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writersmess · 2 years ago

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Hi I was wondering if you could write an evan buckley x female reader where the female reader is a firefighter that got stuck at the top of a tall building when on a call out and the reader has a bad fear of heights so she has a panic attack but buck is there to help her and comfort her (if you could include a smidge of hen being mother hen I would be so greatful🥰)

I would love it if you could do this☺️

I’LL BE BRAVE | EVAN BUCKLEY

Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Warning: panic attack, fear of hights.

Word count: 1.5k

a/n: this is my first request everrr! I am super excited! I apologize if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it!

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Today was being a good day. A few months had passed since you had been transferred to 118 and you were officially part of this crazy family. You loved them. You had a special bond with Hen. Your sister worked with Karen and since the two of you started living alone after your parents death, Karen and Hen practically adopted you. You had dinner at their house almost every night and as soon as they heard that you had become a paramedic, Hen made sure to take you to 118.

And it was the best thing that ever happened in your life. You were now part of a family that you hadn’t had for a long time. Bobby and Athena loved you and your sister as if you were their own daughters. Chim and Maddie adored you, and Eddie made you babysit when he needed to solve some things or even go to dates, not that you’re complaining, you absolutely loved being with Christopher.

And there was Buck.

Your relationship was complicated. Nobody could ever contain their surprise when they realized how similar you and Buck were, your (bad) jokes, your charm, your humor. You were practically the same person. And the sexual tension that swirled between you was frighteningly visible. The jokes about you getting a room were constant. Until you got one. And you had the best night of your lives together.

The problem was the after. You didn’t know how to react around each other, everything was so uncomfortable. Until one day you realized that you were developing feelings for the blue-eyed fireman. This scared you so much, that you decided to distance yourself. You were giving him the cold shoulder for a few weeks now, and it was making buck feel really uncomfortable. He didn’t like not hearing your contagious laughter, your ridiculous jokes or not being able to have some of your warm hugs. The two of you were so confused.

“you should talk to him, I can’t stand you two idiots acting all weird anymore” Hen had been trying to make you talk to him for days and today as you were on the way to a call was no different.

“oh sure- Buck, after an amazing night together I found myself completely in love with you. How does this even make sense” you mocked as you prepared to get out of the ambulance and you heard Hen’s laughter.

“first of all, too much details. Second, you could just have a mature conversation together and it would all work out.” You rolled your eyes and Hen held your arm. “if you could only see the way he looks at you.”

Hen released the grip on your arm and you ran towards Bobby who was shouting orders to the team. Today was a tough call. A residential building on fire. You prepared triage for the arriving victims while the firefighters rushed with their equipment into the burning building.

“Cap, I need some help over here. A victim on the second floor with a piece of wood stuck in his chest. I won’t be able to transport him that way.”

You could hear Eddie calling the captain over the radio and your gaze crossed with Hen’s. When she made mention of moving, you were faster.

“Cap let me help. The wood needs to be stabilized and if that doesn’t work, they'll need someone with enough medical knowledge, or that person won’t make it out of that building alive.” Your heart was beating wildly in your chest. The adrenaline was extremely high and you could feel your hands sweating.

You noticed the look Bobby gave Hen and saw when she nodded slightly. The minute you finished gearing up, you saw Buck leaving the building with another victim and when his gaze met you, the desperation was clear on his face.

“Cap no, she can’t go inside. It’s too dangerous.” He tried to persuade the captain, but it wasn’t Buck who was going to undo his decision.

“Buck, you don’t give the orders here, she’s already prepared to go in. Either you will go inside with her, or I will”

He didn’t have to say it twice and in a few seconds you were inside a burning building. Buck was directing you where it was safe to step, when to duck or sneak. Your heart was pounding, your breathing was heavy. It was so hot. As soon as you found Eddie, he gave you the same surprised look, but let you do your job. When the patient was stable, he could finally be transported without danger.

Eddie and Ravi went ahead and you stayed behind for a few seconds. Long enough so that when you went to cross the same hallway you came in, a burning beam fell in front of you. Buck pulled you to his feet just as the beam passed within millimeters of your face. You were in shock for a few seconds.

“We have to go up, it’s the safest option.”

Before you could think, Buck pulled you in and you ran up the stairs to the top floor. As you went through the door that led to the terrace you could hardly breathe because of how many floors you ran up. All you could hear was Bobby’s orders to evacuate the building. It could collapse at any second. Buck radio him your location and the captain said that they were going to position the ladder for you to get out of there. Buck ran to the edge of the building and when he made mention of pulling you in, you could see how high up you were and you got desperate.

“cmon, we have to be prepared to jump on the ladder” He tried to pull you again but you were faster and took a few steps back.

“i can’t- Buck i can’t”

“What are you talking about, we have to-“

“Buck i CAN’T” you shouted the last word and he could see the desperation in your voice. You started to hyperventilate, your head was spinning, and you fell to your knees on the floor before Buck could hold you.

“w-what is going on? are you o-okay?” He asked holding you in his arms but could see you had difficulty in drawing in air. Buck quickly took off your mask and saw the tears streaming down your face. He started to panic.

“i-i can’t, it’s too h-high” You stuttered and he finally understood. You were afraid of heights.

“hey, hey look at me” He held your face firmly and tears were streaming down your face. “We need to get out of here, the building is going to collapse any second. I need you to trust me because I don’t want to lose you today, okay? I don’t want to lose you without having a chance to tell you how I feel about you, us”

Your eyes widened and he continued talking. “I need you to take a deep breath for me okay? Do it for me please"

You nodded desperately and drew deep breaths. You could hear Bobby yelling at you to get out of there soon, the building was about to collapse. Buck stood up and held out his hand to you. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded again and Buck guided you to the ladders.

"i need you to be brave"

He never let go of your hand, and when you were halfway down, the building collapsed. Buck held you as tight as he could as everything came crashing down behind you.

As soon as the smoke cleared enough for you to finish coming down, everyone rushed to meet you.

“What happened, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Hen ran up to you checking you out and you hugged her tight, assuring her that you were fine. Either way she put you in the ambulance to check your vitals and put you in oxygen for your difficult to breath.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again, and don’t ever try to be a smart-ass again. Next time you stay and I’ll go” she complained as you parked at the station and you smiled.

“Okay okay, sorry for the scare mama Hen.”

You scoffed as you opened the ambulance to organize the supplies and noticed when a pair of blue eyes walked past you. You quickly pulled him aside and he had his eyebrows raised. “I believe you commented something that if I didn’t die today, you would have a confession to make” you noticed his cheeks turning pink and you laughed.

“thank you for helping me there. I could never imagine I would panic in the middle of a burning building, but my fear of heights took me to a very dark place and if you hadn’t been with me, I probably wouldn’t be-“ Your eyes were watering and buck’s arms surrounded you.

“you don’t need to thank me, I will always have your back” You broke away from the embrace and you saw that damn smirk on his face. “I hope we can continue this conversation at my place after the shift?”

“asshole” You laughed and went back to the ambulance.

You were so screwed.

#911 imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911 fanfic #evan buck buckley #buck x reader

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totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus · 4 months ago

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One Foot Out the Door (Won't You Come Back Inside?) 2/3

I don't know why I put chapter counts on anything I work on anymore, I am genetically incapable of sticking to them. Also, holy shit I am SO used to writing in present tense, I hardly remember how to do past. I think I caught all the tense switches, but please forgive me if I didn't.

The continuation of this

Pairing: Buck/Tommy (Buddie is mentioned, but one-sided in this)

“Evan…” He jumped out of his chair, reaching for his boyfriend before he was even aware he was moving. He didn't know what he was going to say, had no idea how much Evan had heard, or what he was even going to do.

He just knew that Evan looked wounded, and he'd put that expression on his face.

It hurt more than he could say when Evan pulled back, actually stepping away from Tommy and holding one hand up as if to ward him off. “What the hell? What do you mean ‘when I move on’?” he demanded. He wasn't loud, didn't shout, but Tommy saw a few closer heads turn toward them out of the corner of his eye.

“Baby,” he started helplessly, only for Evan to cut him off with a sharp shake of his head.

“No, don't you Baby me! Tommy, what the fuck?” Evan hissed. And then worse…he shrunk. His shoulders hunched in, his posture slumped, the glowing, happy light in his eyes that always appeared when everyone managed to get together snuffed out like a candle.

Evan was not a small man in any measure or sense of the word. But he…diminished…right in front of Tommy's eyes. It had been ages since Tommy had seen anything make his boyfriend pull inward like this, and the thought that he had caused it was a punch straight to the ribs. He froze, wanting to reach out and pull Evan into his arms, but well aware it wouldn't be welcome or wanted right now. He didn't think he could stand it if Evan actually physically avoided his touch…not because of this.

Evan stared at him, and Tommy would do anything to be able to rewind the last five minutes, to just politely decline Karen's questions and go back to the status quo he'd been living in for the last year. Sure, it kind of sucked just waiting for the sword to fall on a love he wanted so badly to last, but it was better than being responsible for the bewildered hurt currently twisting his boyfriend's face. It was better than giving that sword a perfect goddamn opportunity to fall faster.

“Buck, Tommy, everything okay?”

Bobby. Tommy hadn't heard him approach, but suddenly he was within a couple feet of Buck, his eyes flicking back and forth between them. Behind them, the party had gone nearly silent…everyone but the children was staring at them. Eddie looked like he had started forward, but arrested the motion, a worried frown on his face.

“Yeah. Fine. Everything's great,” Buck said abruptly, his voice bitter and despondent. “Sorry, I'm gonna head out. Thanks for dinner.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and stalked toward the patio doors, shaking Maddie's hand off him when she tried to grab his wrist as he passed.

Tommy stood there stupidly for a few heartbeats, before his brain kicked back into gear. “Evan, wait!” he called after his boyfriend, cursing softly when his boyfriend didn't even acknowledge him.

“Go after him, I'll handle everyone else,” Karen advised, leaping to her feet.

Tommy needed no prompting. He raced after Evan, ignoring confused calls of his name, barreling through the same doors his boyfriend had just burst through. He didn't bother searching for Evan in the house, just hurrying through halls that had become as familiar as his own in the last few months, heading straight for the front door. Relief and concern washed through him in equal measure hit him as he spotted Evan at the end of Bobby and Athena's driveway, pacing rapidly between some of the 118's vehicles that packed the drive and the street in front of the house.

He and Evan had driven together in his vehicle, and he was unsurprised to see Evan had his phone out, probably summoning an Uber. He slowed his pace as he approached, regret pooling in his gut at the agitated jerkiness of Evan's movements, the way he kept plucking at his shirt or his hair, as though he didn't know what to do with his hands.

“I can't talk to you right now,” he barked as Tommy approached, refusing to turn and look at him.

“Evan–baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to hear that and–” As soon as he said it, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. Evan stiffened, a sharp inhale the only warning Tommy got before his boyfriend whirled on him.

“Great. So, so, so doesn’t matter you feel like that, just–just that I heard it?” Evan's face looked as though he was wheeling wildly between hurt and anger. “I can't believe you…I love you! I, I, I've been giving this everything I've got since the beginning! And, and what? You've just been waiting for me to get bored? You really–” Evan's voice broke, going quiet and rough in a way that went straight through Tommy like a blade of ice. “You think I'd do that to you? That's what you think of me? Everything we've done, everything I've said and you, you, you think I'm just using you?” Evan laughed, a ragged sound completely devoid of humor. “God, I actually thought we were…fuck. Never mind, I guess.”

“Evan,” he tried again, only to be cut off again. Evan turned away from him, visibly trying to regain his composure. A dark-colored sedan pulled onto the street, obviously heading for Bobby and Athena's house.

“I'll call you tomorrow,” Evan said tiredly. “We can…I dunno, I'll just call you tomorrow.”

Tommy was left to watch helplessly as his boyfriend climbed into the back of the Uber without even looking at him.

He couldn't even remember the last time they had parted ways without a kiss goodbye.

Tommy had fucked up. Monumentally. A voice that always sounded uncomfortably like his father's laughed derisively in the back of his mind. What had he been expecting? That he'd get to keep the best goddamn thing that had ever happened to him? Evan–fuck, Evan was everything he'd ever wanted, everything he'd spent years convincing himself he could get by without. But hadn’t he basically been waiting for it to be over practically from the moment he realized how serious he was getting about him? The only unexpected thing was that Tommy himself had messed it all up…Eddie wasn’t involved at all.

No surprise there, actually, the sneering voice in the back of his head insisted.

He looked over his shoulder at the Grant-Nash house, where all their friends—Evan’s whole family—was no doubt falling over themselves trying to figure out what was going on. He was honestly kind of surprised no one had come out to see what was going on yet. He had no idea what Karen was planning on telling them…and he found the thought of going back and facing them all exhausting. Fuck, Maddie, Bobby, and Athena would probably rip him a new asshole. And he didn’t know what he’d even say to Eddie. No. No, he couldn’t do it. They would all be on Evan’s side—as they should be, he wasn’t complaining about that—and he did not have the energy to face an inquisition. He dug his own keys out of his pocket, suddenly immeasurably thankful that he’d never gotten into the habit of just hanging them up on the keyboard by the door like everyone else when he was over here.

He maneuvered himself out of the tangle of cars that always ended up taking up half the street parking whenever the 118 got together and headed onto the highway, intending to drive around for a while to clear his head. He and Evan had planned to spend the entire weekend together at his place, and the idea of walking through his door without Evan under his arm, or plastered against his back, or hanging onto his neck for dear life while they did their level best to scandalize all the neighbors as he fumbled for his keys was too depressing to contemplate.

Evan said he would call tomorrow. That was something, wasn’t it? He hadn’t broken up with Tommy right there in the street. He pulled to a stop at a red light about halfway between his place and Evan’s, with only the vaguest memory of how he’d gotten to this street. Evan had said he would call tomorrow.

But was that just a delay of the inevitable?

Pain lanced up and down his arm, and he realized he’d slammed the heel of his palm against the steering wheel. He did it a few more times, letting out a frustrated growl.

No. No, fuck this. Fuck this.

Fuck inevitable and fuck waiting around for the worst to happen. He’d messed up. He’d messed up so badly, but he had to try and fix it. Maybe it was pointless. Maybe he’d been right all along and tonight had just hastened Evan’s inevitable realization that he and Eddie belonged together.

But maybe…maybe he was wrong. Maybe he’d been wrong from the start. He had to try. He’d never gone down without a fight in his goddamn life, why the fuck should he start now? Evan was worth fighting for. Evan was worth everything. Why hadn’t he been fighting for him from the start?

The light turned green and he stomped on the accelerator, wheeling around in a reckless and highly illegal u-turn that had more than a few horns blaring.

Evan gave him a key to the loft months ago—just as he’d given Evan a key to his place—but it didn’t feel right to use it. Instead, he knocked, and fought the urge to hold his breath until he heard the deadbolt turning.

Evan did not look entirely surprised to see him when he opened the door.

Nor did he look pleased.

It was jarring—he’d grown used to Evan’s face lighting up every time he saw Tommy, had grown used to the wide, unselfconscious grin that split his face and made Tommy feel like he was basking in pure sunshine. Now, Evan’s face was shuttered and carefully blank.

“I told you I’d call tomorrow,” he sighed after a moment.

“I know,” Tommy said quietly. “But I don’t want to leave things like this all night.” He steeled himself internally. “But I’ll go if you want me to.”

Evan looked down at his feet, and Tommy hated that he had put that small, insecure look on his boyfriend’s face. After a moment, though, Evan stepped aside, gesturing him into the loft. A knot of tension he hadn’t even been aware of loosened in his chest, and he gratefully slipped inside, shutting the door behind him.

Evan headed into his kitchen area, picking up an abandoned beer bottle and taking a swig. The silence was unnerving.

“I don’t think you were using me,” Tommy blurted out finally, and Evan’s eyes snapped to his face. “Baby. I’d never think that. I know that’s not you.”

It was true. As sure as he’d become that someday Eddie Diaz was going to come between them, he was equally sure that they would both be as gentle as they could about it. Even in his worst-case scenarios, he’d never imagined that Evan would be cruel to him. Would sneak around behind his back or try to string him along while he figured himself and Eddie out. He’d had every expectation of a sincere apology and a genuine attempt to maintain a friendship from both Eddie and Evan.

“I don’t—I love you.” Wrong, he was doing this wrong. Evan was still looking at him with that carefully controlled mask, an expression that looked so terribly wrong on him, when Tommy was used to every thought and feeling Evan had being bared for all to see in his eyes, on his face.

“Then why are you just waiting for me to leave?” Evan asked. His voice was subdued. Quiet. And so, so sad. “That’s what you meant, isn’t it? Writing’s on the wall, that’s, that’s what you said. What, uh, what did…what did I do to make you think that?”

And here was the crux of the matter.

Because the answer was: nothing.

Not a goddamn thing.

Evan had given him everything, every part of himself, and held nothing back. His heart, his time, his body, his attention, his care—he’d offered it all up to Tommy with a joyful smile. And still…and still, he couldn’t bring himself to trust it. Not all the way.

“Evan,” he said, his shoulders slumping. “I just—” Goddamn it, he’d flown into wildfires, hurricanes, and active combat zones. This should be nothing. It wasn’t, though. This was a conversation that demanded the kind of honesty and vulnerability he’d spent too many good years running from, and something inside him shook at the thought of laying himself so bare.

But the alternative was worse.

“I’m a decade older than you. I wasted more than half my life hiding who I really was from everyone important, I wasn’t…I wasn’t half as brave as you were. Sometimes I feel like I can barely keep up with you. I went into this thinking we were just going to have a little fun, and you just blew past every expectation I had and turned into the most important person in my life.” He gritted his teeth, calling on years of military discipline to keep his voice steady, to meet his boyfriend’s eyes as he spoke. “You could have anyone you wanted. Drop of a hat, you could have anyone. And it’s not like I’m just sitting on my ass and waiting until you see someone you like better on the street, but…sometimes it’s hard to accept that you’d want to tie yourself down to me long-term. And I get I should have talked to you about that, and baby, I am so sorry I didn’t.”

It was, he reflected dully, the most raw and sincere thing he had ever said to Evan.

His boyfriend just stared at him, his mouth hanging slightly open, his hands lax on the countertop in front of him. Then he swallowed roughly, blinking as though he had something in his eye. “I—Tommy. Don’t…you can’t say stuff like that.” He shook his head, leaning hard against the countertop. “I never want you to think that. You’re—you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met! And, and, and keep up with me? God, you’re the only one who puts up with me, no matter what. Even—even Eddie tunes me out sometimes! Why would…don’t you understand? You…you’re everything to me!”

Tommy let out a trapped breath, something cracking in his chest at the vehemence in Evan’s words. “I notice you didn’t say anything about me being older than you,” he said, and was rewarded when Evan let out a bark of laughter. Real laughter, this time, not the broken, humorless sound from before.

“You already know age gaps do it for me,” he quipped, before his face turned serious again. “I love you, too. More than, like, anything, except maybe Chris and Jee. I—God, Tommy, I’m sorry I ever made you think that wasn’t true.”

And just like that, Tommy felt the quiet shadow that had always existed on the periphery of their relationship hovering directly over him again. Something must have shown in his face, because Evan stood a little bit straighter, before stepping around the countertop separating them. He came to stand directly in front of him, hesitantly reaching out and taking Tommy’s hands in his.

“That’s not all, is it?” he asked slowly. “All that not being good enough bullshit—and we’re not done with that, just so you know. But there’s more, isn’t there?” There was an edge of fear in Evan’s eyes, now, not just worry. Not just sadness. His hands tightened on Tommy’s.

He’d come here intending to fight for the man he loved. If he was going to do that, he had to do it in all quarters. He licked his lips, braced himself silently.

“Eddie’s in love with you,” he said, forcing it all out in one go.

He’d expected denial. He’d expected shock. He’d even kind of expected to be called a liar. He was not expecting Evan’s shoulders to slump wearily as he gave a tired nod.

“Yeah,” he said lowly, staring down at their joined hands and rubbing his thumb along the back of Tommy’s knuckles. “Yeah, I know.”

#911 abc #evan buckley #mywriting #evan buck buckley #buck x tommy #bucktommy #tevan fic #tevan #shameless self promotion #911 fic

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spotsandsocks · 2 years ago

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Started a coma dream fic… life takes people in different directions inspired by 2 seconds in promo

This is the first part… more may follow (I don’t know..)

The dizziness is overwhelming for a moment, it builds and build until it’s so intense he thinks he might be sick, with his vision blurred like it is it’s impossible to make out where he is. Then as suddenly as the feeling came over him it’s gone and Buck is standing alone in the street blinking in the light, it takes a full circle to orient himself and then he knows where he is, not too far from the station, just a few blocks reallly. He should go there find Eddie or Bobby. He has the strongest feeling he needs to see them, maybe they can help him work out why the hell he’s standing in the middle of the street wearing, he looks down at himself a pale green sweater he’s never seen before.

The first step towards the fire house is taken then the next before Buck notices the man on the other side of the street. Thank God!

“Bobby!” He calls out as he crosses but Bobby doesn’t hear him, well if he does he keeps on walking.

His feet move faster, there’s an urgency gripping him that he can’t let Bobby disappear around the corner. The feeling pushes his name past his lips.“Bobby! Bobby?”

Buck’s legs are longer and he’s faster than his Captain, with his heart beating rapidly against his ribs he reaches out and grabs hold of Bobby’s arm.

That finally gets a reaction, Bobby pulls away with a violent jerk and turns with a harsh ‘Hey!” On his lips followed by a scowl and “What’s your problem man?”

He doesn’t mean to be staring but Bobby’ looks, sounds so different that he can’t help it. There are more lines on his face, his eyes are dull and bloodshot. He looks old. He looks tired. Worn out. Done in .

“B B Bobby it’s me, it’s it’s Buck.”

“You’ve got the world guy. I don’t know you.”

The words hit him like are a blow, like he’s been slapped and ice floods his veins. It’s hard to get his next words out.

“You you do, it’s me Buck. Bobby, it’s me” he can hear the panic in his own voice as well as Bobby can, the older man takes a wary step back from someone he thinks is an increasingly distraught stranger.

Hands up Bobby says simply. “I don’t know you, sorry.”

Cutting through his panic like a knife he sees what Bobby’s holding.

“Is that, is that whiskey? Bobby are you drinking again?” Concern for his captain overrides the worry he’s starting to feel

About his own situation. “Does Athena know”

Bobby steps back again “Whose Athena?”

Now all Buck can do is stare horrified, that’s so wrong, everything is wrong. It freezes his brain and Bobby takes the opportunity to move away from him, it takes a second to gather his wits but then he’s moving after him, Bobby speeds up.

“You shouldn’t be drinking Bobby.”

“What’s that got to do with you? I don’t know how you know my name but you need to leave me alone.”

“No I can’t. I I need you, I need your help.” He sounds desperate but what else is he supposed to do. Bobby’s like his dad. He needs his dad.

“I’m no help to anyone these days kid.”

“Then then I should help you. Something’s wrong Cap, you should know me, you’re my boss at the 118.

Bobby stops and laughs. Buck doesn’t like the sound, he’s never heard Bobby laugh like that, it’s harsh and cold.

“Believe me I’ve not been anyone’s captain for a long time now.”

Not to be deterred Buck continues, “But but you are and we’re we’re a family. You’re my family. C’mon Bobby you know you’re kinda like my Dad.”

The next laugh is even worse than the first, it’s hollow and bitter. “I’m definitely not anyone’s Dad. I don’t know what your problem is mister but I’m going. Don’t follow me.”

Buck calls out after Bobby, “I think something happens to me, I I think I got hurt on a call. Bobby I just want to go home.”

Bobby turns as he walks away, “Can’t help you kid.”

The distance between them is increasing at the same rate as Buck’s panic. He raises his voice calls out after him, “You you taught me your chilli recipe.”

Bobby stops and turns.

“What?”

Buck closes the gap again, hope building.

“Your recipe for chilli.” Buck waits, holds his breath that this will get through to him.

Bobby shakes his head. “I haven’t about that recipe for years.”

“You.” He sighs the word out, desperate to make Bobby remember. “You even told me the secret ingredient. Bobby stares at him.

“Coco powder.” Buck hopes the two word will be the magic he needs to make this all make sense again.

“Unsweetened.” they both say the word at the same time

“Yeah!” Buck risks a smile.

Bobby steps closer. “I’m your Captain?”

Buck nods, jaw tight, Bobby has to help him.

“like your dad you say?”

He nods again, blinking back tears. He just needs to go home. Bobby can help, he knows he can.

There’s a small smile on Bobby’s face too. “I think I would have liked that but I’m sorry kid, I can’t help you.”

Bobby turns and walks away, then he stops and turns,

“I hope you work it out kid, if you do, if you’re right, then maybe we can both go home.”

His mouth opens to call out Bobby’s name again but his voice is taken by a searing wave of pain that takes him to his knees

#911 speculation #911 fic #spotty scribbles #911fic

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themostlesbianever · 1 month ago

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ive decided to put all my thoughts in one post instead of a thousand

- ive said it before and ill say it again hen looks so damn good in those pants

- go eddie you can do it

- chim cant keep it steady, hes absolutely booking it to the hospital because you told him to get there THREE TIMES FASTER

- YES EDDIE GOOD JOB

- dad?

- i think i do like the moustache actually

- YES AMAZING FOSTER RECORD

- CHILD HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED FROM MY BABIES

- WHY ARENT THEY ALLOWED TO KEEP CONTACT WITH THE KID THAT YOU TOOK FROM THEM FOR NO FUCKING REASON

- hen babe i love the suit

- ALSO HEN DIDNT EVEN KNOW CHIM WAS GONNA FOSTER MARA FOR HER SO ITS NOT LIKE SHE DID IT ON PURPOSE OR ANYTHING

- yes hen come through

- karen babe you look so good

- WHAT THE FUCK

- STOP TORTURING MY BABIES

- YES BOBBY THAT IS YOUR HOUSE

- MICHEAL COMEBACK????

- PLS BRING MICHEAL BACK

- poor athena, so many memories in that house☹️

- I love those pants hen omg

- mara is adorable stop☹️☹️☹️

- FUCK YOU OLIVIA

- get over your son🙄

- no sorry thats insensitive but it was literally his own FUCKING FAULT HE REFUSED CARE😠😠😠

- hen deserves the world and you know it ortiz

- omg now i wish they had bodycams then so there was proof

- NO ORTIZ AND GERRARD ARE FRIENDS

- WHAT THE FUCK

- hen youre adorable look at her face

- YUP HEN TELL HIM

- BOBBY IS OUR CAPTAIN

- can we just kill off ortiz pls

- "he touches me" "🤨"

- all buck talks about is quitting😭

- CHRIS COME HOME

- omg bobby doesnt like the moustache

- omg eddie is gonna shave his moustache to get chris back im calling it now

- ALSO THIS IS A PARALEL TO WHEN BOBBY WAS PLANNING YHE WEDDING AND EVERYONE WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT CHIM BEING CAPTAIN

- pitties always get si much hate but theyre the sweetest dogs☹️

- TIGER TIME

- *insert oliver saying tigah*

- that smell is a big kitty

- i love big kitties

- tigers are so pretty

- BABY TIGER

- they just gave gerrard a gun the fuck

- i say give eddie the gun, hes ex army

- chim you look so cool

- i wish we could see hen do a rope rescue (so i can see her in a harness)

- SHOOT IT NOW CHIM

- good job chim

- gerrard is a fan of the show😨

- I SAY SWITCH EM, PUT GERRARD AS THE TECHNICAL ADVISER

- OMG YES FIRE YOURSELF GERRARD

- why are you here eddie? whats going

- OH THATS THE TWISTED GUYS DAD

- shame on you mike😠

- cheerleading aint for the weak

- uh oh

- HOW IS HEN AN ENEMY SHES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG

- FUCK OFF ORTIZ AND GERRARD

- FUCK ALL OF YOU

- GET YOUR HANDS OFF THE 118 BITCHES

- this is stressful

- lets not break wilson please🙏

- you are a lot alike, youre both fucking bitches

- if there was no evil woman behind it shutting down the 118 makes no sense, if it was simply for budget cuts. The 118 is like the best firehouse out there no? so why shut them down

(yes i know its because that bitch is evil)

- hen baby i love your outfits

- god damn, put me in this show so i can hit this bitch

- OMG YEA

- FUCK YEAH HEN

- OH BODY CAMS TO THE RESCUE

- YES OMG YES OMG YES

- YES HEN

- OMG BOBBY THE MAN YOU ARE

- YES BOBBY FLIPPED GERRARD

- I LOVE THESE PEOPLE IM GONNA CRY

- OMG MARA IS HOME

- AND WE GOT TANKTOP HEN OH MY LORDDD🫠🫠

- fuck me hen looks so good in tanktops i need her

- look at her arms

- jesus christ denny is tall

- WELCOME BACK CAP

- OMG THEY DID THE THING I SAID

- THEY SWITCHED BOBBY AND GERRARD

- I SAID THEY SHOULD DO THAT AND THEY DID

#911 abc #911 spoilers

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jesterofalltrades · 6 months ago

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Final thoughts on 911 season 5 ep 10-12

1. The Christmas one was cute I love how Athena and Bobby were able to give those families a Christmas celebration after being displaced the night before

2. Is Eddie gonna get therapy? Cause he needs therapy. Like it’s good that he gets Christopher therapy but he shouldn’t deny it for himself

3. Also Eddie was way out of line for how he talked to Bobby. Bobby said get help first then you can come back because he can see you’re not doing well, like no point to drag up his mistakes. Like Bobby knows that he’s made mistakes and he doesn’t want you’re dumbass making just as big ones because you’re not taking care of yourself

4. I really loved that we got to see Maddie’s journey and I’m glad she’s in a better place. I can’t wait til we see her back in LA like Buck is gonna be so happy

5. Speaking of Buck when is his kiss with what’s her name gonna ruin his relationship with Taylor, cause that’s a ticking time bomb and with what’s her name working at the same house as him this time bomb is counting down a lot faster

5. To be fair tho what’s her name is hot and I would kiss her back too but I’m single so I can do that without ruining anything

6. Like this is an HR nightmare waiting to happen gosh I wished someone warned Bobby before he let her take Eddie’s place.

#911 abc

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renecdote · 3 years ago

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aftershocks

@hopeintheashes and I were talking about how much we needed missing scene fic for Kids Today and then... well... this happened?

[Read on AO3]

Buck is fine.

For the first—Eddie doesn’t know how long, thirty minutes? Forty? For that stretch of time between walking in the front door and when they finish eating cake, Buck is fine.

He seems fine.

It’s a crucial distinction; one that only becomes apparent in the seconds before it is abruptly clear that he very much isn’t. When he starts coughing and Eddie looks over, catches the alarm on his face, watches him cough up blood, watches his eyes roll back and Bobby lurch forward to catch him—

Eddie is moving before Buck hits the ground. He’s kneeling there, barely registering Athena on the phone in the background (“I need an ambulance—”), his heart in his throat as he says, “What happened?”

Bobby shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

Hen and Chimney are there too, and Maddie, and Eddie finds himself rocked to the edge of their frantic little huddle, glancing at the crowd, thinking Christopher—but Karen and Michael are already there, leading all the kids inside, away from the drama unfolding. There are going to be questions afterwards; fears to allay; explanations and reassurances to be made. Eddie can’t think about an outcome where those reassurances don’t come, where Buck isn’t okay, where he—

No.

No, Buck has to be fine.

It takes minutes for the paramedics to arrive, but those minutes feel like hours, stretched thin by every second that Buck doesn’t wake up. They’ve got him on his side, stopping him from choking, and someone has produced a med kit from somewhere, but they don’t have any equipment that can actually help. Nothing that can fix the fact that Buck’s heart rate is too fast, his blood-oxygen levels too low—that he was coughing up blood, could be dying, and they don’t even know why. Not for sure. All they can do is wait for someone else to arrive and help.

It makes Eddie feel useless, standing back and watching the paramedics from the 122 take over the scene. They get an IV in Buck’s arm, and an oxygen mask over his face, and mutter between themselves when the EKG shows a normal rhythm, just far too fast.

“Blood clots,” Hen blurts out, quick on the heels of a realisation, “it could be a blood clot.“

It feels like things happen faster after that. Minutes have turned to seconds, action and movement happening in snatches, until they’re loading Buck into the back of the ambulance and asking who is riding with him. The thought of Christopher is the only thing that keeps Eddie rooted to the ground while Maddie steps forward. Of course Maddie steps forward. She’s Buck’s sister, of course it would be her.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” Chimney says before the doors slam shut, and then—

Then it’s just Eddie, and Hen, and Bobby and Athena standing at the front of the house as the flashing lights and screaming sirens get further away.

“Well,” Athena says, in the aftermath, and Bobby sighs, rubs his face, says, “yeah,” like it was a complete thought. Maybe it was, between the two of them.

“We should go to the hospital,” Eddie says—hears himself say. He feels strangely shaky, caught in the dizzying to-and-fro of too much adrenaline. Sitting in the hospital waiting room will still be waiting, but at least they’ll be there.

(Just in case, he thinks—then immediately stops the thought in its tracks. Buck is going to be fine. Buck has to be fine.)

Nobody disagrees. Karen is quick to volunteer to take Christopher home with her, but Eddie sits him down first to explains what’s going on, that he has to go to the hospital, that Buck is—sick, hurt, something. The unknowing is killing him; the not being able to help. But Eddie’s voice is steady when he talks to Christopher (it has to be steady).

Chris nods seriously, and then he asks, voice small, “Is Buck going to be okay?”

And Eddie has to bite his cheek hard before he can answer with a voice that doesn’t waver.

“I don’t know yet, buddy.” (I hope so. Fuck, I hope so.) “But you’ll be the first to know as soon as I do, okay?”

A tight hug (Eddie never wants to let go), and then Karen bundles Chris and Denny into the backseat of her car, leaving Hen to drive to the hospital with Eddie.

It’s a silent drive. Eddie can’t figure out whether he’s grateful that Hen doesn’t try to reassure him that Buck will be okay, or if he wishes she would. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel waiting at a red light, an anxious outlet for his heart, then realises what he’s doing and stops. He takes a measured breath, then another, and Hen glances at him, but doesn’t say anything. (Eddie wishes she would.)

***

They’re through the front doors of the ER just ahead of Bobby and Athena. Eddie immediately starts toward the front desk, but Hen spots Chimney waiting in a row of chairs in the corner and drags him over there instead. Chimney glances up, then stands when he sees who it is. He’s shaking his head before any of them can even formulate a question.

“No news yet.”

They sit. Bobby and Athena hold hands. Eddie lasts ten minutes before he gets up and paces. The last time he was in a hospital waiting room, it was because Buck was crushed by a ladder truck. That happened right in front of them as well, and they had a fully stocked ambulance that time but still had to wait, useless, unable to do anything but watch until someone else told them they could help.

Eddie is getting sick of it: not being able to save the people he loves.

When he forces himself to sit down again, it’s in the row of chairs that puts him across from Bobby. The captain’s head is bowed, like he’s praying, and Eddie wonders whether he should do that too. It’s an uneasy thought, one that coils tight in his stomach like guilt, anticipation, fear—he can’t even tell. The last time he stepped foot in a church, it was for Shannon’s funeral. Before that, it was for their wedding. Sometimes he wants to ask Bobby how he does it—how he holds onto his faith despite everything—but if there’s ever a time for that kind of conversation, it’s definitely not now.

An hour in, Chimney takes Maddie a cup of coffee and doesn’t come back.

There are sporadic text messages, but it’s another hour after that before he comes out, reassuring them immediately with a steady, “He’s okay.”

There is a moment where they all breathe, tension rushing out of them, relief a living, breathing thing between them. And then—

“But?” Hen asks.

Chimney grimaces. “Blood cloths, two in his legs and one in his lungs. He’s going to be here for a couple of days before they let him go home.”

Blood clots. Hen doesn’t look pleased at being right about that.

“Can we see him?” Eddie asks.

Chimney hesitates. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now.”

The others accept that, but Eddie can’t. Worst case scenarios are still flashing through his head and he needs—he needs to see Buck, he can’t—

“Chim.”

Please.

Chimney sighs. “Yeah,” he says, sounding suddenly tired. “Yeah, okay.”

***

Bucks looks… okay. Better than expected, at any rate. He’s got a nasal cannula, and he’s hooked up to a heart monitor, but he’s sitting up, frowning at his phone. He glances up when he hears Eddie come to a stop beside the bed, face flickering through expressions—apprehension, surprise, something open and vulnerable and impossible to name (but if he had to, Eddie might call it wonder)—before he settles on a slightly cautious, “Hey.”

There are things Eddie should say:

You scared the shit out of me, man.

I’m so glad you’re okay.

If you had died, it might have broken me.

But he opens his mouth and all that comes out is, “Blood clots, huh?”

Buck looks down, fussing with the ID bracelet on his wrist, avoiding Eddie’s gaze. “You don’t have to lecture me,” he says glumly, “I’ve already heard it all from Maddie.”

“Who said anything about a lecture?”

There is nowhere to sit except the edge of the bed, so that’s where Eddie perches. Buck glances at him, wary, and Eddie is struck by déjà vu so strong it makes his heart ache. Buck, in a hospital bed, tired and upset and looking like he expects the ground to crumble underneath him at any moment.

“Maddie says I vomited up blood,” he says, fiddling with the bracelet again, anxious movements like he wants to pull it off, like it’s hurting his skin. But he’s looking Eddie right in the eyes, sincerity bleeding out when he says, “That must have been scary for Chris, I’m sorry.”

Eddie’s heart does—something. Something loud and painful in his chest. Buck could have died tonight, but here he is thinking about Christopher.

“Chris was just worried about you,” he says. “He’ll be happy to hear you’re okay.” And, striving for lightness, for something other than the unhappy, guilty look on Buck’s face: “I think there was talk about making another card.”

That gets a smile, but it’s fleeting. Buck shifts, grimacing, and rubs at his chest. An irrational spike of worry makes Eddie’s own chest ache. It’s a sharp, unwelcome reminder that Buck is okay, but not completely okay.

(Yet—not completely okay yet.)

“I guess I should say thank you,” Buck says. “The doc said you guys saved my life.”

Eddie swallows, suddenly uncomfortable. It didn’t feel like that—doesn’t feel like that.

“You don’t have to thank us, man.”

“Still.” Buck’s lips twist, not quite amused. “That’s twice in six months, I feel like I’m wracking up quite the debt.”

“You don’t have to thank us,” Eddie says again, firm. We’ll always save you, don’t you get that?

Buck rubs at his chest again, something more self conscious in it this time. “I just…”

He doesn’t finish the thought. Eddie waits, discomforted by the fact that, for once, he doesn’t know what Buck is thinking. The silence stretches, long enough to become awkward, and Eddie wants to reach out, wants to break it, but he doesn’t know how. Buck isn’t looking at him, biting his lip as he frowns down at his lap. When he rubs his eyes, it’s an absent, tired movement that makes Eddie feel suddenly guilty—selfish—for being here.

“I should go,” he says, trying not to sound as reluctant as he feels. “Let you get some rest.”

It’s late, and they’ll all have to leave soon anyway, especially if Buck gets moved to a room. But still, Eddie doesn’t move. Can’t quite make himself go. He doesn’t know if he should stop by Hen and Karen’s place to pick up Chris now, when he’s already asleep, or if he should just wait until morning.

He doesn’t know if he wants to go home to an empty house and dream about his best friend coughing up blood, and passing out, and not waking up.

(Or Shannon, blood on lips, saying, “I’m leaving again.”)

But it’s late. And Buck is—okay. Something close to it. That has to be enough.

For a second, a handful of them, Buck looks like he’s going to say no. Like he’s going to say stay, please, the way he did when he woke up the first time after the second surgery on his leg, groggy and confused, more out of it than with it. Eddie grabbed his hand then—told himself it was just to stop Buck from pulling out the IV with the way he was moving it around—and there was nobody around to see that he held on even after Buck fell back into sleep.

There are people around now. Bobby, Athena and Hen have gone home, but Maddie and Chimney will probably be back at any moment. There are hospital staff, too, and other patients. People watching them out of the corners of their eyes. There’s no way Eddie can justify holding Buck’s hand; no way he can justify resting his fingers on Buck’s wrist, feeling the pulse beating steady under his skin.

Eddie clears his throat instead. “We’ve got work tomorrow,” he says. “But I can come see you Thursday? If you’re still here?”

Buck’s face shutters. He looks down, smile brittle when he lifts his head again.

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, you’ve got an early morning.”

It sounds like heartbreak; like I should be getting up early for work tomorrow too. Eddie feels wrong-footed, a guilty I didn’t mean it like that on the tip of his tongue. Everything about this is wrong. Buck isn’t supposed to be lying in a hospital bed again. He’s not supposed to have almost died again. They’re supposed to be starting their shift together tomorrow for the first time in five months.

Buck fusses with the bracelet on his wrist again, plastic scratching against his skin. Eddie wonders if he even knows he’s doing it.

“Hey,” he says, quieter. He waits until Buck looks at him. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

A smile, tentative but real.

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Yeah, me too.”

Eddie does reach out then, squeezing his forearm, and for a moment he feels Buck’s pulse under his hand. Steady. Alive. Okay. For a moment, Buck’s hand is on his wrist as well, warm against the flutter of Eddie’s own pulse. Not quite holding hands.

For that moment, and the next, and the next—

Buck is fine.

Will be fine.

And for the first time in hours, Eddie feels like he can finally breathe.

#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 Fox #fic #i'm so sorry if this is terrible #if I stare at it a minute longer I will never post it so #enjoy

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toosicktoocare · 4 years ago

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okay, spoilers for the most recent 911 episode below (and tagged as such as well)

i haven’t written in months- i just have a lot of feelings, and i needed to work through them

It’s weird, Buck thinks, how quickly the sound around him can fade, how fast the pain in his back and his side can grow fuzzy, almost numb even, until he’s completely disassociating, losing his touch on reality in time with Eddie’s final blink.

He’s back at Eddie’s house, head burrowed in the fridge, and he’s digging around meal prep containers for hidden beers.

“Heard you flipped out yesterday.”

“Huh?” Buck’s only half listening because he’s on a quest of the alcoholic nature, and he’s pretty sure he spots a dark neck of a beer bottle nestled between a container of rice and a jar of low fat mayonnaise.

“At the well.”

This Buck hears quite clearly, and he snags the beer and turns away from the fridge, lips curving softly downward at the edges.

“Bobby said you were frantic.”

The grooves in the beer bottle cap dig into Buck’s palm. Or maybe, Buck thinks, he’s deliberately pushing it into his skin. “You were trapped.”

“And your plan was what, Buck? Dig me out with your hands?”

“If that’s what I had to,” Buck spits back, eyes narrow, shooting Eddie a gaze he is normally on the receiving end of, and it’s just enough to have Eddie’s face go soft before him.

“Not sure if I should thank you because I know that you are genuinely serious, or if I should officially declare you as the world’s biggest idiot because I know that you are genuinely serious.”

Buck laughs lowly under his breath, yet still, his eyes are warm, determined, and he cocks his head to the side. “I said I have your back, didn’t I?”

“This again?” Eddie asks, now laughing with Buck.

“I’m a man of my damn word, Eddie. If I say I have you back, then I have your back.”

“Firefighter Buckley!”

Buck’s gotten used to pulling himself slowly out of a dissociative state, cool and calm, working through grounding techniques, so the abrupt, loud voice in his ear is a gun shot that rips through his mind.

Gun shot.

Buck blinks quickly. Eddie’s face is now in full view, and he looks unnaturally pale and cold, a contrast to his blood still warm and splattered across his face.

“Eddie.”

“Sir, we’ll get to him as soon as it’s safe. We need to focus on you first.”

Buck shoves himself up into a sitting position, ignoring the thrum of pain gnawing at his side. He’s sure he’ll look purple and blue by morning.

“No, Eddie,” he repeats, unable to form much more in terms of sentences. His mind can only collect what’s currently the most meaningful in this situation, and that one thing is only Eddie.

“Eddie,” he tries again, louder, hoping to jostle Eddie awake by his voice, hoping that, maybe, Eddie’s only passed out from the pain and that the pool of blood isn’t actually draining from a potentially severe gun shot wound.

“Firefighter Buckley—”

Buck shoves away from the firefighter beside him. He ignores the hand grabbing at his shirt, ignores the voices shouting for him to come back, and then he’s hovering over Eddie, shielding him, assessing what he can of the wound with shaking hands.

Eddie’s unresponsive below him, and Buck’s stomach twists so tightly, he could double over in pain. He’s just turning around to yell for help when he’s being jerked to his feet by a cop. His eyes stay on Eddie as Eddie’s rushed onto a backboard, and he’s so focused on Eddie’s face, so desperate for a hint of life, a crease of the brow, that he doesn’t process the hand squeezing his arm or the voice close to his ear until the cop is speaking.

“Go with him, and stay low.”

Nodding, Buck hunches over and runs to the ambulance Eddie’s being lifted into, and the second he gets a nod, he pulls himself up, and the door’s closed in front of him.

With as loud as it had been outside, it’s eerily quiet in the ambulance, even with the siren blaring overhead. The paramedics are working quickly and quietly, discussing the best course of action under their breath. Buck stares at Eddie’s sodden shirt, at the too dark stain toward his shoulder, and he reaches over, ripping the shirt open to get a clear look.

“Sir, please let us handle the patient.”

One of the paramedics swats at Buck’s hands, and he leans back, eyes glued to the small silver bullet nestled inside of Eddie’s chest. It wasn’t a clean shot, and Buck knows that poses more recovery complications. He’s sure surgery is just on the horizon for Eddie.

He only pulls his eyes away from the angry wound when Eddie groans, his brow furrowing.

“Eddie?” Buck leans forward, one hand resting just above Eddie’s forehead, his hair soft against his palm. “Can you hear me?”

Eddie’s eyes squeeze before he pries them open. Even through the small slits, Buck can see how glossy and unfocused Eddie looks.

“Buck?”

His voice is shot, weak, and thick with pain, and Buck nods, one thumb smoothing across Eddie’s forehead.

“Hey, man. Yeah, it’s me. You’re going to be okay.”

Eddie frowns, and he lifts one shaking hand to Buck’s cheek, fingers pressing to the blood on Buck’s face.

“You’re hurt?”

“What?” Buck asks, shaking his head. He goes to explain more, to reassure that he’s fine, but Eddie goes slack below him, and the paramedics push him back, shouting for the driver to pick up the pace. Eddie’s crashing, and the frantic beeping is deafening to his ears.

He won’t because he wants all focus to be on saving Eddie, but still, Buck kind of wishes he could throw up to ease the pressure in his gut.

***

“Buck!”

Bobby’s voice rings out across the waiting room, and Buck lifts his head from his hands to see Bobby running toward him with Athena hot on his heels. He can see the question written all over Bobby’s face, and he holds up a single hand, shaking his head.

“It’s not my blood.” What he leaves off is how he’d give anything for it to be his blood. For him to be the one carted off to surgery, not Eddie.

Bobby nods, and Athena sighs softly.

“You okay, Buckaroo?”

Buck’s not sure if it’s just because it’s Athena, or if it’s her motherly nature, but his composure crumbles at her words. He wants to tell them he’s fine— that Eddie is the one everyone should worry about. But, he can’t stop shaking, and his eyes have been burning with unshed tears.

Athena pulls him to his feet, and he falls against her, a sob ripping up his throat. He can feel Bobby at his back, a warm, grounding hand to his shoulder, and Athena’s arms are wrapped tightly around his back, keeping the pieces together.

“You’re okay, Buck.”

He clings to Athena until he’s sure he can stand up on his own, and then he falls into the soft question and answer process, revealing all he knows: Eddie was shot; the police who took his statement have yet to find the shooter, but they don’t think Eddie was specifically a target; he’s in surgery, but the doctors are extremely optimistic.

“Are we going to be able to pry you away from this hospital?” Athena asks, and Buck gives a shaky nod.

“Chris is with a friend, and Eddie was supposed to pick him up. I’m going to... I’ve got to tell him.”

“We can have someone else—”

“—no,” Buck interrupts, stepping back. “It has to be me.” He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the smudged glass of a vending machine: pale face smeared red with dried blood. “I should,” he notions weakly to his face, laughs awkwardly, and Bobby nods, a frown etched across his lips.

“I’ll drive you back to your jeep after you wash up.”

Nodding, Buck slips to the bathroom, thankful to find it empty. He looks at himself, but all he can see is the muted, pale shock written across Eddie’s face looking back at him, painted in the blood splattered across his face. He turns the tap on as hot as it will allow, and then he scrubs, hands moving roughly up and down his face, the hand soap slightly stinging his skin. He scrubs until his entire face burns, and then he stumbles backward with a gasp he covers with his palm.

He holds in a deep breath that quakes against his lungs, and he doesn’t release it until he’s sure he can without falling apart.

“Eddie’s going to be fine,” he says aloud, practicing now to sound as confident and as believable as he can.

***

“Did you get hurt at work, Buck?”

Buck’s not surprised that the first question out of Christopher’s mouth is about his well-being and not of his dad’s absence— typical Diaz behavior.

“Uh, no, bud.” Buck kneels down, leveling himself with Christopher. “It’s not mine.”

“Where’s my dad?”

“He...” Buck stumbles with his words, swallows thickly. “He won’t be coming home tonight, bud. He got hurt at work, but I’m going to make sure he gets better real fast.”

“Is he at the hospital? Can I see him?”

Christopher’s voice is growing more and more unsteady, adopting a waver that’s a brick smashing to Buck’s heart.

“He is, but he’s still busy getting patched up, so he can’t have visitors just yet.”

Christopher nods, and Buck wonders just when it was exactly that Chris matured without his seeing. “He’s going to be okay, bud. But you know what will make him get better faster?”

Before Buck can answer, Carla slips into the room, supplies in hand.

“Make him a really big card!”

“Yes!” Christopher’s smile turns into a giggle as Carla drops markers and glitter and poster boards onto Eddie’s kitchen table.

“Chris, Carla’s going to watch you while I go back to the hospital. As soon as I get the okay for visitors, I’ll call.”

Christopher nods and shuffles to the table, already scoping out markers to use for the card. While occupied, Buck slips toward the door with Carla hot on his heels.

“Is he okay?”

“Still in surgery,” Buck answers on auto-pilot, having muttered those words too many times already to count.

“Are you okay?”

Buck laughs weakly, rakes a hand through his hair. “Ask me again when Eddie’s awake.”

“Oh, honey—”

“It’s okay,” Buck mutters, casting his eyes to the floor. “Sign my name on the card for me?”

“Buck, why don’t you stay for a little bit? Change your clothes? Eat something?”

“I can’t,” Buck shakes his head, unsure how to explain that the only way to easy the jutting pain in his chest is to be back at the hospital. “I need to—”

“Go,” Carla rolls her eyes. “But I’m bringing you food.”

Buck smiles, small but genuine. “Thanks, Carla.”

***

Buck scans his text from Hen, gnaws at his lower lip.

[From: Hen] where’d you run off to? We’re all in the waiting room.

He pulls his gaze up to Eddie’s sleeping form, to the wires sticking out of him.

[To: Hen] I may have waited until a dr walked through the double doors and snuck into Eddie’s room...

His phone blows up shortly after with texts and calls, and he ignores all, instead typing to a 118 group text.

[To: Fire Fam] look, I know I’m not supposed to be back here, but don’t tell on me okay? I know the dr said his surgery went well, but I had to see for myself

[From Chim in Fire Fam] Hen’s rolling her eyes

[From Hen in Fire Fam] damn right I am. So is Athena

[From Bobby in Fire Fam] how is he?

He looks terrible, Buck thinks. His skin is still too pale, and there are dark purple spots coloring below his eyes. His breathing is labored, and his face is pinched as if in pain.

Terrible, Buck thinks, yet so beautifully alive. The relief is edging his nerves, hesitant to completely encompass him.

[To Fire Fam] he looks like hell, but he’s alive

Buck locks his phone and leans forward, resting his head on the edge of Eddie’s bed. He lays one hand over Eddie’s, and he drifts somewhere between awake and asleep, coming to fully when Eddie groans above him.

He jerks forward, leans in close, and squeezes Eddie’s hand. “Eddie? You with me?”

It takes an impossibly long time for Eddie to open his eyes, but when he does, his smile is weak but warm enough to bring Buck’s relief fully over him.

“Buck.”

There’s no confusion in Eddie’s voice this time— only soft certainty, and Buck squeezes Eddie’s hand once more.

“In the flesh.”

“You’re here.”

“Yep,” Buck nods, smiling. “Though when I have to duck behind a chair when a nurse comes in, pretend like you didn’t see me, yeah? Kinda breaking hospital rules right now.”

Eddie laughs, and then he coughs weakly, wincing. Still, his eyes hold Buck’s gaze, and Buck wouldn’t look away even for a second.

“Chris?” Eddie finally croaks out, and Buck nods.

“He’s okay. He’s with Carla. They are coming as soon as the doctor gives the okay for visitors.”

“Legal visitors,” Eddie clarifies, and Buck smiles. If Eddie can joke, he must be on the mend.

“Hey, a part of having your back means I simply must sneak into your hospital room to make sure you don’t croak.”

Eddie’s laugh turns into a harsher cough, and Buck smooths a hand over Eddie’s forehead. “Maybe stop laughing?”

“Stop making me then,” Eddie pouts, and Buck leans back with a smile.

“I gotta talk to Carla.”

Buck cocks a brow. “She’ll be here as soon as she can.”

“She told me to make sure I’m following my own heart.”

Frowning, Buck tilts his head. “Uh, Eddie? You okay, man?”

“She was right— I thought I was but I wasn’t.”

“Okay, maybe I’ll give myself up and grab a nurse. You are talking too weird right now. Clearly something’s not clicking right in that old head of yours.” Buck makes to stand, to leave, his concern heightening behind his poor joke, but Eddie grabs at his wrist, a weak grip that Buck frowns deeply at.

“Eddie, I—”

“Stay. Please.”

Slowly, Buck takes his seat. “As long as you stop being weird as hell.”

“I will for now.”

#911 fox #911 spoilers #buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #9 1 1 fox #9 1 1 spoilers #christopher diaz #athena grant #bobby nash #look i haven't written in months #i just have a lOT of feelings and i needed to dump them out #i may go back and write something less shitty when i can regain my composure

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elisela · 4 years ago

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above the ground (ao3) buck x eddie, 1.3k, domestic fluff, trees of vermont for the second day of @eddiediaz‘s birthday week celebration!

The first time Eddie catches Buck staring up at the trees in the backyard he’s just finished pulling all the yellow tile out of their bathroom, plaster dust still coating his arms. Buck had heaved a box full of the cracked clay into the outdoor garbage can, turned to walk back to the house, and just—stopped. “You good?” he asks, and Buck visibility shakes himself out of his reverie.

“Yep,” he says, glancing down at Eddie’s empty hands. “Was that the last of it?”

“Still another pile,” Eddie says, and follows behind him when Buck claps him on the shoulder and pushes past him on the way back into the house.

The second—and third—time they’re barbecuing. Or, well, they aren’t, but Bobby is, taking over their backyard because theirs is being reseeded. Eddie’s not doing much of anything; the kids are running around the yard, Buck and Chim are in the middle of dragging Bobby’s patio table over so they all have places to sit, Karen is swatting at Athena’s hand when she reaches into the salad bowl to pinch an olive between her fingers.

Buck drops into the chair next to him after the table placement is approved by Hen, threading their fingers together with an easy sigh and accepting the cold bottle Eddie hands him gratefully. His head is tipped back, eyes trained on the far corner of the yard, one of the corners of his mouth pinched thoughtfully.

“Planning something?” Eddie says, because he knows that look. That’s the look that caused them to strip and restain all the hardwood floors downstairs the weekend before, the look that preceded Buck’s proposal that they rip out the out-of-place island in the kitchen, take out the crappy wire shelving in the pantry and replace it with wood, and while they’re at it, Buck’s never liked the placement of the refrigerator anyway.

“Maybe,” Buck says. He sounds far away, and Eddie wonders what havoc he’ll bring to the house now.

“Cool,” is all he says. There hasn’t been anything Buck’s done that he hasn’t liked—fish scale tile in Christopher’s bathroom aside, because that was one hundred percent his son’s choice. “You know where the credit card is.”

In retrospect, he shouldn’t have been surprised when he comes home a week later and there’s a pile of lumber sitting in the corner of the backyard.

The plans for the treehouse are stretched across Buck’s desk, and Eddie runs his fingers over the detailed sketch, the trunk of the tree it’s all built around. If he’s reading it right, it’s meant to be just fifteen feet off the ground, an octagonal structure with a deck that faces the backyard, an enclosed room at the back, a staircase that spirals up to it.

“I would have put it up higher, but I had to work around city ordinances,” Buck says from behind him. He’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “That’s as tall—and as big—as I could make it without applying for waivers.”

“This is amazing,” Eddie says, glancing back at the plans. “I didn’t even know Chris wanted a treehouse.”

Buck huffs out a laugh. “Well,” he says, “he hasn’t said anything to me, either. But one of his classmates was talking about backyard camping and how cool it would be to have a treehouse to live in during the summer, and the look on Chris’ face—I just thought it would be pretty easy to give him.”

Eddie’s going to marry this man. “You need help with it?”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure when we’ll get started. I called an arborist—don’t look impressed, it was Bobby’s idea, he said we should get the whole yard checked before any more trees decide to crash through the roof—and I’m waiting to schedule with them. Don’t wanna start building before I know if the tree can hold it.”

“Chris is gonna be thrilled,” Eddie says. “But I hope you know that you’re the one sleeping out there with him. I’ve done my time sleeping outdoors.”

Buck laughs and pulls him close. “He’s almost eight, Eds. Let him and Denny go out on their own, and we can have some fun in here.”

Eddie pauses, hands on Buck’s warm, solid side. “You know he’s gone for the next few hours, right?”

Buck still closes the door behind them.

Maybe Eddie should be over a shirtless and sweaty Buck, but it’s a sight he never wants to drag his eyes away from. The last weeks of summer have been blisteringly hot, so naturally Buck decided that it would be the best time to build.

Eddie has no complaints—except when Chim starts calling him over to help.

They’d started early, driving a rented lift into the backyard just after sunrise so they could get the frame built out around the tree. Eddie had done his part by staying out of the way and making sure there were enough bagels to satisfy even Buck’s insatiable hunger, picking up lunch from Bobby’s when they took a mid-day break, and was about to disappear again when Chim called his name.

“Eddie,” he says, hands on his hips fifteen feet up, straddling two of the cross-sections that radiate from around the tree, “getting the base down would go a lot faster if you could hoist the planks up to us.”

In the end, Eddie is almost as sweaty as they are, arms pleasantly sore in a way they haven’t been in a very long time.

The build takes three days; they finish the round base and railing on the first day, the staircase takes them all of Sunday, and Buck is antsy all week, never getting home early enough to get started on the enclosed section without losing the light. Christopher walks up the stairs daily, spreading himself out on the base and laughing when Eddie aims the hose up at him.

Buck’s up at daybreak the next weekend, the sound of hammering waking Eddie from what had been a good dream. He’d made Eddie promise not to let Chris watch the progress, so as soon as Chim knocks on the door, Eddie takes Chris and leaves, spends the day running errands and waiting for Buck to give them the all clear, a text that doesn’t arrive until it’s nearly dinner time.

He picks up pizza on his way home, tries not to laugh at the way Chris bypasses the front door and goes immediately around the side of the house, yelling for Buck as he does. Eddie slows his steps—he knows Buck and Chris are already bonded, that they love being around each other, but he wants to give them a moment that’s just for them after Buck has done something so incredibly huge for his son.

Chris is already in the enclosed section when he makes his way up the staircase, and it’s nothing like he had imagined. This isn’t the cheap, hastily built treehouses he’d seen while looking for houses—it’s like a log cabin up in a tree, and although he can see the exhaustion in Buck’s body as he walks around with Chris, the only expression on his face is the excitement that’s mirrored on Christopher’s.

“Buck says we can sleep up here tonight!” Chris says excitedly, tugging on his hand. “I’m gonna go pack my stuff!”

“Air mattresses are less comfortable than I remembered,” Buck says much later that night, after Chris had already dropped off to sleep. “Maybe we should get real beds in here.”

“Maybe you were right about letting him be on his own,” Eddie says, linking their fingers together. It’s far from the worst place he’s slept, but Eddie’s a creature of comfort now. “We can give them walkies to check in. I’m calling Hen first thing tomorrow.”

#may's birthday week celebration #buddie #buddie fic #vermont baby!#evan buckley #eddie diaz #domestic fluff #may i hope you have an AMAZING day!

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buddiefamily · 4 years ago

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This is a result of people insisting Eddie didn’t have a reaction. He did! He’s just not as expressive as Buck so it wasn’t visible from space.

I Got You, Always [read on ao3]

rating: explicit, no warnings apply, friends to lovers, protective eddie

Eddie had just taken most of his gear off when he heard Chimney ask: “Where’s Buck?”

As if they all didn’t know perfectly well where Buck was. He felt his body shake. With fear or anger, he wasn’t sure. He had plenty reason for both. He was fuming with fury at Buck’s parents for treating him like he didn’t matter, for making him feel like he was nothing better than defective parts, who does that to their child? He couldn’t help but be angry at Hen and Chimney too, for letting Buck separate from the rest of them, god knew Buck was in no state to even be working at all, let alone this, him alone. And he was scared, alright. He was terrified. Not that he’d ever show or admit to it, but he was. He was terrified for Buck, who more than anything needed to know he’s loved and appreciated. Not this, not being all by himself! How could they allow this?

In an attempt to hide his distress, his fear, he threw his hands up at Chimney and Hen in a gesture that said and you let him?

Then he heard Buck’s voice, reporting to the IC and he let out a sigh of relief, once again being able to breathe properly. Buck was okay.

But then he said he was surrounded, lost, and Eddie felt like his lungs would give out at any second. He looked at Bobby, pleading, he didn’t care anymore. They needed to go back in, they needed to get to Buck.

There was an explosion.

Eddie’s heart stopped.

Bobby gave a short nod, then they were all gearing up again, running towards the entrance. Eddie couldn’t will his legs to move fast enough. He knew it wasn’t humanly possible to run much faster with all the weight of his gear, but he had to try. And try he did, leaving the rest of his team a good few yards behind him, rushing to Buck as fast as he could.

When he saw him, finally, his first instinct was to make sure Buck was okay, that he wasn’t hurt, he wanted to hold Buck and to never let go. But there was a job to be done. So he only allowed himself half a second to collect his heart from where it was shattered all around him, then he got to work. His team was there, right behind him. He couldn’t be more thankful.

They were out of the building, Buck was sitting in the back of an ambulance, Bobby and Hen by his side. Eddie was aching to talk to Buck, more than anything he wanted to be the one by his side. But he wasn’t selfish. He knew what Buck needed right then, and it wasn’t him. What Buck needed was to hear that he had people who cared about him, people who would always be there for him, who he could rely on. So he let Bobby and Hen talk to Buck, then Athena – Eddie was so glad she was there, he knew how much her and Bobby meant to Buck – and all Eddie did was wait. He stood and watched, never once taking his eyes off Buck. He watched his expression shift from grief and guilt to something more content and calm and finally, when he talked to Athena, Eddie saw Buck smile.

Eddie was still worried. Maybe Buck was out of physical danger now, but that sure as hell didn’t mean he was okay. Still, he didn’t go over and talk to Buck, he didn’t trust himself to stay composed. He’d talk to him in the morning. Eddie knew that was selfish of him, but at least it was better than the alternative. Buck needed him to be strong, he’d be of no use if he talked to Buck now, he’d break down and cry. Neither of them needed that.

Eddie went home.

As much as he wished to hug his son, Chris was asleep already, so Eddie settled for a forehead kiss and a whispered I love you. He went to his own room, closing the door carefully behind him. Only then, in the privacy of his own bedroom, did he allow himself to let go. He wasn’t aware of making a conscious decision to move his body, but the next thing he knew he was curled on the floor, his breath coming out in short puffs. His eyes were burning with tears, he felt them streaming down his cheeks. His body shook. He heard a sob before he even realized it left his own mouth.

Later, when he could catch his breath again, he would wonder why he was so wrecked, so worried. He’d tell himself Buck was in no imminent danger, in no life-threatening situation. He’d stare at the wall, trying to figure out why his heart ached so much to see Buck doubt himself like he did earlier that day, then throw himself at the first opportunity to get hurt. His panic would rise once again for a moment, fearing that maybe that was Buck’s intention, to get hurt. He would remember his street fighting, how Buck knew immediately, how he paid attention. And then it would down on him, attention. That was what Buck wanted, needed, what he never got from his parents. So he learned to ask for it, it the craziest loudest ways possible, because that’s all that ever worked. Stealing the fire truck, the lawsuit, it all suddenly made sense. And Eddie’s heart would break again. For Buck who felt, no matter how loved he was, that people didn’t notice him, didn’t care. He would hate himself for not realizing sooner, for not being able to fix it. Eddie would sit on his bedroom floor for hours, asking himself why all this hurt so much, why Buck’s pain hurt him.

And the answer was right there, right in front of him, if he only listened to his heart.

The next morning, as he got ready to work, he stood in front of the mirror and swore to his reflection that he would stay composed. For Buck’s sake. And he would have done it, he really had faith in himself. But then Buck’s parents showed up at the firehouse, and Eddie lost every tiny fiber of his cool.

Screw composed; Eddie had a lot to say.

What made him even angrier was that everyone else seemed so unbothered by their presence, even Chimney who must have known better than anyone what kind of people they were. Yet he just sat with them, narrating Buck’s heroic rescues, one after another. Eddie couldn’t listen to it anymore.

“Your son is a hero, in every sense of the word,” he said, his voice firm. The silence that suddenly surrounded them was deafening. He could fell all eyes on him. He didn’t care. He continued: “He’s a hero, but he had never once in his life felt like one.”

“Eddie-” Hen tried to warn him, to stop him, knowing full well where the conversation would go. Eddie didn’t even acknowledge her.

“Your son is the most selfless, caring, compassionate person I know. I doubt he learned any of that from you.”

There was a gasp, Mrs. Buckley nearly jumped out of her chair, no doubt ready to defend herself, to find some half-hearted excuse.

“He loves so freely, he gives everything he has to others, yet he never feels seen, appreciated,” Eddies voice was still firm, even as he struggled to catch his breath, “loved.”

He looked around. Most people have left the floor, only Hen and Chim were still hanging around. For whose sake, he wasn’t quite sure. He looked back to Mr. and Mrs. Buckley, half expecting an argument, something like but we love him.

It never came. Instead-

“Tell us about him.”

He must have heard wrong.

“You seem to care about Evan a great deal, why don’t you tell us what he’s like?” Mr. Buckley was looking at him expectantly. He felt anger rise in his chest. These people didn’t deserve to be a part of Buck’s life. But he caught Hen’s gaze, stern, and he sighed. Fine. But he would do it his way.

“Buck,” he emphasized, “his name is Buck.”

When Buck arrived with Bobby, announcing a clean bill of health, Eddie once again wished he could hold Buck and never let go. But his captain was there, the rest of his team at his heel, just like always. It had to wait.

So instead, he joked.

“Show-off.”

And Buck’s smile was worth every bit of the pain he felt.

“I had to do it,” Buck told him, as if Eddie didn’t already know that. He couldn’t help but smile too.

“I knew you did,” he replied, because every little reassurance he could give to Buck, he would.

They just stood there for a moment, easy silence between them, then Eddie’s expression changed. Buck could tell right away. How he read Eddie so easily sometimes, it was almost scary.

“You got some visitors,” he told Buck and watched his face fall as he realized the implication.

Once again, all Eddie could do was wait. He watched Buck disappear up the stairs, hoping he’d get his moment to spend with Buck after. But then he announced he was going to see Maddie and all Eddie could say to him before he left was: “I’m here for you if you need me.”

Then he was all alone in his house again, Chris fast asleep by the time he got home from his shift. He wished Carla goodnight, waved her off when she offered to stay with him, insisted he was fine.

This time he didn’t make it to the bedroom before he felt his chest tighten and the tears warm on his cheeks. He was alone anyway, it didn’t matter. Except maybe he was less alone than he thought.

There was a knock on the door.

Before he could even stand up from his spot on the couch, he heard the key turn in the lock and the door opened, revealing Buck. Eddie rushed to him, wiping his tears as best as he could without Buck noticing.

“You said you’d be here when I needed you,” Buck said, his eyes fixed on his shoes. Eddie opened his mouth to reassure him that he would, always, but then Buck continued, and Eddie could only stare.

“I’m sorry, Eddie, I should have realized what that meant. I should have known that was you asking to see me.”

At that Eddie couldn’t hold his tears any longer.

“No, Buck, that’s not what I meant. I did want to see you, because I never got to talk to you yesterday, but I would never ask that of you, not when you have your own problems to worry about.” Eddie stepped closer, taking hold of Buck’s hands, he needed him to understand this wasn’t about him.

“I know, Eds, that’s exactly why I should have known.” Buck looked so devastated. He went to hell and back with his family and the factory fire, yet here he was, worrying about Eddie.

So Eddie tried to explain to him, how it didn’t matter what he felt, how Buck was his priority now. And Buck just laughed. A soft honest laugh. Eddie felt his chest tighten, this time the feeling was different. Warm.

“It’s not a competition, you know,” he said, then walked to the couch, still holding onto Eddie’s hands, dragging him along, “we can be here for each other.”

Eddie pulled him in for a hug. Buck wrapped his hands around Eddie’s waist, holding on for dear life. Buck really did need him, Eddie realized. He held on just as tight, one hand around Buck’s shoulders, the other in his hair, stroking lightly.

“I got you,” he whispered. Now that he finally had Buck in his arms, he wasn’t gonna let go. Thankfully, it seemed Buck agreed with that sentiment, not letting go of Eddie’s waist even as they sat down on the couch.

After a moment of silence, Buck said: “Hen told me you yelled at my parents.” He didn’t sound angry, so Eddie didn’t apologize. He didn’t know what else to say, luckily he didn’t have to because Buck continued, his tone lighter now: “Thank you. Although I do wonder what you told them. My mother said you were a keeper, any idea what she meant by that?”

Eddie went red in the face.

“I showed them pictures of you and Chris, she- she must have assumed,” Eddie stammered, pulling away from Buck, “I’m so sorry, Buck, I swear I didn’t-”

Buck’s grip on Eddie’s hips tightened, not letting him go too far.

“It’s okay, Eddie.” Buck’s voice was so calm, there was a small smile on his lips. Eddie was speechless. Once again, it didn’t matter, because Buck spoke again: “Thank you.”

Eddie stared at Buck, his eyes roaming Buck’s face, searching for answers. Why did he suddenly feel so warm with Buck’s hands on him, why did his heart beat like crazy, why were his hands shaking as he reached to touch Buck again? This time, when the answer stared him in the face, quite literally, he didn’t try to hide, to run away.

He wasn’t brave enough to say the words, so he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Buck’s forehead. Buck, who watched Eddie tuck Chris into bed more times than he could count, knew exactly what it meant. He wrapped his hands around Eddie in a crushing embrace, and whispered against his ear: “Me too, Eddie.” Then he felt Buck’s lips at his jaw, and as much as he wanted to stay in Buck’s embrace for the rest of eternity, there was something else he was dying to do.

So he pulled back, only to lean back in and finally, finally, kissed Buck’s lips.

Buck’s hands were on his face in an instant, holding gently, his thumbs caressing his cheeks softly. His lips were just as soft, careful, moving painfully slowly against Eddie’s. But there was no rush, Eddie told himself, he could enjoy this. So he did. He kissed Buck with just a little more pressure, he gripped Buck’s shoulders just that bit tighter, finally understanding why his heart always felt heavy and light at the same time when he was with Buck. He let Buck kiss him back any way he wanted, he let Buck bite at his lower lip, let his tongue trace his lip, against his tongue, and he felt his heart fill with warmth and explode over and over. He kissed Buck’s jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck to his collarbones. Buck’s hands were on Eddie’s skin now, his shirt pulled up by Buck’s curious fingers. Eddie felt Buck’s fingernails running gently up and down his lower back and he shivered, letting out a sigh.

“You like that?” Buck asked him, his voice deep and raspy. His nails were now firmer on Eddie’s back, more insistent. He moaned. And that was all the answer Buck needed.

His lips were on Eddie’s again, his hands never leaving Eddie’s back. Even when – after making sure that’s what Eddie wanted – he was taking off Eddie’s shirt, he managed to keep one hand on his hip. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was meant to reassure or tease him, either way he was thankful. Buck only let go to take his own shirt off, and even that short moment left Eddie feeling cold and alone. Then Buck’s hands were all over him, as if he couldn’t get enough of Eddie’s skin, as if holding Eddie forever wouldn’t be enough.

They made their way to the bedroom, only stopping once to make out against the wall, Eddie pressing his body against Buck’s, feeling Buck’s erection at his hip. After that, it was only thanks to Buck’s strong hands pushing him away and towards the bedroom, that they even made it there. Then the door was closed behind them and Buck’s hands were on Eddie’s hips, pushing his sweatpants down and off, along with his underwear. Eddie tried to do the same for Buck, struggling with his belt buckle, until Buck took pity on him and took the rest of his clothes off himself.

Eddie was pushing him towards the bed, crawling on top of him. Their bodies were flush against each other’s, nothing but skin on skin. Eddie was breathless. For once, it was a good feeling. He looked at Buck, who looked back at him, waiting. Buck was waiting for Eddie to make a move, to set the pace, Buck was giving him a go-ahead for anything he wanted. But Eddie couldn’t do that, couldn’t possibly do something – anything – if he wasn’t entirely sure that’s what Buck wanted. So he asked: “What do you want, Buck?”

“Anything,” he replied, his voice low, “everything.”

And that wasn’t very helpful to Eddie. But if Buck wanted everything, he sure as hell would deliver. And if in the process he could get Buck to tell him what he really wanted, well, that would only be a bonus.

So he leaned down, his elbows supporting his weight, and he kissed Buck slowly. He let his lips ghost over Buck’s until he felt Buck trying to press closer, only then did he allow for an actual kiss. He licked and sucked at Buck’s lips, his hands on each side of Buck’s torso, not touching. He tried to ignore Buck’s hard cock pressing against his, he held his hips still. Buck’s hands were on Eddie’s back again, his nails digging in and it was almost enough for Eddie to abandon his plan and let Buck have anything, everything.

But he didn’t budge. Instead, he took hold of both Buck’s wrists and brought them above his head, holding them against the pillow with one of his hands. The other hand he used to prop himself us so that his hips weren’t touching Buck’s.

Buck groaned it frustration but said nothing. So Eddie kissed his neck, both his shoulders, sucked a hickey right over where his heart was, all the while still holding Buck’s wrists. And Buck made all the sounds Eddie never even thought to dream about. And he tried to move his hips, tried to free his hands to touch Eddie, but Eddie was having none of that.

“Stay still,” he demanded in the most authoritative tone he could muster in the moment, “and keep your hands where they are.” It seemed to work like magic, Buck went perfectly still and when Eddie let go of Buck’s wrists, his hands didn’t move an inch. Eddie nodded approvingly, then went to trail kisses down Buck’s chest and stomach. When he got all the way to his hips, he sucked a mark on each side, making Buck moan, struggling to stay still. Eddie moved lower; he could feel Buck hold his breath in anticipation.

Ignoring Buck’s erection, Eddie kissed down his thigh.

“Eddie,” Buck sighed in frustration.

Eddie traced his lips to Buck’s knee, then took hold of his ankle and moved Buck’s leg so that it was bent. He kissed Buck’s knee again, then moved his lips and tongue and teeth to Buck’s inner thigh. He heard Buck take in a sharp breath, he heard him try to muffle his sighs by biting his lip. When he worked his way almost all the way up Buck’s thigh, Eddie felt him hold his breath again.

Eddie switched to Buck’s other leg, repeating the process, dragging it out even more. His own dick was achingly hard, but he focused on Buck instead. Kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin of Buck’s thigh. Buck’s sighs and groans were a mixture of pleasure and frustration, until finally Eddie heard him say: “Eddie, please!”

That was his cue.

He stopped licking at Buck’s skin, pulled away, and looked up at Buck asking with fake innocence: “Please, what?”

“Fuck me,” was what Buck said.

Eddie couldn’t even congratulate himself on how easy that was, he felt a shiver run all the way through him.

“That’s not exactly how I prefer to call it, but…”

He reached for his bedside table, taking out lube and a condom, then climbed over to Buck again. Their eyes locked, Eddie could see Buck’s lips twitch, trying not to smile. Apparently, Eddie wasn’t the only one playing a game here.

“Make love to me, Eddie.”

And that was it for him, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed out what was probably too much, but he couldn’t care less. He pressed a slick finger against Buck’s hole, not quite pressing in just yet, just circling around.

Buck moaned. The sound made Eddie’s head spin. He pressed his finger in gently, watching Buck’s face to make sure he wasn’t hurting him in any way. He moved his finger carefully in and out until Buck asked formore Eddie please I need more. He added another finger, his other hand holding Buck’s hip gently but firmly. Then it was three of Eddie’s fingers inside Buck and the only words leaving Buck’s mouth was a mantra of please please please as Eddie’s fingers brushed his prostate over and over. When he pulled out his fingers, Buck made a sound at the loss, almost like a sob. Eddie kissed his stomach.

“I got you,” he promised.

He struggled with the condom for longer than he’d wish to admit, his hands shaking. Once he figured it out, he reached for the lube again, coating his cock, then tossing the bottle somewhere by the foot of the bed. He leaned over Buck who was looking at him with so much love in his face Eddie nearly passed out. He positioned himself between Buck’s legs, pressing his cock against Buck’s already slick hole. He placed his hands on Buck’s hips and pushed in. Buck’s eyes closed, his hands tangled in the pillows, still trying to stay still. Eddie leaned in to kiss him softly.

“You can touch me, Buck,” he whispered.

Buck let out the biggest sigh of relief, his hands going to Eddie’s shoulders immediately. Eddie kept their bodies pressed flush against each other’s as he moved his hips, his lips never once leaving Buck’s skin. He pushed in and out slowly, listening to Buck’s sighs and moans, his ear right next to Buck’s lips. As much as Buck seemed to be content with their slow pace, Eddie wanted more. He sped up his thrusts, only just enough so that Buck picked up on it, could stop him if he wanted to. He didn’t. He pushed his hips up to meet Eddie’s, gripping his shoulders tight for leverage.

That little change in angle was all it took, Eddie now hitting Buck’s prostate with each thrust. Buck had to press his lips against Eddie’s in an attempt not to scream. Eddie held onto Buck, kissing back messily, he felt his own orgasm approaching.

“Eddie-” Buck pulled away; spoke to warn Eddie he was close. Eddie kissed the corner of his lips.

“I got you,” he said again, then sped up his thrusts even more, angling his hips just right. Buck came, burying his lips in Eddie’s shoulder to silence himself. Eddie followed short after, collapsing on top of Buck.

After they were cleaned up and cuddled on the bed, this time under the covers, Buck’s head on Eddie’s chest, Eddie’s hands wrapped around Buck protectively, Eddie teased: “A keeper, huh?”

Buck laughed. He kissed Eddie’s jaw.

“You definitely are a keeper,” Buck said with a soft smile, then added, “thanks again, for standing up for me. I really appreciate it.”

And Eddie just looked at him fondly.

“I got you, always.”

#buck begins #the episode emotionally destroyed me #and he did have a reaction yall are just blind #buddie #buddie fanfiction #911 fox #buddie fic #friends to lovers #idiots in love #ao3 #fanfiction #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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thisissirius · 4 years ago

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“stay alive, please.” Maybe as a joke? For 911.

alas, i could not make this a joke for all that i tried. .... except that i didn’t try hard because angst writes itself D:

this is me, after all, back on my bullshit.

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERRRRRRRRRRRRRS

still a chance (i would take those odds) eddie/buck, THAT trailer :)

“Stay alive,” Buck says. “Please.”

——

Buck wakes first, light spilling across the bed and he shifts until he’s out of its glare. Eddie huffs beside him, fingers twitching on the pillow next to his head. For once, they’re both up before the alarm, and Buck indulges in watching. Eddie in the mornings is always a delight; when he can be, he’s slow, pressing closer to Buck, face turning into Buck’s neck.

“Morning,” he says, words muffled by Eddie’s forehead.

“Nope,” Eddie rumbles. His hand curling into Buck’s. “Not until Chris.”

Laughing gently, Buck ghosts a kiss over Eddie’s temple. “Whatever you say, Diaz.”

Cracking open an eye, Eddie’s glare is ruined by the smile curving his lips. “What happened to Eddie?”

“Not awake until Chris is,” Buck says, laughing when Eddie digs a thumb into his side. “Stop.”

Eddie’s soft laughter soothes the burst of pain left in the wake of his thumb.

“I love you,” Buck whispers.

A softening of Eddie’s face as he closes his eyes; he can never say it with them open, as if he’s afraid of the words. Of what they mean. Buck doesn’t take it personally, knows they’re true, even as he buries the ache of it beneath a smile. “I love you, too.”

——

“Eddie? Fuck, please, answer me!”

——

They’re worried about a landslide.

There’s the sign.

Is it moving?

——

“So,” Hen says, sitting next to Buck on the bench.

Buck raises his eyebrows. “So?”

“Have you asked him yet?”

Eddie’s washing the truck with Chim, both of them fucking around with the water. Buck snorts as Chim slips on a puddle, Bobby’s voice ringing clear across the station for them to get their shit together and work.

“No,” Buck admits. He avoids Hen’s knowing gaze. “Chris thinks it’s a great idea.”

“Of course he does.” Hen nudges him gently. “He knows you love Eddie.”

Buck opens his mouth, wants to say but does Eddie love me, except they get stuck somewhere in his throat. He knows Eddie does. They’re not words Eddie can ever take lightly when Chris is involved, but knowing and believing are two very different things.

Eddie looks up then, grins and tosses them both a wink. Hen snorts, mutters idiot under her breath. Buck’s fingers twitch to reach for Eddie, to press a kiss to that ridiculous mouth and ask Eddie right then, in the middle of the station.

Later, Buck wonders why he didn’t.

——

Buried alive.

The words ring in Buck’s head and he swallows past the sudden lump in his throat. He thinks of Hayden, the pipe, losing Eddie. Mud sliding beneath his knees, his hands, the thought of Eddie being lost forever.

It’s not like the same thing can happen twice.

What are the goddamned odds.

——

“I’ll take the helicopter with Eddie and Chim,” Cap says, breaking through the awe of the moment. “We need to find those missing hikers.”

Buck hears it, but doesn’t listen.

He’s elbow deep in wreckage, Hen’s voice murmuring soothing words to the couple trapped in the car.

Athena’s voice rings out over the crowd and Buck sinks into the motions of a rescue; this is what he’s made for.

——

“Good work,” Athena says.

Buck nods, eyes tracking the helictopter that thuds across the sky. The light is fading; rescue’s only gonna get harder from here. “What are they facing up there?”

“Buried houses, cars, people,” Athena says with a wince. “They’re gonna be fine—”

“We need to get up there,” Hen says.

Buck agrees, tearing his gaze away from the helictoper. Cap and Chim are fine. Eddie’s fine. Other people, not so much.

——

The Hollywood sign is gone.

Houses, people, cars are stuck fast in mud.

Somewhere on Mount Lee, an over-saturation of water triggers a secondary landslide.

——

It’s—Buck doesn’t know how to begin explaining it.

The air is thick with the cloying smell of earth. Yells and screams ring out over the noise of Buck’s own breathing. Mud everywhere, house slick to the second floor.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“We should co-ordinate with Cap,” Hen starts, and then stumbles.

Buck frowns, follows her gaze and feels his stomach swoop dangerously.

——

A helicopter blade jammed straight up into the air.

Someone clambering over the side of the helicopter half stuck in mud.

Yells for help rolling over Buck and he can’t hear anything but the roaring in his ears.

——

“Buck,” Bobby says, arm around Buck.

Buck’s heart is hammering in his chest and he thinks not again.

There’s mud caked through the inside of the chopper. Chim’s lying half in, half out and talking to someone in low tones.

“Is he—”

“Stuck,” Bobby says. Quick, like ripping off a Band Aid.

“I have to,” Buck starts, shoving away from Bobby.

“You need to stay here,” Bobby says, as gently as he’s able.

Buck doesn’t want gentle. “No,” he snaps, because this is somewhere he’s been before and he’s not living this again, he’s not. Scrambling up the side of the helicopter, Buck’s hands are shaking but he ignores it, takes in the scene before him.

“Buck, you need—”

“Eddie?”

——

There’s blood on Eddie’s forehead.

The same forehead Buck kissed that morning.

The cowlick is still there, too. Slick with mud and blood and water.

Eyes half-lidded and hazy.

“Eddie,” Buck says gently, wanting to reach for Eddie and tug, but—

Stuck fast in mud, one arm, barely half of his left shoulder, and his head free.

——

“What did I say,” Bobby yells, grabbing a hold of Buck’s leg and pulling. Buck falls more than he slides down the side of the ‘copter, and he stumbles against Bobby as his feet hit the ground. “Extra weight is only gonna send that thing down faster and Eddie will— ”

Buck wrenches himself out of Bobby’s grip. “Fuck you,” he snarls, watches the surprise and anger ripple across Bobby’s face in quick succession. “We can’t just leave him in there!”

"We’re not going to—”

Then, from Chim, “Cap, Eddie wants to speak to Buck.”

——

Chim’s feet touch the ground.

Buck’s clambering back up the helicopter, trying to keep his movements careful, because it won’t take much, just a tip the wrong side.

Fuck. Fuck, what about Chris?

——

“I need,” Eddie says, breaking off.

“Hard to breathe,” Chim says, when he passes Buck on the way down. “His chest is rattling, face pinched. I’ve done what i can.”

Buck doesn’t doubt it, but he can see Eddie struggle with talking, moving, breathing.

“You have to do something for me.”

“Eddie, I can’t—”

“Chris needs you.”

“Fuck you.” Buck tries to find purchase on the side of the ‘copter, tugs off a glove because if this is gonna be—if Eddie—he wants to touch. “He needs you.”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. “And yet.”

“The mud—we can’t set up a winch,” Buck says because he can’t think of anything else. His fingers brush through Eddie’s hair, and he doesn’t even care what they’re gonna be covered in. Eddie’s smile flickers and Buck feels despair claw at his chest, throat. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie swallows, winces as he shifts in the mud and Buck wants to tell him to stop, but he can’t make himself talk. “Chris—”

Buck tightens his grip a fraction, then relaxes. “Don’t, Eddie.”

“Should have asked you to marry me,” Eddie says, almost to himself.

Something in Buck shatters and he doesn’t think it’ll ever come together the right away.

“I love you,” Eddie says.

It’s not until Buck’s back on solid ground that he realizes Eddie’s eyes were open.

——

“Bobby, please.”

“Kid,” Bobby says, and his voice cracks on the word.

——

Buried alive.

Mud sliding beneath his knees, his hands, the thought of Eddie being lost forever.

What are the goddamned odds.

——

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911 #buddie fic #otp: i forgive you #AMBIGUOUS ENDING #because i suck #but i will probably continue this lmao #i mean maybe #oops #:)))))#fic by me

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buckaroosboogara · 3 years ago

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911 week - Day 2:

“Why are you sitting in a tree?” + fun

@911week

(1900~ words, Eddie, Hen, Karen and Buck.)

Eddie explained his plan to Karen. It was easy, two swings hanging from a simple wooden structure and another hanging from a branch of the only tree in their, very beautiful in Eddie's opinion, backyard.

Of course, things had to go wrong the day before he went to the Wilson's place and arranged the swings. With wrong being Buck knowing his little secret.

He would be the death of Eddie.

Hen had accidentally slipped it in a conversation at the station.

She said that Denny and Nia wanted a new swing because the one in their house was old and worn out and then Buck had jumped with an anecdote about how he ended up with 5 stitches on his lips because a swing had crashed into them as Chim just shook his head with fond disappointment.

Eddie though, Eddie just thought that maybe a surprise visit to Hen's place wouldn't be a bad idea.

Later that day he messaged Karen, asking if he could swing by, no pun intended, in a moment when Hen wasn't around because he wanted to talk with her. Karen agreed, she always liked the mystery.

So, some days later and with the excuse to take Chris to a sleepover at the Wilson's, Eddie explained his plan to Karen. It was easy, two swings hanging from a simple wooden structure and another hanging from a branch of the only tree in their, very beautiful in Eddie's opinion, backyard.

Karen was thrilled with the idea and she offered to pay but Eddie declined it. He would gift it to his friends, after the hell year that was 2020 they deserved a nice surprise.

He had to be quiet about it though. If he told Buck he would tell Bobby and Maddie, who would tell Athena and Chimney who would tell Hen (the latter rather than the police Sergeant) and he didn't want that.

With Karen's okay he sketched the structure and made a note to himself to go and ask for an estimated budget at his to-go hardware store next time he went to his Abuela's.

So there he was, a week later.

"Hey Eddie," the store manager, Nico friendly greeted him.

"Hey Nico," He said back.

"It's good to see you here again, does Isabel's fence need another repair?" And without a beat, Nico reasoned, "No, no it's only been a month since the last repair. So it has to be paint for the deck? See, I can lower the price for you if you buy more tha-

"Uh, I came here for another reason Nic," Eddie chuckled after cutting him. "I was wondering if you could make a budget for this..."

He showed Nico the rough sketch and the materials he needed and the other man smiled.

"Ah, I see. I have some of the things you need, but the poles will be another story. I can recommend you a lumber company to get the wood." Nico said, taking the paper and looking for appropriate screws and ropes.

"That would be amazing, thanks."

"And while I do that, tell me how did that skateboard thing for your kid go,"

Eddie smiled and unlocked his phone to show him the pictures Carla had taken of that day.

"Well..."

...

Of course, things had to go wrong the day before he went to the Wilson's place and arranged the swings in their backyard.

Well, wrong would be exaggerating. More like things didn't stay as quiet as Eddie wanted.

He had just woken up on Saturday for a shift, his mind a groggy and grumpy mess until the coffee hit his lips, so he was in the kitchen trying to make his old coffeemaker work.

He really needed a new one, Eddie thought just as he heard a key on his doorlock and then said door opening.

His mind just assumed, oh it's just Buck.

OH, IT'S BUCK.

Eddie's mind got a moment of clarity.

He could hear Buck taking his shoes off and ranting an excuse for being there so early as he helplessly looked around his dining and living room, both full of ropes, screws, papers, and God-knows-what-else.

He needed to clean everything but he did not have time.

"Hey, are you hearing me, man?" Buck said as he stepped into Eddie who was in the middle of the room looking like a deer caught in headlights, only wearing underwear and a t-shirt and lots of things on his hands.

He snorted and started laughing loudly while Eddie blushed hard.

"Oh, oh- please, what the-" Buck tried to talk but got cut by a wave of laughter that had him letting go of the box with pastries he had brought and held his belly and chest.

Eddie's embarrassment turned into slight annoyance. He tried to place his hands - and the things - lower so he could cover his underwear, and then cleared his throat. "Are you finished or you will laugh for the next five minutes?"

"I'm- I'm sorry man, it's just that-" Buck cleared his throat to stop the laughter and get serious. It didn't work as he snorted again.

Eddie gave him a look.

"Okay, okay," Buck breathed in slowly picking the pastry box again. "So, what's up with all this mess?"

"Dios, dame paciencia." Eddie muttered as he placed the things back on the couch. "Okay so, A, I'm so glad Christopher is at a sleepover because I'm sure the neighbors could hear you laughing. B, this is my house so I ask the questions darling which takes me to D,"

He stopped to take a breath. "What the fuck are you doing here so early?"

"Has anyone told you you have a damn good pulmonary capacity?" The other man asked.

"Buck."

"Okay, I was passing by to pick you up to go to our shift." Buck shrugged. Eddie knew there was more to it but let it go.

"Now go and put on some proper clothes and then answer what's going on with all this and the poles outside. I'll be here preparing a breakfast-to-go."

Eddie begrudgingly accepted and went to his room and changed clothes.

On their way, Eddie explained Buck his plans for the swings. They were arriving at the firehouse when he made Buck promise he wouldn't tell anyone about it.

And the other man put a condition, Eddie would call him if he needed help the next day.

Eddie rolled his eyes and agreed, while he had experience building things with his father he knew Buck equaled his experience.

Now he needed to survive a shift with Buck trying to keep a secret.

Great.

...

Things didn't go as bad as Eddie thought they would go.

The next day when Hen arrived at the firehouse for her shift, Eddie greeted her and Buck was vibrating suspiciously when it was his turn.

Hen quirked an eyebrow at Eddie who made his best effort to seem normal and shrugged. She made a weird face in return and let them walk away.

Once in Buck's Jeep both let out a breath they didn't know were holding. The drive to Eddie's place was filled with an excited air.

A quick morning nap was all it took for Eddie to recharge batteries and soon enough he was on his truck, poles, ropes, and tools in the trunk, and on his way to pick up his son from his Abuela and then to Hen and Karen's house.

Their garden was a view that always made Eddie's breath hitch.

Karen had an excellent hand for plants, unlike Eddie.

She had climbing plants and trees on their fences to keep away nosey neighbors, a garden of blooming roses and another with tulips, and a mini forest of growing trees in flower pots filling the place with a cool air that was much needed in the Californian summer.

Almost in the middle, there was a medium-sized oak where he was planning to hang a swing.

He put his hands to work and decided to start taking the poles out of the trunk and onto the backyard.

Of course, when he almost got crushed to the ground by one of the poles he called Buck, and in the meantime, he took his tools to the garden and climbed the tree to start attaching the rope.

The youngest firefighter arrived some minutes later, scanning the place until he found Eddie.

“Why are you sitting in a tree?” Buck asked, his head inclined to get a better look.

"Maybe because a swing is going to hang from here, but you already knew that." Eddie answered back struggling to stay seated.

"Be kind and pass me that rope?" He pointed at a rope on the floor right under him.

"Sure."

Hours passed, the tree swing was ready and strong enough to support Buck so it was safe for kids, and the support structure of the other two was almost done.

Karen invited them to go inside and eat some sandwiches the kids had helped her make for them.

"Oh, Buck these don't have pickles. I know you don't like them." Karen pointed at the ones on the left side of the plate and Buck felt warmth spreading inside him because she remembered.

Buck ignored Eddie's teasing look and moaned at the taste of the ham and cheese sandwich. "Oh my God, this is awesome Karen."

"Is this homemade bread?" Eddie asked before Karen could say they were just sandwiches.

They were heavenly sandwiches.

"Yeah, we learned to do it during the lockdown." She answered, smiling proudly. "How's the project going?"

"On track and almost done. We just need to put the swings on the upper pole and then attach it to the supports, we put it straight, and ta-dah! Ready to have lots of fun!" Buck smiled with his hands shaking on either side of his face.

"You did it faster than I thought." Karen commented. "And tomorrow you two will come after Hen's done with her after-work nap. You have no excuse."

"Yes ma'am." Eddie answered as the other man nodded.

"Great. Oh and, thanks again. I appreciate it."

"Nonsense, it's our pleasure to do this. You are family." Eddie assured.

...

"What's this surprise you're telling me about?" Hen asked Karen the next day, as she hugged her from behind.

"Good morning darling." Karen answered while she turned around to kiss her, purposely avoiding the question.

"Please?" Hen teased.

"Well-" Karen was cut by a squeal and many laughs from their backyard. Hen tried to look outside but she grabbed her hand to have her attention.

"Come with me."

And so she did.

The last thing Hen imagined to see when the door opened was Denny, Nia, and Chris playing in the swings with Eddie and Buck taking care of them and having as much fun as the kids, but there they were.

"Surprise!" They all exclaimed.

"What in the-" Hen gasped as she walked into the garden with wide eyes. "Eddie? Buck? What are you doing here? What is this?"

Eddie chuckled as he got closer to the couple, "And here I thought it looked like swings and not just a mess."

"How?" Hen asked breathlessly.

"Well, it was all Eddie's idea." Buck added from the swings, watching the kids.

"Really?"

Now Eddie was blushing slightly, "Yeah. I heard you some weeks ago in the firehouse and I thought it would be fun to do it."

"Oh Eddie, I love it." Hen got out of her shock and hugged the man tightly. "Thanks. It means more than what you think."

"I'm glad you like it because there are no refunds!" Eddie chuckled, still in the hug. "And I know."

He let go of her and stepped aside, watching the kids enjoy the new swings.

Eddie let out a contented sigh. "I know."

#some fun fluff because our hearts need it #especially after last night #nevermind i almost forgot to post this 😅#911week2021 #911 on fox #911 fox #evan buckley #hen wilson #karen wilson #eddie diaz #fun #swings and trees #author knows about swings and building just not in english #my fics

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happylifefanfic · 4 years ago

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Safe Place Chapter 6

“Christopher, Jake, Claire! The movie is starting in 5 minutes,” Emma yelled from the kitchen. After dinner, the three children had gone to get their pajamas on while Emma cleaned up. She had promised them earlier in the day that they could watch the newest release on the Disney+ app before going to bed.

Just as she turned on the dishwasher, her phone rang. A smile graced her face when she recognized Eddie’s ringtone.

“Hey, love. How’s your shift going?” she said when she answered the call.

“It’s been okay. We’ve had some crazy calls so far,” Eddie said with a sigh. “How’s everything going there?”

“Good! The kids are getting their pajamas on and then we’re going to watch that new movie they saw a preview for at Disneyland yesterday,” Emma replied as she moved to the room she shared with Eddie to change into her own pajamas. They had decided to go ahead and move in together after he asked her to marry him. Their wedding was set for the next month at Athena and Bobby’s house.

“I wish I was there with you guys,” Eddie groaned.

“I wish you were here too,” Emma sighed. “At least we’re both off tomorrow before I have to go back to work.”

“Thank God,” Eddie said. “What time is your brother coming to pick up Jake and Claire?”

“He should be here around 9:00 in the morning, and Carla is coming to pick up Christopher at 9:30,” Emma said as she pulled her pajama top over her head. The sound of giggles in the living room let her know that the kids were ready to begin the movie.

“I forgot he wanted to spend the day with her tomorrow,” Eddie said quietly.

“Is that still okay?” Emma asked. “I can call Carla if you’d rather him stay home.”

“He’d be so mad if we did that,” Eddie laughed. “Plus, it will be nice to have some time alone. We haven’t had the house to ourselves in weeks.”

“That will be nice,” Emma said dreamily. “We have some more wedding planning to do too.”

“Let’s knock as much of it out tomorrow as we can,” Eddie said. “Are you sure you don’t want to just go to the courthouse?”

“And have your mother and mine kill us both? No, thank you,” Emma said as she walked down the hall to the living room.

“I don’t blame you on that one,” Eddie said with a laugh. Emma laughed along with him as she pulled up the Disney+ app on the television. She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud roaring noise and then the unmistakable sound of an explosion that rattled the house.

“Emma! What was that?” Eddie yelled through the phone, but got no response.

Emma had fallen to her knees at the force of the blast and dropped the phone in the process. Once the house stopped shaking, she grabbed the three children and ushered them quickly into the bathtub in the bathroom closest to them. All three of them were terrified, and Emma paused a moment to calm them down.

“You are safe,” she said. “Stay here while I go check out what happened outside. Do not leave this room!”

“No! You can’t go by yourself!” Christopher yelled at her.

“Christopher, I will be fine,” Emma said soothingly. “I promise.”

Emma closed the bathroom door behind her and went to grab her gun, badge, and keys. She grabbed her phone from the floor as she ran towards the front door.

“Eddie?” she said into the phone.

“Oh thank god!” Eddie exclaimed. “What on earth happened?”

“I don’t know yet,” Emma said as she jogged outside. When she turned around to face her old house, a fireball lit up the sky the size of a mountain.

“Eddie, we’re going to need you guys here ASAP,” Emma said as she moved closer to the fireball. Less than half a mile from their house, she found a scene straight out of a movie. Remnants of an airplane were strewn all over a section of a neighborhood where houses once stood. The whole area was engulfed in flames.

“What happened?” Eddie asked. Emma could hear the sirens from the firetruck in the background.

“A plane crashed,” Emma said. “The fire is out of control!”

“You need to get away from there,” Eddie yelled at her.

“I know,” she replied as she turned to head back to the house. “I’m going to get the kids and take them to Athena and Bobby’s. This fire is huge and it’s going to get bigger with the amount of jet fuel leaking from this plane.”

“Be careful,” Eddie warned. “I love you.”

“I love you too. You need to be careful too. Come home to me safe and sound,” she said before she hung up. As she got closer to the house, she saw neighbors coming out to investigate.

“You all need to go somewhere safe until the fire department has this area secured,” Emma said as she jogged past them. When she returned to the house, she ushered the kids out of the house and into her car just as Engine 118 went roaring past.

“That’s dad!” Christopher yelled.

“It sure is,” Emma said calmly. “We’re going to go to Athena and Bobby’s house and wait until it’s safe to come back.”

“Is Eddie going to be okay?” Claire asked with concern from the backseat as Emma maneuvered the car out of the driveway.

“Yeah, baby. He’s going to be fine. He does this kind of thing all the time,” Emma said as she smiled at her niece in the rearview mirror.

On the inside, Emma’s heart was beating faster than normal. She knew this was not your typical fire and that scared her more than she wanted to admit. A wave of nausea passed over her as she pulled to a stop in front of Athena and Bobby’s house. She and the kids went to the door and were greeted by Athena and Maddie.

“Hey kids!” Athena greeted them. “Harry is outside on the patio getting games ready for you guys.”

The kids followed Christopher outside as Maddie engulfed Emma in a friendly hug.

“I’m so glad you guys are okay,” she said as she released Emma. “Buck called when Eddie couldn’t get you on the phone. I came over to Athena’s to see what we could do to help.”

“Bobby said the fire was awfully close to you guys,” Athena said to her partner. “I’m happy to see you were able to get the kids out of there before it got really bad.”

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Emma said. “It was like watching a horror movie unfold before my eyes.”

“Bobby said the FFA is reporting that it was a commercial flight out of Houston that crashed,” Athena said solemnly. Maddie shuddered while Emma quietly hung her head.

“Let’s just focus on keeping things light and positive for the kids,” Maddie said.

“Great idea,” Athena said. “I can make us some popcorn.”

“That would be great,” Emma said with a weak smile. “I’m going to go to the bathroom for a minute.”

“Sure, take your time,” Athena replied. “We’ll keep an eye on the kids.”

Emma quickly made her way to the bathroom and barely managed to make it to the toilet before she became sick. Several moments later, she emerged from the bathroom to see Maddie waiting outside the door.

“How far along are you?” Maddie asked as she handed Emma a wet paper towel. Emma took it, and gulped loudly.

“Six weeks,” she whispered as she moved the wet paper towel across her face.

“Does Eddie know?” Maddie asked quietly.

“No,” Emma sobbed. “I was going to tell him tomorrow after the kids left. I just found out the day before we went to Disneyland.”

“Oh, honey,” Maddie said as she wrapped Emma in a hug. “Eddie is going to be thrilled about the baby.”

Emma nodded her head unable to speak at the moment.

“It’s never bothered me before that he puts his life on the line every time he goes out to a fire,” Emma said. “I get it because I have a dangerous job as well, but for some reason today, it scares me to death to think of him out there in danger.”

“That’s completely understandable. You love him, and you just found out that you’re carrying his child,” Maddie said as she rubbed Emma’s back soothingly.

“You’re right,” Emma said quietly. “I wish I would have told him about the baby yesterday.”

“You’ll be able to tell him when he gets home,” Maddie said. “I smell popcorn. You want some?”

“That actually sounds good right now,” Emma laughed as they headed out to the patio to be with Athena and the kids. Even as Emma smiled and tried to act like nothing was wrong in front of the kids, her stomach rolled and she fought off the feeling that something awful was going to happen.a

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 imagine #9-1-1 fanfiction #eddie diaz #eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz fanfiction

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evanbvckley · 4 years ago

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SUMMARY: Eddie's parents come to Los Angeles and, finally, he can spend some time alone with Buck. He also has to keep a promise he made the last time they fucked, and Buck is eager to claim his prize. FANDOM: 9-1-1 (TV) RELATIONSHIP: Evan Buckley / Eddie Diaz WORDS: 5.4k.

Sequel of It wasn't a joke! [READ ON AO3]

Full story under the cut.

Two weeks passed since that shower, and things got surprisingly more difficult than before. Both Buck and Eddie didn’t want to tell everyone what happened between them, not only because Buck wasn’t a fan of telling his sister that he fucked his colleague in the showers of the fire station – Bobby wouldn’t love to hear that as well – but because they would have to file a lot of reports and documents about their relationship. And then Christopher, even though he loves Buck with his whole chest, isn't ready yet. Or at least that’s what Eddie thinks. Even after Eddie’s promise of “next time you’ll top”, they were never able to sleep together, let alone having sex. From long shifts to the impossibility to stay alone the time they need to have some fun, they continued by just staring at each other during work and off work. And of course, texting.

They never risked going to the other’s house and coming to work together: no one in the fire station must know. But Buck has no patience at all when it comes to Eddie, he has to refrain and stop himself from touching or kissing him. They both steal quick kisses from each other when no one is looking. He hates how he has to hide their relationship; it’s true that they are just waiting for them to come out as a couple – Buck is certain that everyone has their bet since that night and that kiss – but he understands that he has to. And he loves Christopher too as much as Eddie does, even if they’re sure that Chris wouldn’t hate any of that, they don’t want to drop the bomb on the kid like it’s nothing. Cause it’s not nothing. On the contrary, they want to be together every hour and every minute, they want to be able to sleep together and be themselves in front of everyone, participate as an actual couple to the dinners with the others and not act annoyed when everyone puts them side by side. It was actually funny the first times, now Buck is growing more and more impatient.

Both of them are looking forward to a night together, alone, with no distraction or whatsoever. No problems, nothing, just them. Luckily, Eddie’s family is coming to town that week and they wanted to take Christopher to the house they rented and spend the night with his grandparents that are never able to see him since they live in Texas. Eddie just had to be sure that the house was safe and that his parents had everything their grandson needed. Finally, the day has come, and Buck is excited too because he knows what that means.

“When?” He asks Eddie as their shifts are about to end and they’re alone to finish cleaning the fire truck, stealing glances while hoping no one would notice.

“9 pm. My parents are coming to take Chris at 8:15 pm but they always stay longer than usual, and usually, I don’t mind, but, you know…” He smiles and Buck follows with another smile. Yeah, he knows. He’s waiting for that moment since that shower, he can’t stop thinking about it.

“Oh, shut up.” Buck puts away the towel and everything else. The truck is now shiny again and looks brand new with that flaming red.

“Okay guys, we can go home now. See you all tomorrow!” Bobby’s voice echoes in the half-empty room. Everyone says goodbye at the same time. Hen calls Karen saying that she’s leaving at that moment to come home, Chimney does the same with Maddie.

“Do you have any plans, Eddie? Are your parents here yet?” Everybody knew about Eddie’s parents coming to Los Angeles for a week.

“Yeah. They’ll take care of Chris for the night to let me relax. It’s not that I never relax, but it will be nice for Christopher to spend some time with his grandparents. They almost never see him and since they rented an apartment, I thought that they would like it as well. I made sure they’ll have everything they need, it’s already prepared and in the bags, so they’ll just get to the house, take the bags, and spoil their grandson as they usually do. So I’ll have the house all for myself.” And Buck. Who is standing right beside him, in front of Buck.

“Any date tonight, Buck?” The shift ended pretty early, and Bobby, like the others, doesn’t really care about eventual dates Buck would go to. All of them take turns in teasing either Buck or Eddie about dates, relationships, girls they are seeing, and the like. Chimney already lost his bet, 4 days. Bobby wants to keep going for a little more since he said three weeks. Maddie is ashamed that they’re gambling on his brother’s love life, even though she would have said three weeks as well, Athena accepted the bet with Bobby. Even Karen made his bet, against Hen who said two weeks. Hen is the one keeping the money because she knows that she would have won the bet.

“No, not really.” It’s not like he’s lying, Eddie is not only a date anymore. They’re together.

“Okay Buck, see you tomorrow. And enjoy your night alone, Eddie!” He pats his hand on Buck’s shoulder and everyone goes home as the night shift squad comes in.

—

Buck is playing with his phone in his hand waiting for Eddie’s text saying that the road is clear. At one point, he just can’t wait anymore and opens the chat with him.

(8:49) Are you alone yet?

(8:52) Not yet. They’re leaving now.

(8:53) Okay, I’ll go get the car, then.

(8:58) They’re gone. I’m alone. Drive safe but be quick. (8.59) See you soon.

Buck never drove so fast while having everything under control, checking every crossroad, and stopping at every traffic light, but he is craving to have some time alone with Eddie and he can’t wait any longer. He gets to Eddie’s house a little faster than usual, he parks his car and immediately rings Eddie’s doorbell. As the man opens the door, Buck almost jumps on Eddie and closes the door with his foot as he literally smashes his lips on Eddie’s lips, taking off his shoes right after it. After two weeks of fast kisses that didn’t last even two seconds, being able to fully feel Eddie’s soft lips is driving him crazy. Finally, he repeats in his head. Eddie thinks the same thing as his hands grab Buck’s hips and he pushes him to the front door.

“We have the entire night, Buck…” He whispers, but he’s the one that can’t stop touching his man. “And the entire morning too. My parents will bring Christopher back only for lunch, we have to get to work at 8:30 am…” Buck smiles at the mere idea of having the whole night for them and them only. After having sex in a shower, knowing that this time they would have an actual bed for themselves and they could even sleep together makes him happy like never before. No one made him that happy in his life more than Eddie, no girl made him smile as Eddie does.

“Are you really making me wait?” No matter how much Buck loved the idea of having all that time available, he wants to claim his prize.

“Yeah.” Eddie laughs, locking the door and taking Buck by the hand, leading him towards his bedroom. He knows and remembers what he has promised to him. He’s eager too, he wants to feel Buck, he wants to feel him inside and see him towering over him.

“You bas—” Eddie puts a finger over Buck’s lips, and Buck shuts up.

“Shut up for a moment.” But he can’t wait either. Even before stepping inside the room, Eddie pushes Buck on the wall, licking his lips as his hands slowly raise Buck’s white shirt that barely holds his muscles. Buck can’t complain, to be honest, and he puts his arms between their bodies to unbutton the shirt until his chest is free and Eddie can touch it with both hands. Eddie’s fingers slide slowly on Buck’s skin and his fingertips tease the already hard nipples, pinching them and twisting them, something that gets Buck to moan softly. Buck gets rids of the shirt very quickly and while shirtless he puts his hands on the abs of his partner, pulling the shirt out of his pants and quickly starting to touch Eddie’s abs.

“You couldn’t wait either.” Buck chuckles. “I like it.” He forces Eddie to change position so he’s the one on the wall and Buck has full access to his body. He does the same thing Eddie did just a few moments before: he takes off Eddie’s shirt, throws it on the floor, and goes with his fingertips on his nipple, but then he adds his mouth. Buck licks, bites, and pulls them, making Eddie shiver. Eddie puts a hand in Buck’s hair, pulling it to raise Buck’s head so he can kiss him again. Then, he pushes his chest to make him fall on the bed, but as he comes closer to get on to him, Buck puts his bare foot on Eddie’s bare chest, stopping him.

“You promised.” He says, starting to rub his foot on Eddie’s body, going down on his crotch, pushing with his foot to see if his man is already turned on.

“I know. I’m good at keeping promises.” Eddie caresses Buck’s foot, as he looks right into his eyes. “You’re the top, tonight. In my house, on my bed. I want to feel yours while you fuck me on my own bed.” That leaves Buck a bit shocked and aroused at the same time. Eddie never used this language before.

“I didn’t know you were so eager to feel me inside you.” Buck starts teasing too, since Eddie clearly enjoys that game. “How much do you want me to fuck you, Eddie?” He asks, lifting his foot on Eddie’s pecs, slapping him with his sole, and bringing it then on his neck.

“I want you to fuck me in all positions and in this entire room.” Even though Eddie was kind of dominating during the shower sex, now he’s the one who looks ad Buck like a puppy ready to receive his orders. He grabs Buck’s foot again, massaging him and bringing it down again on his crotch.

“Undress me.” Eddie didn’t need anything else. He quickly gets his hands on Buck’s jeans, unzipping them and pulling them towards him to take them off. Buck’s briefs get the same treatment and Buck’s muscular, well-defined, and almost completely shaved body is right in front of him, sexy as the last time he saw him. To be honest, Buck has sent some pics to Eddie, especially when he was right out of the shower; and even if he never showed his dick in those pictures, it was clear that he was naked when he took them. Having Buck naked again and in front of him makes him almost drool. Buck stops Eddie from getting naked and slowly unzip his pants and lowers them. One hand grabs Eddie’s bulge, massaging it as the other hand pinches Eddie’s left cheek.

“Oh, fuck…”

“You’re about to experience the full top Buck experience.”

“You didn’t really say tha—” but Buck tightens his hold on Eddie’s bulge and his voice breaks as he talks, moaning and closing his eyes. Even if he’s the one topping, Buck loves giving head to his partners. And he loves Eddie moaning as he touches him. He grabs his underwear with his teeth, pulling it down and freeing Eddie’s erection. Without any hesitation he rubs his tongue on the head, holding the base tightly and massaging his balls at the same time. Eddie didn’t expect that at all, but hearing his moans it is clear that he is liking it. A lot.

Buck’s tongue moves slowly and making circular movements on Eddie’s head, jerking the cock with his hand as he focuses on giving pleasure to his partner. Buck loves pleasing Eddie. He always loved hearing his partners happy and moaning as he goes down on them, but Eddie’s moans are something different. Ethereal, he may say, if he’s feeling poetic.

“Buck…” He can feel a hand on his hair as he takes the whole cock inside his mouth, massaging his balls while the other hand goes back, on Eddie’s ass, grabbing his cheek. He could get addicted to Buck’s blowjobs. Eddie would like to move his hips and fuck Buck’s throat, but he’s not the one in control that night. And Buck seems really committed and focused like he has been dreaming and planning that night since that day. He actually has been. He imagined it all and planned every move, mostly, but the most important thing is to have fun and making it last, they both know that they don’t know when and where they’ll be alone together to do this. Buck wants to do things at his pace, take it slowly, make it last as long as possible, and make Eddie have his best orgasm in his life.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Keep going, please.” Buck smiles and stops, leaving Eddie’s cock twitching and covered with saliva since he doesn’t want him too excited, even though it would be cool making Eddie cum twice in the same night. Buck lays back and rests on his elbows on the bed, spreading his legs as his hard dick stands up.

“Suck it.” Buck smiles proudly at seeing Eddie getting on his knees quietly and obediently, opening his lips and immediately starting to lick the tip, taking it into his mouth. Then he slowly slides down, taking the whole thing in, while keeping his eye up to see Buck’s reaction and his expression, which could be explained with just two words: pure joy. Buck moans softly while he keeps his legs wide open and sees his cock disappear inside Eddie’s mouth. “You’re so hot.”

Eddie moves his head slowly and then faster, then he goes back to slow movements again, and Buck keeps filling the room with his moans. He puts a hand between Eddie’s dark curls, pushing his head down and forcing him to stay down with all his cock inside his mouth, touching the back of his throat, but Eddie doesn’t stop his tongue. It keeps rotating and twirling around Buck’s erection as he breathes through his nose; his saliva collects quickly in his mouth and drips down Buck’s testicles.

The warm sensation of Eddie’s mouth on his cock will never tire Buck: he lets his head go, so Eddie can go back at moving his head up and down Buck’s thick cock. The sloppy noises fill up the room accompanied by Buck’s moans, and both of them are getting more and more excited. They have waited two weeks for that, their balls are full and they are eager to be together for real. Eddie wants to feel Buck inside his ass, but having him inside his mouth is giving him pleasure too, even if he’s not the one receiving that blowjob. The taste of Buck’s precum on his palate keeps his body excited and his cock hard.

“Stop, stop…” Buck pulls Eddie’s hair, lifting his head only to see him with his mouth still open, the tongue out, and he can’t help but softly hit his tongue with his erection, then he rubs the tip on his face, wetting him with his own saliva. “Fuck, I want to cum in your mouth so bad.” This dominant side of Buck is something that Eddie never saw, but he loves it.

“Next time.” He laughs, licking his lips and caressing Buck’s thighs, softly rubbing his nails on his skin but with no intention of hurting him, he just can’t stop touching his man.

“Right. Next time. Now I want to taste you.” Buck pushes away Eddie and stands up. “Lay down.” Eddie obeys immediately, spreading his legs as he thinks that Buck wants to suck his cock again. “No, babe, not that part.” He pushes Eddie further on the bed and raises his legs so he can look at his hole, smiling as he looks at Eddie for a quick moment before burying his head between his legs. Even though he’s interested in his hole, the tongue starts moving by touching and lapping his balls. Then he bites Eddie’s inner thighs, making his man groan with pleasure. Buck lifts even more Eddie’s ass and spreads his cheeks wider, rubbing the entrance with one finger and then putting his tongue right over it. He shoves his lips on his entrance and the tongue slides in, pushing inside; it makes circular movements, then up and down, then again from left to right. Then the movements become like dots on the entrance, and then completely inside again. Eddie is helpless and desperate: with his legs up in the air he can’t even think about anything else than Buck’s tongue inside his hole.

“Fuck, you’re so good!”

“Thanks.” He stops just to say that, but then he goes back to his job. He licks the whole entrance, taking his time and having fun, kissing Eddie’s hole like it’s his mouth. After a while he teases him with one finger along with his tongue, rubbing it on the hole fast as he keeps on licking. The finger goes in, and then another, he puts them all inside and angles them up, reaching for Eddie’s prostate. Eddie’s moans get louder and louder, they fill the bedroom and even the adjacent rooms. But Buck doesn’t want to stop at all: he puts another finger inside him, and it’s starting to get a little tight, so that’s the opportunity to stretch him a little bit more, to make everything that is going to happen next easier.

Eddie’s cock just drips precum as Buck takes care of his hole so well. He touches Eddie’s prostate slowly so that he wouldn’t cum straight away, but he loves seeing his man moan and his body twitching, muttering intelligible words and sounds, but he can understand his name. It’s the only thing Eddie really tries to say correctly, but the voice breaking due to Buck’s fingers inside him make that quite difficult.

“Please… Buck…” Buck hears him begging and lifts his head up. He doesn’t know how many minutes have passed since he first put his tongue inside him, but since he’s begging either he wants to cum or he really wants to be fucked.

“Not yet. We have the entire night, remember?” And on top of that, both of them haven’t come in two weeks: he must be careful about how much pleasure he’s giving him. Buck has just started, and Eddie doesn’t know how much dominant and rough and kinky Buck can get. Satisfied with his work on Eddie’s hole, Buck steps away and finally, Eddie can put his legs down, but he doesn’t even have the opportunity to sit that Buck sits on his chest. His wet red tip touches gently Eddie’s chin, but Buck slides back with his body so that he can lean and kiss his man.

“You look so desperate…” Buck chuckles. It’s quite funny to him how much Eddie has changed since the shower.

“Just fuck me.”

“Eager firefighter. Calm down and kiss me.” Buck grabs Eddie’s jaw to open his mouth, spits in it, and then sticks his tongue inside it, grinding his ass on Eddie’s cock. Their tongue swirls. His tongue has just been in my ass, thinks Eddie. It’s so fucking hot. And he puts his hands on Buck’s back, helping him grind on his erection, and their cocks are rubbing one against the other, making them moan in the other’s mouth.

“Please…” Eddie tries again, just for the sake of it. Buck laughs and shakes his head, pinching Eddie’s bottom lip with his fingers and then putting them in his mouth.

“Suck.” Eddie’s look says just one thing: fuck you. But he sucks Buck's fingers. “You should know I’ve waited for this for two weeks and, babe, I had the time to plan. I have to take advantage of this time we have for ourselves.” Buck slowly stands up on the bed, so that Eddie can look at his man from under his legs, then he turns around and sits again on Eddie, but this time he rubs his balls on Eddie’s face.

“Take it in.” Buck forces his dick down Eddie’s throat until he can feel his nose touching his testicles, and then he does the same with the man’s erection, deepthroating it. Buck doesn’t care that Eddie has his mouth full, he starts to fuck his throat from that position as he sucks Eddie’s cock. It doesn’t last much, at least for what it concerns Eddie’s cock, because Buck is now seriously thrusting his cock in Eddie’s mouth, moaning deeply and loudly as he feels again that warm sensation. “I love your mouth so fucking much, Eddie.” He laughs, taking it out and sitting beside Eddie’s head, leaning over him in a perfect and steamy Spiderman kiss.

“And I love your cock. And your body. Every inch of it.”

“Every inch?” Buck looks at his feet, close to Eddie's body.

“You are not making me lick your feet, Buck.”

“I am the top now, remember?” He laughs and goes back between Eddie’s legs, but this time he just sits between his thighs, he is just playing, and he doesn’t actually want to have Eddie’s tongue on his foot. He is thinking of something else. His left sole goes on Eddie’s erection, rubbing it over it and pushing the foot down, and that is surprisingly good for Eddie. Even his moaning sounds very surprised, but he pushes his cock against Buck’s foot who now just keeps going, massaging his whole cock from the tip to the base, and even his balls.

“Now it’s all wet with my saliva, though.”

“I’m not doing it.” Eddie doesn’t even give him the time to think about it.

“Whatever, I didn’t want it.” And without a warning Buck shoves one finger inside Eddie again, just one, to prepare him. It’s time, he says in his mind, while looking at Eddie’s sweaty body.

“OH, FU—” Even if Buck didn’t want to, he doesn’t want Eddie’s neighbors to know he’s having the best sex of his life, and so he reaches for Eddie’s mouth with his foot to shut him up. It isn't the easiest movement to male, but Buck can now feel Eddie's lips on his toes.

“I thought you wanted this.” As Buck chuckles, Eddie pushes away Buck’s foot, but then he grinds his butt against his finger and moans louder, looking at his man. Buck takes away his fingers and gets on his knees, in front of Eddie’s hole, and rubs the tip over it. “Here.” He slowly penetrates him, and he doesn’t stop until he is all inside.

“Fuck, finally.” Eddie lets out a long moan, feeling every inch of Buck inside his butt. That feels so good, after what it could be more than an hour of teasing and foreplay. If Eddie were being honest, he would have even sucked both Buck’s feet if that meant that he could have finally had him inside; now that he is, he forgets about everything else.

“I want to hear the words…” He stays still, but still inside Eddie, who grunts.

“Fuck me.”

“And…?”

“Fuck me, Buck.” He loves hearing him moan his name.

“And…”

“Fuck me, Buck. Please.” Buck leans over Eddie and starts to thrust inside him, slowly at first but putting it more and more strength. Even though he’s going quite fast, he doesn’t give his all so that can last longer than usual. He knows that they’re both not that far from the climax, but he really wants to please Eddie with every move, every thrust, every time he goes back in, he wants to see the pleasure in his man’s eyes. And Eddie is already satisfying him, with his long manly moans and his muscles contracting, following the rhythm established by Buck’s pounding. Buck’s dick slides perfectly inside Eddie’s body. Buck alternates his velocity, from fast thrusts to slow and sensual ones, aiming at Eddie’s prostate. They are just one soul, even after all the things Buck did to Eddie’s hole, even after the semi foot job he gave him, when they have sex it’s the best thing they ever do: their connection is at its peak, they don’t even need to speak to communicate. Moans are enough.

Buck grunts heavily as he pulls out and changes positions, putting Eddie on his side and then laying behind him, lifting Eddie’s left leg and shove his cock back inside him. They never stop moaning even in between the change of position, and in that way he can kiss, bite, and lick Eddie’s neck and shoulders while he fucks him. Buck licks the sweat off Eddie’s body, then he bites him on the neck and even the ear lobe: Buck is hungry for him, he wants to taste him all, bite and lick every inch of his body, leaving marks, because he would really like to make everyone know that he’s his. While Eddie, who didn’t want any hickeys or bites, at that moment wants Buck to leave as many marks as he wants.

“You’re taking it so well.” Buck whispers to Eddie’s ear, grabbing his thigh with his hand and lifting it even higher. They both feel the pleasure rise quickly, Eddie knows that he’s close, and closer than Buck for sure.

“Buck…” He moans, warning him. Buck lets go of Eddie’s leg and puts the hand around his neck.

“Don’t come. Hold it.” He moans with a very commanding voice, and Eddie must obey. He nods, Buck smiles, deciding that he likes feeling his neck under his fingers he keeps the hand on it, choking him only slightly, as he breaths on the back of his head.

The thrusts are violent and rough, they moan together as one as the hold on Eddie’s neck becomes stronger. Buck moves his hand on Eddie’s hard nipples, twisting them and torturing his body while his cock now doesn’t have any more friction. Eddie is a moaning sweaty mess, his body keeps twitching every time Buck hits the prostate, and his toes curl up. So close. Buck takes his cock out again, taking Eddie and putting him on all fours, on the bed, with his pretty hole in front of him and thrusting in him again. From that position, he can pull his hair and lift his head, scratch his back a little, and while pulling his hair he goes back to fuck him until he hears his balls hitting Eddie’s ass. Eddie is finally used to it, there is no more resistance or anything like that, both of them are enjoying the most pleasure they had in a while and Buck can’t wait to see him cum all over himself. Eddie contracts his muscles as he’s at his limit, and when Buck feels them surrounding his hard member he immediately pulls out to get Eddie on his back and lift his legs. Eddie puts his ankles on Buck’s shoulders, opening his hole with the hands and helping his man coming back inside.

“Please…” Buck nods and he starts fucking him again with even more strength than before.

“Come.” He moans, grabbing his feet and thrusting inside him without any hesitation, without stopping; he wants to see his man cum and moan and cry for the pleasure he’s giving him. It doesn’t take that long.

“B-Buck…” Eddie moans, arching his back as he feels like his body is on fire. The pleasure is way too much to hold it in and he finally shoots his warm load on his whole chest: he has never cum so hard. The powerful orgasm ends with Eddie panting under Buck who is still fucking him, he hasn’t stopped a second even while the man was cumming, and he enjoyed every contraction of Eddie’s muscles around his erection.

“Fuck, Eddie, you look so hot.” Buck is close too, and when he realizes he’s about to cum he starts pulling out, but Eddie shakes his head.

“Inside.” He whispers, tiredly, and Buck nods. With a huge grunt and a loud moan, he sticks his dick all inside Eddie, releasing his load in his hole.

“Fuck, fuck!” Buck keeps filling him up. “Fuck, it’s so much!” They moan together, Eddie is now covered with sweat and cum, and he has it even inside his hole. Buck stays inside Eddie even after his orgasm has ended, enjoying the warm sensation of Eddie’s inside along his own semen that surrounds his erection, and then he softly kisses Eddie’s foot while they both calm down.

“Don’t come out yet. I want to feel you.” Buck can’t disagree, and he lets go of Eddie’s feet so he can bend over him and, while staying inside him, kiss him softly and slowly. Still hungry for more, however, Buck starts licking away Eddie’s load off his chest, swallowing every drop he can catch with his expert tongue, and then he goes back to Eddie's lips. That kiss tastes like saliva, sweat, and cum, and it’s the hottest thing Eddie has ever tasted. Even if they are done with it, Buck keeps grinding on Eddie, pushing his cock inside him as it loses its erection and becomes flaccid.

“It’s gonna take a lot of work to clean you. We made a mess.”

“We made love; this is not a mess. It’s everything I wanted.” Eddie grabs Buck by the back of his head and pulls him down to him kissing him again. Their bodies touch, Buck’s chest gets dirty with Eddie’s semen as they keep rubbing them one over the other. “You came so hard, I feel completely full.”

“Yeah.” Buck nods, licking Eddie’s lips. “I should make you eat it. It’s coming out either way.” Eddie’s eyes widen and suddenly he gets quiet. Buck smiles, reaching Eddie’s hole with one hand and collects some of his own cum with his fingers. After he is satisfied with the amount he got, he drops it right in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie swallows it all without making any sound, only a happy sigh after his mouth it’s empty.

“I was right, next time I’m filling up your mouth.” Buck kisses him again and lays beside Eddie. They both need to take a shower, but they want to take those quiet minutes for themselves. Just cuddling – even if they are dirty – and soft kisses. Buck puts one leg over Eddie’s lap and rubs their feet together.

“You kissed my foot.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you like it?” Buck doesn’t know how to answer that. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Just a bit. I got carried away during sex, I think.” Two fingers softly caress Eddie’s jaw.

“I mean I did like the foot massage on my dick…”

“Don’t get me horny again, Eddie.” Buck laughs, shoving his face on Eddie’s shoulders.

“Look who’s shy now, after putting his foot on my mouth, licking my hole, and…” Buck laughs and puts a hand on Eddie’s mouth to silence him.

“Shut up.” He kisses him again, sitting on Eddie’s lap one more time. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.” They kiss again and then go to take a shower together so they can go to bed. Naked, obviously. Buck wants to be able to see Eddie’s body all the time and vice versa, there’s no need for clothes when they are together. They keep teasing each other even when they are walking to the bathroom, as Eddie feels Buck’s load dripping down his leg.

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The next morning, Buck and Eddie arrive at the fire station at the same time: they didn’t even think about the consequences of that simple action, especially since Buck has the same clothes he wore yesterday. The entire squad looks at them, and they are all smiling.

“What happened?” Buck asks, with the LAFD bag on his shoulder. Then he realizes. Fuck.

“You could at least change your clothes, Buck.” Hen laughs. She’s keeping the money.

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sugarandspace · 4 years ago

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Tomorrow Will Be a New Day

Summary: “The guilt that you carry,” Buck says. “It doesn’t help. I speak from experience when I say that it only isolates you. Sometimes it’s difficult to accept that there are things you can’t control. Accidents happen. All you can do is do your best, and when it’s a person you love, you never have to second guess if you did enough. There is no point for what-ifs, because I know that you love your sister and I know that you did all you could.”

Alternative take on 4x01 and 4x02 where Athena helps Sylvia Mays, the agoraphobic woman who struggles to leave her house when she's supposed to evacuate. In this version it’s Buck there with her instead of Athena.

Warnings: depression, mentions of passive death wish, agoraphobia, injuries, off-screen car accident (but the fic has a hopeful ending)

A/N:This fic is for my good friend @spark-draws! Our chaotic watch parties are one of the highlights of my week so I wanted to write you a fic that is inspired by one of the first episodes we watched “together” and the conversation that followed. Happy birthday Spark, I hope you have a day as amazing as you are! 💙

Another important note: We both loved the scene in the show, Athena is wonderful and we wouldn’t have wanted it to go any different in canon. This is simply just an AU I wrote for fun, because Buck giving that motivational speech felt fitting as well and I wanted to explore that! This fic does borrow some lines from the show, but it doesn’t follow the exact dialogue or actions.

AO3

“Okay listen up,” Bobby starts as their truck comes to a stop in one of the neighborhoods in the Hollywood area. “LAPD is understaffed and needs our help evacuating the residents in the area. Knock on the doors and make sure that all residents still in their homes leave immediately. We’ll keep in contact through the radio to keep track of how we’re doing. Remember to be as quick as possible, there is a high risk of a landslide in this area and we have no way to know when it might hit.”

Both Buck and Eddie confirm that they understand the orders and get out of the truck. Hen and Chim took the ambulance and are helping people in the area that was affected by the dam breaking so it’s just the three of them right now.

“I’ll go that way,” Eddie says and points in one direction. Buck nods and looks the other way.

“I’ll go there,” Buck says and then adds. “Be safe. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Instead of a proper reply, all Buck gets is a laugh as Eddie starts walking away from him. It brings a smile to Buck’s lips as he starts walking towards the first house on his street.

It’s monotonous work. Most of the houses are already empty, no one coming to the door when Buck rings the doorbell. In the rest of the houses people are just about to leave. When Buck reaches the last house on the street and rings the doorbell only to have no one open the door, he assumes the residents have already left. That is until he sees a curtain move in one of the windows as he’s turning away.

Buck turns back to the door then and rings the doorbell again, adding in a shout of “LAFD. You need to evacuate the house immediately!”

The door opens, and the same woman who Buck saw on the window stands before Buck. The door is only open a fraction, preventing Buck from seeing inside.

“Thank you,” the woman says. “I was just about to leave.”

She goes to push the door closed but Buck stops her.

“I don’t see a car in the driveway,” Buck says. “Do you have a way of getting out of here?”

“Oh,” the lady seems surprised but recovers fast. “I’m getting a ride from my neighbor.”

That sets off more alarm bells in Buck’s head.

“Ma’am,” he starts. “All your neighbors have already left.”

The woman in front of him clearly struggles with coming up with a response to that, so Buck speaks again.

“Can I come inside?” He asks, because a million different scenarios are going through his head, one of them being that maybe there’s another person in the house, holding the woman hostage and not letting her leave. “Just while you get your things. We can leave together.”

It’s obvious that the woman doesn’t particularly want to let Buck inside, but she steps aside nevertheless and smiles politely, “Of course.”

Buck goes inside and to his slight surprise, everything looks very normal.

“I’m Evan Buckley,” he says, deciding that it’s probably fair to introduce himself now that he’s invited himself to her home. “But everyone calls me Buck.”

“I’m Sylvia Mays,” the woman replies.

“Do you work from home Sylvia?” Buck asks as he notices a desk in the room. The computer is open and there are some papers on the desk.

“Doesn’t everyone these days?” She asks, going for lighthearted but she still seems nervous. “I’m a consultant in the medical field.”

Buck nods.

“I think it would be best for you to take what you need so we could start going,” Buck says. “We really don’t know how long it’s going to be safe in here.”

“You can go ahead,” she says and smiles politely. “I’m going to leave when I’m ready.”

She seems nervous and hesitant and Buck really doesn’t believe her words, and he says as much.

“I’m sorry,” he starts. “But I really don’t think you will.”

It’s like the woman’s mask cracks as she lets out a long breath and speaks.

“I can’t leave. If I do I have a panic attack and I can go to cardiac arrest,” she speaks in a rush.

“Because of what’s happening outside or have you been feeling like that for a longer time?” Buck asks, trying to understand.

“Seven years,” she says.

“You weren't going to leave,” Buck says, more of a statement than a question.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” she says, and she’s right. Buck doesn’t know what it’s like to stay inside your home for that long, but he does know that sometimes it’s hard to leave the house. How sometimes the outside world can feel like a lot. And he tells her that.

“I was injured a little over a year ago,” he starts. “I didn’t want to leave my apartment. I wanted everyone to leave me alone. And at first they did. I needed physical therapy and it took me about six months to be able to walk without pain or crutches. I didn’t want to leave my apartment because it reminded me of everything I couldn’t do - I didn’t see a point in leaving. But I have a friend who didn’t let me stay like that for too long. I’m really grateful for him and how he pushed me to leave my apartment.”

“I don’t have anyone,” she says with a surety that startles Buck. “And not everything heals in six months.”

“It was difficult,” Buck admits. “The hardest part was to take the first step. I kept telling myself that tomorrow I’ll do it. Tomorrow I’ll ask if one of my friends would like to meet somewhere for coffee. Then the tomorrow would come and I would find a reason not to do it. It got to the point where I knew I was lying to myself, but I still kept counting on that tomorrow to be a better day. I needed a push from a friend to actually take that step.”

“I’m lying too,” she admits. “Shoes, makeup, outfit. It's a game I play with myself. That I go outside but I never do.”

“Maybe today you could,” Buck says kindly. “Take that first step. Don’t think about anything that will follow that. Just come outside with me. The landslide might be here any minute and the area where your house is is very dangerous. ”

“Maybe I should stay,” Sylvia says.

Buck is about to reply, with what he’s not sure, but they are interrupted by Buck’s radio.

“Diaz, Buckley, what’s your status?”

Buck hears Eddie respond, “Checked all the houses. Heading back to the truck right now.”

“Come with me,” Buck says and nods towards the still open front door. “You don’t need to go alone.”

She nods hesitantly and Buck radios to Bobby.

“About to leave the last house. I have a civilian with me who doesn’t have transport so I’m bringing her with me.”

“Copy that,” Bobby replies. “The truck will be ready to leave when you arrive.”

“We better get going,” Buck says and steps outside, expecting Sylvia to follow. She takes a few steps towards the door but stops right in front of it, hesitating.

“Come on,” Buck says kindly and reaches his hand towards her. “You can do it.”

“I don’t think I can,” she says and takes a step backward, getting ready to slam the door to Buck's face but he’s quicker and is able to put his foot into the house, stopping her from closing the door.

Unfortunately, that’s the moment the ground shakes under them and they both fall into the house.

-.-.-

It takes a moment for Buck to get his bearings when he wakes up. The moment he does he starts searching for Sylvia. The house is a mess, the furniture all over the place now that the house has tipped. After a moment of searching he finds Sylvia, and she looks okay.

“Are you alright?” Buck asks to be sure.

“No,” she replies, but there’s humor in her voice and Buck takes that as a sign that she’s not really injured.

“Me neither,” Buck replies honestly. “We need to find our way out of here.”

Immediately he starts looking for possible ways out. He knows that the ground might shift more any minute and that they have no idea how stable the house is.

“This is why I don’t leave the house. Bad things happen,” Sylvia says, and Buck can’t tell if she’s joking or not.

“Pretty sure this happened in the house,” Buck replies and smiles at her, to which he gets a smile in reply. Then he tries to use his radio. “This is Buckley. We were still in the house when the landslide came. We’re okay but finding it difficult to get out of here. The building seems very unstable.”

He waits for a moment but no reply comes through. Buck hopes that it is because the radio isn’t working, not because Bobby and Eddie are unable to answer.

“Okay,” Buck says, trying his best to focus on the problem at hand. The faster they get out of there the faster he’ll find out about the rest of his team. He can hear a helicopter in the distance, probably circling the area to find survivors. “We need to climb to the window to alert the choppers.”

They look at the window on the far wall. The climb there won’t be easy since the house has tipped and there’s a lot of broken furniture on their way, along with pieces of the house’s structure. It looks dangerous and Buck can’t wait to be out of there.

Sylvia nods and they start climbing towards the window.

They make good progress at first. Buck waits for her and helps her at parts that are more challenging, and he’s starting to feel hopeful about getting out of there before it’s completely dark outside. He can tell that the sun will be setting soon and after that the chances that the rescue helicopter will find them get significantly lower.

It’s like the universe caught his moment of optimistic thinking because that’s when the building starts to shake and they both lose their footing.

-.-.-

Buck must have passed out for a moment because he wakes up from the floor. He gets up and looks around in the golden light of the setting sun, but can’t see Sylvia.

“Sylvia!” He yells. “Sylvia, can you hear me?”

He gets no reply but when he looks around more, he spots her further down with her eyes closed. She’s pinned under a large piece of concrete.

“Hold on, I’m coming down there!”

Buck slides down to where she is, and his yelling must have woken her up because she starts opening her eyes.

“Hey,” Buck says as she groans in pain. “Where does it hurt? Can you move?”

“Barely,” she replies. “This thing is crushing me. It’s really heavy. My chest hurts. Do you think something is broken?”

“It’s hard to tell without seeing, but there is a chance you have some broken or at least bruised ribs,” Buck says. He’s no paramedic but it doesn’t take one to figure out that the heavy piece of concrete on top of her might have cracked some ribs. “How’s your breathing?”

“I’m getting oxygen if that’s what you’re asking,” she replies, her voice weak and a little breathless.

“Good,” Buck says. “That’s good. Focus on that. Let’s get this off you.”

Buck grabs the piece of concrete and tries to lift it with all his strength it but it barely moves. Buck sees Sylvia grimace in pain at the smallest shift of the concrete.

“We are going to get you out of here,” Buck tells her. He looks around trying to find anything that could help them. ”I need something to use as leverage.”

“It’s too heavy and you’re wasting your time,” Sylvia argues. “The longer we stay there’s a chance neither of us is getting out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you here,” Buck responds immediately. “We are both getting out of here.”

“I deserve this,” Sylvia says, and she sounds sure of her words. Buck is about to argue but then she continues.

“I deserve it because I never should have survived in the first place. It was a car accident, I was driving. My sister was in the passenger seat. Another car came out of nowhere and I survived and my sister didn’t,” she takes a breath and Buck’s heart breaks a little at hearing all that pain in her voice, pain that has nothing to do with being pinned. “Afterwards everyone said that I should get back out there and move on with my life but without my sister in the world, I wanted to be in it less. Eventually, I just stopped going outside at all.”

“You gave up on yourself,” Buck says, understanding where she’s coming from. “On life.”

“Wouldn’t you?” She asks before she answers her own question. “Of course you wouldn’t. You're not a weak person.”

“I’m not as strong as you think I am,” Buck admits. He can see how lowly she thinks of herself and how she seems to think that Buck has it all together. He’s not comfortable with going into details with this stranger but he’s ready to share something if it means that she’ll see that it’s worth it to fight. He might not know how badly she’s hurting, but he has a sister as well, and he tells her as much.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I can’t even imagine how you must feel. I have a sister as well, her name is Maddie. She’s my big sister and I wouldn’t be the person I am without her. She practically raised me. She’s always there for me when I need her, even when she doesn't really understand or when I don’t think I’m really deserving of her sympathy. I pushed everyone away when I was injured. They gave me time and while a part of me appreciated being left alone, a part of me wanted to scream at them to see through it. I pushed them away because I wanted to think that I was strong, but in reality, being alone just made me weak.”

“I used to have this really good friend,'' she says. “We used to go for a walk in the park in the neighborhood every Sunday. She was there for me when the accident happened, but as time went on I kept pushing and pushing and eventually she just never came over again. The messages ended. I was so blinded by my guilt that I lost her too.”

“The guilt that you carry,” Buck says. “It doesn’t help. I speak from experience when I say that it only isolates you. Sometimes it’s difficult to accept that there are things you can’t control. Accidents happen. All you can do is do your best, and when it’s a person you love, you never have to second guess if you did enough. There is no point for what-ifs because I know that you love your sister and I know that you did all you could.”

“I couldn’t save her,” she says.

“But you can still save yourself,” Buck says as he spots a metal beam that he’s able to lift and place under the piece of concrete. “There is help out there. People to talk to. People who can help you process through the grief and the guilt, be that person a professional or a friend.”

“It hurts,” she says, and Buck knows she’s not talking about physical pain.

“But you can do it,” he says. Then, before she has time to argue, “When I lift, you push.”

She nods and when they are both ready, Buck starts to count.

“One, two, three... Push!”

It’s hard work and it takes them a moment but eventually, they are able to lift the concrete enough and she’s able to slide from under it.

“Thank you for not leaving me,” she says sincerely as they are both catching their breath.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Buck says with a smile. “We still gotta climb out of here.”

“Well,” Sylvia says, looking up at the window, “We better get moving then.”

-.-.-

The climb down from the window to the ground is thankfully relatively easy. The downside is that it has gotten dark, and as Buck tests his radio, he finds it still quiet. It makes their situation difficult, but it also calms his mind a little, because he knows that the problem is in his radio. He should be able to hear someone on at least one of the channels, even if Bobby and Eddie were unable to reply.

Which they aren't, Buck keeps telling himself.

Buck is wearing his helmet and he switches on the light on the side of it. He knows it will do very little in notifying the helicopter above them of their location, the light of it too weak to be spotted from the darkness. He knows screaming will be useless since the sound of the helicopter will drown it completely.

“Any ideas of how to get their attention?” Buck asks Sylvia, hoping that she has come up with something that he hasn’t.

She looks around and seems to spot something a little away from them. Buck follows her as she stops by a car.

“I have an idea,” she says and bumps the car with her hip. Immediately the alarm in the car starts beeping, the car’s lights flickering brightly.

“How did you know to do that?” Buck asks, impressed but also a little confused.

“The owner of the car lives a few houses away from me,” she explains. “I hear the car alarm near daily. I know how easy it is to trigger.”

They look up at the sky as they hear the chopper turn in their direction. Buck lifts his hand to shield his eyes from the light and he can spot Bobby in it. It makes him breathe a little easier.

“We did it, Sylvia,” he says and smiles at her. “Good work.”

She smiles back at him and they start walking towards where the helicopter landed.

“Eddie?” Buck asks immediately as they climb into the helicopter.

“Is safe,” Bobby replies. “The part of the neighborhood where you were was the only one affected by that landslide. We were able to drive away and start the rescue operation to find you two.”

“Figures,” Buck says and rolls his eyes at his bad luck. Then he explains to Bobby. “My radio is broken, I wasn’t able to contact you.”

Bobby gives him a nod.

He looks to his side where Sylvia is sitting next to him, looking nervous. Buck doesn’t know if it is because of what happened, because it’s her first time in a helicopter, or because it’s the first time in seven years that she’s out of her house. It’s quite possible that it’s a little bit of everything.

“Hey,” Buck says, making sure she’s looking at him when he speaks next. “You’re going to be fine.”

She smiles then, a small one but a smile nevertheless. Buck watches her close her eyes as the wind blows her hair around, and he thinks she’ll be okay. He knows it’s going to be a long road that’s not always going to be easy, but from experience, he can tell that sometimes taking the first step is the hardest part and that even though it takes strength, all that’s left to do after that is to keep going.

“I bet the first time you left the house wasn’t as dramatic,” she says. Buck likes this version of her, can see that she has a good sense of humor. He grins wide when he replies.

“Actually,” he says. “I went to the pier and it got hit by a tsunami.”

Her eyes widen in shock but then she laughs, a bright and loud sound in the helicopter.

“You’re kidding,” she says, shaking her head.

“I’m not,” Buck says between his own laughter.

“Sadly I can confirm that he’s telling the truth,” Bobby says. He’s not laughing but there’s a smile on his face.

The rest of the flight is quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence and Buck doesn’t try to fill it with conversation. It’s been an eventful day and it’s going to take Sylvia a while to process, but Buck hopes that after today all that potential of the hopeful tomorrow will be a little easier for her to reach.

#9-1-1 #911onfox #evan buckley #sylvia mays #911 fic #my writing #she was a wonderful character and i had so much fun writing this!!!

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