#bobby fic

[jackwhiteprophetic]

Board games that have been banned at the 118 and why:

MONOPOLY: Ravi kept talking about real estate, Chim made an awkward lawsuit joke when Eddie got sent to jail and Buck kept demanding he be allowed to pay the bail.

SETTLERS OF CATAN: Buck and Eddie just simply end up sharing all their resources because they can't say no to each other. Buck said "thanks I'm so bricked up now" after Eddie traded him bricks once and Bobby threw the board off of the loft balcony.

CLUEDO: Chim has NO poker face (poker is ironically also banned after an LAFD wide notice was sent around following the poker date) and Bobby kept trying to call Athena for tips.

UNO: No one could agree on the rules and Hen ended up trying to use the official Uno twitter posts as proof and Bobby stormed off. On a second attempt, Chim started a +2 chain that went around the group twice and ended up with him having to pick up +16 cards, and as revenge he said the Q-word. Bobby burned the pack at the next group barbecue.

PICTIONARY- Eddie and Hen are too good at it because they've had to spend recent years deciphering their kids' drawings.

They also tried to do heads up but Buck didn't know any of the films and Eddie refused to use a phone for a "board game".

PLEASE ADD MORE IDEAS THIS IS SO FUN

Also thank you to @wayfarers0 @eddiesfagstache @blue-desert13 AND THE OTHER AMAZING EDDIEBUDDIEBLR PEOPLE I LOVE YOU ALL

[yakichoufd]

doodles inspired by that bobby/scott fic

[alchemistc]

She's not ...entirely sure this is a good idea.

Even as she raises her hand to knock she's second guessing herself.

The thing is - the thing is there aren't a lot of people in her life who don't take one look at her and make assumptions. She's petite, she's blonde, her face is eerily symmetrical.

When people see her, they think they know her.

Cap is great. The sort of man she wishes she'd known more of, growing up. The kind of man who stood in front of the entire crew and doled out cleaning duties and cooking duties to his men and didn't blink an eye handing her inventory, but pulled aside a guy six years into the job to inform him that if he made a snide comment about having to do Mona's job again he'd be looking for a new station. Respectfully.

The kind of man who let his crew cut loose and created a kind of family behind those bay doors, but didn't take their shit when they got out of hand

The kind of man who looked at her and just saw another firefighter.

Cap is great.

It's just...

Well, the guys don't go to Cap for advice, and she knows once upon a time that kind of hurt his feelings, but this feels like one of those things his husband is better equipped to handle.

("It's because he's older, right?" Cap had asked once, failing miserably at holding in a pout while the team around him demolished the roast he'd obviously spent hours prepping the night before.

Fred had still had half a loaf of bread in his mouth when he explained that talking to their boss about their sex lives just felt like an HR nightmare.

"So you go to my boyfriend instead?")

Mona's still considering turning heel and leaving the way she came when she hears whistling around the side of the house, and before she can make a break for it, Cap's husband is rounding the corner of the porch, winding his hands in a grease rag, and he's catching sight of her, raising a brow, slowing his steps.

He must see the panicked look in her eye.

"I can turn back around and pretend you were never here," he murmurs, the slightest hint of a smile on his face, and Mona feels every ounce of flight just seep from her bones.

Yeah. Okay. She gets why the guys all think he's the one to go to when they've royally fucked something up.

There's an ease to him, a gentleness that she knows for a fact was hard fought.

"No, I..."

The brow ticks up a little more.

"I just found a new sour Evan won't touch with a ten foot pole, if you're gonna be here a minute," Tommy says, and any resistance left vanishes. Mona's been to enough of Cap's barbecues to know his husband always has the best beer in the county.

"Yeah, okay."

Tommy crosses the length of the porch and glances glumly at his greasy hands. "You mind grabbing the door? Evan throws a fit every time I leave fingerprints behind."

She's interrupting his day, she realizes. He's a weird sort of semi-retired - flies for the county sometimes during wildfire season, flips classic cars from their huge ass garage around the side of the house, spends a month teaching courses to new pilots every year out of state and it's always the crankiest they ever get to see Cap. People charter his chopper, sometimes, although lately it seems like he only keeps the thing around so he can take Cap up to watch spectacular sunsets because they're the most sickeningly perfect couple she's ever met.

Mona grabs the door. Shuffles in ahead of him when he shows no signs of moving, and makes her way down the hall to the kitchen because she's been here enough times by now not to feel as weird about how welcoming they both were right away.

He uses his rag to pull open the sink cabinet and grab the heavy duty soap from underneath to wash his hands.

The scent rolls over her in waves, throwing her back about fifteen years to her parents tiny little apartment over the shop, her father's rough and callused hands soaking under shitty water pressure, the grease under his fingernails he could never quite scrape clean.

Tommy tips a chin at the fridge. "Grab me one, too? Bottle openers on the side."

There's an ease to the way he says it, like this is a normal occurrence, like Mona's ever stepped foot across the threshold for anything that wasn't a station-wide get together. She supposes for him it probably is. At least a few of the guys act like he's their dad, wandering into the house without even bothering to knock, gathering around him when he shows up at the station like lost little puppies.

He's used to it.

He hums his thank you when she sets one of the bottles on the island beside him, and Mona glances around to distract herself while he's drying his hands.

A couple dozen pictures of Cap and Tommy, in various stages of their lives.

The fridge is plastered with pictures. A couple she recognizes as Cap's sister and brother-in-law, two adorable kids at their knees. A guy standing next to a kid wearing a cap and gown and leaning on two crutches. An older man she's lovingly heard Cap refer to as basically his dad - the reason they eat better at work than anyone has the right to. A couple she'd seen at the wedding, standing with a kid she remembers Cap staring at like he was seeing a ghost. There's so many people that she doesn't know, but - there's the station pictures too. Candids of the boys when they were living in the Captain's house, back when Cap first got here, when she'd still been a year and a half from graduating high school and didn't have a fucking clue what she wanted to do with her life. The Christmas that Fred had cursed them with the q-word and Tommy had spent the day in the station kitchen putting together a meal they'd all stuck around to eat after shift despite the exhaustion seeping into their bones, all of A shift crammed together around a tiny wobbly table to squeeze into the picture.

She gets stuck on the picture of the two of them in hard hats, building what she's pretty sure is the wrap around porch she's snuck a few cigarettes on when the house gets a little overwhelming. There's something about the way they're looking at each other that makes her want to cry, a little.

Fuck.

Damnit.

Tommy leans over to tap the picture with a grin. "We had a blowout fight the night before our buddy took this picture," he says, the deep grooves of his smile stretched wide across his face. "I'd left my job and sold my house six months earlier to chase him across the country and he was convinced if he didn't find a way to turn every half-thought-out desire of mine into a reality that I was gonna vanish in the night. He bought the lumber without telling me and I came home to him and his best friend ripping out the stairs to the front door."

Mona's instantly drawn in.

He makes them sound like a train wreck.

If she's got the math right, that was her senior year. She remembers seeing them around town and thinking they were annoyingly sweet. She remembers her mom baking Tommy a casserole for the excuse of getting all the gossip about the Captain's mysterious paramour so she had the upper hand at her book club that weekend.

Tommy taps another. The two of them under a pergola, the expressions on their faces so disgustingly smitten Mona remembers wanting to blow a raspberry in the middle of the ceremony. She'd been so convinced she'd never let herself be so fucking dependent on another person for her happiness.

"He kept it a secret that he'd invited my father to the wedding until the night before. I spent most of my night with a punching bag instead of Evan." He points out another photo from the wedding. "The photographer tried to murder me when she saw my knuckles. Evan could barely fit the ring over my finger."

"Who snitched?" Mona asks, narrowing her eyes, and Tommy grins, huffs a laugh. He gestures vaguely at her face.

"You've got the look," he tells her, which doesn't really explain a whole lot. "And none of Evan's crew ever makes their first visit anything but love life issues."

"It could be something else," Mona argues, gesturing with her beer, and one of his brows ticks up. "It's not, but it could be."

"You want something to eat? Evan's been experimenting with cakes again, and the red velvet white chocolate escaped the discards."

"Is my so called look that bad?"

He grins. "Mostly I'm looking for an excuse for cake before noon."

Christ, he's good at this. It's actually a little eerie, how quickly he's set her at ease. It's been over a year and the guys still call her prickly when they think she can't hear them, but she never calls them out on it because they're not wrong. It takes her forever to warm up to people.

"Is that how this usually works? You butter us up with Cap's food and get us to spill our guts?"

He's already digging plates from a cabinet next to the stove. She can't see his expression, but she can picture the grin on his face. "Usually they raid my fridge and put their feet up on my coffee table before I've fully registered that they're here. It's sort of a novelty to get to act like a host in my own home."

That checks out, if she's being honest. They're all a bunch of rabid animals who've been emboldened by Cap's open door policy and his infectious smile and his incredibly hot and talented husband. She's never quite sure if the guys want to be him or screw him - not that Tommy's ever looked twice at anyone who wasn't Cap.

"I think I'm broken," Mona admits, the words coming out in a rush, her eyes on the dutch oven tucked under one of the wide kitchen windows.

Tommy slides a slice of fucking delicious looking cake her way and takes a swig of his beer. Waits.

Mona reaches for the fork and spills her guts.

---

"Oh, hey Mo," Cap says, stumbling his way over the threshold, eyes lighting on his husband and his expression going gooey.

Tommy broke into the rack of Banquet's an hour ago and Mona's pretty sure she's one with the couch. It's a good couch. When she'd told Tommy so twenty minutes ago there'd been a gleam in his eye she didn't understand.

She's still a little too buzzed to worry about the fact that she's oozing into the cushions and emotionally wrecked. She hasn't cried in front of another human being in at least six years. Tommy's probably a wizard, or something.

"Everything good?" Cap asks, and she knows that they've got a sort of agreement - unless Tommy thinks something is gonna affect the work, whatever Tommy talks about with them doesn't reach Cap's ears.

"Men," Mona huffs, and Cap pauses, shoots another look into the living room.

"Yeah. Men."

"No Cap. Men," she repeats, and he nods, a corner of his mouth quirking up.

"Oh. Men," he enunciates, and Mona feels the scowl on her face grow wider when the two of them share a sappy look. It's super fucking inconvenient to be surrounded by the proof of true fucking love when she's trying to convince herself she's already too jaded to find it. "If you wanna stay for dinner I can tell you the story of the time Tommy tried to leave me because he thought he could make my decisions for me."

Even Tommy's scowl is sappy as hell. It's gross. Shes having a hard time convincing herself it's not the best thing she's ever seen.

She tips her neck against the back of the couch to glance up at him. "Who snitched?"

Cap's laugh filters through the room, and right across from her, where the whole world and Mona can see, Tommy's expression goes warm and vulnerable, like the sound has soothed a few decades of wounds. "Word of advice? Never leave Harry with a secret and a crowded room."

[gaytommykinard]

buck goes to talk to bobby and bobby's like “okay, what's up?” because he's kind of been expecting buck would come to ask him for advice sooner or later (and truth be told he would be a little bit sad if buck stopped coming to him, because at this point he's accepted that buck sees him as a father figure and he loves fulfilling that role for buck it works for them both 🥺) and buck starts the conversation by asking bobby about how he proposed to athena

so bobby assumes buck is thinking of popping the question and maybe he's feeling nervous about taking the step, because hey, he was 50, already married once before, and had no doubt in his mind about wanting to spend the rest of his life with athena by his side, but buck? this is a huge step for buck, and anyone would be nervous about it, hell, he was nervous when he asked athena, too. so he tries to reassure him and tell him all of this and tell him to not overthink it and just follow his heart, buck's come a long way, he's ready, bobby has no doubt.

and then buck stops him and says, “i'm not worried about any of that. i want to marry tommy. and i know he wants to marry me.” and bobby is like, okay??? then what's the problem????

and buck looks super uncomfortable for a moment before he says, in a very quiet voice, “how do i know which one of us is supposed to propose?” and bobby is still ????

then buck says, “bobby... we're both 'the man' in our relationship...”

bobby:

(yes, buck is still overthinking. but now it's about gender roles in same-sex relationships. he's been reading gay proposal stories on reddit and he cried more times than he cares to admit but he's still completely lost. bobby stop laughing. this is serious, bobby.)

(plot twist: the next week, tommy stops by the firehouse and asks bobby if he has a minute to talk about something privately, and bobby takes one look at him, “just do it before he beats you to it, kinard.”)

[evansbuck-ley]

the first halloween that buck and tommy’s son is old enough to go trick or treating he is insistent in keeping his costume secret - well secret from one parent bc someone needs to pay. and unfortunately for buck he is the parent that is kept out of the loop. and even more unfortunate for buck is that this is the year that he had to work Halloween, so tommy promises to bring henry to the firehouse before he takes him trick or treating.

halloween rolls around and buck is basically vibrating out of his skin bc he just got a text from tommy to tell him their are on the way and he is beyond excited to see his boys. and suddenly there comes the world smallest firefighter sprinting towards buck with tommy not too far behind trying his best to keep up. buck takes in the sight in front of him. bc henry could have dress up as Dracula or Spider-Man but no hes dressed as buck. from the plastic helmet that sat wonky on his head and had “118” scribbled on the front . to buckley-kinard that was neatly printed on the back on his jacket. all the way down to his little yellow rain boots poking out the bottom of his turnouts.

and from behind buck he could hear hen and eddie cooing at the sight of the boy and he could see chimney come to stand next to tommy to take a million pictures that he knows is being sent to maddie - because yes buck we need pictures of everything he does, we need to fill his baby box!

then henry is jumping up and down in front of him so excited and he’s rambling. look daddy I’m you. do you like it? papa said that you would love it. i’m going to be a firefighter when I grow up daddy. can we go see grampy bobby after papa? I want to show him. and god, he is buck’s double and buck just can’t hold it together anymore. he lets a tear slip down his cheek and he scoops the boy in his arms and holds him tight to his chest. and in his head he is thanking whatever god out there that gave him this.

this family. this love. his whole world.

[dawntainbobbynash]

#never moving on from how they're holding hands here

[buckevantommy]

Buck being even more pouty about his shift because he's learned Tommy is sick which means their date is off but moreover he can't duck out early to take care of him bc Gerrard is an asshole. he vents all this to Bobby on a check-in phonecall mid-shift.. cut to sick!Tommy opening his front door surprised to find Bobby standing there with containers of homemade soup and a bag from the drugstore. and he's like, "Evan didn't need to send you over, i'm fine." and Bobby is like, "He didn't send me. He doesn't even know I'm here. He told me you were sick and he was annoyed he couldn't be with you, so I figured I'd check in." and Tommy is confused like, "Why?" and Bobby just smiles at him and says something like, "The 118 takes care of each other, and it extends past those bay doors. We're here for you when you need us." and Tommy is just. he tears up a little. sniffles. clears his throat and blames the flu that's wreaking havoc on his body. "Thankyou, Bobby." and Bobby just puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles and Tommy remembers Bobby's captaincy but it's the way Evan talks about him like a father figure and Tommy gets it. he gets it. and he's so damn touched and counts his lucky stars and maybe for the first time realises Buck's team, his family, already see Tommy as one of their own, that even though they worked together years ago he still felt a little on the outside of things, but everyone has welcomed him with open arms and he's gained the kind of family he's always wanted and is so damn grateful.

[xofemeraldstars]

AAAAAAAAAAH

[try-set-me-on-fire]

let the good times roll on

through these first few desperate hours

[sams-princess-hair]

I LOVE the idea of young Sam and Dean wandering around Singer Auto like junkyard dogs. Running around shirtless and barefoot with worn through jeans, napping in old rusted over cars and splaying out over each other because it's hot, but they can't be separate, obviously. Drinking grape soda and pushing each other around until they were both covered in bruises and scrapes, still smiling like idiots with popsicle stained tongues. Dean would ruffle Sam's dirty hair and try and convince him to cut it short, Sam would just shove him a little, and they'd forget it, a battle Dean was happy to lose. Sam found a snake there, and Dean, ever the hero, wanted to take care of it. He ended up getting bit and ran to tell Bobby. Bobby told him that he'll be fine and to stop whining, gave him a bandaid, and told him not to mess with it again. They were happy kids at Bobby's.

It's not my usual angst, but I needed the boys to have some joy for once.

[spicycinnabun]

@118dailydrabble for day 56 prompt captain ｡˚o rated: g ｡˚o pair: gen, buck & bobby, buck/tommy

“Buck!” Bobby’s voice boomed behind him, making Buck flail. Bobby leveled him with a stern look, but twitching lips gave his amusement away. “Thanks for making dinner, but if you burn that sauce, I will throw your phone into the pot.”

Buck smiled sheepishly, swapping it for the wooden spoon. “Sorry, Cap.”

He stirred the bubbling tomatoes, trying not to glance at his screen, which was also bubbling.

“You’re texting Tommy,” Bobby observed. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah,” Buck said, tensing as he waited for the rebuke. Everyone wanted him to move on, get over it, give up. Well, Buck refused to do that. “We���we’re working things out.”

Bobby’s hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing. “I’m glad, son.”

[hisbucky]

Buck: So you lied to me. Bobby: I didn't lie, per say. Buck: You said everything was fine and now we learn that you had plans to leave?! Bobby, distressed: Son, please - Buck, wounded: Don't do that! Don't call me that! I trusted you, and you lied to me! *on the other side of the station* Eddie: Should we be doing something? Hen: I say we let them play it out. The station family drama has been a bit dry lately. Chimney: Not that it isn't fun to watch you pine over Buck and Tommy, but it gets old. Eddie, blushing: I do not pine! Ravi, muttering: Denial is not a good look on you.

[yakichoufd]

fanart of The Bars, The Parks, The Mansion by Ffrindyddraig <3

[ramons-elevator]

Do you think Jaiden cried when she saw Pomme in heaven? Only to see Dapper right behind her, holding his sisters hand? Pomme crying too as she ran into her Tia’s arms?

As Dapper hugged and introduced Pomme to his siblings, Jaiden saw Ramon holding two eggs hands. One with a pancake on their head, another with sunglasses.

Jaiden felt her heart shatter as she met her daughter for the first time

It was a while before one day, Ramon looked over Jaiden’s shoulder and stumbled over himself as he ran. Jaiden turned around and stumbled too as Pac waved with Richas in his arms, both of them smiling like nothing bad ever happened.

It wasnt long before Jaiden heard Pac cry as Tallulah and Chayanne ran into their uncle’s arms. Tallulah gave Jaiden one of the flowers from her hair as Chayanne clinged to his Tia’s leg.

Tallulah, Chayanne, Ramón, and Richas looked so much bigger than last time she saw them. They explained, with the help of Pac, what happened to them with ElQuackity and the restart. Pac hugged Tilin, Trumpet, and Juanaflippa as much as he hugged Bobby.

Just as everything was quieting down, Richas disappeared before coming back with an egg with a stripped shirt on and a gas mask. Jaiden laughed as Bobby immediately started to taunt Pepito as Richas explained that Pepito was Roiers kid. Jaiden couldnt stop thinking how small Pepito looked.

Suddenly there was loud barking and loud music. Everyone turned and cheered as they saw Leo Bonita running toward them with a pack of dogs behind her. She cried as she picked up Trumpet into her arms and twirled, glitter from her dress raining onto the ground.

Jaiden thought Leo never looked more beautiful.

[chronicowboy]

worship like a dog (at the shrine of your life) | 6.8k

"Y-you're thinking about moving?" Buck asks, words turning to ash in his mouth.

"Starting to think about it anyway," Eddie says, braced like he's waiting for Buck to snap his tablet in half.

But Buck is a good dog, really. Or, he tries to be. Tries so hard. So, he doesn't do anything he wants to. Doesn't throw up on the living room carpet. Doesn't piss in every corner of the house. Doesn't scratch his presence into all the furniture—it's there already, he thinks, I'm there already, aren't I?

No, instead, he plasters on a smile, thinks about plastering all the walls in every grocery list with three mismatched but equally illegible handwritings, every drawing of Christopher's he and Eddie have accumulated over the years—the cardboard box at the bottom of Eddie's wardrobe, the accordion folder under Buck's bed— every ticket stub from the aquarium, the arcade, the zoo, the movies, the museum. He imagines sketching a hundred more hearts in every colour the Diaz boys have made that ball of glowing light in his chest turn, imagines pasting them to the windows of the house, so that the light seeping into the kitchen was filtered through Buck's love like, like, like.

Like stained glass.

Buck doesn't believe in God, but he has his faith. Buck doesn't believe in The Holy Trinity, but he believes in The Father and The Son. Buck doesn't believe in a higher power, but he knows what it is to worship.

(OR: eddie's house is home, buck finds worship there)

[screamlet]

118 daily drabble (day 15; defend)

@118dailydrabble

notes: bucktommy; bobby pov; catching up with the old 118

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It's been about 15 years; Bobby's glad Tommy can finally laugh about it. 

Tommy has one arm firmly around Buck and one finger pointing at Sal. "I'm from LA. When the hell would I have seen a live chicken?" 

"You think that's helping your case," Sal replies. 

"Evan, I was defenseless. It was just me and this chicken, and Maurice had a knife."

"This was your dance." Sal wiggles in the booth. 

Buck leans into Tommy, whispering something that has him turn fire engine red.

"Bobby, don't listen." Buck doesn't miss a beat: "Was that the last time he ran from a cock?"

"I love him," Sal says, as Tommy laughs and gets apologetic kisses on the cheek.