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Staring at the Sun ā¤ Evan Buckley
EvanĀ āBuckā Buckley x Fem!Original Character
Summary: Usually when people return from medical leave after getting injured on the job, they expect a party. Maybe there was cake, possibly a banner if one felt so inclined. In most scenarios, a party like that is meant to make the person who is coming back feel welcomed and better, right? Well, the party Marceline Pierce had did just that, up until the moment the man sheās stupidly head-over-heels for arrives to her party with another woman and a lovesick smile on his dumb face.
STARTED: 3/24/21 ENDED: ???
FANDOM(S): 9-1-1 WARNING(S): mentions of swearing, sexual assault, abuse, racism, biphobia, homophobia, vague mentions of sex, conversion therapy camps, xenophobia, transphobia, blood, physical fighting, cuts (not self-inflicted), past eating disorders, childhood trauma, more to come
MAIN PARINGS: EvanĀ āBuckā Buckley x Marceline Pierce (fem!oc, played by Jessica Henwick)Ā
MASTERLIST:
Chapter One: Youāre Fucking Joking
Chapter Two: Allās Fair in Love and Work
Chapter Three: Why Heart? Why?
Chapter Four: Thankful for Fearlessness
Chapter Five: Growing Pains
Chapter Six: Save Your Regrets
Chapter Seven: Confessions from a Robot Heart
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Ė ą¼ā¶ āļ½”Ė āā· AUTHORāS NOTE: okay so hi hi friends, this is my attempt at a buck fic lol. okay SO, something big you should know is that my friend, kristy (@skyslowalkingā) and i are crossing over our stories. her characters, nicolette bishop (played by victoria pedretti) and gemma bishop (played by abby ryder fortson) are entirely hers and hers alone! idk when her story is coming out, but i will let yāall know so you can check it out :) also real quick hi @beelarson ily hope u enjoy this
hereās kristyās eddie diaz story
video edit of marceline pierce
buckeline video edit
yet another buckeline video edit
#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#9-1-1#9-1-1 on fox#bobby nash#eddie diaz#christopher diaz#hen wilson#chimney han#athena grant#michael grant#maddie buckley#buck#evan buckley x female original character#evan buckley story#evan buckley fanfic#henrietta wilson#howard han#evan buckley x marceline pierce
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Operation Invisible String ā Eddie Diaz
EdmundoĀ āEddieā Diaz x Fem!Original Character
SUMMARY: Ā Ā Ā Ā WHEN CARLA PRICE turns down a job she is offered because she is too busy (or so she claims, which is probably utter bullshit!), she passes the job offer over to Nicolette Bishop, a paediatric ER nurse with little to no (barely any!) experience as a home health care aide. But what don't you do when one of your friends come to you and ask if you can help out a mutual friend's coworker? Without telling said co-worker you asked someone for help. (Itās all a little confusing...) But whatever! itās a job (and from what Carla tells her about it, it doesnāt sound too bad either) and Nic desperately needs a change of scenery. So, she takes the job and holy shit! there might be a teeny-weeny problem here because Nicolette might be falling head-over-heels for Eddie.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And oh, man... their kids are about to play Cupid.
Ā Ā Ā Ā They even have a super-secret operation (which literally no one else knows about, hence the super-secret) called Operation Invisible String.
STARTED: 26.03.2021 FINISHED: ?
FANDOM(S): 9-1-1 WARNING(S):Ā mentions of swearing, abuse, vague mentions of sex PAIRING:Ā Edmundo āEddieā Diaz x Nicolette Bishop ( portrayed by Victoria Pedretti )
SERIES MASTERLIST: Chapter One: Go make out with him Chapter Two:Ā Carrot sticks and water biscuits Chapter Three: Holy shit, itās you Chapter Four: Oh, no... Did you get fired?
ā ā ā± authorās note. hi hello! welcome to this mess! important info: this story is a crossing with my dear dear friend, lunaās (@chancelloramidalaā) story. her character, marceline pierce (portrayed by jessica henwick) is entirely hers! iām gonna add a link to her story below so you can check it out cos you definitely should! also, nicoletteās daughter, gemma pierce bishop is portrayed by abby ryder fortson!
lunaās evan buckley story!
also hiĀ @lantsovemeraldsā &Ā @fredweaxleysswpāā i hope you enjoy <3
#eddie diaz#9-1-1#9-1-1 on fox#eddie diaz fanfic#eddie diaz x female original character#evan buckley#bobby nash#athena grant#michael grant#maddie buckley#henrietta wlison#howard hen#christopher diaz#hen wilson#chimney han#eddie diaz story
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Staring at the Sun ā¤ Evan Buckley
Chapter Seven: Confessions from a Robot Heart
warnings: vague mentions of childhood trauma, sex, drinking, smoking
masterlist.
After the long day she had, all Marceline wanted was to rest. Having Eddie back in her life and working with her was a pleasant surprise. Since Ollieās death, the two of them have exchanged weekly emails just to keep up with one another. But then those weekly emails and occasional Skype calls turned monthly and eventually, yearly. It wasn't because Marceline or Eddie didnāt want to keep in touch or anything, but their lives just got more complicated to the point where they sort of forgot to call back or reply to that message/text/email.
And now, with Eddie working with the 118, it meant that he would be around more often, and Marceline wanted to make sure that she was there for him. She didnāt know a lot about his situation with the mother of Christopherā¦ Shannon, was it? Only that she wasnāt in the picture right now and it was just the two Diaz boys.
She made a mental note while she showered to introduce Eddie and Christopher to Nicolette and Gemma at some point. The four of them would get along swimmingly.
Marceline then changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top after stepping out of the shower. Her hair, as long and thick as it was, would take ages to dry so she just left it in a bun as she wandered into the kitchen to make herself some tea.
She popped open a window as she waited for the kettle to boil. Then she quickly escaped to her room, opening her underwear drawer and taking a pack of cigarettes that was taped to the bottom. Marceline has been trying to quit smoking, and itās been an on and off kind of thing. Sheās able to put off the need to smoke daily and channel her cravings for nicotine into physical activity like kickboxing, martial arts, yoga, and yes, sex.
And Nicolette hated it when she smoked, mainly because of the horrible smell that would linger afterward and how bad it was for Marcelineās health. So she tried to smoke when she really really had to, outside the apartment or at least through the window if she didnāt want to step outside.
But Marceline gave herself a pass for today, it was stressful as fuck and she just needed some sort of release.
Nic was at work, yet another night shift and Gemma was at a sleepover with one of her school friends, so Marceline was left alone in the Pierce-Bishop home.
She lit one of the cigarettes with her blue lighter and moved towards the window, making sure that the cigarette was fully outside before leaning over. Marceline would then suck on one end, causing the smoke to fill her mouth before she would inhale some of it and then finally exhale, puffs of smoke escaping her lips. The anxiety that once engulfed her dwindled in these moments when she inhaled and exhaled, causing a sense of peace to wash over her.
She continued to do this a few times until her cig was short enough to throw away.
Drawings that Gemma made were scattered along the kitchen counter she was leaning against, some of them stuck on the blank areas on the fridge. Marceline smiled fondly at them, glad to see that the seven-year-old was improving on her skills, she thinks. She tilted her head to the side as she tried to decipher one of the drawings, made with pink and blue markers. The lines were thick and thin, shapes scattered the white pages and if Marceline was going, to be honest, she had absolutely no clue what this drawing was.
Whatever, if Gemma asked sheād just smile and nod and say how she liked the colors. (Like, usual.)
As she sipped her passionflower tea after crushing her bud into the ashtray she disguised as a plant holder and threw away the evidence. Then she wandered towards her bedroom, kicking away the clutter on the floor with her foot before plopping down onto her bed.
A small sigh escaped Marcelineās lips as she rubbed a hand over her face and leaned against the headboard. Her shift today was a mess the more she thought about it and she just wished that she could forget about it.
Buck, god, she hated how her mind always wandered to that man. He had such a tight grip around her heart and didnāt even know about it. And maybe his oblivious knowledge was a blessing in disguise because he wouldnāt know how much everything he said or acted to her would affect her.
āIām just saying! You only act allā¦ human-like with Nicolette or Gemma. When youāre here with us, youāre this robot.ā
She could remember how easily those words escaped his lips and how quickly she felt those words stab into her heart. Marceline knew that she wasnāt the mostā¦ normal person on her team because she didnāt actively make the first move to touch someone or talk to them, and how her voice was usually void of emotion and how seriously she always lookedā¦ but to know thatās how people saw her, how Buck saw her just hurt.
Marceline has lived a life where there were always people who never approved of how she was, namely her parents but thatās a whole other story to get into for next time. In short, her mother wanted her to be the ideal proper young lady who kept her mouth shut when something rubbed her the wrong way. A proper lady who knew how to use all of the formal etiquettes of the dining room, who knew how to get a man and become a person Marceline had no intention of being.
So she learned to brush off those comments after leaving home and kept living her life the way she wanted to and not depend on other peopleās opinions of her.
But there were times where some opinions mattered to her.
Her first impression of Evan Buckley wasnāt the most... positive of things. Marceline Pierce thought he was a cocky son of a bitch who was here as a firefighter for the thrill of the uniform. And yeah, those things were very true when it came to Buckās personality but that was just surface-level shit. There was more to Buck than an overzealous, reckless young man who talked way too much about his sex life.
Deep down, Evan Buckley is severely insecure about himself and puts on the false facade of macho confidence to hide that. He has a heart of gold that he wears proudly on his sleeve. He would do anything he could to save as many people as he could on the job, even if it would put his own life in danger.
Marceline first realized she was in love with Buck when she actively sought out to be in his presence. Sheād make sure that she was sitting nearby when he talked with Hen or Chimney about some sort of menial fact that he researched the hell out of. Even if it was kind of secondhand, she liked to be around Buck, feeling that his infectious smile and energy deep into her bones.
And usually, Marceline likes to be alone and in her own little space.
The second time was when she memorized how he took his coffee and made him a cup before he came into work. A splash of creamer and two teaspoons of sugar.
The third time was whenever she looked at him and felt her whole body fill head to toe with butterflies.
And since then, Marceline Pierce has been fucked with anything pertaining to Evan Buckley.
As Marceline let sleep envelop her in a warm hug, she could only think about how much of a robot she was to those around her and started to wonder if they shared Buckās idea of her.
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One moment Marceline was asleepānot dreaming because itās been ages since sheās actually dreamt about anythingāand the next she was awake with loud banging coming from the front door. She groaned and threw both of her hands up in the air, cursing whatever beings were above. Then she turned her head to look at the clock next to her bed, 8:45 a.m.
āWhat the hell?ā She grumbled, mentally calculating how she only got like five hours of sleep. As much as she wanted to curl back into her slumber, the knocking didnāt stop and it was an incessant noise she loathed.
So she sluggishly got to her feet, a chill of cool air coming over her, causing a shiver to run down her back. The elastic that once held her hair together in a bun disappeared in her sleep, and she didnāt bother trying to look for it. Whoever had the nerve to wake her up after an exhausting shift would just have to deal with her long brown hair sticking all over the place.
As Marceline left her room, she wrapped her arms around herself, the cool morning air coming at full force from the open window she forgot to close. She mumbled profanities under her breath as she walked over and shut it before heading towards the door, not even bothering to check through the peephole when she flung it open.
āWhat?ā she half-snarled and looked up to see the last person she wanted to see.
Evan Fucking Buckley stood there, face full of shock and his knuckles raised as if he was going to knock again. āUhāā He lowered his arm back down into his side as a sheepish grin fell on his lips.
ā...Youāre this robotā¦ā
Marcelineās stare hardened, her lips pressing into a thin line to hide the surprise off of her face. āNo.ā she shook her head and was about to slam the door shut when something stopped it. She looked down, finding that Buck had wedged his foot in between the door and the frame.
āWait, Marceline, please donāt.ā he pleaded, his blue eyes shining as his hand slipped through to help hold the door open.
āIām too tired for this shit, Buckley.ā she exasperated, closing her eyes for a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose to push down to the well of emotions that fluttered in her chest.
āThatās okay,ā Buck quickly said and gently pushed the door back open to little resistance from the other woman. āYou can just listen,ā
Marcelineās heterochromatic eyes flew across his chiseled face, seeing the desperation that was widespread over each line and patch of skin and bit into her inner cheek. āYou have five minutes,ā
Then she opened the door, turning around, and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the pack of cigarettes she left there from last night. Marceline didnāt even bother opening a window when she lit her cig, her hand tense and fingers stiff as she pressed it against her lips.
She watched as Buck slowly entered the apartment and shut the door behind him. He nervously looked around, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets as Marceline stared him down, leaning against the kitchen countertop as she blew her smoke downwards and nibbled on her cigarette, trying to suck out as much nicotine as possible to contain all of her stress.
āFour minutes and fifty-three seconds, Buckley.ā she snapped at him, annoyed at how he was just standing there with his stupid hands in his stupid pockets while nibbling on his stupid lower lip.
āIām sorryā¦ okay?ā he exhaled shakily before slowly looking at her. āWhat I said yesterday was me at full assholery.ā she continued to stare at him, all emotion devoid from her face as she continued to smoke, her stiff fingers clenching around her cig. āI should never have said you, Marceline. Iām sorry for hurting your feelings.ā
Marceline couldnāt help but let out a cynical laugh before crushing half her cigarette into the ashtray. āSurprised to find out that robots can have feelings?ā
Buck winced. āNot my finest moment,ā
āNo, it wasnāt,ā she said sharply before turning around to open the window because Nic would kill her if the smoke smell lingered on the furniture.
āLook,ā he sighed and when she turned back around he was walking over, his hands splayed against the island counter. āI know I was a dick, okay? I said I was sorry but I feel like youāre angrier about this for no reason.ā
Marceline snorted and rolled her green and brown eyes. āNo reason? You donāt see the problem as to why Iām pissed ācos you called me a goddamn robot?!ā her voice was progressively getting louder with each word and her hands were clenched into fists by her side.
āRobots arenāt bad! Theyāre cool,ā Buck lamely tried to defend himself as he felt himself shrink under Marcelineās sharpened gaze.
āYou called me a machine. Something that doesnāt consider the feelings of other people. Something that lacks empathy and sympathy. Something that can go without imagination, consciousness, free will, complex emotions, meaning, and a fucking purpose.ā Marceline didnāt know at what point she started to cry, but she felt some wetness gather on her cheeks and that there was an ugly sob lodged into her throat.
Buck instantly started to feel a thousand percent worse. āMarcelineāā he tried to step forward, feeling the need to comfort the woman in front of him.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her shaking hands and stepped back, pushing herself against the counter despite the edge digging into her back. āI-Iāmā¦ Iām not aā¦ thing,ā she whispered with a shake of her head as the hate-filled voice of her mother shot into her head. āI-I have my own thoughts, I empathize and sympathizeā¦ I have meaning and purposeā¦ I have feelings.ā She hung her head to look at her feet as she sniffled. āI have so many fucking feelings, Buck. So many itās suffocating to have them.ā
āI know, Iām sorry, I should never haveāā
āāJust because I donāt exhibit any of those human attributes around you in the way society deems as normal doesnāt mean I donāt have them.ā
Buck clamped his mouth shut and frowned, looking away from her. He fucked up, bad.
Still, silence and tension-filled the cold morning air, with both Marceline and Buck turning away from one another to compose their thoughts and themselves.
āAnd with Eddieā he was in the same boot camp as my childhood friend, whoās practically my brother Ollie. He told me himself that he died in that convoy that got Eddie his Silver Star, and heās been checking up on me since then. Iāve known Eddie for a long time so thatās why I acted soā¦ human-like when he arrived.ā she explained, remembering that Buck had asked yesterday.
Yup, Buck thought to himself, Iām a colossal idiot.
āI have thisā¦ tendency to act like I donāt care about anything, I know that. Iād like to blame my parents for drilling that into my head, but we donāt nearly have enough time to unpack all of that,ā she said softly with a short chuckle, earning Buckās attention as he slowly brought his blue eyes to her green and brown ones. āIāve learned to only care about a select amount of people. And Iā¦ā she sucked in a deep breath as the nagged part of her brain screamed, āYouāre one of those people, Buck.ā
Buckās brows knit together in confusion. What?
āIāveā¦ cared about you for a long time, you might not see it but I do. I care about what you talk aboutā¦ what youāre interested inā¦ how you see me.ā Marceline admitted, her heart slamming against her rib cage to the point she thought he could hear it.
He felt like he was missing something crucial that Marceline wasnāt saying. Not that he had any right to ask for the entire truth, but the words she selectedā¦ didnāt seem right.
āYouāā he frowned as he tilted his head to the side to get a better look at her and crossed his arms over his chest. āYou care about me?ā
Marceline inhaled sharply. Now or never, Pierce. āIā¦ I guess care isnāt theā¦ right word.ā she pushed herself off of the counter and stared directly into Buckās eyes, her entire body simultaneously feeling on as if she was inside an inferno and dunked in ice water. āIām in love with you, Evan.ā
Buck felt all the air in his lungs disappear āWā¦ What?ā
āLook, Iām not confessing my love for you for any kind of payment.ā Marceline tore her eyes away from Buckās so she could take a breather. āI justā¦ I needed to tell you. You deserve that much.ā
āIāā he didnāt know how to respond to that. The only people whoāve ever told him that they love him were his parents and Maddie, and even then he didnāt really believe them. No romantic relationship he had ever lasted long enough for either of them to say the L-word. āIs that why you took those bullets for me?ā
āYes,ā she replied without any hesitation. āAnd I would do it again for anyone I love that much,ā
Buckās eyes were as big as saucers at this point, feeling very overwhelmed with this new information. āYou loveā? Iām sorry, I needāā
Marceline shook her head. āItās fine, I get it. I jumped this all on you, and- and oh shit, youāre still with Abby.ā She stammered out and rubbed her hands against her face to suppress a groan. āFuck, Iām sorry Buck I didnātāā
āI should go,ā Buck said as his feet brought him to the front door, his mind swirling with loud thoughts.
Love? Someone loves me? Do I love Abby? Yes, I do love Abby, of course, I do. Butā¦ Does Abby love me back?
āYeah,ā she nodded and cast him a desperate glance. āWait, Buck?ā His hand halted from turning the doorknob and remained silent. Marceline took that as her cue to go on, āI want you to know that I donāt expect anything else from you after this. We can continue being colleagues and nothing more. You deserve to know that someone loves you like really loves you.ā Unlike Abby whose been gone for months...
āIā¦ā he paused and pursed his lips into a thin line as he slowly turned around. āMars, I need timeā¦ to-to you know, process all of this.ā
āI know, Buck, I know,ā she sighed softly. āBut, if you want to talk, you know where I am,ā
All Buck could do was nod, unable to trust what he could say before he left. Marceline watched him leave with a heavy heart and sobbed into her hands.
Nicolette and Gemma came home later that day to Marceline holed up in her room with half a bottle of rum by her bedside.
@skyslowalking @beelarson @rcvenscycle @whatdoesntkillyoumakesyoustrange for u besties <3
Ė ą¼ā¶ āļ½”Ė āā· AUTHORāS NOTE: lol so that happened, huh
nicolette's story
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i made a buckeline video edit yāallās <3 go wild, go crazy, go stupid, AaaAaAaAAAAAA
hereās their story if you happen to be curious
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made an edit of my girl marceline pierce on my ig and decided to share it with yāall. please tell me your thoughts, thanks <3
(for those who donāt know, marceline pierce is an original character of mine for my evan buckley fic)
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made yet another buckeline video edit coz theyāre all i think abt rn, enjoy <3
(for those who donāt know, marceline pierce is an original character of mine for my evan buckley fic)
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