#evan responds

[z0mb1el0veju1ce]

no offense but its pretty funny to be all "im me im not a character dont treat me like a character" and then tag that post with #[character] #[fandom] #[character] [fandom]

Probably because I'm a fictive of said character!! 😱😱 you wanna mention the tags you can mention i put #fictive #emhfictive , ect. 💀 you clearly do not understand what fictives are. Not to mention if you LOOK IN MY BIO, RIGHT ABOVE THE ASK BUTTON, It tells ya! 😱

[chloesimaginationthings]

The REAL lore from the FNAF survival logbook,,

[televisionpromos]

9-1-1 8x05 "Masks" (Halloween Episode) Promo - The 118 is once again working on the spookiest night of the year and missing out on all the tricks and treats; Buck's Halloween decorations become a little scarier than he had hoped.

[stevenrogered]

can we talk about the deliberate word choice in the dialogue here, cause.....

[buckley-diaztruther]

sometimes I read fics where buck gets hurt/does something reckless and eddie gets so mad at him and tear him a new asshole. and while I don't hate these scenes every time I do think it's really important to note that eddie has never once, in canon, yelled/gotten mad at buck the way everyone else has over his recklessness. dismayed, sure (like when buck took off on the bicycle to save chim), but never angry. closest we've seen is him telling buck about the will and he wasn't even like. mad. or if he was, he didn't let it show to buck as anger.

it kind of circles back to the invincible vs expendable thing. everyone else sees bucks behavior as cock recklessness. but eddie KNOWS where buck is coming from every time and tends to lean towards strong but gentle reminders that 'yes, I know you and I know this is who you are and your heart is one of the reasons we love you. but you also matter regardless, you have things to live for as well. reasons to prioritize yourself.'

and while there is something so juicy about eddie completely losing his cool I also just would love to see more of this quiet, graceful understanding and support

[bri-cheeses]

| June 2nd | Prompt: Die | Word count: 452 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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“Evan?” Barty’s voice was hesitant, serious in a way that was rare for him. It was his tone that got Evan to look up from his schoolwork.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” Barty said.

Evan froze.

Then he stared at the boy across from him, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

But the thing was, it didn’t make sense, those words coming from Barty’s mouth as Evan sat in his bed, meters away from where Barty was sprawled out on his own blankets.

“You—you do?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Evan wanted to kick himself for the hopeful way in which he had asked the question.

However, he was distracted from the desire as Barty sat up straight, seemingly eager to prove his point.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. You’re my closest friend.”

And it was from the way Barty said “friend” that Evan instantly knew that he had hoped for too much.

Barty had meant a platonic kind of love.

Of course.

Evan looked back down at his papers, unable to keep looking at Barty as he continued, “I don’t know what I would do without your friendship. And I just thought you should know.”

Evan appreciated the sentiment. Really, he did. He loved being a part of Barty’s life, and even if he did wish it was as more than a friend, he would rather know Barty and be in love with him from the sidelines than not know him at all.

“Thank you,” Evan said.

It was a weak response. Too weak, judging from the way Barty’s posture slumped slightly. But seconds later, he straightened back up, Evan’s mediocre response only seeming to renew his desire to prove the truth of his words from earlier

The weight of Barty’s gaze burned into Evan as he said, “You’re my ride-or-die, Evs.”

They were lovely, wonderful words, but Evan couldn’t stop a corner of his mouth from pulling down. He tried to stop it, he really did, but his emotions couldn’t seem to keep from showing on his face. The only saving grace was that the side of his mouth turned down in a frown was the side away from Barty, meaning that he couldn’t see it.

What he could almost definitely see, however, was Evan’s reluctance to say anything.

“I mean it,” Barty insisted after several seconds of no response from Evan.

And now Evan had to say something.

So, trying to keep the bitterness out of his tone, Evan mumbled back, “Of course, Bee.”

Then, making up some story about a headache, he excused himself from the conversation and closed the curtains around his bed.

He really didn’t want to think about any of it.

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[tryingtograspctrl]

WATCH YOUR HANDS: BOBBY NASH X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: A firefighter on B-shift touches you inappropriately and when Bobby finds out the guy is as good as dead

Warning: Mentions of sexual assault, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, etc.

Bobby's birthday was tomorrow and you were throwing him a big surprise party at the firehouse, unbeknownst to him.

You, Hen, Buck and the rest of the 118 had secretly been planning the entire thing right under his nose, he of course had his suspicions but he couldn't put his finger on what you were hiding so he let it go.

The night before the big day you made some random excuse as to why you had to leave and though he didn't fully buy it he let you go.

You got into your car heading to the firehouse to meet Buck and Hen in order to start decorating.

You arrived first, neither of their cars in sight.

You decide to head inside, waving to a few of the firefighters standing around on your way to Bobby’s office.

You grabbed the key from your purse, unlocking the door.

You sat your purse down on his desk, moving a few of the picture frames and knick knacks on the bookshelf around to find something.

You heard footsteps approaching behind you but you didn’t pay them any mind, too focused on the task at hand.

“My, my, what do we have here?” A voice spoke from behind you.

You tensed up as the stranger grabbed your ass, squeezing it roughly.

You whipped around quickly, elbowing the jackass in the nose in the process causing him to double over.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” You stared at him wild eyed.

He didn’t answer, groaning in pain still clutching his nose.

“Say goodbye to your job you piece of shit.” You spat before storming past him, making your way outside to your car.

You shot Hen a text explaining that you couldn’t make it tonight and that they were just gonna have to decorate without you.

You took a few shaky breaths before starting up your car again and pulling out of the parking lot.

The whole way home you were contemplating on whether or not you should tell Bobby, tomorrow was his special day and you didn’t want him to have anything like this on his mind but at the same time that asshole had assaulted you.

You decide to tell him after the celebration tomorrow, wanting him to enjoy his day.

“Back so soon?” Bobby asked from the couch.

“Yeah. Turns out everything is under control.” You half smiled.

“That’s good news.” He smiled too.

“Come sit, watch a movie with me?” He pat the spot next to him hopefully.

“Of course my love.” You happily took a seat next to him, snuggling into his side.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer.

“Try to stay up this time yeah?” You looked up at him, teasing tone.

“I always stay up.” He lifted your chin with his finger planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Sure you do.” You smiled hitting his chest.

The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, you tried not to let earlier’s events bother you, tried not to outwardly express the disgust and discomfort you were feeling on the inside in order to not worry your husband but your mind couldn’t help but drift back to everything every once in a while.

You knew one thing for certain, he was gonna lose his mind when he found out.

The next day

Turns out you were correct.

The day started off fine, you managed to get Bobby to steer clear of the firehouse until it was time for the party to start and it’s safe to say he was pleasantly surprised.

“Are we there yet?” Bobby asked for what felt like the 1000th time during your ride to the firehouse.

“Almost baby, be patient.” You laughed at his antics.

Once you made it you ran to the other side of the car, unbuckling his seat belt and helping him out of his seat.

“Okay we just have to walk a few steps then you can remove the blindfold.” You grabbed his hand leading him to the entrance of the firehouse.

You smiled at everyone standing around, poppers in their hands and looks of excitement on their faces.

“Okay baby, take it off.” You squeezed his hand.

He removed his blindfold and everyone shouted surprise in unison.

His smile was so big you swore his jaws were gonna be sore by the end of the day.

“You organized all this for me?” He asked a little while later once everyone was settled.

“Of course, anything for you Mr. Nash.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Well thank you Mrs. Nash, i really do appreciate it.” He placed his hands on your thick waist, pecking your lips.

“Alright love birds it’s time to cut the cake.” Chimney called out.

The two of you walked over to the table but you stopped in your tracks upon seeing the man from last night.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Hen shot a worried glance your way.

“Nothing, nothing, i’m fine.” You shook your head, forcing a smile.

“You’re not.” Bobby pulled you to the side.

“What’s the matter?” He grabbed your hands, searching your face.

Your eyes darted over to the man from last night to find him already looking at you, a smug smirk on his face.

“I knew something was off with you last night, does he have something to do with it?” Bobby glanced at the man then back at you.

“Bobby please, i don’t want to do this here, not on your birthday.” You held his hands tighter.

“Did he do something to you? Did he put his hands on you?” He looked into your eyes, voice dropping dangerously low.

Your gaze lowered to your feet and he immediately had the answer to his question.

He let go of you, marching toward the man.

“Baby wait!” You tried to catch him but it was too late.

A nasty crunch sounded through the air as his fist collided with the man’s face and once he fell Bobby got on top of him, repeatedly punching him.

“Bobby stop!” You rushed over trying to pull him back.

Buck wasn’t far behind grabbing your husband’s arms and lifting him off the man.

“What the hell is going on?” Hen asked rushing up the stairs.

“Bobby started wailing on jones out of nowhere.” Someone spoke up.

“It wasn’t out of nowhere, he put his hands on my wife!” Bobby tried to shake out of Buck’s hold, going to finish what he started.

“What?!” Buck clenched his jaw.

Everyone looked at you.

You nodded your head, confirming.

Buck and Eddie wasted no time scooping the man up, dragging him down the stairs and tossing him to another firefighter to clean him up and get him the hell out of there.

Someone quickly grabbed a mop, cleaning up the trail of blood he left behind.

“You okay?” Bobby grabbed the sides of your face, a worried look lacing his features.

“Me? I should be asking you that.” You forced him into one of the kitchen chairs, grabbing the first aid kit and beginning to patch him up.

“Why didn’t you tell me from the start?” He held your wrists for a moment, stopping you.

“Because today is your birthday, i didn’t want you worrying about me, i wanted you to have fun.” You confessed.

“Baby i could care less about my birthday, what i care about is your saftey and wellbeing above all else.” He pulled you into his lap.

“I’m sorry.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t be, just tell me next time, i don’t care what day it is, what time it is or what i’m doing.” He rubbed your back comfortingly.

“I will.” You nodded, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

A/N: Bobby “Keep your fucking hands off my wife” Nash ladies and gents!!! Peter Krause is soooooo fine i had to write another Bobby fic. 🌻

[redpinkwine]

I have two fucking obvious conclusion, first of all he is so precious and secondly buddie canon

[lovecolibri]

It was never more clear than in last night's episode that KR truly only thought of Buck as "big dumb pretty boy" who was around to be the hot guy on the arm of literally whatever woman they could find so long as it was a woman.

Season 7 has some sins to atone for, but I have tried somewhat to offer it the grace I give season 4 for being a short season shot on a last-minute time crunch and under covid restrictions. We didn't see much of Buck in season 7 and most of what we saw was internal, not a lot of emergencies, though the ones we did get felt more balanced and purposeful to moving the main characters along than we had seen in awhile.

But 8x01? 8x01 was Firefighter Buckley at his absolute best and GOD I have missed him! He was silly, he was spouting off bee facts, he was thinking outside the box and saving lives with his ideas, he was gently communing with the bees, he was gently bullying his work husband partner into being a honey trap for bees, he was having an RSD episode and acting out against the injustice of how everyone is being treated because they're supposed to be a family, he got reprimanded for his ideas but didn't let it stop him from doing it again and again because he KNOWS he can save people!! I just- Firefighter Buckley!!!! 😭😭😭

There is a reason Buck was a fan favorite and we got to see everything this week from his giant kid energy, to his deep anger at injustice, to his stalwart co-parent energy with Eddie and having his back, to his ADHD brain coming up with fun facts and useful solutions.

He wasn't dumbed down for the sake of a joke (fully incorrect info on sperm donation after saying he did tons of research (that the writers clearly did not do) so they could get some cheap masturbation jokes), he wasn't the butt of the joke (lightning killing me gave me math powers because he-he i'm dumb and they don't have a plot for me to deal with it in a meaningful way, we're waiting for a LI to "fix" me, I'm calling every woman I slept with to see if I satisfied them) he was SMART, and CARING, and FRUSTRATED he can't save his family from the abuses they are suffering from and it all just felt so GOOD, and RIGHT, and true to who the Buck the audience fell in love with is. No wonder Oliver said it was the best episode they have done in years. I might have to agree.

[mischiefbuckley]

I mean 🤷🏻‍♀️

[chronicowboy]

saw this meme and was suddenly struck by the unshakeable thought that actually every bad thing that's ever happened in 9-1-1's los angeles is because buck and eddie simply haven't kissed yet

[z0mb1el0veju1ce]

YOU SHOULD HONESTLY JUST KYS ATP THERES NO POINT IN YOU LIVING ANYMORE.

👍

[sad-girl-hours23]

Do you think Buck tells Tommy about all his work-related injuries at once or does he just keep dropping them casually into everyday conversations 🤔

“The most fun I’d had since being struck by lightning.”

Like sir, you were dead for 3 minutes then in a coma on life support?? Be for real 😭💀

And how many times is Tommy just like, 👁️👄👁️ I heard about that over the radio…that was you???

[televisionpromos]

9-1-1 7x05 "You Don't Know Me" Promo - Check out the promo for 9-1-1 Season 7 Episode 5 "You Don't Know Me" airing next week on ABC.

[loulovingho]

I’m not trying to tell anyone what to do, because God knows I’ve responded to anon hate, but recently I simply started to delete it and move on and that feels really fucking good! Like simply clicking on the little trash can and watching it go away is lovely. I’ve made my own little tradition where I reblog a bucktommy kiss when I get hate. That way, when the weirdo who sends the ask comes looking for a response, they’re met with nothing but kisses! I get to continue finding enjoyment in a show/ship I love, and they get nothing. It’s a blast for sure.

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

🤣💓