#firehouse 118

[gcpoetry]

I know this isn’t what I normally post, but I was watching Jennifer Love Hewitt’s new movie, “The Holiday Junkie,” and recognized this apartment lol. Buck’s apartment being used, plus having multiple 911 actors in this film, makes me lose my mind. 

At least this made me a little less sad about waiting till March 😭

[imaginationismykingdom]

Eddie: So are you going to explain how the hell you crashed my car?

Tommy: Well we were driving and a deer walked into the road so I said ' Evan, deer! '

Eddie: And what did Buck do?

Tommy: They said . . ' yes honey? '

[pythiart23]

Just gonna leave this here :]

[feathers-67]

Oliver Stark tweets you'll always be famous.

[dudesrysly]

Bobby: do me and Buck spend a lot of time together? Yes.

Bobby: Do we have a special bond? Absolutely.

Bobby: But do I cuddle him more than any other loving parent?

*Remembers the time when Buck caught a minor cold and he took care of him for a whole week, spoon-fed him his soup, carried him to bed, and tucked him in every night*

Bobby: it’s possible.

[mousestar369]

Hen: I think you should change your last name, Buck.

Buck: To- to what??

Hen: Diaz.

Eddie, across the room: Did you just hit on him for me??

Hen: Well you weren't going to and everyone in this firehouse is sick of you making those eyes at each other and not doing a damn thing about it!

[murdockbuckley]

chimney "chronic migraines" han (it's why he's always chewing gum)

bobby "chronic back pain" nash (broke his back before la, has had buildings collapse on it multiple times since, like in mayday)

evan "chronic leg/whole body pain, insomniac, HoH" buckley (he got crushed by a truck and then struck by lightning come on now)

eddie "chronic pain" diaz (he's been shot so many times)

can't believe i forgot him but:

ravi "in remission" panikkar

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

[marvelsgirl616]

Walk him like a dog

[weewoowings]

Buck: So, what is Tommy's type?

Hen: Blue eyes, kind, oblivious, great sense of humor, animal lover.

Buck: Sounds kinda like me. Too bad we're just friends.

Hen: *deadpan* Did I mention oblivious?

Buck: Yeah, why?

Hen: Just making sure.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Hiii, i see you mostly do rafe cameron fics but i came across your account under the evan buckley tag and saw you post asking for request. So i tought i would ask if you could do a fic where reader works with buck and during a night out with team he asks the reader to kiss to get a girl of his back.

But yeah that's all thank you in advance if you decide to do it

Of course!!! Still waiting for season eight over in the Uk 😭 also I’m gonna use Taylor as the girl sorry! Personally I don’t think they should’ve got together. They should’ve stayed friends, but that’s my opinion 😭

߷𝐎𝐤 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫߷

Pairing: Buck x firefighter!reader

Warnings: jealousy (not Buck), language and making out

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After a good shift, with an appearance on the news. The 118 decided to celebrate the hard day and once again saving those who needed your help.

So here you all are, you, dressed in a black dress. Revealing the small delicate slime tattoo on your back. With black heels. Sleek and casual for a bar. Not over or under doing it. It was a nicer bar that you all usually go to. So you all dressed a little fancier, not by much.

You sat with the team, a beer bottle in hand. You were in a conversation with Hen when you both hear Buck next to you “arh shit… she’s here…” you turned to look at him “who?” He answered “Taylor… we broke up a month ago, and here she is… waltzing in here… what are the odds?”

Hen joke “for you? Low… very low..” you both chuckled. Buck nudged your shoulder playfully “hey don’t agree with her!” Causing you to laugh more. Which that’s exactly what he intended.

He sipped his drink, then glanced to you. “So? How about a game of pool? I see one of the tables free?” You looked over and smiled. That’s what you’d do in your spare time at the station. Playing pool. You nodded “oh it’s on, Buckaroo!”

You placed your beer bottle on the table before getting up and heading over to the table.

Buck started to set up the balls in the plastic triangle. As you grab the cue sticks. You held one out to him. Feeling eyes on you, not in a good way…

You noticed Taylor’s eyes glued to you. You talked to Buck “she always like this?” Buck raised an eyebrow “like what?” You replied “her eyes haven’t left me since we started to set up pool, Buck..” he chuckled “oh she thinks we both have it for each other. That’s why she’d never let me go over your place for movie night while we were dating…” you gasped “that’s why?!” You were pissed. Controlling what Buck does?? That’s not on. At. All.

You broke the triangle of balls, then stand off the to side to let Buck have his go. The two of you went back and forth, taking turns.

Taylor never shifted her gaze since you started playing. You huffed, Buck joked “not gettin’ bored already? Thought you liked playing this?” You replied “I do, but not when she doesn’t take her eyes off of me. It’s borderline creepy, Buck…”

He hummed in agreement, “I got an idea…”

“Oh yeah?” “Yeah…”

He gestured you to come closer, you and Buck were close. Really close, that’s probably why Taylor was jealous. But everyone on the team knew you two didn’t see each other that way… not yet at least.

He whispered in your ear, “lemme pretend to show you how to hit a shot, then I’ll peck your cheek, yeah?” His voice a little more rasped at the lowering of his voice.

You smirked “oh it’s on…” you walk around the table a few times. Trying to find the right ball to try and pot. Your acting skills, flawless. Buck spoke “hey, lemme show you a trick…” he came up behind you.

You both lean over to pool table. The team subtly watching. Eddie and Chimney lapping this up like two school girls. Hen and Bobby rolling their eyes, knowing this is how you two are.

Buck whispered “lemme count to three, then I’ll kiss your cheek, okay?” You nodded. Then looked to the pool table again.

“Three… two… one…”

He helped you hit the cue to the ball. Then once it potted. He smiled then kissed your cheek “good job, Y/n/n!” You smiled. Then look to Taylor. She looked jealous. But not enough for your liking. She treated Buck wrong. Let’s show her how to treat him right.

You closed the gap between you to. Kissing him softly. Two seconds it took for him to acknowledge what was going on. Then he kissed back. More fiery than the kiss you just gave. But you happily matched his intention.

He held your jaw gently. His big hand holding your jaw like you’d melt away if he didn’t hold it. In the background you can hear Eddie whistle and Chimney clapping. You peak out of your one eye to see Taylor.

It was like someone had shot someone in front of her. The shock and rage sent through her, definitely showing through her facial expressions. You smirked and mumbled into the kiss “it’s working..” Buck smirked too “good, let’s keep going though…”

In the end Taylor downed her drink, storming out of the bar. Once Bobby saw she left. He went to call out to you both.

You both kept kissing, that’s until you hear Bobby “alright you pair. step away or get a room!” You both laugh as you pull away.

Buck joked “think the room is sounding like a good idea right now…” you smirked “me too, Buck… me too…”

Eddie said a little too loud “I win! Hand over the money Chim!”

You both look over “what?!” Chimney casually spoke “oh we were betting on this, see how long it took for you too to finally do something…”

You playfully roll your eyes “thanks, Team..”

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[hotdilfs11]

・。・。・ultraviolence-lana del rey

✩pairings: eddie diaz x fem reader

✩summary:Eddie just got off of a double shift at the 118. Eddie and y/n misses each other so much that they can't keep their hands off of each other.

warnings: cursing and a bit spicy

✩word count: 893

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I’m sitting in bed with my back against the headboard. I have soft pillows around me, a fluffy blanket weighing me down to sleep, and a book in my hand. I feel my eyelids fighting to stay open as unconsciousness covers my whole body. I’m waiting for my husband to finally come home after taking a double shift at the 118. I miss him so much, but I’m trying to pass time so I can greet him and finally be in his arms again. 

I try to finish this one last page of my book when I hear our front door open and close. My body woke up when I heard him. The room was silent for a moment until I heard the distant sound of shoes being kicked off. One by one, releasing a sigh as he walks towards the bedroom. I fix my posture as I brace myself for all of the love and affection I’ve been craving since he was gone. 

Eddie appears in the doorway with his work uniform still on. He had on navy blue pants and a shirt that sculpted every part of his body. The shirt had a gold badge on the left of his chest, and on his arm was a patch that said “Los Angeles Fire Department." With ease, Eddie leaned against the doorframe while crossing his arms. The muscles in his forearms started to tighten while his shirt wrapped around his biceps. Sleep-deprived with messy hair, he looks at me for a moment and says, “Hello, my love,” in a low, tiresome voice with a lazy smile growing.

"Hey,” I say, with a slight smile beaming on my face.

I pushed back the covers, feeling the cold air whisper against my skin. “Bad shift?” I ask as my toes touch the cold wooden floor,  bringing a refreshing jolt to my senses. I start to walk towards Eddie, pushing my back up against the door frame. He positions himself to face me. He puts his left arm up against the doorframe in a swift motion as he hovers over me, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes. He gave me a quick peck on the lips that sent chills through my body. He said, “It wasn’t bad; I’m just a bit tired.” 

Eddie closes the distance between us, grabbing my waist with his rough hands. My body fitted perfectly against his as I rested my face on his chest, hearing his soothing heartbeat while he put his face in the crook of my neck. I feel his breath tickle my skin as I slowly run my fingers through his hair, feeling his soft hair against the palm of my hand. He lets out a soft sigh, I feel his moan vibrate against my skin. 

He started to softly tighten his grip on me. “Fuck that feels so good,” he whispered in a low voice that sent a shiver down my spine. I feel his soft lips kissing my neck. He lifts up his head while kissing me on the jaw, on my cheek, and then he hovers over my lips, feeling his breath caress my skin. Keeping eye contact with him, I pulled his hair harder as a groan escaped his lips and his hands started to tighten around my waist. "God, I missed you," Eddie whispers.

Eddie's hand started to go up my body and wrap softly around the side of my neck as he slightly put pressure on my neck. His lips collided hungrily, roughly with mine filling the room with ultraviolence. I pressed against his body, wanting more, feeling the hardness of his chest against mine. Our kiss was passionate but sloppy as his hand started pressing into my neck and his other hand explored my body. I let out a soft whimper when we tried to catch our breath, but I didn’t want to catch my breath. I wanted more. Our legs tangled with each other as I backed him into the other side of the door frame; however, when I tried to fight over dominance, he flipped me over and pushed me against the doorframe. We both sighed with pleasure as both of our bodies craved each other more. His lips started trailing down to my neck, putting wet kisses on my skin. A big whimper hushed its way out of my mouth as I quickly covered it, pulling his hair harder. I felt a smile against my skin as his kisses got sloppier. But then I heard something. 

I heard a creak in the floor, and my heart dropped. I whispered “wait” to Eddie and quickly pushed him off of me. We were both out of breath and hungry for more. His eyes were filled with desire and lust as he scanned my body up and down, sending butterflies to my stomach. I smiled as I put my pointer finger to my lips, shushing him. He looked confused until he heard, "Dad, you're home!” from Christopher. 

Eddie looked surprised but happy and kneeled down to Chris' height,  hugging him. “Hey buddy, what are you doing up?”

“I wanted to see you, Dad,” he said in a soft voice. Eddie let out a soft chuckle. “Well, okay, but you have to get rest, bud, okay?” Chris shook his head. “Goodnight guys.” 

We both said goodnight to Chris.

I have more fics coming soon I just took. a little break lo l∪ ̿–⋏ ̿–∪ (cc to this creator i got inspo from)

[imaginationismykingdom]

Buck: I have a lie detector in my shirt.

Eddie: . . . What? Fine - take it off and prove it then.

Chimney: *walks into the room* What is going on here?

Chimney: *sees Buck unbuttoning shirt* Follow up question - why do you want Buck to take off his shirt?

Eddie: WHAT? NO I DON'T . . .

Buck: *shirt starts to beep*

[just-shairahhh]

The Way I Loved You

Summary: Eddie and y/n were best friends since they were in middle school. But Eddie's life with Shannon and y/n's unrequited, one-sided love drove them apart. It has been years now. And everything has changed. Can two best friends find their way back to each other? Or has there been too much history? Is their space for someone new to step in and mend what broke y/n or will her past engulf her again?

Word Count: 2K.

You can read Part 2 here:

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"And then came the day when you stood by him at Church, not where you had dreamt of standing, facing him as his bride. But you were there as his best-woman, behind him, like you had stood all your lives. Watching from afar as he reached out for someone else".

You were thirteen, playing with your little sister in the front yard when you saw a car pull up in front of the house next to you, that had been sitting empty for months. And out walked the most chaotic family you had ever laid eyes on. Parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents; all clamouring over one another, speaking in a language you didn't quite unde. All trying to get a good view of the house. It was in that moment of chaos, at the naïve age of thirteen, you first understood the meaning of the word “Equanimeous” when your eyes met with the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. But you would be blind to not notice the swirl of caramel in them. It was as if you saw it all in his eyes, how the sun had itself come down, to embrace the rich earth, its hues promising hope and life. He stood right at the heart of the chaos, and while he was not physically a part of it, he carried all of life's turmoil, right inside of him.

One look at him and you knew. You knew that loving Eddie Diaz would prove to be just that, like you are standing in the middle of chaos. Always. But when he turned towards you, his cautious, kept eyes piercing through yours, you knew that it was already too late. So you did the only thing you could think of. You raised your hand, and you waved.

You were sixteen, sitting at the foot of his bed, doing homework together when Eddie confessed to you that you were the best friend he ever had. How you would listen to him and be there for him like no other. How you would understand him like no other. How he loved to listen to you gossip and go on and on about the littlest, most random things. And just as your heart had started to swell with all the emotions too complicated for a sixteen-year-old, they had all come to a crushing end just as quickly. For it was the same day that Eddie had confessed to you about his feelings for Shannon from middle school, for the first time.

As you lay in bed that night, the realisation hitting again and again, like tumultuous waves hitting the coast repeatedly till there is nothing left to salvage, that Eddie Diaz would never see you the way you see him. He would never find meanings of unexplainable emotions in your eyes. He would never find the peace in you, that you found in him. You realised that your best friend Eddie Diaz would never love you the way that you already love him. Whole-heartedly. Selflessly.

You were nineteen, high school somehow already a distant memory but your best friend still seared in your heart like a fresh pain. The past year was a whirlwind. You saw the only guy you had ever loved since you were thirteen, expecting a child with the only woman he had ever loved. And you were there for all of it, such was the cruel joke of life. You saw him slowly fall in love with Shannon, confess his raw, honest feelings about her, to you, call you with tears in his eyes when he got to know that Shannon was pregnant. And you were there for him for all of it, because to you, at the end of the day, he was your home, your Eddie and even if your best friend had slowly started to feel more like the chaos itself than your escape from it, you did not turn away.

And then came the day when you stood by him at Church, not where you had dreamt of standing, facing him as his bride. But you were there as his best-woman, behind him, like you had stood all your lives. Watching from afar as he reached out for someone else. So that day, after the ceremony, you wished your genuine best to a very pregnant Shannon and a dreamy eyed Eddie and never looked back. You had a flight to LA to catch to. A fresh start, you told yourself, leaving more emotional baggage than the physical ones you are taking. And in that same night, to the complete unknowing of your best friend of more than five years, with a new destination, a new determination and a new phone number that only your family was aware of, you left home. To never to turn back again.

You were twenty-two, living in LA, the traumas of your first love, now a faint scar in the back of your heart. Currently your heart was filled to the brim from the love of all your children. You were making your own way in the world, as a social worker, focusing on Child Protection and Child Rights Violation. You were connected with several NGOs, orphanages and other government organisations to uplift the condition of homeless and orphaned children. You were happy doing what you did and you were bloody good at it.

You had tried dating ever since settling here and even were in a relationship, but the fast paced dating world had left your old school ass behind a long time ago. And you weren’t ready to jump on that wagon again just yet, after your terrible history.

You were twenty-five, on your way to an appointment with the partners of the firm handling a very sensitive case related to the children of one of your NGOs when you got a call from your mom. Who said that Shannon had left Eddie and his son, Christopher, a while ago. Who said that Eddie was a single father providing for his son who got diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy a few years ago. Who said that to escape from the continuous pressure of his parents to leave Christopher with them, Eddie had moved away a while back. And that he had decided to come to Los Angeles. The call left you shocked but not shaken. And while you sent out a small prayer for Eddie and his son, a part of you was also happy and relieved that there were no memories or feelings rushing back, cramping your heart, filling you with heart break and panic at the mention of your ex-best friend. You smiled gratefully at how far you’d come and left your apartment for your meeting.

It was the same day that you were in a heated argument with one of the partners over the best outcome for the currently derailing situation when alarms started going off everywhere. “FIRE!” someone screamed and people started running out and about chaotically. And while you managed to get out safe, the flames had already escalated, filling smokes everywhere. You heard sirens from somewhere but before they could reach, your eyes fell upon a few of your colleagues who were in floors above yours and were now being evacuated in poor conditions. So you decided to step back and help.

That is when your eyes fell on Joyce, your best friend of six years and roommate, limping towards you. Joyce was a huge part of your healing after you had moved to LA. When they talk about female friendships being there for you and helping with all your life problems, they talk about people like Joyce. But right now, you could see her arm was burnt and could tell that it was a deep wound. You knew not to put a cloth or ice on a burn wound but you had no idea on exactly what to do. So while you ran to her and caught her in your arms, just as she collapsed on you, you were starting to panic yourself. And that's when the voices around got louder.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” You felt someone lightly touch your arm. You couldn’t look away from Joyce though. Your eyes tearing up. Was it from the smoke or for the pain your best friend was feeling? You couldn’t tell.

“Hey, are you hurt? Are you okay?” The voice asked again. An urgency in his gentleness.

“I- I am. But, but my frie...” You had started to panic again and could not reach to the end of your sentence. But you did not need to say more. The voice behind you, had already started to deal with the problem.

“Hey, Chim! I need some help here.”

And suddenly Joyce was taken from you. You started to scream, when the soothing voice behind you spoke up again.

“Hey, it’s okay. They are going to check her and treat her now. You did good. You need to get checked as well. It is okay. You are okay. So will she".

You turned around hastily, selfishly trying to pull all the comfort and warmth from him that you can. And when you found him, the source of the tranquil, you couldn’t help but gasp a little. For you were met with the most gorgeous pair of ocean blue eyes. And maybe it was the shock settling in, but everything else seized to exist as he looked down at you and smiled.

Guiltily, you were one of those people who seeked out what someone's eyes held when you first met them. Joyce always thought it was weird. But you countered it with a, "Weirder than, I don't know, checking out their haaaands?" and shut her up with a bombastic side eye.

And no matter what she said, you found that someone's eyes could say a lot about them. Or so you believed. However, you'd never met someone before today, whose eyes spoke of tranquility, of quiet or of peace. Everyone was fighting an inner battle. Anxious. Scared. Apprehensive. And even if the face hid most of it, the eyes could never. Even the boy you had fallen in love with the moment he looked at you, screamed chaos. And while you had found your peace back then in the havoc, that phantasm was quick to die down.

And just like that, you knew that the person checking you for injuries right now, as the world seized into a slumber from the minute you looked at him, was different. Very different.

Everything after that became a blur. The mop of brown hair, the owner of those magnetic blue eyes, long lost in the haze of the smoke.

And that brings you to today, a few weeks after the accident, a standing nervous ball of wreck in-front of the Fire Station 118, with a basket of muffins as a thank you from everyone for saving their lives. Yes, you are aware that there are other ways to send your gratitude, as sharply and knowingly pointed out by your best friend but you both knew that you had someone to find. Or maybe something. Something that you had felt missing in you for the longest time.

And that is when you saw him again. Leaning against a fire truck, a clipboard in his hands. You would think he was very seriously focusing on something, if it wasn't for his mischievous eyes, giving way to his stoic face. Apparently he saw you too, because you saw him put away the clipboard and make his way to you. And for the first time, you had the privilege to take in his appearance fully. His LAFD tshirt definitely doing justice to the fact that he works out regularly. You licked your lips unconsciously as you slowly took him in; from his chiselled jaw with that light stubble to his bulging biceps, down to his sculpted-

You quickly shake your head and mentally slap yourself as he stands before you now, hovering quite a few inches over you.

“H-Hey. Um...” He started.

“Um, hi. I am y/n. We met at the. I mean not met. I mean, could be met.” Great start. Another mental slap.

“No, totally. Totally met. I remember, ofcourse. How’s your friend? Oh, I am, um, am Buck. I mean, Ev-. Buckley. Evan Buck Buckley. Not like Buck as a middle name. Like, people call me... um, Buck. I am Evan.” He finishes softly.

You smile at his rambling and in his genuinity and sincerity, find something that you had always been seeking but never found. Something that felt like a soothing balm to the tears in the unrequited, unacknowledged corners of your heart.

“Hi, Evan. It is so nice to meet you. Again.” You smile. A carefree and maybe a little hopeful one.

And that’s when you hear it. The voice that you had grown up loving. The voice that you had moved on hating. The voice that had pulled you from the mayhem around. The voice that had pushed you right back into that seamless pit. That voice that was now calling your name, somewhat with disbelief.

“y/n?”

“Eddie.” You whisper softly.

And all the memories and emotions long pushed to the corner, comes crashing back.

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[feathers-67]

Buck's random facts he pulls out at odd times are everything to me.❤️

You know he spent hours researching stuff the night before and is so excited to finally tell people too

[dudesrysly]

Notice how the Diaz family left each other at some point in their lives? Yeah, I’m gonna go cry now, thank you.