#hen and chim

[popcornatmidnight]

the words "the first of many, i'm sure" make me SO emotional because chimney really is hen's ride or die on a level that is genuinely untouched by any of the other dynamics on the show (in my opinion). he followed her down that hillside. he will follow her anywhere. he trusts her so completely. he never questions her instincts. he reminds her that she is the best caregiver he knows and the world needs her back. just like when she reminded him that he did everything right when shannon died and she always knew he would be a great captain. they keep pulling each other out of holes again and again. they are the first pieces of the 118 puzzle and them meeting is The Event that ushers an era of change at the 118. don't even get me started on the jonah of it all!!!! cause what do you mean she had to watch him almost die as his heart had stopped TWICE (while screaming and begging jonah to stop) but hen and chim are just always so in sync that they communicated wordlessly and managed to shock him even when hen was tied up and distraught and chimney was barely conscious and kind of delirious and then he CRAWLED to her because she couldn't move just so they could hold each other and and said "it was a team effort"?????? i am UNWELL. nobody is doing it like them!!!!!

(please also read @henrenologist's post on hen and chim which was the first thing i read after waking up and it immediately had me in my feelings about them and inspired me to write this sbsnsnskks)

[dqmens]

I actually don’t think Hen overstepped at all during the whole purposal thing with Chim. She wasn’t mean, pushy, or trying to force her opinion until she blew up at Chim when he lost the ring. (Side note : when Maddie came to her house she looked like she was gearing up for a fight and I would’ve rioted if she acted like a bitch towards Hen)

Hen is Chim’s BEST FRIEND.Hen was just looking at what canonically happened with Chim and Maddie and the information she had. She was never pushy, she just made sure Chim stopped and really thought about his decisions. There’s nothing wrong with that. No matter what he chose she was going to be on his side. When Hen said “why is it always about what Maddie deserves” or whatever I kind of agreed as well

[elvensorceress]

THEM 🥰💕

[livsoulsecrets]

Thinking about Chim following Hen down that hill so many years ago because she saw what no one else did and that was the beginning of the trust between them. And now he takes in her daughter because he knows it’s the right thing to do for Maya and for her family and he will always follow Hen down all the hills and now I’m just babbling and crying

[miriam-heddy]

Title of collage: We're all besties at the 118, right?

Buck: You know, or one of us got moved to another house, we would still all stay in touch.

Eddie: EXACTLY. LIKE YOU TWO. YOU STILL KEEP IN TOUCH WITH THE GUYS THAT USED TO BE HERE, RIGHT?

Chim : I spoke with Tommy last year. was calling to ask for a favor, but...

Hen: UM, I DON'T KNOW IF WE'D CALL SOME OF THEM FRIENDS.

Tommy: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

Record Scratch Cartoon: https://xkcd.com/1745

[kenobiee]

who’s gonna make the 118 version?

[ebdaydreamer]

Bobby: I'm reassigning Chimney to the academy

Hen: How could you do this to me?

[yuhkoo]

The way Buck and Natalia barely know each other like they literally just met, and suddenly, she's the one?😭 Same thing with Eddie and Marisol. Like, the writers need to bffr like i know buddies not gonna go canon, and thats wtv honestly, but they don't gotta ruin the plot just to prove that.

[demisexual-eddie-diaz]

Kiss You on the Dance Floor -

A Buddie fic inspired by the song “A secret love song” by Little Mix

(Buck’s Suit) (Eddie’s Suit)

Bobby and Athena were having an anniversary party, and Eddie wanted Buck to be his date.

He wasn’t going to ask him directly, of course, but he hoped Buck would figure it out when he asked him to teach him how to slow dance.

Eddie was completely useless when it came to slow dancing.

“I’m Mexican”, he’d say “we do not slow dance. We Salsa!”

“Eddie, this is not a ‘Salsa’ kind of event. You need to learn how to slow dance.” Buck stated as they were climbing up the stairs to the firehouse loft one day.

Eddie turned around and looked at Buck in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Then teach me. If you know how to ‘slow dance so well’, teach me.”

The whole loft went dead silent. Even Bobby stopped cutting up the fruit to see what was going on.

“Okay, I will.” Buck says, poking Eddie’s chest. “Chris has his sleepover, so he won’t make fun of us.”

“My porch has plenty of room.”

“That it does, it’s perfect.”

“It’s a date, then.”

“It’s settled. A date.” Buck smiled back at an extremely nervous Eddie.

Ravi leaned into Hen and Chim’s space.

“Did they finally, you know?”

“They did not, my friend. They did not.” Chim answered.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Hen sighed.

“How?”

“We don’t know.” They replied at the same time, shaking their heads.

“We don’t know.”

Eddie couldn’t figure out what the hell he was supposed to wear to learn how to dance. He didn’t want to seem too dressed up, but didn’t want to look completely unkept.

He settled on dark jeans and a loose button up. He was pacing, worrying that he was overdressed when Buck walked in.

‘Holy shit,’ Eddie thought.

‘Holy shit.’

Buck was wearing his light pink button up with light colored jeans.

Eddie had seen him wear this a hundred times, but this time felt different. So very different.

“Hey, Eds,” Buck beamed up at Eddie.

“So, I brought a small speaker so we can hear the songs clearly and pizza and a salad for later.”

“Yeah, uh- that’s great. Thank you.”

Buck turned back around and gave Eddie a concerned look.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he laughed, “you’re going to do great.” He said, taking Eddie’s hands in his own.

“Yeah. I hope so. Can’t embarrass myself in front of everyone.”

“You won’t. I’ve got you.” Buck said, squeezing Eddie’s hands a bit.

“Come on,” he said, dragging him out of the house. “Let’s do this.”

Eddie was better at this than he thought he’d be. He only stepped on Buck’s feet a few times. It could be worse.

And as if on cue, Buck took his right hand out of Eddie’s and lifted his chin with it.

“Hey, stop looking so worried. You’re doing amazing.”

“Yeah.?” Eddie asked, staring up at those damn blue eyes.

“Yes,” Buck says, moving his hand back.

“Truly, you’re doing amazing. You also look pretty good doing so, if I might add.”

“Eh, I’m not sure about that. I just grabbed this out of my closet. You, however, look amazing.”

“If you say so. Are you hungry yet?”

“A bit. I’m assuming you are?”

“Very much so.”

“Let’s go in. Even if I’d rather do this all night.”, Eddie joked.

“We could, if you’d like. I was going to make you watch Brokeback Mountain again, though.”

“Oh, absolutely not. Never again. I can’t believe you made me watch that.”

“That so? Thought you liked it, cowboy.”

“Shut up.”

“Mhm.” Buck said, blushing.

If all of that wasn’t enough to get Buck to realize he wanted him to be his date, maybe this will.

They’re back at work the next day, sitting across from each other at the table.

“Hey, Bobby,” Eddie looks up.

“Yes?”

“What’s the dress code? For the party?”

“I think Athena wants people to wear dresses and suits, but as long as it looks nice, it’s fine.”

“Color scheme?”

“Spring, I think. Like pastels and such.”

“Thanks, Cap.”

Eddie pauses before looking at the man across from him.

“Buck?”

“Eds.”

“Do you have anything that would work for that?”

“No, you?”

“No..we should go get something to wear together.”

“Yes!,” Buck says excitedly, “We totally should. We’ll take Chris after school to that suit shop and get something.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“We should match.”

“We could.”

“Good. It’ll be cute.” The smiling man said.

Oh come on.

He’s got to know.

Maybe Eddie’s being the

dumb one now.

“Buck!” Christopher yelled as he climbed into the truck,

with Eddie’s help.

“Chris!”

“We thought we’d go get something new for Bobby and Anthena’s party, mijo. That sound good?”

“Sounds great!” Chris smiled, buckling his seatbelt.

After about a thirty minute ride, they arrived at the shop.

Buck helped Chris down and shut the door.

“So, Superman, what color do you think you’d want?”

“Maybe green?” He said walking into the shop.

“That would look amazing. How ‘bout you, Eds?”

“Not sure, you?”

“Probably a light blue. I think it’d look good.”

“Me too.” Eddie agreed, smiling fondly at the man walking next to him.

“Can I help you?” The clerk asked.

“We’re looking for pastel suits. I think this guy” Buck says, putting his hands on Chrises shoulders, “wants green.”

“We can do that. And you two?” She said, looking up at Eddie.

“I’m not sure, he’s the clothing guy.”

She laughed and looked over at Buck.

“I’d want blue. I think Eddie would look amazing in pink, if I can talk him into it.”

“Pink?”

“Yes, Eds, pink.”

“We can do that too, just this way.”

Buck settled on this gorgeous light blue suit that Eddie thinks he’ll hold in his memory forever.

Buck said he planned on wearing it open with a somewhat unbuttoned white shirt.

He thinks if he sees him in that, he’ll simply pass away.

Buck did talk Eddie into a pink suit, but only because of the way he smiled while Eddie was wearing it.

God, why does he have to be so cute?

Chris got a simple green suit, but it looks good on him.

“Okay, so, we’ll go and drop these off at home and then get burgers?” Buck suggests.

‘Home’. Eddie loves it when Buck calls his house home.

“Sounds good, Buck.” Eddie says, while pulling his card out.

“Just the two, or all three, sir?” The clerk asks him.

“All three, please.”

“Eddie, come on.” Buck says, smacking his arm.

“All three.” Eddie says, turning to look at Buck.

“Fine. But I’m getting dinner.”

“Hear that, Chris? Order whatever you want at dinner. Buck’s paying.”

“Yes!”

“You’re screwed now, cowboy. He’s going to order the whole menu.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure he will.”

The clerk smiled when Eddie called Buck ‘cowboy’.

He didn’t think about how embarrassing that was, but the blush on Buck’s face makes it all worth it.

They leave with three suits and one tie.

A light blue one, to match Buck’s suit, for Eddie to wear.

They climb into the truck and head off to Eddie’s.

The dinner bill adding up to sixty-eight dollars, before Buck’s twenty dollar tip.

“So,” Buck starts, leaving Chris's room, “I’m staying here for the night?”

He moves his hands to his pockets, looking up at Eddie.

“Yeah, if you want. You know you don’t have to ask that.”

“I mean, it might be better if I get ready at the stupid loft. So I can surprise you when I get there.”

“I guess you could.”

“Yeah, that might be a better idea, actually. So you’ll have the room to get dressed, and so will I.”

“Okay, yeah. It’s whatever you think is best.” Eddie says, following Buck to the door.

“I’ll miss being at home for the night.”

Buck states, stopping at the now open door.

“I’ll miss having you here too. But I think you’re right. You like your space to get dressed into fancy clothes.”

“Yeah, I do.” Buck says looking into Eddie’s a bit longer than he should’ve.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.” Buck speaks up.

“Yeah, you too.”

They bring each other into a tight hug and Eddie smiles at the smell of Buck’s strawberry shampoo.

Buck pulls himself in closer before finally letting go.

“Bye, cowboy.” Buck laughs, turning to go to his Jeep.

“Bye, Buckaroo.” Eddie replies.

He watches Buck pull out of the driveway before turning around to enter his home.

He locks the door with a click, and goes into his bathroom to shower.

Eddie wakes at seven am, on a Saturday, even though the party isn’t until six.

He’d like to say it was because he got a good nights rest, but in reality, he got up because he was tired of staring at his ceiling.

He couldn’t sleep. All night.

All he could think of was Buck in that suit, and trying to figure out how to hide the expression on his face when he’ll see him.

He was also trying to figure out if Buck realized it was a date.

He still didn’t know for sure.

A few minutes later his phone dings and it’s a text from Buck.

‘Cowboy<3’: hey, you up?

‘Eds<3’: yes, why?

‘Cowboy<3’: just wanted to ask you

something

‘Eds<3’: ok, what’s that?

‘Cowboy<3’: •••

‘Eds<3’: Buck?

‘Cowboy<3’: is this a date?

‘Eds<3’: only if you want it to. if not, then

it doesn’t have to be.

‘Cowboy<3’: i want it to be a date

‘Eds<3’: then it is, I should’ve asked you

directly.

‘Cowboy<3’: you basically did, and so

did I, I might add. But I was

just making sure I wasn’t

reading anything wrong.

‘Eds<3’: you didn’t

‘Cowboy<3’: good, see you later:)

‘Eds<3’: see you later:))

Eddie and Chris get there before Buck does.

He knows this because he would know if Buck was in the room.

He’d feel it.

“Wow, Eddie, you look great. And you too, Chris. Buck isn’t here yet.” May says, walking up to them.

“Uh, thanks. You too. And tell me if you see him before I do?”

“Will do.” She says, turning to leave.

“Damnnn, Eddie. Look at you!” Hen says walking over, with Karen and Denny close behind.

“Yeah, you too.” He replies. But all is lost the second Buck walks in through the doors.

He has the top three buttons of his shirt undone, showing off his collarbones.

He looks like a Greek god, with his blue suit and bright eyes shining against the cream colored walls of the venue.

He walks over to Bobby, first, handing him a small gift.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off of him as he greets his other friends.

He knows Hen and Chris are talking but can’t hear a word of what they’re saying. Chris shakes his arm and he’s pulled somewhat out of his trance.

“Oh good, he’s still breathing.”

“That is good, Chris. For a minute I thought we lost him.”

Eddie gives them a weak smile as Buck makes his way over to them.

“God, Buck.” Eddie says when he’s close enough to hear.

“I guess that answers my question of ‘how do I look?’”

“It does,” Hen says smiling. “I think you gave him a mini heart attack when you walked in.”

“That was the point.” Buck says, smiling towards Eddie.

“Yeah, it worked.” Eddie breathed out.

Hen took Chris’ hand and they walked over to a table to sit down, and to give Buck and Eddie some privacy.

“You look really, really, really good, Evan. I do think I had a ‘mini heart attack’.”

“Sorry?,” he says, taking Eddie’s hand. “Let’s dance, show off your new skills.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll do my best.”

The first song is a fairly simple one. No real slow dancing required, which was nice.

A few dances later and they're smiling like idiots at each other, Buck’s hands on Eddie’s shoulders and Eddie’s hands on Buck’s waist.

Then the music slows down, definitely not by Bobby’s request.

The song Secret Love Song by Little Mix is playing.

Eddie loves this song and knows all of the lyrics to it.

He moves one of his hands to Buck’s shoulder and lifts the other one to meet him halfway.

He blushes when Buck moves his hand down to his waist and wraps his figures around Eddie’s hand.

He whispers a “this is what we practiced for” in his ear, and he swears, a chill rushes over his whole body.

He’s aware that the whole room is ‘not’ looking at them, but he doesn’t really care.

When it gets to the chorus of the song, Eddie shifts slightly so Buck’s head can rest on his shoulder.

Buck ends up wrapping his arm around Eddie’s back while Eddie’s free hand finds Buck’s hair.

Eddie begins to hum the song, and then, quietly, starts singing the lyrics to Buck.

“Why can’t you hold me in the street, why can’t you kiss me on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that, why can't we be like that?

‘Cause I’m yoursss.”

The song ends and they separate a bit, still holding each other.

“I am yours.” Buck says, looking up at Eddie.

“And I’m yours.”

The lights are still low and the next song starts, everyone around them begins dancing again. But they remain looking at each other.

Eddie places his hands on the sides of Buck’s face and brings him close to his own face.

He softly brings his lips to Buck’s and they melt into each other immediately.

They stay like that for a few seconds, before breaking the kiss.

“It is ‘like that’ now, Eddie. You kissed me on the dance floor.” Buck says, with a smirk.

“I did.”

“Do it again?”

“Always.” He says, giving Buck another small kiss.

“I love you, Evan.”

“I love you too…cowboy.”

[whateverthedragonswant]

I love that even in this AU coma dream, Hen and Chim are still best friends. BFF's for life.

[popcornatmidnight]

i really need more hen and chim shenanigans in season eight. let them solve and/or commit a crime again together!!!

[chimmaddie]

buck has no chance at being chims best man frankly. Who went to the landfill to search for a fucking ring with him???? Who submitted his picture to the sexy fire fighter calendar????? Who got kidnapped together trying to prove an emt was harming people???? Who did he follow down that hill side (first of many) and cry with????? Not buck!!!!

[ravens-words]

Sometimes, as a best friend, you can lose sight of the big picture. You can become so protective of your best friend, your person, that you develop tunnel vision. I absolutely understand what Hen's saying, I absolutely get where she's coming from, but it doesn't mean she's 100% right, just like Buck wasn't right about hiding where Maddie went from Chim.

It doesn't matter how close you are to your best friend/sibling, you'll never fully understand what goes on in two people's romantic relationship, no matter how much you hear about it.

[soldierandawar]

The terrifying thing about Hen and Chim's dynamic for S8 is that they've always been beside each other. Everything in their lives is intertwined, and they rarely keep secrets. But how do you tell your best friend you're jealous of the time he's spending with your daughter? How do you tell him that their bonding is breaking your heart? When he says he has two kids at home, you feel your place as her mother slipping away? And you know she's safe, loved, and cared for, and that's all that should matter. But you're missing out on these important moments, how what she likes is changing and what she enjoys is evolving. Sure, you guys have family dinners, but there's so much of her day that you're missing. So much of that time that's spent away from her. Because you're fighting tooth and nail to put your family back together, and he gets to just...enjoy it.

[livsoulsecrets]

Hen&Chim Fic - And I blink in sight of your blinding light

Summary: Hen reflects about her friendship with Chim when he tells her about seeing Kevin while he was sick in 7x06.

Read on AO3.

-

It was strange how you could mourn someone you had never met.

And yet Hen did. She mourned Kevin because he was Chim’s as much as Chim was hers.

Their lives had become so tangled up in one another that it was impossible not to feel like she knew Kevin, even though they never met.

It was impossible not to see all the parts of Chim that came from his brother and the Lees. It was there in the fierce loyalty that had him following her down a hill so many years ago, based on nothing more than a hunch. That he had learned from Kevin. Or in the undying optimism he faced life with, an echo of Anne’s kindness. It was in the way he devoted his whole self to Jee and the unwavering presence he had vowed to be in her life—that was all John.

How could she not mourn Kevin too, when he was the foundation on which her best friend had built himself?

It didn’t matter that she knew things would be very different had he lived. Maybe she wouldn’t be the one Chim had whole conversations with in silence, or perhaps they wouldn’t have grown close enough for him to trust her instincts as easily as he trusted himself. Maybe all of those roles Hen occupied in Chim’s life would be Kevin’s, as they should have been.

But she would have given them up happily if it meant Chim was spared that loss.

They had become who they are because of all they lost along the way. Chim had brought Karen into her life in the aftermath of her heartbreak, and she had welcomed him into her family because there was a hollowness in Chim’s that she could never fill but that she could in fact placate.

So when her best friend quietly told her, “I saw Kevin,” she didn’t ask him how or question if he was sure.

Instead, Hen said, “And how was he?”

He smiled sadly from his hospital bed, mere days after a too-close call with death had put him there. “Just as I remember him.”

Hen reached out for Chim and he took her hand in his. “He told me to go home. He saved me.”

“Of course he did,” she agreed. Her other hand smothered Chim’s hair. The gray was starting to seep through the dark strands more frequently now, and every time she took notice of it, the weight of all the years they had known each other for would hit her harder.

She knew some people feared it—the passing of time and the fragility age could bring—but Hen only felt stronger. It meant they had survived this long. Growing older was a privilege, but growing together was a miracle.

“I wish he could have been here for the wedding,” Chim said, squeezing her hand.

“He was,” she assured him. “I’m sure he was.”

Her best friend managed a weak smile, but she could see the barely contained pain underneath it, felt it within her heart as if it were her own—because it was, in a way, wasn’t it?

“I knew you’d understand,” he whispered.

“I do.” She placed a hand on top of Chim’s. “I’m glad he brought you back to us.”

“Nowhere I’d rather be,” Chim replied, his voice a bit slurred and his eyes fighting to stay open, but he still laughed roughly.

“Go to sleep, Chim,” Hen half ordered, half asked, still smiling, “rest up. I’m here.”

He nodded. “I know. You always are.”

“Nowhere I’d rather be either.”

Chim fell asleep quickly, his hand still holding hers, albeit with a weaker grasp.

Her back was starting to protest the odd angle, but Hen didn’t move.

She wasn’t ready to let go of him yet.

[miriam-heddy]

Don't mistake all your colleagues who take it for your friends. They may be cordial. They may appear affable. But they just need the damned job.