#thank you 911onabc

[buckaroo627]

911onabc Instagram Post: buck's on-the-fly thinking

[fannoona]

THANK YOU KENNETH pt2

[matan4il]

love the 911 meta posts, do you think you'll do them for s7 too?

Hi lovely Nonnie, thank you so much for the kind words! I'm really glad you enjoyed my past meta posts, and I hope you're able to use my pinned post to find them all easily.

Sadly, my medical state has left me with a lot less time and energy than in previous years, and I won't be able to make the Buddie meta posts like I used to, at least not in real time. Maybe at some point I can sit down, and write something to overall analyze s7 for Buddie, kinda like I did for seasons 2 and 3A, and if I do, anyone following me will of course be the first to know. That said, I did feel the need to scream at stuff as I was watching 701, and so the first watch reactions were born for s7. You can find them here. They're not exactly the same, but I hope they still have something to offer.

Thank you for being interested, and kind. Never underestimate how much your kindness matters! Hope you have a great day. xoxox

[911whatsyourgratitude]

Athena Grant must have back pains from carrying the show on her back‼️

Who Is Your Favorite Character?

[bidisasterevankinard]

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

What inspires you and you writing?

A lot of things. Canon situations/phrases, interesting (painful, smart, funny and etc) posts on Tumblr, songs, sometimes movies give me ideas too. But my inspiration to start writing again was April's @heartbeatdiaz fics. Love them so much

Do you research for you fics?

Yes. I researched stuff about blood transfusion, Vegas (cause I'm not American and never was in Vegas), pregnancy symptoms, how long broken ribs heal and I will continue research stuff I need.

What fics do you prefer on scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

No preferences in general, just sometimes I prefer more canon things, sometimes something in between canon and wildly original and sometimes I want only original things. But I will read everything just main thing is if this don't have things I don't like

Ask me about writing

[mishtershpock]

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[911bts]

oliverstarkk: Thanks for tuning in to our spooky Halloween episode of @/911onabc ! I really had great fun capturing these images on @/ilfordphoto’s #ilforddelta3200. And thank you to @/nicefilmclub for always doing such a great job with the development and scanning! 🎃🚨

[elvensorceress]

not quite tuesday tidbit teases

it's probably tuesday somewhere and this just popped in my head and I wanted to share. what do you think? do we want more?

tagging if any of you want to share something 😘 @hippolotamus @eddiebabygirldiaz @messyhairdiaz @rainbow-nerdss @tizniz @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @monsterrae1 @diazsdimples @watchyourbuck @wh0re-behavi0r @911onabc @chaosandwolves @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @rogerzsteven @epicbuddieficrecs @bekkachaos @fiona-fififi @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @the-likesofus @hoodie-buck @lover-of-mine @mikereads @jesuiscenseedormir @lemonzestywrites 💕

It’s just after midnight and Buck is going to bed. 

He’s been saying this for a couple hours but YouTube had too many AItA videos and Instagram had those gorgeously edited food recipe posts and he doesn’t even want to talk about the doomscrolling of TikTok. But he had a day off and it was supposed to be with Tommy so they could take the weekend and go somewhere fun and romantic, but then Tommy had to work. Buck could’ve gone in with the rest of A shift. But it was nice to have some alone time for himself so he took time for himself. 

His phone goes off with a call five seconds after he’s gotten into bed. It’s a number he doesn’t know. So he could ignore it. Or wait until they’ve left a message. But who would call at this hour for no reason? Or for scamming, telemarketing reasons? 

So Buck answers. 

“Buckley?” The man on the other end says. He sounds vaguely familiar but not enough that Buck came put a name or face with a voice. 

“Uh, yeah? Who is this?” 

“Mehta. Captain Mehta. Of the 133.”

“Oh, hey,” Buck says, automatically friendly and smiling. That makes sense now. “What’s up? Why the— why are you calling?” Why would he call in the middle of the night?

Why does anyone call in the middle of the night.

“Buckley,” he says and it sounds… it sounds… it sounds like…

They have him now. They’ll take care of him. Why don’t we get you cleaned up. He’s in good hands. They’ll rush him to surgery. You don’t have to worry. Let’s get you cleaned up. 

Lets get you cleaned up.

Buck can’t breathe. His whole body is cold. Frozen. 

He tries to get out of bed. He tries, but just slides to the floor beside it. He doesn’t make it any further.

“Buckley, there was a helicopter crash. Your team, our team we went to rescue the pilot. Your, uh, sorry, I don’t know what you call him, but your boyfriend? Life partner? He—”

Oh god. No. No, that’s not. That’s not happening. That is not what is happening right now. This can’t be a, Tommy is dead and I’m letting you know. It can’t be that. It’s not. They were going to—

They were supposed to have a romantic trip together. Wine tasting and some kind of museum Tommy thought Buck would love and maybe a visit to a hot springs up north and they were going to watch the sunset and the sunrise and—

And he can’t be dead. He can’t be.

“He’s alive,” Mehta says. “We’re at Cedars-Sinai. He’s alive, but. It doesn’t look good. He’s in the ICU now. He’s critical.”

Buck pushes himself up. Has to. He has to be there. 

He barely remembers to thank Mehta or even end the call before he switches off his phone and runs out the door. 

~

The drive is a blur. The drive is probably very illegal and he doesn’t know how he doesn’t crash, but he doesn’t have time to wait for an Uber or for anyone else. He runs as fast as possible to the ER lobby, and almost runs directly into Chimney. 

Not almost. Buck crashes into him and almost knocks them both to the floor but that almost actually is an almost because Chim somehow steadies them both. 

He’s pale. Shaken up. His eyes are red. He’s been crying. 

“Chim,” Buck says as broken as he feels. “Chim, where— where is he? What happened? How did this happen? Please tell me he’s okay. He can’t be dying, right? That can’t be happening?”

Chim opens his mouth and grips Buck’s arms tighter, still trying to steady him. “Buck, we— we don’t know yet. It was bad, but he’s tough. You know that. He could be fine.”

Buck lets out a broken whimper and backs away from him. “No. He is fine. He’s fine and this isn’t happening. I just— Chim, I just found him. I can’t lose him already.” 

There’s a flash of something on Chimney’s face but there’s movement around Buck, too. Other people. Bobby, he’s pretty sure. And Hen. They would be here. They would try to comfort him. But they don’t need to because it’s fine. Everything is fine and this isn’t happening. 

It can’t be happening. 

He can’t be dying.

There’s more movement and it’s all blurry, probably filtered through tears, but then everything stops. The world stops. 

Tommy is right in front of him. Whole, alive, real, a little rumpled and there are bloody scratches and bandages on his face and around his arm. But he’s here. He’s fine.

Buck slams into him, throws his arms around him, and sobs as he clutches him. 

“Baby,” Tommy says softly as he hugs Buck tightly, cradling him, comforting him, and Buck can breathe. He’s not frozen. Everything is okay. They were all wrong. Buck knew they were wrong. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tommy tells him and holds him tighter. 

Buck pulls back just to look at him. “No, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He takes a deep breath and smiles because Tommy is fine. He’s right here and everything is good. Buck touches Tommy’s battered face and caresses him gently. He’s bruised and also pale, and very soggy. It’s been stormy tonight. Another reason why Buck wasn’t all that eager to go out in it. “They told me—  fuck, they scared me. I thought— I thought I lost you. I was so scared. I don’t want to lose you. He told me—Mehta, Captain Mehta— he called and told me there was a helicopter crash and my boyfriend was in the ICU and he’s critical and it didn’t look good, and I can’t— god, I can’t. Tommy, I—”

Tommy’s face isn’t good. It’s pale. Bad. Not smiling. Not relieved. It falls and he can’t even hide the devastation on it. He looks like guilt and death, and his mouth moves but nothing comes out. “Evan,” he finally says, barely says. It’s too quiet, too broken. “Evan…”

No. No, Buck doesn’t like that. He doesn’t want to throw up right now. And he just might. His heart is rabbit speed lightning and his legs don’t exist anymore and there’s an awful blackhole of apocalyptic world-ending destruction swirling and growing in his stomach. 

Someone takes his arm. Someone needs his attention. He’s moved from Tommy’s arms because there is no safety or comfort anymore. There’s no relief. There’s no happily ever after, nothing will ever be okay. 

Buck knows why Mehta said what he said. He knows who isn’t here. He knows who would have come to him and immediately comforted him. 

He knows. 

He knows what this is now. It can’t be that. It can’t. Buck doesn’t know anything.

Hen tells him. She holds his arm and says calmly even if it’s broken. Everything is broken. They’re all broken. “Buck. It’s Eddie.”

No. No, it isn’t. It isn’t that either. Buck really can’t take that. It was bad enough, unimaginable enough the other way. It can’t be this. 

He’s already done this. They did this before. More than once. Forty plus feet of cruel earth and a whirling burst of metal and blood all over him. 

Eddie’s blood was all over him. 

“The helicopter went down and got stuck on the cliffs. He went in so he could pull Tommy out, and we got Tommy out,” Hen tells him, every word a knife stabbing through both of them. All of them. 

“He saved me,” Tommy says, quiet and full of regret. “He saved me and went down with it. They thought it was stable enough. It wasn’t. They got him out after. But…”

Buck collapses to his knees on the floor and holds his head in his own hands as if he can somehow hold himself together when there’s no holding himself together. 

It’s Eddie.

It’s Eddie it’s Eddie it’s Eddie. 

Buck shatters like flimsy glass and sobs in all the pieces that are ripped out of him. What about Chris? What about Abuela? What about Eddie’s parents and sisters and friends and everyone else who loves him?

What about Buck? They can’t be BuckandEddie without Eddie. 

“I need to see him,” Buck suddenly says to the closest person who will listen. “I need to be with him. Please. Please.”

There’s arguing that happens. Bobby yells at someone. Hen, Chim, and Tommy stay around him like a protective guard. Until someone finally agrees. He’s not in surgery, they can’t take him to surgery yet. He’s not stable enough. But he’s on a ventilator, life support. They warn him and Buck doesn’t care. He knows how bad these things can be. He’s lived through several. 

They give him five minutes. 

They’ll have to drag him out with an armed guard if they think Buck will agree to only that. But at least it’s something. 

It’s something. 

Eddie is mostly covered. Blankets, wires, tubes, IV lines, bandages. He’s paler than all of them. Slightly blue-purple, cyanotic. They tell him a few things but Buck can’t hear them. He just wants to be with Eddie. 

Buck sits beside him and rests a shaking hand over Eddie’s hand, under the blankets where it’s trying to be warm. Buck would give anything to keep him warm, and alive. 

Eddie needs to stay alive. He needs to. 

Buck rests his forehead on the side of the bed near their joined hands. He would say something if he had the capacity to form words and sentences. The only thing in his head right now is, don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.

And that’s probably all he can say. All that really matters. 

Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, please, don’t ever leave me.

(read now on AO3)

[texasbama]

911onABC: Happy 14th birthday, @/iamgavinmchugh. ✨ Thank you for being the brightest light and filling every room you enter with joy. Hope you have the most special day! (x)

[monsterrae1]

🏥🚑tease tidbit Tuesday 🚑🏥

Tagged by @bidisasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela thank you besties

Im back to doing tag games just cause I wanna tease this fic hopefully coming to an ao3 near you tomorrow 🖤

“Hey baby,” Buck said, climbing into the ambulance. Eddie turned around, his hands full of gauze, a big smile on his face, “God, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” 

“Come here,” Eddie said softly and let the boxes in his hands fall into the stretcher, his hand reaching out to grab Buck’s scrubs and pull him into him.

Their lips joined in a slow unrushed kiss, taking their time to taste each other like they hadn’t had a chance to do in two weeks. Buck sighed into the kiss, opening up his mouth so Eddie could deepen the kiss.

There wasn’t much room in the back of the ambulance for them to really go anywhere, but Eddie wrapped his arms around Buck’s waist and without breaking their kiss, he pushed Buck towards the bench and ,ade him seat down, immediately straddling his lap as he settled himself on top of Buck.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Eddie said and dived down for another kiss.

The 118 had an ongoing joke about how codependent Buck and Eddie were, how when they weren’t on shift they would do everything together - chores, shopping, - Buck and Eddie always shrugged and said they just preferred being together and there was nothing wrong with that. It wasn’t very often that they had opposite shifts for such a long time, and Buck would be the first to admit that he was starting to go into withdrawals from not seeing his husband.

“Let’s quit our jobs, I hate working opposite shifts,” Buck said as he wrapped his arms tight around Eddie’s waist, keeping him pressed to him. Eddie laughed and kissed him again.

“We have a kid, and a mortgage, you know.”

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[buckaroo627]

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[fannoona]

THANK YOU KENNETH!!!

[matan4il]

I just wanted to say congratulations on your bisexual fireman. I thought of you right away but I couldn't remember your username. May this be a harbinger of many more joyous occasions to come. 💗💗💗💗💗

lol I love this so much, lovely. Thank you! XD I obviously can't take credit for it, but I love that I got to be here, and screaming about him and being bi, since season 1! I'm glad you managed to find me, despite my unusual (and therefore hard to remember) username, because it's such a wonderful message, and I am gonna wish you the same right back, for this to be a source of joy, and the start of many more such occasions! <333

I hope it's okay to reply to another 911 related ask in the same post...

I’m the anon who sent that meta ask. Omg thank you so much!! That’s more than enough for me to start with 🥰

Hi Nonnie! :D I'm so glad that my reply about Buddie meta for beginners was helpful! I hope you have a great time with it, and with the ship itself, I think it's gonna be a beautiful thing, to get to watch together Buck's story continue to unfold! ^u^ Thank you so much again for the kind words, and please never hesitate to come scream along with me about our oblivious, in love firefighters! <333

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

fuck it friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire

thank you lovelies! <3

haven't had really any time to work on anything besides secret fic (which is nearly done HUZZAH) but here's some sleepy silly drunk buck for yall from drunk confession fic

Eddie’s fingers brush across Buck’s eyebrow, feather light and timid.

Buck feels it all the way down to his toes.

“Alright. Get some rest. And try not to fall off the couch or strangle yourself with the blankets, okay?”

Buck cracks open one eye and growls. “Happened one time.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow, amusement settling deep into his face and making him shine in the darkness. His fingers keep caressing over Buck’s skin, moving from his eyebrow down to his cheek and then finally tracing the line of his jaw.

Buck wants to open his mouth wide, let Eddie explore inside there too, take his fingers in deep and just keep them there, all warm and wet and safe.

But exhaustion is clawing too hard at him, so he silently vows to ask Eddie if he can suck on his fingers later.

Eddie is still looking at him pointedly, like he is waiting for something. Buck huffs and closes his eyes, turning his head to the side and mumbling into his pillow, “Fine. Happened three times. Whatev’r.”

An acknowledging and teasing hum travels through the air, light and rich and far prettier than a hum has any right to be, but of course it is because it’s Eddie’s.

tagging @spaceprincessem @elvensorceress @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @diazass @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @chronicowboy @housewifebuck @folk-fae @gayedmundodiaz @bvckandeddie @colonoscopys @eddiediaaz @zerokinkade @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @thewolvesof1998 @loserdiaz @rogerzsteven @buddierights @monsterrae1 @911onabc @lemonzestywrites @rewritetheending @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @bucks118 @butchdiaz @callmenewbie @transboybuckley and anyone else who wants to share!

[bidisasterevankinard]

moss choccy milk spicy mayo <3333

ILYSM KIRBY 💙💙💙💙 also yep, I fogoy moss on my ask

How you feel about me

[thewolvesof1998]

Inspiration Saturday/Sevenish Sentence Sunday:

Tagged by: @daffi-990 and @loserdiaz

There's a mood board above that is inspired by some of the moments in they don’t know (your name is already mine) aka Dog Tags Fic/Mistaken Identity/Christmas Fic:

“Mr Nash, I am so sorry about the mix-up.” “How did it happen?” The doctor holds out a plastic bag, “He had no ID on him apart from this, we just assumed,” Bobby takes the bag, inside is a pair of dog tags, he can just make out Eddie’s name on them, “We’ve contacted Mr Buckley’s emergency contact,” “Eddie.” “Yes, we left him a message, his phone went to voicemail, but you are also on Mr Buckley’s emergency contact list, so you are welcome to stay.” “Buck has a history of clotting and an allergy to-” “-Naproxen, yes Mrs Grant informed us.”  Bobby nods, eyes still stuck on the dog tags, “Thank you, Doctor,” Athena says.  He feels Athena’s hand on his arm, he looks up at her, “Why was Buck wearing Eddie’s tags? I-I didn’t even know he still had them.” She shrugs, “I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough, depends on if Eddie gets here first or Buck wakes up.” “Do you know something I don’t?” He asks but his wife just gives him another kiss on his cheek before turning to enter Buck’s hospital room. He tucks the bag in his jacket pocket before one of his team gets nosey about it, he’s got a hunch about it meaning something big and he wants to give Buck and Eddie the chance to tell them their selves.

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tagging because they wanted to be updated on the fic- it's not ready yet but it's getting there, so I hope you enjoy the snippet to tie you over: @blurredbuddie @aquamarineglitter