#the Evans fam

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

HSM families: the Evans family

Ryan Evans: dad, daddy, daddo

Aricka Evans: mom, momma, Ma

Sebastian Matthews-Smith, 16

David “Davey” Ryan Evans, 14

Eponine Cosette Evans, six months old

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo

Tags: Aricka x Ryan, you are the music in me, the Evans fam

[thetouchof118]

caught in 4k 📸

[feral-peacock]

Abc: welcome to the abc family how do you feel about Buck being queer?

Oliver:

[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.

[confessionseddie]

It's a beautiful thing, isn't it? Having a crew like this behind you, even when things go wrong. Especially when things go wrong.

season 7 › season 8 requested by anon

[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

[eliotwaughdeservesbetter]

I want to see Buck lash out. Like in his place I'd be so furious. Everyone tells him what to do. "You're gonna find someone special" "You need to move on" "Don't text Tommy" "Don't call Tommy" etc. They even grab his phone from him. They treat him like a child. He's 33 years old.

So, i really need him to shout, scream after another moving on speech. Like he screams at them being hypocritical. Cause none of them ever gave up and moved on from people they love. And why Buck should do it? Why he can't fight for his relationship? For his man, who he loves? And he doesn't need anyone special if it's not Tommy.

[peppermintquartz]

Eddie is checking his phone as he unlocks the door to Buck's apartment, and barely glances up at Buck standing behind the island.

"Chris just texted me," Eddie says with a broad smile on his face and he puts the bag of beers and snacks on the island to text his son back.

"That's, uh, that's great," says Buck.

It's the fact that his best friend doesn't ask for more details that kicks Eddie's subconscious into realising there's something off. He blinks and looks up again.

Buck is blushing. He is wearing his apron - only his apron, from what Eddie can tell from the far end of the island.

Eddie then takes in the dimmed lights, hears the soft music, and the fact that there's nothing cooking on the stove.

And Buck is not moving an inch from where he's standing. And if Eddie shifts a step back and studies the shadowed reflection in the big glass windows...

Eddie takes a deep breath. "Do I wanna ask where Tommy is?"

A big hand sneaks up from below the island, followed by the top of Tommy's head. His hair is very rumpled.

"Hey." The hoarse quality of his voice tells Eddie a lot more than he should know.

Sighing, Eddie grabs a beer from the bag to head out. "I'll wait in my car."

Buck is so red that he's almost the shade of his birthmark. "Maybe, um. Another ten minutes."

"Twenty," Tommy counters.

"I'll go for a drive," Eddie says, resolutely not looking in their direction as he walks out of the loft.

He should return those keys.

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edited on AO3

[emolionsrawr]

bobby: excuse me, sorry to disturb you but i've lost my children, is it okay if i use the tannoy to ask them to meet me at the front?

cashier: oh! yes of course, here you go

bobby: thank you

bobby: *leans in close* this is bobby nash, and i have one thing to say to my children.. goodbye you little shits

cashier: *snorts*

bobby: *walks out of the shop with the shopping*

hen, chimney, eddie, buck and tommy: *runs after him*

cashier: those were fully grown adults.. you know what i don't get paid enough for this

[worshippin]

so much of mismag2 has been 'evan kelmp finds out how Extra he is about his friends but also how he is actually very specifically insane about sam especially' (and about sam slowly realizing she actually is the greatest wizard who's ever lived and evan was never just saying that). it is at the same time so goddamn hilarious but also so freaking adorable and beautiful, ugh

[loonylupin2]

[military-newsboys]

Buck: Shh! I told Eddie that Dad was dead.

Maddie: Why would you do that?

Buck: Because he's a narcissistic sociopath.

Maddie: Then what are you marrying him for?

Buck: I'm talking about Dad.

Maddie: Oh. Oh, yeah. He totally is.

[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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[starsforbuckley]

INCORRECT 9-1-1 QUOTE

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Chimney, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Buck, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Hen, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Eddie, trembling: What are we playing?!

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• fandom: 9-1-1

[confessionseddie]

9-1-1 Past is Prologue | 5.09

[murdockbuckley]

the 118 constantly