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missmagooglie · 2 days

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Prefacing this by saying this is not what I EXPECT to happen in 7x09 and 7x10, it's just one specific scenario that I feel particularly feral about right now... so with that said, I'm gonna throw out a dream scenario for the end of S7:

Tommy and Buck are dating and it's going well. Buck is just sort of blossoming in his new identity as a queer man. There's a self-confidence and assuredness to him that we haven't seen before

Meanwhile, Eddie has broken things off with Marisol and is quietly going through his own reevaluation of his sexuality. His awareness of his queerness happens pretty simultaneously with his realization that the way he loves Buck isn't entirely platonic, but he keeps it to himself because Buck is happy with Tommy

Episode 9 finds Eddie and Buck together off duty. Maybe they're having an argument. Maybe on the surface they're arguing about something small but somehow it feels much bigger

Mid-argument some emergency strikes. Buck and Eddie are trapped together and it's BAD. They're both in mortal peril, but it's worse for Eddie. Eddie hopes help will arrive in time to save Buck, but he's pretty sure he won't be alive to see it

(And I just want to stress - I feel like it's essential that they are off duty when this happens. They are in sync on the job, it's how they fit together outside of the job they're still figuring out)

So Eddie gets Buck's attention - because Buck hasn't given up yet. He won't. He CAN'T. He's frantically searching for solutions as Eddie repeats his name in a weakened voice, until finally he cracks and says, "Evan, please. I need you to hear this."

And in the final seconds of episode nine, Eddie Diaz looks Evan Buckley dead in the eye and tells him, "I love you"

Episode ten opens on an unrelated disaster, just to keep us gnashing our teeth a little longer

Maybe we throw some flashbacks in there for good measure

Check in on the rest of the firefam frantically trying to coordinate a rescue effort

But FINALLY they cut back to Buck and Eddie in mortal danger and replay the last few moments of episode 9. And believing these are the last words he'll ever say, Eddie tells Buck how much he loves him. He says he's sorry he realized it too late, but he could never, never regret loving him

Somehow there's a callback reference to Mitchell and Thomas, and the way Buck looked at their clasped hands as they died, and Buck realizing that dying together was never the point of their story. Living together was

And Buck is full sobbing and begging him not to give up yet because Christopher needs him and the team needs him and finally saying "and I need you, Eddie. You can't leave me. You can't-"

We get the sense that Buck is on the cusp of a love confession of his own, but before he gets the words out he's cut off by the sound of helicopter blades overhead.

Their miracle rescue arrives in time, led by none other than Buck's starting-to-be-something-serious boyfriend Tommy

After the rescue, we see Eddie in the back of the ambulance, stable and out of danger, and Buck's about to go over to him but Tommy comes running over and sweeps Buck up in his arms and kisses his temple and says, "thank god you're ok. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you"

And Buck lets himself be held, but his attention is over Tommy's shoulder looking at Eddie

Eddie, who's gonna be ok

Eddie, who loves him

Eddie, who is the absolute center of Buck's world, but Buck has never allowed himself to think of That Way

And Eddie meets Buck's eye over Tommy's shoulder and gives him a sad smile that lets Buck know he intends to go back to quietly loving Buck at just a little bit of a distance so that Buck can be happy with someone else

And just to really twist the knife, we get an overheard piece of dialogue in which Eddie refers to Buck as his "best friend" for the literal first time ever (I'm pretty sure? Up til now, any time the "best friend" label has been used it's been by Buck, but please correct me if I'm wrong.)

And the season ends there

Cue the entire fandom going APESHIT for the entirety of the summer hiatus

#911 #911 speculation #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #how do i fanfiction?#911 spec fic #tommy kinard #bi buck #queer buck #queer eddie diaz #tommybuck #tuck #kinkley #tevan #<- I'll tag it but I hate it #(the ship name not the ship)#eddie x buck

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aromanticbuck · 11 days

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AITA for coming out at my sister's wedding?

I (32M) recently realized I'm bisexual and I have my first bf (45M), he's a rescue helicopter pilot (this will be relevant later). I'm out to my sister (41F) and my coworkers, including her husband, who I have worked with for years, but not to my parents or most of the other guests. Everyone has joked that I'm a little too close to my best friend (32M), and we might as well get married, but he's straight and has a gf. They're not relevant to this story, but to give context to how much my sexuality probably shouldn't be a surprise, even if it took me by surprise.

I told my sister and her husband I was bringing a plus one, and they both knew my bf, they were supportive of it because he makes me really happy.

Everything kind of started at the bachelor party. It was just me, my brother-in-law, and my best friend, and we did the usual stuff. We stayed a night in a hotel, went out to get drunk, sang some karaoke at our usual spot. It should have been a super chill night. Until my best friend and I lost the groom??? But it way more stressful than The Hangover makes it look.

He'd been taken by these guys who tried to kill him (no, I don't know why) and we didn't realize he was missing until less than an hour before the wedding. My mom kind of threw a fit about us being late, and then blamed me for losing the groom, which is kind of a normal reaction from her. My dad didn't yell as much but again, this is a normal reaction, I'm kind of the disappointment child. Basically, we had to find my brother-in-law because he still needed to marry my sister.

Before anyone worries: they did get married. He's fine. The hospital says they're discharging him tomorrow to go home. They're gonna reschedule their honeymoon so he's well enough to enjoy it.

Long story short, it turned into a rescue mission, and driving would have taken too long, and my best friend suggested we ask my bf to borrow his helicopter again (long story, but we had to borrow him for something a few months ago, it's how we met!) so I asked him for the favor. My mom asked who he was, since my best friend just used his name, and I told her he's my boyfriend, and she freaked out about it.

When we go to the hospital with my brother-in-law, my parents both yelled at and scolded me for taking attention away from the biggest day of my sister's life by pulling some "stunt" with my bf (to SAVE my brother-in-law from being violently murdered), and I think my dad somehow grounded me?

AITA?

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chronicowboy · 18 days

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His breakup with Marisol is about as unremarkable as the rest of their relationship. There's no catastrophic muffin mess in his kitchen or divorce papers. Just a quiet I don't think this is working out, I'm sorry. Marisol hadn't even cried. She'd just nodded like she'd been waiting for it and left, didn't even need to grab anything from the house before she went and really that just reassured Eddie that this was the right choice.

So, his breakup with Marisol is unremarkable, except that it's not. It's pretty fucking remarkable when he thinks about it because it's not just that they weren't working out, not just that he really didn't care about spending time with her, not just the clench in his gut every time she touched him. No. It's pretty fucking remarkable because he realises he's in love with his best friend.

That's what pushes him over the edge, gives him the last kick he needs to actually break things off with her. Because Eddie may have sworn himself to secrecy about it the moment he realised, but he could never string someone along just because he couldn't have the real someone he wanted.

It's a fucking revelation once he has it. Not a ton of bricks, but the sun peeking out from behind the clouds on the greyest of days, bright and blinding. And the way Eddie has always thought of Buck in terms of sunshine maybe should have tipped him off sooner, but with the way Buck has been beaming over the past few weeks. Well. Eddie doesn't really think he can be blamed for only just taking his sunglasses off and daring to look directly at the light.

And, okay, so Eddie maybe makes it a full week before he decides his self-sworn secrecy absolutely is not a viable option when Buck walks through life now like a drop of sunshine in human form. It's after Buck leaves the Diaz house, walking out from a day of giggles and joy at the go-kart track they'd finally managed to convince Chris to be seen with them at, leaving behind a cosy heat like sun-warmed skin, that Eddie realises he cannot go another day without telling Buck that he's desperately, deeply in love with him.

And so, that's how Eddie finds himself at Buck's door on a random Sunday morning, knocking for the first time since Natalia waltzed out of the picture. Buck opens it a few moments later looking perfectly sleep-rumpled and soft and downright golden where he's backlit by the early morning sunlight pooling in the loft.

"Eddie," Buck breathes out, eyes darting up the stairs before refocusing on Eddie and what must be the most hopelessly lovesick expression painted across his face. "H-hey, what are you doing here?"

"I, um." Eddie takes a deep breath, suddenly nervous, and wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. "I wanted to talk to you about something. Now a good time?" And Buck must hear the slightly shaky steel in his voice because the surprise on his face morphs into a concern so quintessentially Buck that Eddie just wants to kiss it away.

"Y-yeah, of course, come on in." Buck holds the door open for him, and Eddie migrates to the fridge as Buck closes the door with the gentlest touch. "So, um, what's up?"

"I..." Eddie swallows against the heart in his throat, loses himself in the shining blue of Buck's eyes like an ocean he'd be more than happy to drown in. "I broke up with Marisol last week."

"Oh, Eddie." Buck slumps, and Eddie tries not to think that it looks a little like relief. "I'm so sorry, man. That sucks."

"No, no." Eddie waves him off with a laugh. "It's good. Was a long time coming actually." He shakes his head at himself. "I think I was dating her just to tick a box, you know? Realised you probably shouldn't be more excited about a phone call from your new buddy than one from your kinda long-term girlfriend. You definitely shouldn't be relieved when you see your best friend in the restaurant you're taking her to and disappointed when you realise he's just leaving."

And then, Buck blushes, ducks his head, does that little smile that could light up every house on South Bedford Street just like Eddie had been hoping for.

"Yeah." Buck looks up at him from under his lashes. "Probably not."

It bolsters Eddie. Buck's sunshine giving him that one last push he needs.

"There was something else I wanted to say," Eddie starts. And there isn't really any fear in him, knows they'll make it through this no matter what, just an overwhelming sense of peace to come. "I..." A deep breath, gathering all his love and devotion in his lungs so it's ready to pour out on his next inhale and—

A groan from upstairs has the words dying in his throat. A masculine groan. And then:

"Evan?"

"D-down here," Buck calls back.

Eddie can't take his eyes off the loft, stuck there like a car crash he can't look away from as a very shirtless Tommy Kinard appears at the top of the stairs and quickly blanches.

"Shit. Um..." He looks down at Buck in a panic.

Eddie finally manages to drag his eyes away from the very chiselled curveball that just hit him at a hundred miles per hour and finds Buck's face. Small, scared, shaken. He knows the feeling. And because he loves Buck, because of just how deeply he loves Buck, it's the easiest thing in the world to lock that love away and let his face crack into the most genuine of grins. Because if Tommy's been the thing making Buck shine like every fucking star in the sky, well Eddie will absolutely not be getting between them.

"You've been so happy," Eddie chokes out, still smiling.

"I have," Buck whispers.

"And I'm so happy for you." Eddie covers the distance between them in three long strides and pulls Buck into a hug so tight and clinging he's sure it's a confession in and of itself, but Buck only buries in deeper, taking shaky little breaths in the crook of Eddie's neck.

"Thank you," Buck murmurs into his skin. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut against the sudden rush of tears.

"Sorry you didn't get to tell me on your own terms," he murmurs back, letting Buck pull away, but lingering with a hand on his hip, on his shoulder. He should maybe be worried about what this could look like to Tommy who had basically never heard anything apart from rambles about Buck, except when he glances up the stairs, Tommy is nowhere to be seen.

"I was going to tell you," Buck rushes out. "I-I just wasn't sure how."

"That's okay," Eddie says. It's okay. It's okay. "Well, I'll stop gate-crashing for the... Second time?" He raises an eyebrow, and Buck flushes a pink Eddie will never ever get to taste. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense." He remembers the pure fear on Buck's face, the indecision on Tommy's and the sudden tightening of his own chest despite his smile. "I'll leave you guys to it." He clears his throat. "Kinard, if you hurt him, they'll never find your body," he shouts up the stairs.

"Copy that, Diaz," Tommy shouts back.

"I'm really proud of you, Buck." Eddie wraps him in another hug then, a quick thing, just one last touch before Eddie seals every desire away for good.

"Thanks, Eddie." Buck walks him to the door, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and Eddie wants to hug him again. Wants so badly it hurts. But if he hugs Buck again, he doesn't think he'll ever let go. "See you at work tomorrow."

"See you at work." Eddie prays Buck is too distracted to hear the wobble in his voice.

"Wait, sorry, what did you want to talk about?"

Eddie freezes on the threshold, the stutter of his heart painful like he's back in a suit store, and he catches himself on the doorframe with a shaking hand.

"It can wait."

#sami rambles #sami? writing? who is she?#anyway i wrote this in the 15 minutes i had before i had to leave this morning so it's bad #but i couldn't get the idea out of my head so.#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #911 spec #tommy kinard #911 fic #911 ficlet #buck x tommy #bucktommy #buddie ficlet #911 spec fic #<- not really but technically i guess. idk just to be safe and sure.

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mellaithwen · 13 days

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To hum and sway (bucktommy, 1.4k words)

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Spoilers/Spec-fic for 7x06 "There Goes The Groom" After the wedding that wasn’t, and the wedding that was, after the search, and the rescue, and the drama of the day, Buck finds himself sitting in the hospital waiting room when Tommy turns up...

Now that Chimney’s been moved out of the ICU, the hospital staff have kindly set up a cot bed in his room for Maddie to get some rest beside him, while Buck stands—or rather–-sits sentry outside. While his sister clearly couldn’t have predicted she’d be reading out her vows standing between a heart-rate monitor and an IV stand, Buck’s just glad she was able to read them out to Chim at all.

A nurse shuffles past Buck down the corridor, and he pulls his legs back from where they’d been obnoxiously extended in his late-night exhaustion. He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing at the bright fluorescent lights of the waiting room before stretching his neck and shoulders until he hears a satisfying pop.

His hands clench into tight fists on either side of the chair he’s sat in, and he grips them tightly until his knuckles are white and the pain of his own nails digging into the flesh of his palms is enough to distract the guilt spiral he’s been fending off all day.

Maddie and Chimney will get their big-day. Buck will make sure of it. They’ll have the party that they rightly deserve, surrounded by their friends and family. A happy day, a calm day. The quiet, intimate ceremony in their own back garden that they’d wanted all along before losing track of the guestlist.

But that would be later. When they were both ready, and recovered. At least for now they got to wear the rings. At least they got to call each other husband and wife.

Finally.

“Evan?” Buck’s head shoots up from where he’d been lying back, leaning his heavy head against the wall.

There were so few people who called him by his given name nowadays...

His parents had long since left to do what they referred to as “damage control” with the guests and venue—since the rest of the 118 were more concerned with Maddie and Chimney than appeasing distant relatives who had traveled just so gosh darn far, Evan.

He’d corrected Bobby almost instantly on that first day so many years ago, that his name was Buck, and besides, his captain was currently driving Mr and Mrs Lee back home for the evening after spending so many hours in the same holding pattern of he’s stable—that’s the main thing—until Chimney had finally woken up and insisted with a raspy voice, that his Captain marry he and Maddie right then, right now...

And Eddie? Eddie had only ever called him Evan the once.

(Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t think about that moment often…)

But no, it wasn’t him either; Eddie was with Hen, roaming the corridors for a vending machine that worked until Bobby came back to bully them all into finally getting into his truck and going home. So that just left…

“Tommy? W-what are you—?”

“I came as soon as I heard he’d been found. How’s Howie doing? How’s your sister?”

Buck’s brain struggles to keep up, his software in need of an update—Tommy’s here, standing in front of him. In the hospital corridor. Buck’s phone was god knows where, and with Chimney missing and his sister losing her mind with worry, he hadn’t had a chance to think about the fact he’d accidentally ghosted his date. But here he was. Standing in front of Buck like a guardian angel who’d done more than his own fair share to help in the search—all the while still wearing the clothes he’d put on as Buck’s plus one to the wedding that never happened that morning.

This is probably the closest thing to flustered he’s seen Tommy look the whole time he’s known him, and if the circumstances were different Buck thinks he would have found it endearing—but his head’s too much of a mess to even go there right now. The soft blue shirt he’s wearing is rumpled now but Buck just knows it would have been pressed and clean to start with. The slacks and matching suit jacket are both a wooly kind of mauve. Buck thinks it would have been nice to press up against the material as they slow-danced at the end of the evening. The lights would be dimmed, while the wedding band played something slow. He wonders if his parents would have noticed. He finds he also doesn’t really care.

He remembers Maddie and Chimney’s kiss under a symphony of high-pitched beeps, and the mumbled static of a tannoy announcement requesting a doctor’s presence in triage. Jee had clapped her hands in Mrs Lee’s arms before pretending to throw invisible flowers in the air just like she’d practiced with her uncle Buck.

How’s Howie doing? How’s your sister?

“They’re—” Buck falters when he finally answers, genuinely unsure in the grand scheme of things. If he were to answer literally, he’d say they were sleeping. But emotionally? Physically?

“They’re…”

Chimney’s in the hospital. Maddie almost lost him again, and if Buck looks down, he knows he’ll find that there’s still patches of dried blood on the sleeves of his ruined pink jacket—remnants of the day, along with the pounding behind his eyes that he just can’t seem to shake.

Tell Maddie—

No, no Chim, don’t you dare make me do that, you can tell her yourself, okay? Just stay with me. Eddie’s gone to get help and Maddie’s waiting for you to come home—

“They’re married!” Buck finishes with a laugh that’s incredulous only so far as the circumstances of the last twenty four hours have made him seriously question his own sanity. Or maybe that’s just the last dregs of adrenaline leaving his head in a spin.

“Bobby performed the ceremony, but Chimney wore the white-gown this time.”

He’s deflecting. He’s searching for humor, for the laugh to be had at the absurdity of it all. He’s the class clown disrupting the other kids because he didn’t hear what the teacher said and he’s trying not to panic. He’s overcompensating at the academy because he has no support system to speak of in LA, and he needs this. He wants this. He can’t flunk out. He can’t fail.

He’s pushing and pushing and pushing to see where the boundary lies, to see how far he can go before he disappoints the family he’s found at the 118. He wants to know where that line in the sand is. How long until the tide comes in? How long until he drowns?

He’s….. he’s exhausted. And when Tommy tilts his head to the side and frowns, reading Buck like an open book of sad tells, suddenly the effort to keep the mask in place is too much. His shoulders slump and Buck’s whole body hunches forward with the weight of the day pressing down on him—only to find Tommy’s arms there ready to catch him when he falls.

“He nearly died,” Buck whispers into the crook of Tommy’s neck as he’s embraced. “Chim nearly died and if we hadn’t found him when we did….”

His voice cracks, the words seemingly too painful to even speak into the universe. Buck can’t bear to say more, and Tommy doesn’t ask him to either, he just pulls him in closer, squeezes him that little bit tighter, and holds him there for as long as he needs. He brings his hand up to the back of Buck’s neck, gently kneads at the knot he finds there. Cradles him like he’s something precious and deserving when for so long he’s convinced himself of the opposite.

After a time, when Buck’s breathing starts to even out, the hitch in his chest seemingly dissolved into the atmosphere, and the shock has thawed enough for him to feel the soft material of Tommy’s jacket under his fingertips, he finds that Tommy has been slowly moving their bodies into a sway. Leading, just a little bit—really they’re barely moving at all—but if Buck pretends, he thinks he can hear music playing.

“You said you wanted to dance,” Tommy says; answering the question Buck hadn’t gathered up the courage to ask yet. For the first time in hours, Buck’s mind goes quiet.

“Thank you,” he whispers a little self-consciously when the words catch in his throat.

Thank you for coming, thank you for holding me, thank you for being here with no judgment and no expectations. Thank you for caring when we barely even know each other. Thank you for treating me kindly, for being gentle and soft when all day I’ve felt like I was being strangled with barbed wire. Thank you.

When Tommy hums in response, Buck can’t help but lean into the embrace, finding solace in his arms. He can feel the warmth of his breath drifting along the side of his neck, soothing the goosebumps that reside there.

And when he presses a soft kiss on the stubble of Tommy’s jaw, it tickles.

-fin.

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honestlydarkprincess · 23 days

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smile at me like you smile at him

buck x eddie || rated: t || wc: 1.8k

Buck hadn’t planned on doing anything to show his displeasure at the sudden friendship between Eddie and Tommy, despite the fact that it sent hot, furious jealousy coursing through his veins. Really, he hadn’t. It’s just…well, he was just going for the ball during their basketball game…unfortunately Eddie happened to get pushed out of the way in order for Buck to get said ball.

Or, the one where Eddie gets hurt playing basketball. 7x04 Speculation/What If.

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loserdiaz · 1 year

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i've seen a lot of ppl talking about buck and eddie both getting knocked out during the storm and eddie wakes up relatively quickly in the hospital and the firefam's there and he sees that buck is missing and is like "oh and buck is with chris right? where is he?" and the others just look at each other not knowing how to tell him that buck's in a coma and i just—

can you just imagine tho, eddie in that hospital bed and he can't get up and even when he tries bobby and chim and hen are there to stop him and no one would tell him really what the hell happened except that buck is in a fucking coma and all they can do is wait.

and eddie just wants to see him, make sure he's alive and that he still exists bc most days buck feels like a pipe dream, something too good to be true and eddie's losing his mind.

and then—

it's late at night and his hospital room is so quiet, hen is in a chair next to his bed and she's sleeping and eddie loves her but all he can think about is that usually is another person who sits next to eddie's bed when he's hurt, another person who holds his hand and reassures him he'll take care of chris while eddie can't.

the tv is a soft, barely there background noise as it casts a dim light over the room, but when he looks up it's the news are playing back what happened earlier and he sees the moment the lightning strikes, sees the moment eddie himself almost falls... sees buck falling from the ladder truck and hitting his head against the side—

"buck" he gasps without even realizing, the name falling from his lips like a plea, like a prayer begging to be heard.

"buck." eddie chokes out as his mind replays the fall in slow motion.

eddie was supposed to have buck's back. eddie was supposed to save him.

hen wakes up and eddie quickly realizes he's hyperventilating, struggling to take a deep breath and tears are streaming down his face with no way to stop them.

he's having a panic attack. he hasn't had one of those in a long time, eddie thinks almost absentmindedly.

"eddie hey, it's okay." hen redts a hand on his shoulder and tries to calm him down but it doesn't feel right— her hand is too heavy on eddie's shoulder, and it's not the right side. It's too soft, too—

It's no buck's.

"i need to see him." he manages to blurt out the in between gasps. "hen, let me see him. please." he begs and his voice is shaky and breaking by the last word. it sounds pathetic and desperate even to his own ears but eddie can't bring himself to care at that moment.

his heart is beating too fast, unforgiving against his ribcage, his hands are trembling and eddie—

he just needs to see him.

it takes a while and the nurses are definitely not happy with himself— once again, eddie doesn't have it in him to care.

especially when he's put in a wheelchair (he doesn't need it but he's picking his battles carefully right now) and taken to see buck.

his hospital room is a lot like eddie's but maddie is sprawled on the chair next to the bef, with red puffy eyes and hair a mess.

she looks exactly like how eddie feels inside, if he's being honest, and for a moment he feels a kind of weird keenship to her.

they both would do anything for buck. they both hate to see buck hurt.

"i'll give you some time with him." she smiles tiredly and then she's living the room along with hen and the nurse who wheeled him in.

eddie swallows hard and reaches out for buck, his hand immediately resting against buck's...

buck's hand is cold to the touch, when usually it would be warm.

it's still, when usually it would be squeezing eddie's right back.

it's pale and small against the sheets and eddie feels like he might throw up.

"please wake up." he whispers, but in the quiet of the room it sounds loud and oh so desperate. "please don't leave me."

and eddie— there's so many words he needs, wants to say. so many things he needs to get out, so many things he needs buck to hear...

but for now they stay lodge inside his chest.

for now, he keeps them to himself but he hopes he'll have the chance to say them out loud someday.

he hopes buck will want to hear them.

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fallingthorns · 2 months

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to turn my life around (today is the day)

Buck turns to look towards the truck then, and Eddie sees the exact moment that Buck clocks him. His face lights up into a wide smile, his whole body shining in the pink glow as he stands taller, his shoulders wider as he raises a hand to wave at him, and Eddie can practically see the joy radiating off of him. Eddie feels himself smiling back automatically. He wants to get out, wants to run to him and get down on both knees and tell Buck that he is all he needs, all he wants. He wants to tell Buck that he can stop looking because Eddie is here, Eddie knows him and wants him and loves -- Eddie freezes, hands gripping the steering wheel again. Because Eddie loves him. And Eddie promptly flips the car into reverse and peels out of the parking lot before Buck gets to the truck. read on ao3

#my fic #buddie fic #speculation fic #911 spoilers #911 spec fic #911 speculation #GUESS WHO'S BACK BACK AGAIN #buddie

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clusterbuck · 1 year

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i said what if the death doula is an old man as a joke but bro… i don’t think it’s a joke anymore and also possibly not even the point of this but here we are anyway

buck’s never been to a living funeral before. he’s not even sure he’d known they exist, until the call came in and he spent all four minutes of the ride over looking it up.

“it’s basically just a party you have before you die,” he concludes, shrugging, as they climb out of the ambulance and start assessing the situation. bobby sends hen and chimney over to the driver of the crashed car, and the rest of them fan out to start treating the less serious injuries.

buck is checking an older man’s pulse when the patient speaks up. “it’s not just a party, you know.”

“sorry?” buck says. “what’s not?”

“a living funeral,” the man says. “it’s not just a party.”

“oh!” buck says, making a note of his pulse—elevated, but within normal bounds—and reaching for the pressure cuff. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean—i’ve never actually been to one. so i don’t—”

“it’s okay,” the man says. “not many people know about it. and even when they do—death scares people. not everyone is ready to face it.”

“is that what you do?” buck asks. “face it?”

“sometimes,” the man says. “it depends on what the client needs.” he holds his arm up so buck can remove the pressure cuff, then offers a smile. “i’m carl, by the way. i’m the death doula.”

buck frowns, and carl huffs a laugh which turns into a cough.

“are you—” buck asks, reaching for carl’s shoulder to steady him, but carl waves him off.

“this cough’s much older than the accident,” he says. “might even be older than you.”

“so what’s a death doula?” buck asks.

“we help people die,” carl says. as he talks, buck carefully disinfects and patches up the various scrapes along his face and arms. “people with terminal illnesses, or sometimes people who are getting old enough that their time is near. some people need help facing the idea of death, yes, and others might want help with options for getting their affairs in order, for instance. or sometimes, we might help the dying person and their family get on the same page, so there’s no unfinished business left behind. it depends on what they want.”

“so that’s what the living funerals are?” buck asks. he takes a seat on the ground next to carl, not even pretending to keep working on him. he glances around, but eddie, bobby, and ravi have the situation under control.

“living funerals are a chance to celebrate the dying person’s life before it’s over. to celebrate their friendships, and relationships, and the things that mattered to them. to let the people that mattered to them know it while they still can. and each funeral is different, of course, depending on who it’s for, but—it’s not just a party. it’s a way to start letting go, to appreciate the life you lived and prepare for whatever you think is coming next.”

“so you guys don’t have a party line about the afterlife?”

carl laughs. “no, we don’t,” he says. “people have beliefs, and their beliefs are important to them. i would never try to convince them otherwise. and besides, how should i know what happens after death? i’ve never died before.”

“i have,” buck says, turning to look at carl. “died, i mean. for three minutes.” and seventeen seconds, eddie’s voice adds in his head.

“huh,” carl says. “car crash?”

“lightning strike, actually,” buck says. “freak accident.”

“huh,” carl says again. he looks like he might say something else, too, until bobby calls out from the engine.

“let’s wrap it up, buckley, everyone else is ready to go!”

“copy that!” buck calls back.

“listen,” carl says as buck gathers his equipment and gets to his feet. “if you ever want to talk about the time you died…” he hands buck a plain white business card, just his name and phone number with the words death doula under them. “give me a call.”

buck takes the card and thanks him, thinking he’s never going to call, only—

two days later, he’s sitting across from carl in the back garden of a quiet coffee shop, both hands wrapped around a large mug of green tea as he tries to find the words.

“i guess i just—don’t understand,” he finally says. “death is meant to be permanent, right? it’s the most permanent thing there is. that’s the thing that freaks people out when they think about it. but it wasn’t. not for me.”

“you know what they say about sharks biting humans?” carl asks, and buck frowns.

“that it’s rare?”

“well, yes,” carl says. “but also—sharks don’t bite humans on purpose. they bite to see if maybe we’re food, and when they realise we’re not, they spit us out.”

“you’re saying death… spit me out?” buck asks.

“in a manner of speaking, yes,” carl says, dunking his scone into his coffee. “it wasn’t your time.”

“but i don’t understand why,” buck says. “why not? who decides that?”

“i’m afraid that’s a little above my pay grade,” carl smiles. “i don’t know the why of it all. i can help you get ready for death, but i can’t get death ready for you.”

buck stays with carl for another hour, through two more cups of green tea, but it doesn’t soothe the itch at the back of his mind. he can tell that carl, too, is a little out of his depth—he’s used to dealing with people facing death. not people who are walking away.

as he drives away, though, a thought begins to form, and by the time he opens eddie’s front door the words are spilling out of his mouth. “i think we should have a living funeral.”

eddie looks up from the dining table, where he’s poring over what looks like his taxes. “what, for you?” he asks. “buck, you’re not dying.” he blinks. “you’re not dying, right?”

“no more than anyone else at any given moment in time,” buck says, kicking off his shoes and sitting down across from eddie. “but carl was talking about how living funerals are for appreciating your life and the people in it, and i did kind of have that whole dying gives you a new perspective thing, and i just want to—i don’t know. i want to appreciate my life. and the people in it.”

eddie looks at him, and the smile curling across his face is impossibly fond. and if buck were braver, perhaps he’d tack a few extra words into the end of his last sentence. perhaps he’d say i want to appreciate you.

but it’s enough, for now, to sit in the low light of the dining room and listen to the familiar sounds of the house settling around him and watch that smile curve across eddie’s face.

“okay,” eddie says, his hand moving like he’s going to reach out but staying by his side nonetheless. “i guess we’re throwing a funeral.”

#shush emma #emma writes #911 spec fic #911 6x15 #911fic #idk what this is it started as a joke but now i’m like hm

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penpatronuswhump · 1 year

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EDDIE WAS IN BUCK’S DREAM

Actually, more than anyone else.

The white striped shirt from the shooting was like the Ferris wheel. And the plane, train, etc. A reminder - a trigger - a symbol - a memory.

The shirt was with Buck the entire time. More than any other symbol or face.

Like the other symbols, the shirts weren’t EXACTLY the same, because memories are inexact. But it was close enough so the audience knows what it is.

Just because we didn’t see Ryan Guzman, that doesn’t mean that Eddie was missing.

EDDIE WAS THERE

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wolfmadefromash · 15 days

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Had to get my own spec fic in before the actual airing of the episode. Just a possibility for how Buck and Tommy's date goes, and what happens when Eddie crashes.

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chronicowboy · 14 days

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"I guess it's just me that makes you nervous then," Tommy teases, gentle as anything, and suddenly everything inside Buck just settles.

This is flirting. This is something he knows how to do, man or not. Because he likes Tommy. Thinks, terrifyingly, that he might like Tommy more than he's ever liked anyone he's dated before. Which is a lot, probably, to think on a first date. But Tommy's looking at him with an endless patience and warmth that Buck feels in every inch of him. It's easy not to worry then.

"I don't know if nervous is the right word," Buck murmurs, heat rising in his cheeks.

"Oh, yeah?" Tommy quirks a smile at him, whole face lighting up with it like he's seen the tension melt out of Buck all at once.

"Mm." Buck nods, takes a sip of beer without looking away from Tommy's deep eyes. "Flustered, maybe." He ducks his head when Tommy's grin only grows brighter. "Giddy." He tangles their feet together under the table, the rest of the room fading away. "A little like a schoolkid with their first crush."

"Well, that explains all the pigtail pulling," Tommy retorts, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms over his chest. Buck lets himself look at the bulge of his biceps, big, bigger than Buck's even, mouth-watering apparently, lets himself appreciate them for a moment.

"You're not gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"Oh, come on, Evan." Tommy snorts. "Think I get to lord that over you for a little while. If not for myself, then on Eddie's behalf at least."

"A little while, huh?" Buck redirects them, something seizing in his chest at the mention of Eddie's name. He falls back into a familiar move, looks up at Tommy from under his eyelashes and watches the man smile like he just can't help it. "You thinking of keeping me around then? Even with all the..." He waves his hand at himself, a gesture to the embarrassing ally word vomit that he'd dropped on him just moments ago.

"This is new to you." Tommy shrugs. "Wasn't expecting you to be a real Casanova first time around."

"Casanova," Buck repeats gleefully, beaming when Tommy rolls his eyes and blushes just ever so slightly.

"Anyway, as I was saying," he emphasises. "First date was never going to be smooth sailing. Only fair I get to take you out again. Practice makes perfect and all."

"Sounds pretty perfect," Buck says. And what he doesn't say is: I don't think this is practice, I think this is the real thing.

#sami rambles #had to write soft bucktommy after the fic i dropped yesterday and this little exchange came to me fully formed #took literally ten minutes to write #911 spoilers #911 show #911 spec #evan buckley #tommy kinard #buck x tommy #bucktommy #911 fic #911 ficlet #911 spec fic #bucktommy fic #buck x tommy fic

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mellaithwen · 1 year

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A quick angsty buckley sibling spec fic for Mondays finale :’) 500ish words.

*spoilers / speculation for 6.18*

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The bridge collapse brings Los Angeles traffic to a stand still, and by the time Maddie’s made it through the seemingly endless stretch of vehicles between dispatch and the hospital, the one-eighteen have beat her there by more than an hour.

In the car her hands had shook—her trembling fingers drumming out an impossibly fast beat on the steering wheel as she fought to keep the tears at bay. She knows it’s bad, but she can’t be swayed from her mission. She has to get there.

She doesn’t remember parking the car (afterwards Linda will find it in the car park for her as she brings flowers and get well wishes from dispatch). She has no memory of the elevator up to the ICU, or racing around the maze of the hospital in search of familiar turnouts.

One minute she’s praying to a god she doesn’t quite believe in anymore, and the next, she’s standing at the end of a long pale blue corridor, staring at her brothers tall body slumped over the nurse’s station. Their shared surname—usually emblazoned and bright—barely visible through the grime and detritus.

His tall body is slumped over the nurse’s station, pleading with the person behind the computer. His words are lost to the clacking of keys and a ringing in Maddie’s ears but she can guess he’s desperate for news.

But she can’t even begin to focus on any of that, because as though he’d sensed his sisters anguish, he’d turned around. Only to reveal large blotches of blood, under a layer of dust and ash, and god knows what else.

Oh my god, she thinks, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as the words get caught in her throat. The air’s thinner here, isn’t that strange? Her mind whispers as she forgets how to breathe.

Her footsteps falter but Buck’s moving to the close the gap instead—his hands are outstretched now, approaching his sister like one might a skittish animal—projecting a smooth and steady and safe situation before her.

When he’s finally close enough to reach out to Maddie, he continues to telegraph his movements, but the moment the siblings make contact, the bubble of muffled voices bursts. The cacophony of sound rushes in around her, and as suffocating as that can be, her lungs finally expand once more. She heaves in a stuttered breath, dizzy with panic as she tries to find the words.

“Is that—?” She can’t say it, she can’t.

Buck can hardly hide his crushed expression, and he adjusts his position before he speaks, keeping a gentle but firm grip on his sister’s forearms as he ducks down a little to her level.

“It’s not—it’s not mine, Mads,” he tells her, his voice hoarse and tired, close to breaking as he says the words. Their implication however, is clear as day from the misplaced guilt she can see hiding in her brother’s eyes, and the terrible twisted knot she’s felt in her stomach since Sue insisted she head to the hospital for an update.

It’s only when Maddie’s knees give way under the heavy onslaught of anticipatory grief and fear, like an albatross tied around her neck, that she realises her brother had moved in close to specifically catch her when she fell.

And as they’re joined by the rest of their family and friends—all waiting for news on Chimney’s critical condition until the early hours and beyond—Buck never leaves her side.

#911 fox #911fic #911 spoilers #911 spec fic #911 speculation #Mellaithwen fanfic #the Buckley siblings #madney #its 1am and I nodded off twice writing this so just #if you see a mistake no you didn’t #911

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loveyourownsmiilee · 1 year

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My Superhero, Buck Flash

"I read online that coma patients can sometimes hear their loved ones voices and that helps them wake up. Because it reminds them people are waiting for them. So we're here and we're gonna talk to you until you come back to us. Because we’re waiting for you Buck.”

Just then he looks up at Eddie for first time since coming. "Right dad?"

Or Christopher visits his father who’s in a coma and wills him to wake up using superhero talk!

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Rated: T // Words: 1345

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 spoilers #911 fan fiction #buddie fanfic #buddie fan fiction #juju writes #911 speculation #911 spec fic #plz be nice I just had an idea I needed to be let out #911 on fox

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loserdiaz · 1 year

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i have to admit... the coma buck theory is growing on me. so... here's a drabble of eddie shaving buck's scruff while he's in a coma. <3 season 6b speculation

"I'm glad you're okay." Eddie murmurs. He always talks to Buck, hoping the man hears him even if unconscious. Hoping Buck knows Eddie's always there, that he'll never lose hope.

Buck's been in a coma for almost two months now and— it's been hard. It's been really hard, if he's being honest. Life moves on, shifts are scheduled, events at Chris' school happen and Eddie— Eddie feels like a part of him is missing all the time. Like a limb was amputated and he doesn't know what to do without it.

He always turns around when someone says something funny, wanting to see Buck's reaction and then he remembers.

"Today was a quiet shift." He smiles as he traces his fingers through Buck's beard. He kinda likes the scruffy look but he knows the man hates it and always made it a point to be clean and shaven. So Eddie will do it for him until Buck wakes up. "I know I'm not supposed to say the q words but if you hate it so much maybe you should wake up and kick my ass, huh?"

Eddie stops for a second, waiting with bated breath for Buck to react, to open his eyes and look at Eddie with that frown between his eyes and his nose all scrunched up. Eddie waits for the "You just jinxed the team, man!" but it never comes.

"Yeah, okay." He breathes out and prepares the materials. At first the nurses were supposed to do this but they did a sloppy job and they were too fast, never treating Buck with the gentleness and the softness he deserves. So Eddie might have yelled at them a little but hey, he got the job done. Whatever.

"Chris has a girlfriend, did you know? it's pretty recent and don't worry, I don't think they even kissed yet." He chuckles as he spreads the shaving cream with soft touches. "I know you'd say he's too young for that." He whispers and looks down at Buck. "He's growing too fast and you're missing it, Buckley." Eddie says with a strained voice and then shakes his head.

No. He can't do this. Not right now.

"Anyway. What else? Oh! There was this funny call today at shift…" Eddie talks and talks as he moves methodically.

Eddie's fingers flit over Buck's skin quickly, the blade becoming a steady rhythm of contact as it glides over his neck and jaw carefully and softly. From time to time, his hands meet either side of Buck's face, turning him this way and that to allow Eddie to reach the area he needs. It's— intimate and domestic in a way that makes him ache.

He even lets his mind wander, imagines doing this with Buck awake and instead of the hospital, they're in Eddie's bathroom— but it would be their bathroom. And Buck would be sitting in the counter sink, with Eddie between his legs. He would smirk and follow Eddie with his gaze, blue eyes happy and shining with love and a tinge of mirth. It's a nice fantasy.

Maybe someday, Eddie thinks.

Finally, he grabs a small towel and cleans Buck's face. His touch is feather-light as he gently wipes away the remaining shaving cream from Buck's skin.

Because of him being so focused on Buck's features, he doesn't miss the way the man's eyelids flutter like he's trying to wake up.

"Buck?" Eddie whispers, quiet and scared and reluctantly hopeful. "Hey, Buck? Wake up. Please." Eddie begs, his voice breaking in the last words as he lets go of the stuff, letting it fall to the ground and reaches a hand to grab one of Buck's, his fingers squeezing it almost too hard. "C'mon. I know you can do it."

Eddie waits, waits and waits and he starts to think it was a figment of his imagination, that he's slowly losing his mind.

But then —

He feels a slight squeeze, barely there. He looks down and Buck's hand is holding his.

Buck's holding his hand.

When his gaze goes back up, he finds himself looking at tired, confused blues.

"Hey, Buck." Eddie chuckles wetly in disbelief and excitement, though his voice is quiet and gentle. His vision goes blurry with tears that he quickly blinks away, not wanting to miss a second of Buck's face.

"Eddie." Buck rasps out.

Finally. Eddie thinks. After so long, he can finally hear Buck's voice. And for the first time in what feels like forever, Eddie truly thinks everything will be okay.

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megslovesbooks · 2 years

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Spec Fic for vague S6 spoilers (or something??? I dunno, if was supposed to be asleep an hour ago. I blame all of you but mostly @aa-lionheart for that delicious thought about Eddie thinking Buck got hit by the car)

“LAFD! Stop the car!”

There is a screech of tires on slick pavement and Eddie’s head snaps up so hard he’s going to feel it later. He’s on his feet and moving before anyone else even knows what’s happening.

Here’s the thing though, he knows this moment. Knows it inside and out. Has imagined it in 4k detail thousands of times. He’s examined it from every angle, tried to unspool every outcome. So. It’s not shocking when the car can’t stop in time and he sees Buck and the bike go down. It’s not a surprise because he’s been here before.

“Buck!”

It takes him a minute to understand that it’s his own voice that’s making that broken sound. In his head everything is calm, numb, clinical. He knows the pressure per pound of a car moving at 50 mph as it impacts the human body. Can calculate the damage that must be happening in real time. The car strikes the body and the legs shatter on impact. The shockwave begins to rupture the internal organs. The spine cracks as it hits the asphalt, the damage traveling up to the brain stem. The body is rendered useless within seconds. It will take the brain minutes to catch up.

“Buck!!”

He’s running. When did he start running? It’s not like he can stop what’s happening. He couldn’t then—bright yellow splashed with red, a clear blue sky, perfect above him. He can’t now—rain slicked pavement, dark clouds above them pressing down. It’s so heavy. He can’t breathe. He can’t—

I’d love…a little more time.

“Buck.”

Buck is—fine. He’s rising to his feet, his eyes wide but a slightly hysterical laugh twisting his mouth up at the corners.

“Woah!” He says, grinning as he tries to dust some of the rain water off his turnouts, an unconscious gesture to steady his own nerves. “That was close huh?”

The man behind the wheel is yelling now. Somehow Bobby has materialized beside the driver’s side window and is speaking in a voice so normal Eddie can’t even begin to comprehend what is being said.

One of the most common injuries when a pedestrian is struck by a car is pelvic fractures. Shannon’s had been broken in six places. It would be impossible for a victim with that kind of structural damage to be standing, let alone heaving a bike up off the ground from where it must have toppled. The bike should have absorbed some of the impact, it might have even twisted itself around the body of the person who had been struck. That’s odd. He doesn’t have the stats on that.

“Eddie?”

He blinks and Buck is standing in front of him, brow furrowed in concern. There’s a red mark blooming across his left cheekbone. Eddie reaches up to try and investigate but his hand is shaking so badly he can’t even react when Buck reaches up and snags it with both his own.

“Hey.” He says, and his mouth is twisted up in worry now “Are you ok?”

And that’s just silly, because Eddie’s not the one who almost got hit by the car, he’s fine. He’s always fine. He always makes it out. It’s the people around him who die, over and over and over again.

Brain function remains active for six full minutes after the heart stops beating.

“Eddie.” Buck says again, his hands curling into Eddie’s turnout, shaking him gently. “Hey.”

Hey. Are you here?

Someone makes a choked sort of sound, and it’s not until Buck reels him in by his coat, pulling him into a tight embrace—not until he is clinging to his partner…his best friend…the love of his life, that Eddie realizes he’s the one who’s got tears running down his face.

His partner. His best friend. The…the…oh fuck.

Fuck.

“It’s ok.” Buck is saying, his hands running up the planes of Eddie’s back like they were always meant to be there. “I’m ok. It’s not that day Eddie. It’s ok.”

Except it’s not. It’s not ok, because Eddie is still caught halfway between that sunny day at an LA crosswalk and the rain slicked pavement of this moment. He’s shaking and sick.

And he’s in love with his best friend.

He’s in love with Evan Buckley.

Fuck.

He’s so screwed.

#911 on fox #911 spoilers #911 spec fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #megs writes #what even is this?#i don’t know #but i had to get it out of my system #oh well 🤷‍♀️#god i’m going to get no sleep #this time isn’t remotely edited #it’s barely written

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tawaifeddiediaz · 1 year

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when it rains (it pours)

this is a spec fic, so spoilers for 6b ahead!

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Rating: T

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 4,101 words

Snippet:

Ten days after Buck flat-lines on a stretcher in the pouring rain, Eddie’s allowed to take him home.

His skin feels stretched tight over his bones, a kinetic energy vibrating through his bones, twitching through his fingers as he watches Buck clumsily pull on a hoodie. Eddie watches him like a hawk, unable to keep him out of his sights for longer than he has to.

He hadn’t had to fight very hard to get Buck back to his place instead of anyone else’s, the consensus being that he wasn’t going home alone. There had been something knowing in Bobby’s expression as he’d explained that Buck would be most comfortable in the Diaz home, but something even more incriminating as he’d looked at Eddie — as if he knew the impulse to keep Buck as close as possible, the reasons behind it.

Maybe it’s because he had to listen to the God-awful silence that accompanied his partner’s heart stopping, or because he watched Buck dangle from a ladder while desperately trying to hide his own injuries so no one would pay attention to him over the one who needed it most, or because, or because—

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