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canonicallyobserving911 · 11 months

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Several Sentences Sunday

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

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I was tagged by @spotsandsocks. Thank you for the tag💕.

I wanted to share seven several sentences from chapter 4 of “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was the 6x18 ending for Buck, Eddie and Chris. Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck facing his past (Taylor’s book just bit him in the ass at the end of chapter 3 and Eddie doing a self-evaluation journey so he can try new things, some of which he believes he missed out on when he was younger.

Chapters 1, 2 & 3 are already available on AO3 and chapter 4 will be posted soon.

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Here are two snippets from chapter 4 since Eddie’s in El Paso and Buck’s still in L.A.

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Eddie

Eddie wakes up when his phone starts ringing at 7:02AM. He glances at the contact info on his cellphone and he only answers it because he sees his sister, Adriana’s picture.

“Adriana, why are you calling me so early?” He says with a rough raspy voice.

“Well… hello to you too Eddie and did you know good morning is the best way to greet someone this time of day?”

“Yes, I do know that but you’re calling me way too early. Is everything ok?”

“It is but I’m calling for a good reason.”

He sighs and rubs his hand over his face. “Oh yeah, what’s the reason?”

“I’ll tell you when I know you’re awake. Are you fully awake?”

“Adri, are we really doing this at…” He trails off as he pulls the phone away from his ear to see the time. “7:03AM? Surely you could have saved this conversation until later in the day.”

“I could have but I want to take you and my nephew to breakfast. We all took off work for the family reunion and since we haven’t seen you in a couple of months, we want to spend time with you.”

“Look... we just got here last night and I was planning to go grocery shopping this morning since we’re staying at an Airbnb and…” He doesn’t get to finish because she interrupts him.

“Eddie! Let me treat you to breakfast, please?”

“Ok, ok… but I need to be back her before 12noon.”

“Why?” She asks with a huff at the end of her question.

He goes back and forth about whether he should mention he’s in therapy but instead he decides to avoid giving her a direct answer.

“I have some stuff I need to do... stop being so nosy.”

Buck

He cringes when he hears a laugh followed by, “If it isn’t Evan Buckley as I live and breathe.”

Even though he wasn’t sure on Monday when Ali Martin drove into the firehouse with her son, or on Tuesday when he bumped into Natalia Dollenmeyer at the beach with her fiancé or on Wednesday when he saw Abby Clark’s, or whatever the hell her married last name is, new baby announcement on Facebook; but now he’s 100% sure the universe is not only mocking him, it’s taunting and making fun of him too. He wishes he would have listened when the universe tried to warn him but it’s reminding him that he didn’t.

Taylor loudly says, “Come on Buck, I know you broke up with me but we can still be friends, can’t we?”

Buck doesn’t respond, he just turns around and walks out of the coffee shop.

Taylor’s right on his heels and she follows him towards the parking lot.

“Wow, I didn’t know you would completely stop talking to me.”

“Uh… I don’t think we should be talking to each other right now, I—I mean with everything that’s happened.”

“Oh, you mean my book. Don’t worry Buckley I didn’t name you specifically.”

Buck sees red and he wants to curse her out but he’s trying to remain dignified.

“Let’s not do this Taylor, please.” He exasperatedly says.

“Let’s not do what? You mean payback?”

“Payback? What the hell does that mean?”

Buck’s so involved in his conversation with Taylor, he’s not paying attention to the Channel 8 news crew that just pulled into the drive thru. The cameraman starts filming when he recognizes them and he captures their entire argument on film.

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Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Will be posted soon.

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Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Read chapters 1, 2 & 3 on AO3.

No pressure tagging: @shortsighted-owl.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 abc #911 season 7 speculation #911 fanfic #buddie wip #buddie fanfic #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #ao3 fanfic #Buddie Seven Sentence Sunday #Several Sentences Sunday #Hiatus Reading

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name-me-regret · 3 years

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If The World Was Ending 3/?

If The World Was Ending Chapter Three: California Dreamin’

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“All the leaves are brown And the sky is grey I've been for a walk On a winter's day I'd be safe and warm If I was in L.A. California dreamin' On such a winter's day

Stopped into a church I passed along the way Well, I got down on my knees And I pretend to pray You know the preacher liked the cold He knows I’m gonna stay California Dreamin’...”

~California Dreamin’ - Barry McGuire

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Tony sprang to his feet as he immediately rushed toward the suit that opened up for him. The skylight he’d had installed after invasion slid open and he blasted into the sky. “J, deploy the Iron Legion now!” As he did, he remembered Evan and he pulled up where the tsunami had hit and felt cold terror grip him as he saw that the Santa Monica pier had been taken out. “Shit! JARVIS, what’s my ETA?”

The HUD popped up a calculation. “At the speed you’re going, your estimated time of arrival should be three hours.”

That was unacceptable. He put more power into the thrusters as he could, and heard the BOOM as he broke the sound barrier somewhere over Lake Eerie. “At this speed ETA is two hours,” JARVIS intoned without having to be asked.

“What about the Iron Legion?” Tony was so relieved now that he hadn’t destroyed the rest of his suits after the Battle of Norco.

“ETA four minutes,” JARVIS told him. That was a much better time since when it came to natural disasters, especially involving large amounts of water, every minute, every second counted. Tony set his suit to auto-pilot for the remainder of the flight, making sure to call the FAA. He didn’t want any aircraft to accidentally stray into his path, and he’d be a disaster on top of a disaster.

“Give me eyes as soon as they reach the affected areas. Also, patch me into the channel the first responders use.” A few minutes later his HUD was filled with live feed from the suits, and he was rendered speechless at what he saw. Tony wished he could speed up past Mach 5 without the suit falling apart.

He decided to concentrate on what he could do (and not on a certain someone), and pulled up the stats on the suits that were functional. Out of the 35 suits he’d made between the invasion of Manhattan and the Mandarin Incident, there were nine viable suits. It was the Mark 20: Python, Mark 25: Striker/Thumper, Mark 28: Jack, Mark 33: Silver Centurion, Mark 34: Southpaw, Mark 36: Peacemaker, Mark 37: Hammerhead, Mark 38: Igor, and Mark 41: Bones.

Tony wished the Mark 35 would have survived, since the Red Snapper was made to save people during natural disasters; for example, rescuing victims trapped during an earthquake. He’d gotten the idea after the 7.1 earthquake that had hit LA, and now a year and a half later they’re hit with a tsunami. Unfortunately, Killian had destroyed it during the Battle of Norco.

Well, Southpaw would have to do, even if Red Snapper would have been better with its extendable and retractable claws. At least Hammerhead would come in handy, since it could remain submerged for long periods of time.

“This is Iron Man. I have multiple suits flying over the city and ready to help out. Just point me in the right direction and I’ll help where I can.” Almost immediately he was flooded with calls of trapped civilians, several inside and on top of their houses. He told JARVIS to concentrate on the ones trapped inside their houses, since there was another wave and the water was rising alarmingly fast. There were some people still trapped in their vehicles and unfortunately they couldn’t get to everyone on time.

He directed the suits where to go that they’d be the most useful. Tony heard dispatch call Swift Water Command, calling in a Code Three. Tony heard the commander say they were delayed and luckily J had a suit in the area. It was Bones and he saw the armor detach into several pieces and break through two roof vents to save a man trapped in the attic of his flooding house. As he watched the suits save people; Hammerhead dove for a little girl that had fallen into the water from off the roof of her house when she slipped, and Igor large enough that it could fly with several people hanging from it to take them to higher ground, he was even more glad he hadn’t destroyed the suits.

Sure he loved Pepper and would do anything for her, but with every life he saved, he remembered why he’d become Iron Man in the first place. He’d remembered those soldiers he’d laughed and joked with before they’d been gunned down, with his own weapons no less, and knew he’d made the right choice to not quit this. And maybe Pepper would come around and maybe she wouldn’t, but he refused to be guilted for doing something that saved people’s lives; even if at the times he was so sick and tired, and so inured he could barely move or breathe without something hurting.

It was more important to be able to help people, made him feel like he was alive for a reason. He’d told her three years ago, that he shouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for a reason, and this was that reason. It wasn’t fighting Killian and aliens, but helping and protecting the people from those threats.

It was almost two hours later, after remotely piloting the other suits, that he was physically flying over the city. The water still hadn’t receded, and three more waves had hit, and hopefully that would be the end of it but he doubted it. Tony wanted to call Evan and make sure he was alright, but cell phone service was wonky at the moment. Besides, he didn’t want to tie up the line when there were others that needed actual help. Evan’s apartment was out of the flood zone, so he was sure he was fine. He was weirdly glad he had a serious blood clot condition that had him confined to his home, and not out there with the rest of the first responders. Tony wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he knew Evan was in danger.

He decided not to unpack all of that right now and quickly dismissed the rest of the live feeds of the Iron Legion, letting JARVIS take over. Although now that he’d seen some of what was required for something of this magnitude, he knew he needed to remake Red Snapper and more Iron Legion, probably a special force that could be used for natural disasters. While Southpaw was for natural disasters as well, it was mostly to protect the user from damage from natural disasters. He needed more armors that had emergency features, like medical features such as the ability to be used as a defibrillator or even carry oxygen or breathing equipment for CPR.

Tony headed toward the pier, since flooding was still extensive, and he heard calls earlier of first responders being needed at the Santa Monica Pier. As he neared where the worst of the flooding was, he saw that the whole pier was underwater. There saw also an actual Ferris wheel that was still standing after all three waves, but it wouldn’t hold for much longer.

As he neared, he saw that the wave was starting to recede, going in the other direction. He heard the ones at the Ferris wheel call the coast guard. ‘Coast Guard, Coast Guard. This is Captain Nash LAFD. We need a miracle at the pier. We need one quick.’ As the helicopter flew in, the Ferris wheel started to tip, and he blasted forward.

“Incoming, Captain Nash!” he called over the speaker on his suit, arriving in time to catch the Ferris wheel as it almost toppled. Tony saw that most of the people had been evacuated except for the one who was being airlifted and a woman with curly hair, as well as two first responders, both firefighters by the looks of it.

“Iron Man!” he heard someone call in surprise.

“Yes, I’ll sign autographs later,” he joked, “but right now this thing is coming down and I might not be able to hold it for long.” The two firefighters, one Hispanic man and another Caucasian woman had just finished lowering the woman and now looked at each other, unclipped from their lines and jumped, landing feet first in the water. “Ten out of ten!” Tony called, “now let’s go go go!” They scrambled onto the speed boats as Tony grunted as the debris hit it hard and it started to put a strain on the armor. When he saw they were clear, he let it drop as he flew out of the way barely in time from getting knocked down by it.

He met them at the entrance of the pier by the sign that read ‘•Yacht Harbor• SPORT FISHING •BOATING Cafes’, the water still high enough that it reach most of their calves. If he’d been in any armor before the Mark 8, he’d have thought twice before landing in the water. However the Mark 43 was a better version of all the armors that had come before. He wanted to see if anyone needed help.

“Iron Man,” he heard someone call. Tony turned to see a stern looking man in his early fifties with a helmet on his head and the red vest that declared him a fire captain. This must be Captain Nash. He was wet and obviously tired, but there was still a certain amount of authority to the set of his shoulders. He had the kind of presence Howard had given off, but tempered with something softer Tony couldn’t identify.

“That’s me,” he said as he lifted up the face plate but refrained from stepping out of the suit. He didn’t want to get his shoes wet, and besides, this man appeared to be at good six feet and even if it was only two or three inches, he hated feeling short. Especially when it was from a man that reminded him if even just a tiny bit of Howard. “But just Tony, please. What can I do for you, Captain?”

Nash extended his hand, and Tony took it without hesitation. He had more respect for first responders than any bureaucratic asshole that wanted to shake his hand and play nice for the cameras. “Bobby Nash of the 118. Thank you for the assist,” giving his gauntlet covered hand a firm shake. Tony liked the sincerity in his voice.

“It was no problem, Cap. I didn’t really do much,” he assured. The man’s lips quirked a bit, whether in annoyance or amusement, it was hard to tell. Bobby Nash had one of those faces that gave almost nothing away. “Do you need anymore assistance?”

The woman opened her mouth but Bobby held a hand to stop her. The woman’s nametag, which was surprisingly still on, read Bosko, and the man had Diaz on his. Tony wondered why that sounded familiar. “We have a missing member of Firehouse 136, Captain Ronnie Cooper. There’s also a lot of people trapped and missing. I had thought I heard that Iron Man was helping out, and it’s nice to see it’s true.”

“Sure am, wherever it’s needed.” He’d already been able to help a lot of people and hoped to continue as long as his body and the power supply on his armors allowed. “I’ll keep an eye out for Captain Cooper, and if you need help with anything, give me a holler. There are several other suits flying over the city. So, even if I’m not nearby, my co-pilot JARVIS will be able to assist you if I can’t.”

He gave the man a salute that wasn’t meant to be at all mocking, and then the faceplate snapped shut before he blasted into the air. Tony wanted to make sure there weren’t any locations that had been damaged that could potentially become deadly. The last thing he needed was for the water to catch on fire if there was any gas spillage, and he expected it’d be a terrifying sight.

“J, try Evan’s phone,” he said. “Also, bring up satellite images of Hawaii. I don’t want to be blindsided in case they were hit as well.”

“Bringing up images right now, sir. Also, I’m getting no response from Mr. Buckley’s phone.” This made Tony worry, since Evan always answered his phone (even when he called him an old man for calling and not texting). He couldn’t do anything though, since he was needed right where he was. Tony couldn’t just rush to Evan’s apartment, there was no flooding in the area, and there were people in need of help. So, he reluctantly continued on.

“You better be safe, Evan,” he muttered.-

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detectivecarlosreyes · 4 years

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Okay okay okay, this is something that I only just noticed and this may be complete coincidence but it seems that Buck has a type, at least, canonically with the ladies he does. Jesse (the snake lady), Abby and Taylor Kelly are all redheads. Just an observation.

#it’s probably complete coincidence #and #I’m only commenting on who he’s dated in the past... who knows if that changes in future seasons #Please don’t be nasty about the ladies - this is purely just observation #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #red heads #jesse #abby clark #taylor kelly #911onfox #911 fox #911 on fox

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iwillgodownwithbuddie · 4 years

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The Reason You’re You

A/N: I may have watched the entire first season on New Years Eve. And I don't regret it for a second. It's what inspired this story. Enjoy! Can also be found on AO3.

It was a calm evening for once in Los Angeles. Buck was sitting at the dining room table enjoying dinner with Eddie and Christopher. They were laughing and talking about their day, Christopher telling them about school and them telling Christopher about some of the simpler calls they were on, when his cell phone started blaring from across the room. Buck quickly excused himself from the table and answered the phone, not even looking at the caller ID.

"Uh hello?" he said as he brought the phone up to his ear.

"Buck?" a familiar female voice responded.

Buck felt his heart drop into his stomach and found himself quickly sitting into the nearest chair. It had been a voice he had thought he’d never hear again after he dropped her off at the airport. It had been just over two years since she left. It had taken so long for him to get over her and then even longer to pull his head out of his ass and move on. Buck couldn’t describe how he was feeling in this moment now that she was calling.

As Buck fell into one of the living room chairs, Eddie looked over at his boyfriend with concern. He couldn’t tell, though, what was happening on the other end of that call. He was simply too far away to hear who Buck was talking to. Eddie turned his attention away from Buck briefly to tell Christopher to go to his room and play. As soon as Christopher was no longer in the room, Eddie deserted the table and sat on the arm of the chair, hoping his presence would offer some sort of comfort to his distressed boyfriend while also hoping he’d overhear some of the conversation.

As Eddie perched himself on the arm of the Chair, Buck looked up and smiled briefly before remembering that he was one the phone. "Abby?" Buck said in disbelief.

Abby chuckled nervously. "Thought you hung up there for a minute. I didn't know who else to call. I don't know what I was thinking really. I've see your Facebook page. I know you have a family now and the last thing you need is--"

"Abby, slow down" Buck interrupted. "What's up?"

"I'm sitting in LAX with no one to pick me up and nowhere to go. And I didn't know who else to call."

Eddie tapped Buck to get his attention, having heard everything. He knew that Buck longed for some sort of closure with Abby and was hopeful that he would finally get it. He didn’t even hesitate to say his next words as soon as he had Buck’s attention. "Let's go," he whispered. "I'll go grab Christopher and we'll go get her from the airport."

“One second, Abby.” Buck hit the mute button on the call and looked up to face Eddie. "Are you sure?"

Eddie nodded. "I know she meant a lot to you. Between what you’ve told me and what everyone else has told me, she has a lot to do with the person you are now. So yes, I’m sure."

Buck smiled and leaned up to briefly kiss Eddie, thankful his boyfriend was so understanding. Then he unmuted the call. "We'll be right there."

"We?" Abby asked confused.

Buck looked Eddie directly in the eyes as he spoke. "Yeah. We. Me, my boyfriend, and our son. I think you’ll like them. We'll be there in half an hour, provided traffic's on our side."

Five minutes later, they were in Buck's jeep headed towards the airport. Eddie knew there were things Buck wanted to say, but he wasn't about to push him. He rode in the passenger's seat silently, holding onto Buck's right hand as they made their way down the interstate.

After 10 minutes of no noise but the sounds coming from the cell phone Christopher was playing on, Buck finally spoke.

"I don't know what I'm going to do or say when I see her," he whispered. "There's a part of me that will always love her, and frankly, that scares me just a little."

Eddie squeezed Buck's hand comfortingly. "Of what? Scared you'll revert back into Buck 1.0 or something? That you'll see her and jump out of this car forgetting the family you're a part of?"

Buck nodded, that’s exactly what he was scared of. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did that, but the thought terrifies me."

"Which is exactly why I know you won't. I know that you will always love her just like I will always love Shannon and Athena will always love Michael. You aren't the same person you were when you joined the department. You have Abby to thank for that. It’s because you’re scared you’ll run off that I’m certain you won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Buck sounded so vulnerable. Eddie wished he could take away all of Buck’s fear and uncertainty, but he knew that Buck had to work through it to get what he needed. “The Buck you were when you met Abby might have, but the Buck you are now knows he has too much at stake. You need closure, and I understand that. So we are going to walk into that airport and make sure you get the closure you need."

"I love you and Christopher so much.” Buck’s voice was full of emotion. He had to make sure that Eddie knew that before they got to the airport. He was grateful that Eddie was understanding and supporting him in meeting up with his old girlfriend.

Eddie smiled as he ran his thumb over the back of Buck’s hand. "We know. And we both love you. So," he said, thinking back to Buck on the phone at the house. "Our son?"

Buck blushed. "I know he's your son and I'm not expecting anything else. Heck I only moved in two weeks ago. I just wanted to make sure that she knew things were different. That I was different."

"Buck, it's okay,” Eddie assured him, laughing. “I liked it. I liked you referring to him as ours."

"But he's not."

"Not yet," Eddie said turning and smiling at Buck from the passenger's side. "Maybe we need to have that conversation. Not tonight. There’s too many things going on tonight to have that conversation about the future, but soon."

Buck pulled his jeep into a parking spot before looking over at his partner with hopeful eyes. "Soon?" Buck could see it all. He could see him marrying Eddie and signing adoption papers for Christopher.

"Yep," Eddie said, nodding. "So how about grabbing our son and heading inside? Not fair to keep her waiting when we're already here."

Eddie hopped out of the car and stood waiting while Buck opened the back seat and lifted Christopher out. "You want to walk, bud? Or do you want me to just carry you? It is kind of late."

Christopher wrapped his arms tighter around Buck's neck. "I think you need me up here, kid," he said. Buck looked over at Eddie amazed at just how much Christopher had understood in the car.

"I didn't think you were listening?" Buck said, adjusting Christopher's weight to make carrying him through LAX easier. They began walking towards the entrance.

"I'm always listening. You're scared. But we aren't going anywhere. Right Dad?" Christopher asked as they caught up with Eddie.

"Right," Eddie confirmed, taking Buck's free hand in his own and lacing their fingers together. "We aren't going anywhere."

The trio made their way to the baggage claim area for international arrivals. It didn't take long before Buck spotted her, sitting by a window watching planes as they took off and landed on the runway outside. As soon as he spotted her, he froze.

Eddie spotted her only a second after Buck, having seen a few pictures of her from Buck and other members of the team. He squeezed his hand and encouraged Buck to take a step forward.

"Abby?" Buck said as he walked forward still holding on to Christopher and Eddie like they were his lifeline.

Abby turned her head and smiled at the man she had loved and left two years earlier. "Hi Buck," she said as she stood up. "Look I'm sorry I called you. I just didn't know who else I could call. I'm sure everyone else hates me for the way I just left."

"No," Buck argued. "No one hates you."

"I got your letter," she whispered. "That's the only reason I knew you didn't hate me. And if anyone should hate me, it's you."

"Look, as much as I need this conversation, I don't think LAX is the best place to have it. So why don't you come with us, stay at our place for a couple of days." He turned to his side and nudged Eddie forward. "Abby, this is my boyfriend, Eddie. And this,” he said, gesturing to the kid he was holding on to, “is our son, Christopher."

Abby smiled at the man standing next to Buck and the young boy curled up in Buck's arms. "It's nice to meet you both. I feel like I know you already with how much Buck posts about the two of you on Facebook."

"Well, it's nice to meet you too," Eddie said. "The first few months I knew Buck, you were all he would talk about. And remind me to thank you later."

"For what?" Abby said.

"Him," Eddie replied. "So we should probably start heading back home. Traffic's gonna start picking back up again."

Eddie, ever the gentleman, grabbed Abby's bag and led the group in the direction of the parking structure. He offered the passenger's seat to Abby, but she politely declined, opting to sit in the back seat alongside Christopher who was happily playing video games on Buck's cell phone. She watched as Buck and Eddie linked hands across the center console and smiled.

"So you work for LAFD too?" Abby asked. “Like I said, Buck posts a lot about you and your son on Facebook. It feels like I know you even though we never met.”

"Uh yeah," Eddie answered, turning slightly in his seat so that he could look at her as he talked. "Not long after you left, I joined the 118. He used to talk a lot about you. I recognized you almost as fast as he did he showed off so many pictures."

"I'm glad you were there for him. I feel like I’ve missed a lot while I’ve been gone. LA seems like a different place."

"Two years is a long time, Abby," Buck said. "It’s like 8:30. Did you eat anything for dinner?"

"Um, no. I called as soon as I got through customs."

"Our food's going to be ice cold when we get home," Buck directed at Eddie. "Want to just pick something up?"

They stopped at a drive-thru not far from the house and picked up meals for everyone before heading to the house. They sat at the table, only making small talk while eating. After dinner, Buck volunteered to put Christopher to bed, leaving Abby and Eddie in the living room to talk.

"He's nervous," Abby noted.

"You coming back has thrown him off a bit," Eddie admitted. "It took him a while to get over you. He will always love you, but he had to move on. And with you just suddenly showing up, he's not exactly sure what he's feeling. It's almost like he's finally letting himself feel how hurt he was."

"I didn't mean to hurt him,” she explained. “I needed to leave."

"Oh he knows that. Doesn't change the fact that it hurt."

"He seems great with Christopher. He always had a soft spot for kids. I remember him telling me about rescuing a kid from one of those claw machines and a few calls he was one with babies.”

Eddie chuckled. "It's like he was meant to be a dad. He absolutely adores Christopher and Christopher thinks Buck hung the moon."

Just then, Buck walked back into the room. Eddie met him by the hallway to tell Buck that he was going to get a quick shower and that he'd be back with blankets and a pillow for Abby when he got out. With a quick peck on the lips and a tight embrace, Eddie left the room.

Buck crossed the room and sat in the chair across from Abby. He was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking up from the floor to Abby's eyes. "Two years. You've been gone for two years without a word of when you were coming back."

"I know, Buck. And I'm sorry," Abby whispered. "The longer I was gone, the harder it was for me to get on that plane and come back."

"You could have called. I was waiting for you and you never called."

"I know. And if there's one thing I do regret about the past two years, it was leading you on like that."

"What do you want from me, Abby?"

"I look around here and I see this incredible life you've built for yourself and the family you're a part of. I just don't want to spend another two years watching it through Facebook posts. I want to be your friend."

"A lot happened while you were gone. A lot has changed."

"So tell me."

So he did. He told her about the 7.1 earthquake. He told her about rescuing people from the upper floors of the collapsing building and then Hen from the crushed garage. He told her about the bomber and the firetruck that crushed his leg. He told her how hard he worked to get back to his job only to have a pulmonary embolism and get set back even more time. He told her about the tsunami and how he and Christopher had gotten caught in it. He told her about them getting separated and how he had to tell Eddie that he had lost Christopher in the chaos. He told her about the lawsuit and how it almost ruined the best thing he had before it even got started. He told her how he and Eddie flirted around each other for the longest time until finally, just after the Christmas they both had to work, they had gotten their shit together and started dating. He talked about officially moving in with Eddie and how they had started talking about their future together.

All while Buck was talking, Abby sat there listening. She almost couldn't believe just how much Buck had gone through over the past couple of years. "I guess I did miss a lot. I'm glad none of that took your life."

Buck smirked. "I certainly lucked out." He looked up to see Eddie walking down the hallway, blankets in hand. "In more ways than one."

Abby observed Buck when Eddie entered the room. She smiled as Buck's face lit up at the sight of his partner. They certainly were a family unit. They moved together to get the couch ready for Abby to sleep in a way that made Abby long for a partnership like theirs.

"Thank you," she said as they stepped back from the now ready sofa. "You didn't have to do this. I could have found a hotel until I found a place to stay. I almost feel like I don't deserve this after they way I left."

Buck shared a brief look with Eddie and smiled. He walked towards Abby and wrapped his arms around her in a brief, yet emotion-filled embrace. "I wouldn't want you to. I'm glad you called. I needed this. I needed this closure, and I hope we can still be friends."

As Buck stepped back, Eddie took his place. "He changed because of you. He's the man I love because of you. So thank you. And don't bother with a hotel. Stay here, at least for the next few days. See the person he's become, the father he's become."

"Make sure you take care of him," she whispered in Eddie's ear.

"Always," Eddie assured her. "I plan to do that for the rest of my life."

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #abby clark #established relationship #past relationship #emotional hurt/comfort #buck x eddie #family

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pastelavender88 · 2 years

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ok ok so imagine using prompt 1 from short sentence starters and prompt 5 from scenarios so make a angsty buck x reader fic where reader was in love w/ buck but watched him love abby and left to go to texas and joined the crew out there or something. idk, but thanks for your time i hope your having an amazing week <3

Happier

Evan Buckley x reader; Hinted Mateo Chavez (not really though)

Word count: 1705

When I first met Evan Buckley I instantly fell in love. It was obvious he was irresponsible, reckless, and carefree, but those qualities in him were what drew me to him. He was also kind, funny, and hot as hell. We met when we both started at the academy at the same time. Every time I would say his name the many other Evan’s in the class would turn to me as well. So, I gave him a nickname of Buck, it quickly caught on. We became fast friends and after we completed our training we were both assigned to the 118. They called us Clark Kent and Lois Lane because of the way Buck was like my savior and I was there to scold him for his reckless actions. We never became more than friends because I was too scared to admit my feelings to Buck and at the time he was a player and I thought he would never change his ways. When Abby came along that changed. Buck, my Buck, became the perfect boyfriend. He helped with her mom, planned romantic dates, even visiting her whenever he could. Though Buck became a good boyfriend, he changed everything about himself, everything that made him my Buck. Soon we stopped hanging out and he was only focused on Abby. That hurt me alot. It killed me inside to be around them as they became the perfect couple. One day cousins, Judd and Grace, told me about an opening in a fire station down in Texas. It was less pay than in California but it was far away from Buck so I accepted. I went to tell Buck about it but all he did was blow me off due to some emergency surrounding Abby. So I didn’t bring it up again.

I moved to Texas and I felt out of place for a while. Then the accident at 126 happened. Judd was messed up for a while and Grace was lost. Soon some big shot from New York came and decided to reopen the 126. At first Judd was against this and then something changed and he joined the crew. I decided to as well and quickly felt welcomed, like we were a family. Like I did at the 118. The rookie Mateo and I had even gotten close. He was kind, sweet, cute, and funny. I tried my hardest not to find him attractive due to the whole Buck thing but he won me over soon enough. I hadn’t exactly told him I was crushing on him but I think it was obvious we both liked each other to those around us. Soon a fire started to spread through Texas and we needed more firefighters than we had. I heard they were recruiting from the 118 but I had no idea who they picked. When the crew and I were gathering around to hear our assignments and find out what to do I saw a ghost from my past. Standing right across from me stood Evan, Hen, and some other guy I hadn't met before. It was obvious the two saw and recognized me because as soon as cap was done they headed my way.

“Y/n. It’s so good to see you. I wish there were better circumstances though.” Hen said. It was awesome to see her again. She looked just as I remembered her paired with her radiant smile.

“It’s good to see you too, Hen.” I replied back.

“Hey, Y/n.” Buck said awkwardly.

“Evan.” I answered. I turned to the guy next to them. “I used to work at the 118 when I lived in LA. You must be new.”

“Yeah. I’m Eddie.” He offered his hand to me.

“So sorry to break up this party but in case y’all don’t remember we’re here to stop a fire. Y’all heard the cap, let's get to it.” Judd said as everyone disbanded. Luckily, I was assigned away from Buck with Marjan.

“So what happened with you and my fan boy?” Marjan questioned.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh please. For as long as I've known you, you’ve never been so cold with someone as cold as you were with him. Is he an ex or something?”

“Sorta. Not really… It’s complicated.”

“Sum it up for me then.”

“Well, boy meets girl at academy. Girl falls in love with the boy. Boy starts dating an older chick and forgets about the girl. Girl runs away to Texas and blocks the boy and erases him from her life.” I quickly summed it up.

“Yikes! I thought my love life was complicated.” She quipped. “Well I think girl, should talk to boy and work things out.” She did have a point. It’s not like Evan knew I was in love with him but at the same time he stopped being a friend to be someone else’s boyfriend.

“I’m not sure about that.” She shot me one of her looks. “Fine! I’ll talk to him.”

“I’m gonna make sure of that too.” She could be annoying at times.

After we were able to get the fire under control and you know not die, I decided to finally talk to Buck. I was walking over when it seemed like he was being rejected by TK. Huh? Since when did Buck… you know what never mind. “I hope this isn’t a bad time. I wanted to talk to you. Just to let you know his boyfriend is a cop so you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“That’s not… I didn’t mean it like… What’s up, Y/n?” He was flustered.

“I wanted to know if you would like to grab a bite to eat or get drinks later and catch up? If that’s okay with Abby of course.” I added.

“Oh, I would love to, but just to let you know Abby and I broke up a few months after you left.” Oh my god really!

“Wow, I did not know that. Sorry to hear that.” I offered him a comforting hand. “Do you still have the same number?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I'll text you the details. See you later.” I later texted Buck to meet me at a restaurant in town. Even if I didn't want to admit it, I did go out of my way to go out.

When I arrived Buck was waiting on me. “Wow, you look amazing.”

“Thank you, Mr.Buckley.” I teased. “So, how have you been?”

“I’ve been alright. After you left, Abby and I dated for another few months but then her mom died and she decided she needed to travel and live a “Eat,Pray,Love life”.”

“Ouch. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah. I didn’t get the memo that meant we were broken up though, so I stayed in her apartment for months.” Oh god that’s sad. “After that, I got crushed by a fire truck, fired, had to sue to get my job back, and a whole other bunch of issues.”

“What the hell happened when I left?” I laughed.

“Yeah, it’s been a whirlwind. Everyone knows Clark needs his Lois.” He said looking at me with a look I couldn't quite place.

“Oh yeah those nicknames.” I laughed. “That feels like ages ago.”

“Yeah it does. You look happier though.” Buck added.

“I am.”

“I still don’t get why you left though. I thought everything was fine.” Buck said as he grabbed my hand. Was he really that self-involved? He didn't see how his actions were affecting me?

I quickly took my hand out of his reach. “Seriously? You thought everything was okay? I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but it wasn’t.”

“Well obviously if you could just leave and not tell me something must have been wrong. I just don’t understand how you could do that to me, Y/n. you were supposed to be my friend.”

“Same goes for you! Buck you changed everything about yourself for some girl, and yeah some of those changes were good and necessary to be a good boyfriend, but you changed so much I didn’t even know who you were anymore. You stopped being a friend to me, Buck. So don’t you dare sit here and tell me how I was a bad friend because you need to take a look at yourself and see what you did wrong.” I stopped to take a breather and I said something that I never wanted to ever leave my mouth. “I was in love with you for god’s sake.”

Across from me, Buck sat there stunned. “You loved me?”

“Yeah… Like all friends love each other.” Wow, good save. (not.)

“No, you said you were in love with me. That’s completely different than loving a friend.”

“Can we just drop this, okay? I knew this was a bad idea. Buck, I’m gonna go.” I stood to leave the table when Buck grabbed my hand.

“Wait!” He pulled me to sit down again. “I never knew you felt like that. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stop being your friend. I just thought that if I became the kind of boyfriend Abby wanted I could get over you.” I looked at Buck shocked. “I loved you too, but I thought you would never see me that way. After all, I was a reckless playboy and your best friend. I didn’t want to admit I liked you, because if you didn’t like me back, not only would I lose my best friend, I would have been crushed.” After all this time I never knew buck felt like that. “Can you say something, I’m kind of sweating over here.” Before I could even think about what I was doing, my body reacted on it’s own.

I leaned over the table and connected my lips with Buck’s. It took his brain a second to comprehend what was happening but he quickly caught up. The kiss was everything I ever imagined. It felt like fireworks were going off and it was only the two of us in the whole world. I only parted when I finally needed air. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Buck said as he leaned in for another kiss.

Notes: I was planning on releasing this Friday but hey it’s ready now so why not. Anyways like I posted I’m planning on releasing my royal AU mini-series soon. So stay tuned!

#evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckely #911 fox #911 fic #request #Eddie Diaz #911 lone star

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hmslusitania · 3 years

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bound to make a mess of things mixing fireworks and gasoline 👀 only if you want tho

The wax paper fic!! By it's full and proper name!

Um, how about I give you its official AO3 tags because I made them before I realised I was not going to have it finished before the draft expired and I don't post WIPs but I liked the tags so I preserved them in the word doc

Getting Together, alternate season 2, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, kitchen disasters, Idiots in Love, Secret Relationship, Touch starved!Eddie Diaz, affection staved!Evan Buckley, past Evan Buckley/Abby Clark, not Abby Clark positive, Divorced!Eddie Diaz, let's talk about sex baby, rating to be safe, the sex is not wildly explicit, mentions of Eddie's PTSD, for the most part there is the Opposite of Miscommunication, but the boys' self-worth generated some internal angst, sorry, everyone is season four levels of soft, and season two levels of broken, like torn up marshmallow, Eddie's love language is roasting and movies

oh god i'm the reason for ao3's new tag limit

WIP ask game

#the ghost ship answers questions #anon #bound to make a mess of things mixing fireworks and gasoline #ask games

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lonely-writer · 3 years

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Original Female Character(s), Howie "Chimney" Han, Abby Clark, Original Male Character(s), Maddie Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Bobby Nash Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Eventual Relationships, Mutual Pining, Moving On, Past Relationship(s), Past Abuse, Slow Burn, scarred character, Moving In Together, Updating tags as I go, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Protective Evan "Buck" Buckley, lots of fluff, Lots of Angst, Therapy, Swearing Series: Part 1 of What Could Possibly Go Wrong? Summary:

Buck wants to get back on his feet after Abby broke his heart, Chimney wants to play matchmaker, and Raven just wants a roommate to help pay bills.

#evan buckley x oc #911 fanfic #evan buckley #original character #my writing #my fanfic

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inkbloodpaperandbone · 4 years

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A Proper Apology

(I am honestly really happy that Abby gets her happy ending but she should have actually apologized properly. I hope it doesn't come across as Abby being a horrible person because she's not. But sometimes nice people whether they mean to or not do shitty things that hurt people. So I wrote this instead of sleeping. lol. If you like this please reblog.)

Tagging @datleggy

After leaving Buck at the park Abby felt out of sorts.

It had gone well, she'd thanked him for rescuing her fiancé, Sam, she'd explained why she'd let her and Buck's relationship and he'd told Abby that he was happy for her. So why did she feel so off?

Maybe it was because despite being back in L.A she hadn't considered to contact Carla.

Yes that was it. It would be nice to see her old friend, Abby couldn't remember the last time they'd actually spoken.

Mind made up, Abby scrolled down the contact list on her phone in search of Carla's number and physically blanched at the date of the last message.

Abby hadn't realised it had been so long.

Abby quickly sent of a text, asking if Carla was busy and if not would she like to meet up at that cafe they used to go to before Abby had left.

Fifteen minutes later Carla replied, saying she was surprised to hear Abby was in LA and yes it would be nice to meet up today but that the café Abby had suggested had shut down ages ago but that there was a nice enough one that Carla now visited and the instructions to get there.

Abby smiled and quickly phoned Sam to tell him she'd be a little while longer and that she loved him.

The café turned out not to be to far from where Abby and Sam where staying so she decided to walk. After all Abby had lived in LA for years, surely it had changed all that much on the time she was aboard.

Seeing Carla face to face for the first time in nearly three years was almost strange. But at least it was nowhere near as shocking as seeing Buck at the train wreckage a couple of days prior.

Carla was sitting at a table outside and waved Abby over when she spotted her long absentee friend.

Reaching the table Abby smiled brightly and readily accepted the hug Carla offered.

"I've missed you."

Carla pulled away, "I missed you too."

They sat and a waiter scurried over to take their orders.

Carla ordered a mocha capachino, Abby a white coffee.

"So, what are you doing back in LA. I have to say it was a surprise."

Carla smiled but her words sounded kinda, Abby wasn't sure, sad maybe.

"Well my fiance and I where -"

"Wait you're engaged? Since when?"

Abby frowned, she'd posted about the engagement on her Facebook page months ago.

She told Carla as much.

"Abby sweetie we're not friends on have Facebook anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I guess I should have called."

Carla waves a hand dismissively.

"So you where telling me about being back in LA."

Abby nodded and began explaining about the train derailment and how she and Sam where staying at a hotel for the moment.

Oh honey I'm so glad you're okay. I can't believe it, I heard about it on the news. That must have been terrifying."

"It was so scary. And I lost Sam for awhile and I had no way of knowing if he was alive and then Buck showed up and that was so strange but he helped save Sam and we're good.

"You're good, you and Buck? After everything?" Carla sounded surprised.

"Well I spoke to him earlier today."

"And how was that?"

Abby sighed she hadn't really wanted to talk about Buck.

"Well I told him about Sam and his kids and how while I was traveling I realized that if I came back to LA I was just going to go back to being the Abby that was always looking after everyone else but me and that I didn't want to lose myself again to that. So I decided not to come back."

Carla leaned back on her chair, her usually bright and friendly faced closed off.

"That's it?"

"What do you mean?" Abby recoiled at Carla's tone.

"Abby that boy waited for you for months, he looked after your apartment, all your things, even your mail and you just stopped talking to him. Honey, he came to me near tears wondering if he should give up on you or not."

Carla took a large sip of her drink.

"Please tell me you at least apologized."

"I, I explained. I -" Abby stutters.

"Explained what? That you didn't want to face up to the fact you didnt want a relationship with him anymore."

Carla shook her head in disbelief. She stood up and motions for a waiter to come to take her bill.

"Abby you ghosted him and it broke his heart. He deserves a proper apology. I'm happy for you Abby I am but I love that boy too and he's been through far to much this past year not to get the closure he needs from you."

Carla quickly pays for her drink, tells Abby to try and stay in touch and gives her another tight hug before leaving.

A lump settles in Abby's throat that doesn't go away even when she gets back to the hotel.

Sam smiles up at her from where he's sitting on the bed. The girls are in the room attached to theirs, the TV playing loudly.

Sam's face is bruised and scratched but he's alive and whole and Abby is grateful to Buck for once again being there when she needed him.

Sitting down next to her fiancé Sam asks how her afternoon went and Abby tells him about meeting Buck and then Carla. And how uneasy it had made her feel.

Sam smile drops and he take her hand between his own.

"I think your friend Carla is right. I didn't realize that was how you'd broken up with you last boyfriend. To be honest that's a pretty shitty thing to do."

He wiped away the tears that spill from Abby's eyes at his admission.

Hey, I'm not mad. And from what you've told me this Buck guy has been very understanding. But Abby I don't want you to regret never making things right between you." Sam wraps his arms around her and Abby cries into his shoulder.

That night Abby lies awake and goes over the memories of her and Buck's relationship of the conversation and how hurt Buck had been over the way she'd spoken to him. She thought over and over about what she had said and after talking with Carla Abby's excuse of being worried about losing herself to Buck sounded hollow and almost cruel.

Buck was the one who hadn't run away when he'd found out about Abby's mom, unlike Tommy. He'd been patient and understanding whenever Abby had to cancel or cut dates short. He had shied away from offering help when Abby's mom had a bad day.

She'd even told him the night she decided to leave to Ireland that Buck was the person who had helped her to start to find herself when she'd been drowing in her life as a first responder and carer to a dying mother.

He'd made her feel special and important and Abby had just thrown it all back in his face.

The realisation of this sits like lead in her stomach. Abby turns to look at Sam and watches the man she loves sleep. A man who would most likely be dead if Buck hadn't risked his life to save.

Abby knows that Sam and Carla were right, she needed to truly make amends with Buck.

Early the next morning Abby walks to the 118 firehouse and uses the time to thing over what she needs to say. The station doesn't look any different from the last time she'd been here, but so much has changed.

As she waits several cars pull up and when she looks up she sees Buck walking towards the station entrance bumping shoulders with another man. As they get close Abby recognises him as the firefighter she'd first spoken to the night of the accident.

"Abby?"

She shuffles her feet, " Hi buck."

The other firefighter claps Buck on the shoulder

"I'll tell cap you'll be a minute."

Bucks smiles after him as he walks away "Thanks Eddie."

Abby watches Eddie leave before turning back to Buck, she tries to smile but it comes out as an awkward grimace.

"Buck I," she paused, "I'm so sorry. Yesterday I should have apologized for how I treated you instead of making excuses I see that now. And I apologize for ghosting you, for leading you on when I knew I was never going to come back to you. It was wrong and I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I truly am. And maybe one day we could be friends again."

Buck sighs deeply, he curls into himself slightly and the change in posture makes him look oddly small.

"Abby I told you that I'm happy for you. And I meant it, I'm happy you've found a family and someone to love. And part of me I would like to be your friend." Buck tells her, voice quiet but sincere.

He shakes his head and straightens up. Standing tall Buck smiles that brilliant smile that still makes Abby swoon a little inside.

"But you know what Abby? You took me for granted and yesterday made me realize just how much. I loved you and I waited for you. But eventually I was done being your ghost and I've moved on too. And I'm happy without you. I've got a job that I love and I have a family full of amazing people who love me and I'm happy."

Buck's eyes a red and wet with tears and Abby can feel herself crying as well.

For a moment they stand face to face like they had done before Abby walked into the airport for her flight to Dublin so long ago.

Then Buck looks over his shoulder into the station and back again. He wiped a hand over his face and shrugs.

"I better go, my shift's already started."

It's a pretty clear dismissal and one Abby takes without complaint.

"Goodbye Abby Clark."

"Goodbye Evan Buckley."

And with that he heads inside without a backwards glance.

Several months later a week before Christmas Abby gets a card in the mail.

On the front is a picture of Buck and his friend Eddie, between them is a little boy with curly hair and bright blue glasses. Buck has a hand on the boys shoulder, a ring on his finger.

Inside (with large wobbly letters that have clearly written by a child) the card reads, 'Merry Christmas from the Buckley-Diaz family!'

And underneath in much smaller writing,is a mobile number that despite everything Abby never deleted and a single worded question, 'friends?'

#9-1-1 #my fanfic #fix-it #abby clark #evan ‘buck’ buckley #evan buckley #this is probably terrible but i worked hard so 'shrug'

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fuckyeahfanfictions · 3 years

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), past Evan "Buck" Buckley/Abby Clark - Relationship

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Carla Price, Abby Clark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Co-workers, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, POV Alternating

Language: English

Words: 36, 358

Chapters: 7/7

Summary:

Eddie grins. “Yeah I get that. So can I ask why you applied for the room? No offence but you’re not exactly the kind of candidate I expected."

Buck laughs, ducking his head. That’s probably true.

“I, uh, I’ve been staying at my girlfriend’s place while she’s travelling but um, my sister moved to LA recently and sort of made the point that I could be overstaying my welcome? Or, well- actually she tried to tell me my girlfriend’s cheating on me and I need to get over it and move out of her place.” Buck shakes his head, eyes widening at what he just implied. “She’s not! Cheating, I mean. She’s just- trying to find herself after losing her mom. She just needs a little space, y’know?”

At least, that’s the excuse Buck’s giving Abby for why she hasn’t called him in over two weeks.

Eddie nods with a vague sort of expression on his face like he hadn’t expected him to overshare that much. Which, oops.

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

#buddie #ficrec #allyasavedtheday

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canonicallyobserving911 · 2 years

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All of Buck's Women

Abandonment, Defective parts & Rewards for recklessness

Evan "Buck" Buckley associates love with all the wrong things, i.e., being abandoned, defective and reckless.

Note: all of the women from Buck's past pursued him, including those from his 1.0 phase.

Margaret Buckley, his mother

Conceived him for parts so that he could save his brother but when his parts didn't do what she wanted them to do (save the son/boy she really loved), she emotionally and mentally abandoned him. She only showed him attention when he was hurt and rewarded his recklessness by giving him food along with a tight smile/grimace😐. She yelled at him and said "you act like you're invincible" after he crashed his motorcycle. She lied by omission in the fact that she kept Daniel a secret from him for 29 years and she never planned to tell him. What kind of mother would do that? Side note: did his parents even consider what they would do with Evan if he had been able to save Daniel? It appears they didn't think past what they wanted🙄🤨. So what was their initial plan? Were they going to abandon him or put him up for adoption? Maybe they didn't have a plan.

Maddie Buckley, his sister

Took care of him when he was young but she abandoned him too; not once, not twice but three times. While she did love him, she was also young and she really didn't know how to love either so what did she do, abandoned Buck and left him to live in Boston with Doug when Buck was 12 years old. Then she married Doug and when Buck came to her after crashing his motorcycle (flashback in Buck begins), she abandoned him once again by not leaving with him but chose to stay in an abusive relationship with her husband. Buck admitted in the flashback (Buck begins) that he never liked Doug because he always wanted to know where Maddie was (enter the "clinging to people you aren't supposed to be with" phase-this is where he learned it). Although he kept in touch with her while he was traveling the Americas, she never responded to his postcards. So what could Buck possibly have been thinking during those three years? In season 2, she manipulated her way into Buck's (really Abby's) apartment while he was at work and when he found her there, she didn't tell him the real reason she came to L.A. (This pattern of women lying and hiding things from him will continue with other women in his life). After he point blank asked her why she was running, he offered to stand with her to help. While she left him in season 2 when Doug kidnapped her, it wasn't her choice so this time doesn't count and if it did that would make four times she had abandoned him. She promised him in season 3 that she wouldn't leave again, they even pinky promised (he cried). In season 4, he found out she was also a part of the lie his parents hid from him about his brother. Another lie due to omission because she knew about Daniel too but didn't tell him. She told Chimney but didn't tell Buck which caused his feelings associated with being defective to escalate. Then in season 5 what did she do, left for a third time due to her PPD. Even though she told him the last time she was leaving, she still left which caused him to feel abandoned yet again 🤔.

Dr. Wells, LAFD therapist

In season 1 she was supposed to help him with his grief following his first loss of a patient on a rollercoaster but all she did was use him for his🍆 and when she was done she sent him on his way. His thoughts associating him with being defective were reconfirmed. He recognized her from Facebook, so she too pursued him.

Abby Clark, the old cougar

Manipulated her way into getting his phone number after talking to him during a call in season 1 episode 1. How desperate was she to want to pursue a relationship with a man she hadn't even seen. Let's be real, he could have been a serial killer. It appears Buck may have confused her initial interest in him with the interest no one else had ever shown him. They started off just by talking so finally he had someone to listen to him. When she used him for what she wanted (his parts- 💓 & 🍆), she abandoned him too. Once again reiterating his parts weren't sufficient for yet another woman. In his hospital room, she too already knew she was going to abandon him (hindsight-just like his mother did when he couldn't save Daniel in a hospital after he was born). The look on her face when Bobby came into the room said it all. She looked like 'not again, I don't want the responsibility of caring for someone else'🥴. Bobby clocked it and said "I can stay with him if you want to leave" (foreshadowing)🤨. When she returned at the end of season 3, she never apologized to Buck for her trifling behavior and she even rubbed the fact that he wasn't enough in his face by returning with a man closer to her own old age, who in fact already had kids. She coerced/manipulated him to get him to promise he would save old man Sam. He reverted back to Buck 1.0 by being reckless to save a man who was "banging" (Maddie's description from season 2 episode 1) the one who Buck thought would be his forever. What did her actions say to Buck? It said, without words that 'he wasn't enough for her, never would be enough for her and yes she wanted a family just not with him'.

Taylor Kelly, the ruthless and cringey reporter

First meeting was in season 2 episode 6. She is the worst one of all the women because believe it or not she did and continues to do everything to Buck his mother did to him. She acts like she loves him, lies to his face and abandons him. She hit the trifecta on the scale of horrible women in Buck's life. She actually noticed Eddie's possessiveness with regards to her flirtatious behavior towards Buck in "Dosed" when "Petty Eddie a.k.a. the Pretty Boy" side eyed that heifer while he walked towards them after he dropped those dumbbells. Her facial expression said it all, she knew then the only way she would be able to get to Buck would be whenever Eddie wasn't around (see second part for more). She clocked it and her camera man caught it on film. (Rewatch the scene to confirm it.) She took what she wanted by manipulating the fire chief who approved it for her to do a story on the 118 without Bobby's knowledge. Then she proceeded to use Buck's found family by filming his pseudo dad's almost suicide attempt when he was high and standing on top of the firehouse. She then dismissed Buck's concern about it when he thanked her for not using the footage only for her to say "it wasn't her call that she well intended to use it". Initially he thought she liked him but her actions towards him just showed how she would use him to get what she wanted. It is beyond comprehension why Buck would even speak to her after this but his heads never learn (👱‍♂️🍆). She returns in season 2 episode 8 and manipulated Buck by buying him a drink and using him for his 🍆 by having sex with him in a dirty bar bathroom. Seriously what kind of trifling heifer is she? He said he didn't want to be that guy anymore but in the same episode she once again manipulated him by trying to screw him in the news van only to leave him with his pants unzipped in the parking lot as she chased a news story. "Chased" pun intended because later she will say the stupidest thing ever about Buck chasing her trifling behind🤨😬.

Ali Martin, earthquake girl

He met her while the whole city was broken/defective due to the earthquake in season 2. She was just like all the others that proceeded her and pursued him when she called him in season 2 episode 8 (same episode as Taylor) and asked him out. While she wasn't around much, she too abandoned him as soon as his parts became defective. She left him because his leg had been crushed by a ladder truck and she couldn't hack it (sounds familiar doesn't it?). Similar to all the others, she nonverbally dismissed and abandons him by non-verbally saying 'hey, you're not doing it for me anymore because now I will have to take care of you. I didn't want any responsibilities that would cause me to take care of you (hindsight-Buck's parents didn't have a plan for him whether he saved Daniel or not) but what I did want you can no longer give me so, I'm out'. He even told her after she said him being a firefighter was too much, that that's how they met (he cried). Basically she was telling him he wasn't enough even though his purpose (in life and in his job) was too save people. He wasn't aware of his life's purpose at the time but he was hurt again.

Taylor Kelly, the ruthless and cringey reporter

Next meeting is in season 4. She was at it again with her antics of using Buck. The constant back and forth about them being just friends because his life was full of "meaningful relationships" or her embarrassing him in front of others and friend zoning him more than once. He invited her to have dinner at Veronica's apartment with Albert but T*ylor misunderstood has intentions and belittled him just like his mother used to do. She said Buck couldn't handle "strong women" and told him to his face he was "needy". What a toxic heifer she was and continues to be. Then she does the unthinkable in season 4 episode 14. First she lied to Buck's face (he had just stopped crying when he was walking out of the hospital) and said "No comment T*ylor" and she said "I'm not working this one. I just heard a firefighter was shot and I was worried because you weren't answering my calls". LIAR!!!!!

Let's be real. How many firefighters are in L.A., hundreds maybe thousands? Also why would any sane person equate someone not answering their calls with, they must have been shot by a sniper? What a bunch of 💩💩💩, this heifer knew it was Eddie who got shot and she took a chance by using her reporter access to stand beside the hospital doors and wait. Like a slimy slug she waited until Buck came outside. She peeped Buck and Eddie's (relationship, friendship, who knows at this point) in season 2 episode 6 and after Eddie got shot she knew Buck would be not only a heartbroken mess but Eddie wouldn't be around to prevent her from manipulating him to get what she wanted, his🍆. Captain Mehta said it on the radio while Buck was trying to stop Eddie's bleeding; "Firefighter Eddie Diaz with the 118" was the one who got shot and since she's a reporter and everyone knows news outlets get the scoop first, she knew it was Eddie and she knew Buck would be there. What a B!$#%. She knew then and she knows now that Eddie is her ONLY threat, her actual nemesis. Buck will always choose him and Christopher and whenever they're around she doesn't have a chance. Then she proceeds with her manipulation while Eddie was literally in a coma. She kissed Buck when he was very vulnerable and worried. Then she ran like a cat that had its tail caught underneath a rocking chair. When she returned she said "You didn't chase me". YUCK🤮🤢🤮🤢!!!! Of course he didn't when the most important person in his life, besides Maddie and Christopher, had been shot in front of his face. The rest of her scenes with him are unwatchable in season 5 because it appears she's turned into a "Stepford Wife", "Bride of Chuckie" or one of the "Pod People" who is just completely unrecognizable. Her "the truth is everything, Buck" is just more 💩💩💩 because she's done nothing but lie to him. Even her "I love you" was 💩💩💩 too because she doesn't know what love is, she has no self-respect or self-esteem and she doesn't have any friends (after he told her "I kissed someone, a woman" 😂😅🤣, she didn't have one friend who could help her. Hotels allow late check-ins all the time so she's either lonely, pitiful or broke since she didn't have anywhere to go). Season 5 has been nothing but a dumpster fire (except for Eddie's arc) so it's great that scenes can be fast forwarded. Taylor hits the trifecta because she rewards his recklessness, abandons him constantly and she uses him for parts just like his mother did. Buck's recent reckless behaviors with and towards her ("good, love you too"🙄 and "move in with me" 🤮) shows that he's continuing to chase/cling to her even though she's toxic and has proven to be nothing but bad for him. It's interesting how those who ship BuckT*ylor fail to see the toxicity between them. They aren't good for each other and the longer they stay together the more horrific it will be. They will only start to resent one another since they aren't what the other wants and or needs. Sex is only one aspect of a relationship and if they don't know each other...🙆‍♀️.

Also they both have childhood traumas they need to deal with. T*ylor's issues with her dad killing her mother are telling. She doesn't trust men and she's like a black widow spider who eats the men that she has sex with. She's poisonous and dangerous which is the exact opposite of what Buck needs. Finally her ability to miss 🚩🚩🚩🚩is astounding. How can she not tell this relationship isn't working? Isn't she a journalist? If so, where's the Breaking News at 11:00PM that will show her she needs to work on her own trauma? She keeps choosing to see what she wants to see but she hasn't recognized she's projecting her insecurities on Buck just like he keeps clinging to her due to his own insecurities.

Lucy D0nato, the new firefighter

Not even sure why he kissed her. Maybe for more older woman cougar flashbacks like he had with Abby but really she too was rewarding his reckless behavior by kissing him. He confused it with emotional intimacy just like he did with all the others that proceeded her.

Buck seems to think that's all he deserves but until he learns he deserves better than the way his mother treated him, it will continue. He has to learn that people will always come and go but the ones who stay are meant to be there and they won't abandon him, use him for parts or reward his recklessness.

People often confuse intimacy with sex. One can be intimate without sex and one can have sex without intimacy. Intimacy is the one that involves trust and the only way to trust someone is to know them. Buck really doesn't know any of these women, including Maddie on some levels because like Eddie told him, "Maybe you don't know her like Chimney knows her". Buck hasn't learned there's a difference between these two things, but once he learns he can have both without any strings attached; his mind will be blown.

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If The World Was Ending 11/?

If The World Was Ending Chapter Eleven: Waking Up Slow

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“Heaven help me My mind changes like the wind Please excuse me I don't know where to begin

But I didn't think I cared I could be your friend But I'm unprepared Oh, I've never felt like this

I was unaware That you were lighting flares Now I'm running scared Oh, how did it come to this?...”

~Waking Up Slow (Piano version) - Gabrielle Aplin

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‘BUCK!’

Buck lifted his head and saw Christopher, he was barely hanging onto a cement light post as the water ripped at him like dark, reaching hands.

‘CHRIS!’ he shouted as he tried to swim toward him, before he was dragged under. But it didn’t matter how much he kicked his legs and moved his arms, he couldn’t get any closer.

‘HELP, BUCK!’

The water pulled at Chris and his little fingers were slipping and Buck felt desperation start to fill his chest when nothing he did could get him to the little boy. ‘PLEASE!’ he sobbed, seeing Chris’s frightened face as he reached one small hand toward him.

Then the water rushed forward and ripped him from reach and from view.

“NO!” Bucked screamed as he shot up in bed, eyes flying open. He searched the dark room, but he was alone in his loft. His chest was heaving, feeling his heart racing in his chest, but there was no water and he knew Chris was safe. Even so, he wanted to reach for his phone and call Eddie, since he knew he was home right now.

The only thing that stopped him was that it was his first day off after a 48-hour shift, and Eddie needed to rest. Hell, Buck had had Chris during that first 24-hours before Carla had come back to stay with him for the other day. Buck would have honestly been more than happy to take care of him both days, but Eddie had insisted that it was Carla’s job and that Buck didn’t have a job anymore so he couldn’t keep wasting money taking him out.

Buck knew Eddie hadn’t meant it maliciously, but the words stung more than he was willingly to admit, to be reminded that he was no longer a firefighter. Also, Buck wasn’t worried about money, since he kept getting his worker’s comp checks, and his savings consisted of all the money his grandparents had left him. They hadn’t agreed with their parents way of raising him and Maddie, especially how they’d cut her off when she’d married Doug. So, they’d cut them out of their wills and left it all to Buck and Maddie.

They’d been furious.

As for Buck, he didn’t care about the money. All her ever cared about was for his parents’s love and acceptance. He’d never gotten it.

Buck knew he was too keyed up to try going back to sleep, so he decided to take a shower to wash off the sweat. As he was coming out, his phone playing his Mellow playlist, it cut off in the middle of the James Bay song he was listening to. He immediately answered when he saw that it was Tony.

“So, you’re still alive?” Buck asked, a relieved grin on his face despite himself. His hair was still damp, and he’d yanked on some sweats and a t-shirt. The blonde man let himself fall on his bed, cell phone still against his ear. It had been two days since Tony had left, and he’d only received a single text from the man since then.

“Yeah... bruised and bettered, but still alive,” Tony groaned on the other end. There was shuffling on his end, followed by a clanking and then he heard JARVIS voice clearly stating that he needed someone else to stitch his wound.

“You’re trying to stitch your own wound?” Buck asked incredulously. “Don’t you have a tower with a medical floor?” He sat up now, worried for Tony and his apparent idiocy. And Buck thought he was a dumbass.

Tony fumbled with something as he grumbled. “I didn’t call to get lectured, Ev.”

Buck nodded with a sigh, running a hand down his tired face. He hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep in the last two days, mostly because of nightmares. While the ladder truck bombing had given him his share of nightmares, the tsunami and losing Chris during the natural disaster was something worse. So, he was feeling a bit irritable at the moment.

“Then why did you call then?” He didn’t want Tony to think all he’d do was nag at him, as if he was his... well, his boyfriend or something. That had ended a while ago. “I can exactly help you stitch your wound with you being all the way in New York.”

Tony was quiet for a few seconds. “Well, I’m not exactly in New York,” he admitted at last. He heaved his own sigh and did something that gave a sort of ripping sound, and then hissed as Buck heard a smack. “I’m right outside L.A. in a SHIELD safe house.”

“And there’s no one there to help you?” Buck asked, already starting to stand up. He looked for his wallet and the keys to the rental the insurance company had given him, since his Jeep was a total loss and were in the process of getting a estimate and issuing him a check. He had insisted on getting his Jeep back, for sentimental reasons and it didn’t matter if they didn’t give him a check. Buck didn’t want a new vehicle, wanted to fix up his Jeep.

“I’m not exactly supposed to be here,” Tony admitted. He kicked at something on his end. “By the looks of things, no one’s been here in months.”

“Where are you?” Evan asked as he climbed down to the ground level and out of his building.

“What? Why?” He paused and listened, obviously having heard him get in his car and start the engine. “No, Ev, I’m fine. You don’t have to come here.”

“J, are you there? Send Tony’s location to my phone.”

‘Yes, Mr. Buckley, sending it now.’

“JARVIS, you traitor! I will donate you to a community college!” Tony snapped with no real heat in his voice. If anything, he sounded more tired than angry.

“I’m on my way, you idiot,” Buck laughed. He heard Tony curse, but he didn’t tell him to stay away. Buck took that as a win.

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The house wasn’t much to look at, and ‘a shack’ would be a better description for it. Buck didn’t see the armor, but figured it was inside with Tony. He didn’t even bother to knock and entered through the door, which Tony had probably left unlocked for him. It could also be because he didn’t expect anyone to come attack him, so whatever had caused his injury had probably been taken care of. If not, Tony wouldn’t have allowed JARVIS to give Buck his location.

“Tony?”

“In the kitchen,” he heard the man call.

A few moments later he entered what could maybe be called a kitchen. The table looked like anything more than the first aid kit resting on it would make it collapse, so did the two chairs that were the only thing in the room. It didn’t look like it had been stepped in for ages, judging by the dust over everything, the grimy stove and the refrigerator that was probably from the eighties, possibly the seventies. There was likely no food inside, and the sink and the faucets of it were rusted, so there was possibly no water.

Buck moved over and soon he was standing over Tony, who was sitting in one of the rickety chairs. He had a black eye that was almost swollen shut, several cuts and bruises all over his face and exposed torso, since he was shirtless. Tony also had a bandage taped against his left side, just out of where he could comfortably reach, and it was quickly being stained by blood. “You’re fine, huh?”

Tony scowled up at him past his rapidly swelling eye, and the armor silently standing behind him in sentry mode showed the dent on the face plate where he’d been hit. “I am,” he insisted. He indicated the bandage. “I managed to tape it up.”

“And JARVIS thinks you need stitches,” he said, removing his light jacket and hanging it on the other chair. “Turn this way,” he instructed as he pulled the chair with his jacket closer. He had to sit close to be able to examine the wound, and he shook his head when he pulled the bloody bandage off. “I’m a firefighter, not a paramedic, and even I know this needs stitches.”

“Well, take a crack at it, if you want,” Tony told him petulantly. He didn’t seem to happy with being seen like that, but he’d seen Evan like that so he didn’t know what his problem was. In fact, he’d been worse, but then again, he’d been eighteen at the time, almost nineteen. So, he guessed it was different.

Buck shook his head and yanked the first aid kit closer, which he’d obviously been trying to use by the blood smeared on the side of it. “I’d normally leave you to your stupidity, but then JARVIS would be upset,” he snarked back.

Of course, he wouldn’t actually do it, since he’d come all this way to help him. Buck cared about Tony, even when he was being snappish. They were both quiet as he worked, Buck having slipped on some gloves, and Tony grunted in pain when the needle first pierced the skin, but then his only response afterwards was a few flinches or his shoulders twitching for the next six stitches. “All done,” he said, cleaning the excess blood and tossing it all in the trash can Tony had obviously dragged closer. There wasn’t even a bag inside of it.

“Thanks,” Tony finally said after a moment of silence. His face was tired and Buck wondered how much sleep he’d gotten since the two days he’d seen him. The bags under his eyes told that it had likely not been much, so he probably felt as bad as Buck did.

“Are you staying here?” Buck asked, looking around distastefully at the grime and dust that covered every surface. He was sure the rest of the... structure was just as bad, or worse. At least it was only one floor, since he was quite sure anything higher might have collapsed by now. Then again, if it belonged to a secret spy organization, then it was probably reinforced to keep it standing. Buck wasn’t too keen on testing that theory out.

“I can’t really fly without fixing the helmet,” he said. Buck took that to mean that it was damaged enough that he might not be able to even use it. “I’ll have... Pepper send me the jet.”

“Or I could take you home,” Buck blurted out, not really thinking on what he was saying.

“I.. do have a penthouse in LA,” Tony mused out loud. Then he quickly shook his head. “No, never mind, I think it was damaged in the tsunami.”

“I meant take you to my apartment,” Buck clarified. He was amused as Tony’s gaze snapped up in shock toward him. “It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” He tried to keep the smirk off his face as he saw Tony’s face start to get a bit red. Buck hadn’t even know it was possible to make Tony Stark blush.

“I don’t... want to be a burden,” Tony said, almost stuttering. Buck was enjoying this way too much. “I don’t really have a change of clothes.”

Buck shrugged as he leaned forward, seeing Tony’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously. “You can just borrow some of mine,” he said, making a show of checking his bandage, but he wanted to tease him a little. He’d always enjoyed flexing his flirting skills, and there was no one better for that than Mr. Tony “smooth-talking-charm-anyone” Stark. Then again, Tony had been Maddie’s friend since they were 14 and 16 respectively, Buck having been 10 at the time. It was the year before he started at MIT, and three years before his parent’s automobile accident.

He’d been a mess back then, alcohol and drugs and between Maddie and his friend Rhodes they’d helped him the best way they could. As for Buck, he had met Tony briefly but not entirely, and during that time he’d been thirteen. They hadn’t properly met until he was 16 (almost 17) and Tony had been 20, at a charity event that Charles Buckley actually donated to. Buck was convinced that it was just to keep up appearances, but it had benefited Buck that he could finally meet Maddie’s friend, Tony Stark.

Buck had been smitten almost immediately but Tony had refused the young man’s advances until he was actually 18. By then Buck had long known he was bisexual and knew exactly what and who he wanted, and he had wanted Tony. It was cliche that on his eighteenth birthday they’d finally fallen into bed together, but that’s what had happened, almost like a fairytale if one was being extra sappy and cheesy.

Then Charles Buckley had found out eight months into their relationship, and Buck had ended it to spare himself from his father’s bigoted, homophobic rage. He’d moved to LA a month after he turned nineteen.

Now here he had him once again and all those feelings he’d never gotten over were returning with a vengeance, despite his feelings for Eddie. He’d been hiding them well, hiding himself out of fear still, but it became harder now with Tony here. Because while he wasn’t sure that Tony had ever loved him, Buck was sure the man had been his first love, and you never got over your first love.

“Come home with me,” he told him, fingers coming to rest on his knee.

Tony’s eyes moved to the hand on his knee before they lifted to meet his eyes. “Yea-”

The sound of the front door being kicked in made them both freeze, and the armor turned as the repulsors charged with a whine. Buck stood and faced the open doorway even as Tony hissed at him to get back. There was no way he’d do that, not with Tony being injured.

They both tensed as an imposing figure entered their line of sight, a very familiar shield in front of them. “Tony?” he asked in confusion.

“Rogers,” Tony sighed as he slumped back in his chair. He winced a moment later and Buck wanted to immediately check the stitches, but he hadn’t moved from his position, which was between Tony and this man. “It’s alright, he’s a... not a threat.”

Buck’s eyes narrowed on the man, trying to place him, and definitely not trusting him in the slightest. “Why’re you kicking in the door?” Buck asked him as his eyes not once leaving him as he walked further inside the kitchen.

“Because this is a SHIELD safe house and someone broke into it,” he said, as if that explained that all. “I work with SHIELD.”

Buck opened his mouth to respond, not sure why this man got his hackles up, but paused as Tony’s hand touched his elbow. He glanced at the man, scoffed and backed off, physically and metaphorically as he sat in the rickety chair once again. “I’m surprised there’s even security system for this shack,” Tony told the man. He seemed to know him, whoever he was.

“It’s a low frequency alarm, which is why we only got here,” a woman said as she walked in after the man. Buck hadn’t even heard her come in she was so quiet. “I’m surprise you didn’t realize there was an alarm.”

Tony grunted as he put on his shirt carefully. “I didn’t really check,” he admitted. “I was preoccupied with other things.” He stood. “We’ll be leaving now.”

“You’re hurt?” the man asked, brow furrowed. “Do you need assistance?” He’d stepped forward and his blue eyes narrowed as Buck tensed and half rose out of his seat.

“He’s fine, I took care of him,” he said.

The man, Rogers as Tony had called him, frowned. “And you are?”

Tony opened his mouth, but Buck cut him off. “Buck,” he said, holding a hand to him. And even as he smiled at him, there was no warmth in the expression. “A firefighter with LAFD.”

Rogers hesitated a moment, seeming to stiffen at the mention of his name. He eventually took his hand, grip firm as he shook it. “Steve Rogers. That’s an interesting name.”

Buck shrugged as he released his hand and tipped his head at the woman, who hadn’t bothered to introduce herself. Except, she really didn’t have to now that Buck new the man’s name. He was Captain America and that must mean she was Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, who had wandered closer to Tony to check him over. Tony just waved her off. “It’s actually Evan Buckley, but everyone just calls me Buck.”

Tony stood as well now. “Well, not that this hasn’t been swell,” he snarked, “but I’m eager to get into Ev’s bed.”

Rogers sputtered and Tony only grinned and didn’t correct what he must be thinking. He moved past them all, and Buck nodded as he also left the room. The suit, being controlled by JARVIS, followed right behind. As they exited the shack, he saw the jet parked close by, a dark shadow in the gloom.

Tony had already slipped into the passenger seat and Buck wasted no time in getting into the car as well. “So, did I just meet Captain America and the Black Widow, or did I imagine that?”

“No,” Tony huffed a laugh, “you didn’t.”

Buck nodded as he started his car. “And did you just make those same people think we were about to have sex?”

Tony smirked and Buck laughed as he shifted the car into drive and headed back toward the city. “You’re terrible.”

“I try my best,” Tony quipped back.-

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bvckleydiaz · 4 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz, past evan buckley/abby clark Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1) Additional Tags: tourist au, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, buck on vacation, buck in mexico city, buck misses abby, but maybe not for long, buck should practice spanish more before his next trip to mexico, Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bottom Evan “Buck” Buckley, Top Eddie Diaz Summary: Inspired by a tumblr prompt on a list posted by diazbuckleysworld. “A tourist (Buck) travels abroad and doesn’t know the language. They become infatuated by a local (Eddie).”

#old but gold #buddie fic #fic recommendation #buddie smut

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Embers VI

Chapter VI: the announcement

Summary of series: Katie moves from Peachtree, Georgia, to L.A. with her son, Alex to start fresh after the death of her husband. When she meets Evan Buckley, a young firefighter, she falls fast but will her son be so quick to accept Evan into his life?

Summary of chapter: Nick and Amber, under Katie and Raquel’s advice, go public with their “relationship” and a new face shows up; leaving Katie feeling a little insecure.

Warning: the tiniest bit of angst and, like, jealousy if we wanna call that a warning 🤷‍♀️

Author’s Note: Hope everyone liked last week’s chapter! I’m having fun writing these, so as long as I’m stranded inside -- and have some inspiration -- there will be more chapters. This one is super short because I wanted it to be simple and to the point, but next week’s will be longer. I’m, as always, hope to any ideas or requests for the series so feel free to send them in! Enjoy this chapter! Cheers, xx! 😘

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“Hey guys!” Nick exclaimed to his camera while Amber trying not to cringe beside him, choosing instead to act “innocently embarrassed” as she would later describe it. You and Raquel tried to direct the situation on screen but both Nick and Amber ignored the suggestions. “I know I usually like to keep my private life, well... private, but I have a feeling that won’t be as easy as I’d like it. I want to introduce you all to, Amber!”

“Hi!” Amber finally spoke, fake sweetness on her tone

“Amber and I have been seeing each other for about a month now and things are starting to get serious...”

“Absolutely! We’ve spent so much time together that I think he might know me better than I know myself.” She giggled as Nick wrapped his arm around her

“So today we wanted to play a game so you guys can get to know us,” Nick said to the camera, “and see how important this girl is to me.” You smiled off camera and gave Nick an enthusiastic thumbs up

“It’s gonna be so much fun!” Amber smiled, pointing her finger at Nick jokingly, “you better not get any wrong!” Nick laughed and the two began their game. Raquel asked you to follow her outside and you obliged, looking back at your two clients before you left.

“Katie,” Raquel said, “I need you to make sure these two are seen together as much as possible. Or else this video isn’t going to mean anything. Do you understand me?” you nodded nervously, “good. I have to go back to the office, so you’re good here right?”

“I’m good” you answered and Raquel smiled, staring at her phone as she walked away; waving goodbye carelessly before you went back inside. Nick and Amber were laughing with each other, everything seemed to be going fine so you decided to check in with Evan

“How are you doing today?” you said, trying not to sound like you were prying

“I’m good,” he replied and you could hear the smile in his tone, “but you don’t have to check up on me”

“Maybe I just like talking to you...”

“Or maybe you’re concerned I’m gonna break down at work..?”

“No,” you scoffed, “no I don’t think you’re gonna break down. But yeah, I’m checking in. I just wanted to see how you’re doing. That’s it, honest.”

“I appreciate it but, really, I’m okay.”

“Okay, okay. I believe you,” you laughed before you noticed Nick calling you back, “I gotta go. But if you need me, call me. I have my phone on and most likely in my hand all day.”

“Got it,” he smiled, “wanna have dinner tonight?”

“Sure! What are you making?”

“I meant like.. at a restaurant...”

“Like a date?”

“Yeah”

“I don’t know if I can get someone to watch Alex, so last minute...”

“What about Eddie?”

“What about him?”

“He can watch Alex. It’d be nice if he and Christopher were friends right?”

“No totally,” you contemplated, “but would Eddie be okay with that? I don’t want to put him out...”

“Oh he’s fine!” He laughed

“Okay! You talk to him and I’ll make sure I’m ready to go whenever you say so but I have to go now!” You insisted and he laughed once more before signing off, you were met instantly by Amber’s scowl.

“That’s good enough for a while right?” she snarled

“What?” you replied

“The video..?” she asked, rolling her eyes when you didn’t seem to get it, “I don’t have to be seen with him for a while since that video will give everyone plenty of proof we’re together”

“Ahh,” you answered, smiling before you bluntly continued, “No.” Amber scoffed before beginning a tirade

“You and your boss said we had to make this announcement that we are together. We did that. We should be fine to do our own stuff until the next stunt comes al--”

“Okay, listen to me,” you interrupted, “the two of you haven’t been seen out together at all. Except for the small chance that someone caught our meeting on camera. Which means that the two of you need to hang out together in public where people can see you. And snap some photos. Once everyone is talking about the two of you together then you can ‘do your own stuff’ and if anyone asks you can say that you’re working on separate projects but you miss each other every day.. Or something like that. Understand?”

“Why can’t I just say that instead of having to make a big deal out of it?”

“Because Amber,” you said, annoyed, “this is a PR relationship. To benefit you. In order for it to work, you have to put in some effort. Get to know him, let him get to know you. Raquel and I will make sure the two of you get the publicity the relationship needs but if there’s no shots of you two out there, we can’t do our job.”

“Fine” Amber replied, rolling her eyes before walking away and you sighed deeply

“Don’t sweat it, K,” Nick reassured you, “we’ll be fine. I’ll charm her.” He winked at you, making a smile appear on your face

“I’m sure you will.” You replied

After dinner, Evan took you on a walk in a part of the city you’d never been; surrounded by beautiful lights and street performers.

“This is beautiful” you smiled up at him, squeezing his hand with yours

“I thought you might like it.” He smiled in return and directed you to a part of the path with messages etched into the stones; things like ‘smile,’ ‘love,’ and ‘always bright on rainbows’ caught your eye before you noticed a fountain in the corner of your eye

“Do you have any change?” you asked and Evan nodded with a small laugh, giving you a quick kiss before handing you the coin. You pulled him along with you, trying to convince him to make a wish with you but he just watched you.

“I have everything I need, I don’t need to make a wish” he smiled and you cocked your head to the side, stepping closer to him; pushing herself up on your tip toes to kiss his lips gently

“It’s not about what you need,” your whispered, with your arms wrapped around his neck, “it’s about what you want.”

“I want you,” he joked, “and I have you. so I don’t need to wish.” He pecked your lips intermittently as you tried to argue with him; ultimately giving into him as he picked you up

“OKAY!” you laughed, “let me throw this coin into the fountain and make a wish!“ he let you down and you turned around, closing your eyes as you made your wish. When you tossed the coin back, you heard someone call out to Evan

“Buck?” the voice repeated, “Evan Buckley is that you?” You opened her eyes just as a woman with long red-ish blonde hair walked over to Evan

“Abby?” he exclaimed, “wow, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good. Wow,” she practically fawned, “you look great!”

“Thank you!” he smiled, a different kind of smile than you had seen before which made you a little nervous, “so do you!”

“Thank you! Wow I still can’t believe I ran into you!” She repeated, a giant smile on her face and you weren’t sure what you could do so you cleared your throat, smiling at Evan when he looked back at you

“Oh I’m sorry,” he said, bringing you forward, “Katie, this is Abby, Abby this is my.. Katie.” It occurred to you then that the two of you hadn’t had the ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ talk yet

“Hi,” you finally said, filling the empty space, “nice to meet you.”

“You too!” Abby replied, “I’m so sorry. I’m ruining your date, I just wanted to say hi. So now that I have, I’ll leave you two to continue your date.” You smiled and watched Evan as Abby walked away, trying to gauge his emotions but he just put his arm around your waist and walked with you.

Evan’s P.O.V

“So who is she?” Katie asked, facing the T.V. as the two of you sat on the couch, watching some program a few days after your dinner date

“Hmm?” you hummed

“Abby Clark...” there was a sneer to her tone that caught your attention

“She’s just someone from my past”

“But.. what kind of someone?”

“She’s... my ex” you whispered and she sighed, dropping her head

“That’s what I thought...”

“I haven’t seen her in years”

“But you still have feelings for her?”

“She was a really important part of my life,” you started, leading her to stand up and wander down the hall to Alex’s room, “but no. I don’t have feelings for her. How could I?”

“I wouldn’t blame you. If I saw my ex after years of... not seeing them,” she stammered, “those feelings would come rushing back.”

“They didn’t,” you insisted, “not for me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know if I believe you.”

“That’s okay right now,” you said and Katie took a step back, scoffing in surprise, “you just have to trust me. That’ll help with the belief later.” She tilted her head and furrowed her brow

“Tell me about her.” She said and you let out a big breath before leading her back to the couch. You held Katie’s hand as you tried to think of the best way to start but once you began, it all flowed out, “wow. So she was like... the one?”

“She was the one then,” you admitted, “but she’s not now. You..” you hesitated and she looked at you with concern in her eyes

“I..?”

“You’re the one I can see myself with. Growing old with. Having kids with. Coming home to every night. Waking up every morning next to. You. It’s you, kid.” She smiled and leaned in for a hug, captivated by his sweet words

“I trust you but,” she admitted, “I’m wary of any relationship between the two of you.” You nodded but assured her that there was nothing going on between them

“And I promise you, there will never be something between us.”

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