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wildlife4life · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @hippolotamus, @eddiediaztho, @disasterbuckdiaz, @forthewolves, @giddyupbuck @fortheloveofbuddie @wikiangela and @daffi-990 Thank you all so much! You all so amazing and I look forward to all of your upcoming works! Go check them out!

Ya'll I have been riding on an ecstatic high since Sunday. Not only did my Kansas City Chief's win, they blew out the Chicago Bears. And to top it all off, my favorite player Travis Kelce, who I have been a huge fan of for years (long before Taylor Swift, before the super bowl wins, and before Patrick Mahomes) got T-Swift to come to a game and freaking broke the internet. I have loved every moment and I am just so elated about it all. So to keep with the trend of the NFL, here is NFL Buck... and his leg injury.

They didn’t even make it to half time and Christopher never showed his touchdown dance to his grandparents. Midway through the second quarter, linebacker Jayon Brown sideswiped the left tackle, leaving him free and with a direct shot to the quarterback. Just as Buckley was releasing the ball for a pass to the endzone to DeAndre Hopkins, Brown tackled him, knocking his throw off and allowing Adoree Jackson to intercept it. Brown swears up and down to this day, the tackle was clean, but deeply regrets the damage that came from it. What he doesn’t tell anyone but those closest to him; he heard and felt Evan Buckley’s leg break under him and when he got back to the sideline, he puked his guts behind the bench. Evan’s cries of pain were barely heard over the roar of the crowd celebrating the pick and it took a short moment for anyone to notice that the Texan’s quarterback had not gotten back up. Right tackle Kendall Lamm was the first to notice Buckley’s injury and frantically waved over the training staff. He would go on to tell the press, “Buckley is a tough son of a bitch and to hear that sort of anguish coming from him, I knew something was wrong.” Then when asked about the injury the large offensive lineman would pale slightly, “Legs aren't supposed go that way, but I ain’t no doctor and we can only pray Evan comes back from this.”

The amount of research that has gone into the section is crazy. All players besides Buck are real players on those teams at that time. The interception actually occurred in the 2nd quarter of that game, but I'm putting the whole broken leg twist into there. If you have any questions about the NFL or American football in general please shoot me a message. Hope you all enjoyed! Go Chiefs!

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daniwib · 1 month

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Highly amused that this promo poster of Buck appears to feature the 6th Street Viaduct in the background - the very same one I hurl him off in my current whump fic A thousand pieces on the floor !

#buck whump #hurt buck #worried eddie diaz #bobby whump #hurt bobby #worried bobby nash #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #9-1-1 #911 #9-1-1 fanfiction #911 fox #whump #angst #911 fanfiction #911 abc

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whumpdoyoumean · 1 year

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This is on the official Fox account (and Oliver's story) immediately following the trailer that has sparked a bunch of whumpy speculation, I 👀👀👀

#911 fox #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #Whump #buck whump #911 whump

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the-likesofus · 1 year

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you are my boy, buckaroo

9-1-1 on Fox | 1724 words | hostage situation, athena is buck’s mom prove me wrong, established relationship buddie, wrong place wrong time buck strikes again

tw gun mentioned

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Athena is in the middle of lunch when her phone vibrates in her breast pocket. It has been a day and it's only 2 pm. Her morning patrol ended at a residential home for someone’s idiot boyfriend who had left his keys at work and his girlfriend had called the cops thinking someone was trying to break into their house. The guy’s phone had been in his pocket the whole time yet he hadn’t thought to call his girlfriend to let him inside.

For a moment she considers ignoring the call and enjoying her sandwich in peace she knows that Harry has a basketball game today and he was going to call her when the game ended.

Leaving her sandwich on the plate with a sigh she tugs the phone out of her pocket and grins at the caller ID. “Hello, Buckaroo. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“‘Thena.” A tiny voice whispers down the line. Athena’s hackles are up instantly and the skin on the back of her neck goosebumps immediately.

“Buck? What’s going on? Are you in trouble?” She’s already walking out of the station and crossing the parking lot to her patrol car, her sandwich abandoned. She keeps her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear as she fishes out her keys and climbs into her car. “Talk to me, Buck. What’s going on?”

“I’m at the grocer's on West Adams Boulevard.” He’s still whispering and between the shaking of his voice and the commotion around him, Athena can barely pick up what he’s saying. “They barred the doors. I think someone has a gun.”

“Okay. Okay, Baby. I’m on my way.” She throws the patrol car into reverse and rips out of the parking lot. “Are you somewhere safe? Buck?”

“Athena, I don’t think–.” There is shouting on Buck’s end of the line followed by a grunt and a lot of rustling.

“Buck!”

“This one had a phone!” A voice that isn’t Buck’s carries down the line and Athena’s heart feels like a lump in her throat as she switches lanes and turns onto the next block.

“Buck?” There’s more yelling and then the call ends with a resounding beep.

It takes twenty minutes to get to the grocer Buck mentioned and when Athena pulls up there are already two other cruisers and the ambulance from Station 26 parked outside. Athena swings open her door and charges across the parking lot with her phone still gripped in an iron fist.

Glancing at the building, she can see very little movement inside though most of the windows are blocked by display cases and overstocked food aisles. “Sergeant Cammeray? What's the situation?”

The older sergeant looks at her and calls out, “Sergeant Grant. Were you called to this too?”

“No, but one of my boys is inside? Can you tell me what’s going on?”

He nods and walks over to meet her pointing towards the front door as he walks. “I’m told it’s a hostage situation. We’ve got about ten civilians inside, two men went in just before 2 o’clock and barred the doors behind them. Someone walking down the street called 9-1-1 after they heard gunshots from inside. We’ve had one girl who snuck out through a back door in the loading bay,” He points to a young woman sitting in the back of The 26’s ambulance with a shock blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“She able to tell you anything?” Athena asks.

“Not really. She works there and was in the back when they came in. They must have seen her leaving though because they barred that back door behind her.”

“So they let one escape but haven’t started making any demands?”

Cammeray shakes his head. “We’ve got a hostage negotiator on their way. There haven’t been any more shots fired, for all we know it was a warning shot, to scare them.”

Athena turns up her nose. “For all you know someone could be bleeding out in there while you’re all standing around twiddling your thumbs!”

An hour passes since Buck first called and the negotiator arrives, a stout man with a terrible mustache but who seems to be very good at his job. Or at least, he thinks he is, Athena starts to doubt that at the two-hour mark. There has still been little movement from what she can see through the windows.

Special Agent Sully reports that the men inside are starting to make demands, willing to negotiate. Then more vehicles pull up unannounced as simultaneously all chaos breaks out inside. There’s crashing, sounds of shelves toppling, glass breaking, and gunshots. Three consecutive shots are fired and Athena decides that enough is enough and marches towards the front door, plotting vengeance with every step if they have harmed even a single hair on Evan Buckley’s head.

She is brought to an abrupt halt by Cammeray blocking her way. “Sergeant Grant.”

“You better move out of my way Gordan or you’re gonna have another thing coming.”

“Sergeant Grant, one of them is an ex-marine. This is out of our jurisdiction now.”

“Jurisdiction my ass. Move!”

“You will be the first one in behind them.” Cammeray indicates to the NCIS unit and SWAT teams both gearing up across the parking lot. “But not a moment sooner.”

This seems like overkill for a grocery store and patience is not Athena’s strong suit—she is well aware—but the wait becomes torturous as a fourth and final shot echoes from the building right as SWAT breaches the doors, front and back.

True to his word, Cammeray lets Athena through as soon as the two men are led out in handcuffs by two NCIS special agents. Inside the store is a mess. The shelves have been ransacked and the till is hanging from the bench by its wires. Athena however is more focused on scanning the array of people who were previously being held hostage but are now being checked over by the paramedics from Station 26.

Finally, she spots Buck and some of the pressure in her chest eases when she sees him shuffling to his knees as the paramedic who was checking him over moves on to another patient.

It only takes her a moment to cross the store and crouch in front of him, her hands instantly coming up to cup his cheeks. “Athena?”

“Hey, Baby. Yeah, I’m here.” Buck sighs and falls into Athena’s side. She wraps her arm around his shoulders and runs the fingers of her free hand over his hair. “How come any time there’s trouble, you always find yourself in the middle of it?”

“Special talent?” Buck mumbles and she chuckles as she rubs her hand up and down his arm.

“Okay, let me look at you.” She holds him away from her and brings her fingers to his face.

“The paramedic already cleared me, ‘Thena.”

She tuts at him and turns his face from side to side. There’s a scrape up one side of his face and a nasty welt around his right eye. “Let me fuss for a moment, please. I was worried about you, and for good reason, it seems. Did one of them punch you?”

“Yeah.”

Athena levels him with a flat look and Buck sighs dramatically. “He had a gun, Athena. And he kept waving it at this lady and her baby, and I just–.” Buck motions with his arm and Athena resists the urge to cuff him around the head.

“Just what? Tackled him?”

Buck glances away and won't meet her eyes.

“Oh, you are so glad your boyfriend isn’t here right now.”

“Please don’t tell Eddie,” Buck begs, spinning back to turn wide pleading eyes on her.

Eddie is out of town visiting his parents in El Paso for the weekend, Buck was supposed to be there with him but following one of that other A shift crew breaking their collar bone on a golf trip, Bobby had to regretfully ask Buck to stay behind. Athena knows full well that Eddie would have Buck’s head on a pike for putting himself in danger again, especially while Eddie wasn’t there to protect him.

“You know your boy will find out one way or another.”

Buck sighs and leans heavily into the side of the ambulance door. “I know, just, not tonight. Please?”

“Okay,” Athena relents and reaches out to squeeze his shoulder. “But you are coming home with me tonight.”

“Athena–!”

“Nope, no excuses. The guest room is yours and I’m not letting you out of my sight until the sun comes up again.”

Bobby is waiting at the front door when they arrive at the Nash-Grant house and as soon as Buck is within three feet of him Bobby grabs the boy by his shoulders and holds him firmly in place as he looks him over much the same way Athena did.

After dinner, Buck finds Athena on her favorite lounge chair in the back yard and he perches on the edge of the one next to her.

“Hey, Athena.” He starts quietly, looking down at his hands. “Thank you, for coming today, I mean.”

Athena sits up smoothly and reaches out to cup Buck’s cheek, forcing him to look up at him as she smooths her thumb back and forth against the apple of his cheek. “Buckaroo, you are my boy. I will always come when you call me. Always.”

Buck's eyes instantly turn glassy and Athena rises from her seat to kiss his forehead before departing for the night. “Get some sleep, Baby. There’s a toothbrush for you in the bathroom drawer.”

Buck gets a third round of being fussed over when Eddie flies back into Los Angeles the next afternoon—a day earlier than he was meant to be back—but word travels fast and Eddie changed his flights as soon as he heard what had happened. Athena watches from the kitchen table as Eddie winds his arms tightly around Buck and pulls him close to his chest, dropping a kiss on his forehead and to the bruise forming over his right eye.

“I am never leaving you unsupervised ever again.” Eddie says firmly and Buck rolls his eyes but lets Eddie continue to fret over him and Athena can see the pleasing blush that creeps up his neck at the attention.

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princessfbi · 11 months

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Buck should be more bloody on the show, it suits him 😌

I couldn't agree more!

#evan buckley #mandzuking17 #royal decree #writing talk #buck whump

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bisexual-buck · 11 months

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intimidation tactics by autumnchills [ one shot | word count: 8.7k | rating: teen+ ]

“What do you want?” Buck muttered to himself, then hit accept and waited for his Photos app to open up the image. He wished he hadn’t. Buck wished he had blocked his number. He wished he hadn’t been so naive as to think that Mark would only be sending selfies. Because what he saw was one of the last things he could have ever expected. Buck knew Mark was a dick, knew that he had violent tendencies when things didn’t go his way, but this photo of himself— completely nude— took things to a whole new level. — A man Buck knew once upon a time is ready to do whatever it takes to get Buck to “have some more fun times” with him, including threatening to share a nude photo that Buck never knew he had, or even took in the first place.

#*fanfic #911fic #911 fan fic #911 abc #evan buckley fic #evan buckley #whump #buck whump #evan buckley fanfic #911 fanfic

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homerforsure · 1 year

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Forced drinking fic 👀

Anon, I am so sorry for this. I started working on it and realized I have no idea what I'm doing yet and also this part doesn't actually have any forced drinking.

Basically the premise is that there are some guys fleeing a manhunt and they force their way into Buck's apartment to take refuge. They tie him up and help themselves to some alcohol. (i can't decide if buck is supplying a party or if they bring some themselves OR if Buck just has a well-stocked kitchen cabinet. And then they decide it's rude not to share with him.

Obviously Eddie calls in the middle because there's a manhunt in Buck's neighborhood.

The buzzing seemed to get louder with every ring. Buck tried to turn his body to trap the phone between his thigh and the railing to muffle the sound, but all that did was let it reverberate all the way down the staircase and echo through the room until voicemail caught the call.

“Is that you?” Cujo asked the cowboy.

The cowboy scrunched up his brow. “Where would I get a phone?”

“I thought you kept the burner.”

Shaking his head, the cowboy said, “Snapped it and dropped it on the way. That’s coming from him.”

He jerked his head toward Buck without looking up from the cards he was shuffling and the other two men turned their heads toward him. Buck strained to keep his eyes on them, the instinct of prey not to lose track of the predators, and quick breaths puffed in and out of his nose as the bike lock pressed into the underside of his chin like a knife.

“Who is it?” Cujo asked.

“Dunno,” Buck answered, swallowing around the lie as his heart pounded in the cadence of the names of everyone he hoped wasn’t at the other end of the line. “I was expecting a call about my car’s extended warranty. Might be them.”

They kept staring at him, drinking from their liquor bottles and Buck fought to keep from squirming under the scrutiny. He felt the next call a split second before the buzzing echoed again down the railing and let his head fall back against the stair.

“Sounds important,” Cujo said, pushing his chair against the table and rising to his feet. “We better make sure everything’s okay.”

“Don’t,” Buck said, pressing his feet into the stair as if he could push himself out of the way. The move put more weight on his screaming shoulders and Buck groaned as Cujo put his foot on the first stair. “Stop, man. Just leave it. Fuck. Stop!”

In a terrible, thoughtless miscalculation, Buck kicked out at Cujo, trying to break his kneecap or at least keep him back. He caught him on the thigh, but all it did was bring his ankle close enough for Cujo to grab and yank, laughing as Buck’s ass slid off the stair he was on. The u-lock slammed into his throat, driving a strangled cry out of his mouth and his arms were ripped up again by the bindings that were attached to the other end of it.

As Buck dangled, gasping wetly for breath, Cujo dropped his leg, but planted his foot on Buck’s thigh, keeping him from getting any purchase and pushing himself back up.

“I told you earlier,” he said conversationally, bending down to dig through Buck’s pockets. “If you’re going to be feisty, you gotta get a lot better at it.”

Cujo’s fingers closed around the phone, pulling it free just as it stopped ringing. He lifted his foot as soon as he had his prize and Buck, still choking, flailed again, this time scrambling to catch the edge of the step. Blackness sparkled at the edges of his vision and his throat throbbed and he couldn’t find it. Panic disconnected Buck from his limbs. His trachea might be broken. He was going to strangle to death. He wheezed and kicked and then…

With one massive fist, Cujo seized Buck by his belt buckle and hoisted him up. Air flooded his lungs and Buck could only lay limply on the stairs as blood rushed in his ears and his entire body seemed to throb.

“Aww, would you look who it is,” Cujo said, holding the phone up to Buck’s face. “We probably should call him back, don’t you think? Poor guy might be starting to worry.”

Black spots continued to pulse in his vision, but Buck could see the name of his missed caller on the screen and his racing heart only pounded harder.

Eddie <3

#birthday snips #forced drinking fic #buck whump #am writing

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biboybuckley · 1 year

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i need somebody to pull me out of this grave

Teen and Up Audiences | 2k | Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

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Five times Eddie yells for Buck and one time he whispers

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Eddie flashes back to the events of the night before while sitting in the hospital chapel. Bobby finds him there after awhile and the two have an important discussion about handling their new circumstance and what it means for them individually

5 times Eddie yells

Buck!

He didn’t know yet. He didn’t know that Buck was already dead, that yelling wouldn’t do any good. The first shout cracked open something in his chest, spilling poison into his veins. It didn’t matter that he was injured too- he was moving. Buck wasn’t. Buck wasn’t moving .

His world narrowed to one pinpoint- Buck hanging midair, not moving, not calling back to him. Nothing. Helpless, vulnerable. Bile rose in Eddie’s throat but he ignored it, starting to scramble up the ladder on shaking legs, gripping the sides with trembling hands as he tried to force himself to breathe.

It didn’t matter that he was essentially climbing up a lightning rod in the middle of the storm. Let lightning strike twice, he thought, let it take him out too. Just let him reach Buck first.

Buck!

He went up the ladder as quickly as he could manage, shouting, begging for any sign that Buck could hear him. He had lost his breath, he could barely manage the one word shout. I’m coming, it said, I’m coming for you, I swear.

His gaze didn’t stray even for a moment, desperate for any sign of life from the limp form of his best friend. His partner. His coparent. Chris’s second father. One of the two people in this world Eddie doesn’t think he can ever possibly live without.

Buck!

He was almost there, so close. Hang on, please, I’m almost there. I’m going to get you to safety. There was no response, still, as his voice broke and the plea tore its way from his throat, burning as it left and leaving an empty space inside him that was growing by the moment. Desperation clawed at his chest, tearing at his throat, flooding his veins with a burning chill that was worse than being hit by lightning.

Buck!

He was at the top now, looking over the edge at the lifeless body below him. He could see his face- barely. His expression was slack, not even a twitch. Nothing. He looked-

No. No, he’s not dead, he cannot be dead. Eddie shook his head, his breaths gasping pants now as he grabbed the line, yanking on it with everything he had. It wasn’t logical- he knows that, now- but at the time all he could think was in my arms, I need him in my arms. I need him to know I have him .

A sob ripped itself from him as he failed to pull his partner up, defeat beginning to cloud his brain, panic clawing at his throat, tears threatening to choke him.

Can you hear me?!

Buck!

A desperate plea, begging for any sign of life- anything to hold onto aside from the red line connecting him to the person that dragged him to safety when he was convinced he was drawing his last breath, who he reached for with the last of his strength, who saved his and his sons lives in more ways than Eddie can ever define.

Eddie has experienced the worst of what he thought the world had to throw at him. But this- this is the worst pain he has ever felt.

Need more slack!

He finally gave in, accepting that if he couldn’t pull Buck to himself, he could deliver him to the only other people he could ever trust with his life. He felt the distance between them as a physical force as it grew, the invisible tether that has always connected them straining as the red line grew longer, taking Buck further and further from Eddie.

He was choking on it, he couldn’t yell anymore. The further Buck got, the less he could breathe. Panic clouded his brain, blocking out anything that was not Buck’s lifeless form that kept getting smaller and smaller.

Buck! Buck, talk to me! Please, c’mon, come on Buck!

He doesn’t remember getting down the ladder. He doesn’t remember running toward the ambulance. The next thing he knew, he was shoving Bobby- shoving his Captain- aside, desperate to lay eyes on Buck. To see his chest rise and fall, to watch the breaths leave his mouth, to feel his pulse fluttering beneath his fingertips.

Bobby didn’t let him, holding him back and shoving him away. Eddie didn’t hear anything he said other than you’re driving! And Eddie- Eddie could do that. He could drive, he could get Buck to the hospital in time. Three minutes. That’s what Bobby said.

Eddie pulled into the hospital two minutes later, slamming the ambulance into gear and leaping from the car. He bolted around to the back, reaching the doors just in time for them to be taking Buck on. He knows he shoved someone- he doesn’t remember who- but it didn’t matter because he was on top of Buck, beginning compressions.

If Buck’s heart wasn’t going to beat on its own, Eddie would do it for him.

Then he was being pulled off, and voices were shouting, and it all became a blur. Bobby yanked him away as a nurse swore they would do all they could.

Not enough! Eddie wanted to shout, All you can isn’t enough unless you save him!

But his voice was raw and his throat burned and the words refused to come out as Bobby directed him away.

The last several hours have been a blur.

Eddie’s in the hospital’s chapel now.

He doesn’t remember coming here.

He doesn’t know why he’s here.

He hasn’t prayed in a long, long time. He decided- he’s not totally sure when- that if there was a God, He had nothing to offer Eddie but false hope and empty promises. He decided he would no longer beg someone who wasn’t listening for help, that he would never beg for help again. Not when he can help himself.

But he can’t help Buck.

So he’s here. His St. Christopher medal is clenched tightly in his fist, tears burn his eyes. His cheeks are wet and his throat is so raw from screaming and sobbing that even breathing hurts. He stares at his hand, at the St. Christopher medal resting in it. He doesn’t look up at the altar. He can’t.

He doesn’t think he wants to pray. He doesn’t know. He needs- he needs to do something. But praying now… it feels false, like a ploy to convince himself he’s somehow helping. But is faith really faith if it’s only for the security of knowing you’ve tried everything?

It all replays in his head, the shouts echoing in his mind on a continuous loop. If he closes his eyes, all he sees is Buck’s body- his corpse hanging from the line that Eddie clipped him to. The ladder Eddie let him go up. The rain falling all around them, beating down on Buck’s pale face. The flashing lights all around them. Everything a blur aside from the sharp focus on Buck.

He’s already thrown up at least once since they took Buck away, but nausea still twists in his stomach, acid rising in his throat. Clenching his jaw tightly, he closes his fist around the pendant, the edges biting into his skin. Saint of travelers, protective against sudden death. He and Chris were going to give Buck one for his next birthday. Eddie welcomes the pain, squeezing tighter as he clenches his jaw, silent tears dripping down his cheeks.

“You saved his life, Eddie.”

Eddie starts at the voice, jerking his head around just in time to see Bobby slide into the pew next to him. He looks like a wreck, his face exhausted and eyes bloodshot. Bobby doesn’t often look old, but right now he seems weighed down by his years, the lines in his face sharp and heavy. This is killing him, just as it’s killing Eddie.

“I failed him,” Eddie bites out, looking away again. “I fucking- he died, Bobby. I didn’t fucking save him.”

“His heart is beating now.”

“But he may never open his eyes again,” Eddie chokes out, tears flowing faster now as he lifts his fist to his forehead, hitting it lightly over and over. “He might never wake up.”

Bobby’s fingers wrap around Eddie’s wrist, pulling his fist away gently. Eddie starts to fight, but finds he doesn’t even have the energy to do that.

“You got to him in time, Eddie. That line saved him, gave him the chance he has now.”

“It should have been me.”

Bobby is silent for a moment and Eddie turns to look at him. He sighs deeply, then meets Eddie’s gaze. “That’s what Buck said. When you were shot. And before that, with the well. He begged me to let him go down after you when you cut your line.”

The breath is punched from Eddie’s lungs, escaping him in a sharp breath. “He-?”

“I told him no.” Bobby looks towards the altar. “I told him we didn’t need two cut lines. He was desperate, Eddie. We all- we thought you were dead. But we couldn’t tell him, not then. He was infuriated we would even imply you might not still be down there. You all think he’s dead. That’s what he said to me, when I told him we couldn’t dig our way to you. He looked- God, Eddie, he looked so betrayed that we might have lost even a bit of faith in finding you.”

“He never-” Eddie’s breathless, his head spinning. “He never- no one ever told me-”

“You found your way back to us, Eddie. To him. Now you have to trust he’s going to do the same.”

Eddie hasn’t stopped crying and a fresh wave of tears burns as they track down his face. His voice is small, broken, when he begs, “And what if he doesn’t?”

Bobby’s jaw ticks and his expression cracks and Eddie realizes how fucking unfair this is. Bobby has already lost two children, he can’t lose another. Eddie should be comforting him, not the other way around.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No,” Bobby cuts him off, raising a hand. “No, we aren’t doing that. Not now, not yet. We have to believe. I’m going to pray. And you…” Bobby looks at him and his expression softens. “You should go to him, Eddie. You need to. You and Chris, if you think he’ll be up for it.”

“Buck would never want Chris to see him like this,” Eddie whispers, the thought shattering his heart.

“He needs to hear you, feel you. Both of you.” Bobby smiles a small, sad smile. “He needs to remember why he has to fight.”

Eddie draws in a sharp, shaky breath and nods. “Are you gonna be okay?”

Bobby turns his gaze back to the altar, his breath trembling as he inhales slowly. “I’m going to try. That’s all any of us can do right now, and we have to. For Buck.”

Eddie nods again, firmer this time. “For Buck.”

+1 time he whispers

Eddie settles into the chair beside Buck’s bed shakily, his hands trembling as he studies Buck’s face. This is… it’s all wrong. The tube breathing for him. The slack expression on his face. The hospital gown. The beeping machines. All of it. It’s wrong.

Usually, Buck looks peaceful when he sleeps. It’s one of Eddie’s favorite things, strange as that sounds. Watching the lines and anxiety disappear, fading into a sweet innocence and openness that Eddie can’t believe he’s allowed to witness.

Shakily, Eddie takes Buck’s hand between both of his, pressing the St. Christopher pendant into his palm and squeezing lightly. He lifts one hand to Buck’s forehead, gently brushing aside the loose curls. They’re free of gel right now, washed away by the rain. Eddie loves Buck’s natural hair, but right now all it does is send a sharp lance of pain through Eddie’s chest. He clasps Buck’s hand with both of his again, lowering his head to press his forehead against their joined hands.

“Please,” he whispers. “ Buck, please come back to me.”

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evanbi-ckley · 1 year

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Happy Fuck it Friday to all who celebrate 🎉 I was tagged by @buddiearemydads @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @rogerzsteven and @the-likesofus! Today was a busy travel day for me, but I do have a snippet to share. Yes, I am putting that man into a situation

Buck wakes slowly, consciousness coming back to him in small bursts. He’s flat on his stomach and having trouble catching his breath. Also, he's - wet?

Oh, right. He was in a burning house. Great.

He can hear a voice, but it’s far off. He can’t make out the words, like they’re reaching him underwater. He cracks open one eye for a moment but closes it just as fast when the world tilts on its axis. The nausea hits him like a freight train.

“Ugh,” he moans. He swallows back the bile attempting to rise up his throat and tries to take a deep breath, but he can’t inhale fully. There must be something heavy on his back.

Something shifts near his head, and a sliver of light breaks through his closed eyes. He tries to close them even tighter to stave off the nausea he knows will accompany it.

“Buck?!” he hears. It’s still faint, but at least he could make out the actual word this time.

“Buck, can you hear me?” It’s Chim. That time Buck could hear his voice clearly. Whatever is crushing his back is lifted off, but he still can’t get a full breath when he tries.

There are warm fingers on his neck, checking his pulse point. He wants to say something to let Chim know he’s awake and responsive, but he can’t do much more than groan.

“Hey, Buckaroo! Good to hear you’re still with us. Do you think you could go a few months without nearly giving us a heart attack?” Hen asks.

He grits his teeth, trying not to laugh.

“No,” he grumbles, “I need to - keep you - on your toes.” He gets the words out, but each breath feels like razors in his chest.

Chim’s voice takes on a more serious tone when he asks, “What’s the damage this time, Buck?”

He can imagine the furrow in Chim’s brow and the look he probably exchanges with Hen.

“Dunno,” he says. “Hurts - to breathe. Chest feels - like razors.”

A c-collar is slipped around his neck.

“All right, we’re gonna flip you on three, Buck. Ready?” Hen asks.

He’s not. Not by a long shot.

“Yeah,” he says, breathless.

He hears Chim count, and then he’s being rolled onto his back. It doesn’t matter how many times he goes through this. It never gets easier. He wants to scream. Or throw up. Maybe both.

Definitely both.

I know I'm late, so consider this a tag for inspiration saturday if you'd like to share anything 💚 @monsterrae1 @loveyourownsmiilee @singlethread @i-had-bucky @elvensorceress

#fuck it friday #buddie #buddie wip #buck whump #evan buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #jules writes

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loveyourownsmiilee · 2 years

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911 TEASER PROMO!!!

#evan buckley #911 spoilers #911 on fox #Buck getting hurt omfggggg #oliver stark #911 season 6 #BUCK WHUMP #I REPEAT BUCK WHUMP OMFG

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bigfootsmom · 8 months

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fuck it friday

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @devirnis, @alyxmastershipper, @honestlydarkprincess, @disasterbuckdiaz <3 <3 <3

Here's some more from the buck is trapped in an elevator fic:

“Hey, man— can we help you?” Eddie asks. Bennett’s eyes rove over the room like he’s looking for something before they focus on Eddie. “Hey, sorry— Diaz, right? I’m, uh— I’m Bennett. I’m filling in at the 118 right now. I’m just looking for Buckley. Is he still here or did he head back down already?” “Buck is here?” Chimney pipes up from the bed, pushing himself up straighter with a wince. Eddie echoes the sentiment, feeling himself perk up at the thought of Buck being nearby. He tries to look past Bennett and into the hall like Buck will somehow appear right behind him. Hen looks around the room like she’s also waiting for Buck to pop up from behind a piece of furniture. “We haven’t seen Buck— he hasn’t been here at all.” Bennett falters, tapping a finger against his radio. “What? That’s— I sent him up here at least fifteen minutes ago.” “You sure he didn’t wander off to the cafeteria or something?” Chimney asks, a smile tugging on his lips. Bennett shakes his head, “No, he knew he only had a few minutes to come say ‘hi’ to you guys. I don’t think he’d waste time going anywhere else.” Something akin to anxiety wheedles its way under Eddie’s skin as he asks “Did you try his radio yet?” “I tried, but he didn’t answer me.” Eddie frowns, that’s not like Buck at all to ignore his radio. “Can you try again?” It’s phrased like a question but Eddie isn’t asking. It feels like every occupant in the room is holding their breath as Bennet reaches up to key his radio on. “Firefighter Buckley, what is your location?” Static hisses through the radio. “Firefighter Buckley, respond.” Static.

I'm tagging @naydran, @swiftietartt, @morganofthefairies, @lovebuck, @princessfbi, @homerforsure, @miserykites, @paranoidbean, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @shortsighted-owl, @housewifebuck, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @try-set-me-on-fire and anyone else who wants to post something! (sorry if you were already tagged or if I missed anyone)

#this one got a little long from the dialogue whoops #fuck it friday #tag game #molly writes #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chimney han #hen wilson #buddie #buck whump #911 fic #911 #elevator fic

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wildlife4life · 1 year

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I love how insane we wee woo fans go over a single photo… a single glance of a whumped white boy. I love you wee woo peeps.

#911 fox #911 season 6 #911 spoilers #evan buckley #buck whump #white boy Whump #wee woo show #love my fellow wee woo peeps #go insane

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daniwib · 2 months

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Oops

That moment when you forget to put the roast in the oven because you're doing the final edit on the chapter you're about to post... looks like dinner's gonna be late tonight fam.

Buck whump bridge fic chapter 3 incoming - AND an entirely new fic that's gonna make you all cry cos I've had a very sad week and I need to inflict share that with ya'll. This is Teddy.

#buck whump #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #New fic is very angsty #for Eddie mostly #9-1-1 #angst #911 fox #911 #9-1-1 fanfiction #911 on abc #911 on ao3

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whumpdoyoumean · 11 months

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Here is a whumpy alternate ending tag thing to the finale. Short and sweet, but I had to get it out of my system! Read it here or on Ao3.

xxx

Buck watches for a moment as they wheel Bobby away, then slips into the nearest bathroom. It's mercifully empty; the quiet and solitude is a nice break from the chaos that had been Buck's life for the last few hours. He parks himself in front of one of the mirrors and sighs as he's greeted with the sight of his face covered with blood. He thinks most of it is from his mouth-he'd bitten through his tongue when he fell-and his nose which, miraculously, doesn't seem to have broken.

"Could be worse," he mutters as he reaches forward to turn the tap on. His hands shake lightly as he cups them underneath the flowing water. He's finally coming down from the adrenaline rush, and he's starting to feel it. He doesn't remember the impact, but he wonders if he'd come down on his left side first. That would explain the persistent pain in his left side that he thinks might be a bruised rib or two, and the ache in his left shoulder.

He splashes the water on his face, gasping a little at the cold. It doesn't do much to clear away the really caked on stuff, so he repeats the action, this time scrubbing a little (not too much or it hurts) to try and clear away the dried blood. He's about to do it for a third time when a man walks in, whistling to himself. He startles when he sees Buck, looking embarrassed at first, and then his eyes widen.

"Whoa," he says. "You're a firefighter?"

"Sure am," Buck says. The pain in his shoulder is getting worse, and he's starting to feel a little light headed. Social interaction is the last thing he needs right now.

"You were on the overpass?" the man asks.

Buck nods, regretting the action when it causes the world to tilt beneath him. "I was, yeah." If he can just get through this then he can go and sit down and hopefully wait for the dizziness to pass.

The man's eyes grow comically wide, now, eyebrows climbing his forehead, the corners of his mouth turning up into a disbelieving smile. "No way! That's crazy. That is just…crazy, man! I heard all of you guys made it out with barely a scratch, is that true?"

"Uh…I wouldn't go that far." Buck's voice sounds strange when he speaks, muffled and distant. He reaches out and puts one hand on the edge of the sink to steady himself.

The man frowns. "Are you okay? You look a little pale."

Buck forces a smile and starts to say, "I'm fine," when he's interrupted by a sharp stab of pain from his left side and he lets out a cry, his knees hitting the cold bathroom tile hard.

"Hey, man," the stranger says, kneeling down.

"I'm…" Buck says, and he wants to reassure the guy but his tongue feels heavy and his ears are ringing and there's black crowding the edges of his vision and then the floor is tilting beneath him and everything is pain. And then there's nothing.

xxx

"I'm fine!" Eddie insists for what feels like the millionth time. He knows there's not much they can do for him-an x-ray, and maybe a prescription for pain meds.

"I know you are," the nurse says patiently. "But we're still going to need to get an x-ray."

Eddie grunts in annoyance but bites back the urge to argue. He's about to ask if he can at least get a snack from the vending machine first (near-death experiences are exhausting) when his attention is drawn by a man stumbling out of the bathroom, looking frantic.

"Hey, can I get some help? This guy just collapsed in the bathroom. A firefighter, one of the ones from the overpass!"

Eddie's heart plummets as he shoots to his feet, barely noticing the pain that flares up in his busted ribs.

"Mr. Diaz, I need you to stay put," the nurse says, even as she starts toward the bathroom. Eddie ignores the command, striding after her.

There's only one person it could be.

There's no way Eddie is staying put.

"Eddie?"

Hen's voice stops him in his tracks. Athena and a doctor are in the middle of helping her into a wheelchair. Her brow is pinched, and Eddie can tell that she's reached the same conclusion he has.

"We need to get her to CT," the doctor says.

"I know, just-Did you see anything, Hen? Did something happen?" Eddie had been so focused on Hen, and then Chim and Bobby, that he hadn't paid any attention to Buck at all. He'd seemed fine. There was blood on his face, but...Eddie realizes with a sinking feeling that he has no idea where it came from. Could Buck have gotten a head injury?

"I'm not sure, but I think-I think maybe he fell," Hen says, and Eddie's heart sinks.

"We need to move," the doctor says, and Athena puts a hand on Eddie's elbow.

"C'mon, Diaz," she says, voice quiet but leaving no room for argument.

"Keep me updated!" Hen says as she's wheeled away.

"Let's get him on the gurney!"

Eddie turns to see Buck surrounded by people in scrubs and white coats, loading his unconscious form onto a gurney.

"Oh my god," he breathes, and starts forward, heart hammering.

"Eddie!" Athena says, but Eddie keeps moving, broken ribs be damned.

"His name is Buck," he says as he gets closer. "He's-he's my partner."

"Did you see what happened?" one of the doctors asks, and Eddie shakes his head. He feels sick.

"No, I…I didn't see anything. But he may have fallen when the overpass collapsed!" He hurries alongside them as they wheel Buck to a trauma room, answering their questions about Buck's history, and then the kicker.

"Did you notice any symptoms?"

Guilt twists in Eddie's stomach. "No, nothing. He seemed fine. Is he gonna be okay?"

"We're gonna do everything we can," the doctor says as they push through the double doors. "I'm sorry, but you can't come back here."

"But-"

"I got 'im." It's the nurse that was helping him before that says it. She weaves her way over to Eddie and puts a hand on his arm. "Come on, Eddie."

Eddie pulls away, letting out a sharp hiss when his elbow accidentally grazes against his ribcage.

"We need to get you to x-ray."

Eddie shakes his head. "No. No, I promised Hen I'd keep her updated, I-" He peers around the nurse to try and see Buck but she moves to block his view.

"Look. I'm sure as soon as they know anything they'll send someone to tell you, but right now you need to let the doctors do their work and you need to get to x-ray. Now are you going to come with me or do I need to call security?"

Eddie looks over the nurse's shoulder one last time and then nods and allows himself to be led away.

xxx

"Hey, Buck, can you open your eyes for me?"

Bright lights, and faces-a lot of unfamiliar faces, and voices, and hands pressing on him and pain…

"There he is, he's coming around. Buck, can you tell me where it hurts?"

"My…My stomach and m'...My left shoulder."

"I heard you had a fall, Buck. Does it hurt anywhere else? Your back or your neck?"

"N…no."

"Good, that's good. What about your head, does your head hurt?"

"No…God my shoulder…"

"Okay, sounds like we could be looking at a splenic injury here. He's gonna need a CT-Whoa, pressure's dropping. Buck, stay with me. Stay with me Buck! Damn, okay let's get moving…"

xxx

"Hey, Eddie. You okay?"

Eddie looks up at Athena. He's achy and exhausted and worry is threatening to eat him alive. "I'm okay," he says.

Athena sits beside him, one eyebrow raised. "You sure? 'Cus you could've fooled me."

Eddie sighs. He should've known better than to try and lie to her.

"You're right." He rubs at his eyes with one hand, grimacing as he's hit by another pang of guilt. "It's not just that I missed it, ya know? It's that I didn't look. I didn't even think to look."

"You had a lot going on," Athena says. "Between Hen and Chimney and Bobby, and your ribs-"

"Fuck my ribs!" The words stumble out before Eddie can stop them, and Athena looks as startled as he is. "Sorry, Athena. Sorry, I didn't-I didn't mean that. It's just…Everyone's been so worried about me, but I'm fine. It's not like I was-concussed, or impaled. It's just ribs, you know? I'll heal."

Athena looks at him for a long moment. "The others will heal, too," she says finally. "And so will Buck."

"But-"

"So will Buck," Athena says firmly, and Eddie knows better than to argue. "Now, I'm going down to the cafeteria. Can I get you anything? My treat."

Eddie shakes his head. "No, thank you."

"When's the last time you ate?"

"Really, I'm okay." Between the pain meds and the anxiety, he's not sure he could eat even if he wanted to.

She doesn't look convinced, but she doesn't push it. "Okay, then." She stands and pulls her wallet out of her pocket, fishing out a few bills. "At least get something from the vending machine. You look like you're about to keel over."

Eddie hesitates and she pushes the cash toward him.

"Go on. I'm not asking."

"Thanks," Eddie says, embarrassed, as he accepts the offering.

"You hang in there," Athena says with a small half smile.

"I'll do my best. Thank you again." He isn't just talking about the money and they both know it.

"You're welcome."

Then Eddie is alone again, sitting in the uncomfortable waiting room chair with nothing for company except a stack of old magazines and his own worried thoughts.

Buck's been in surgery for the last couple hours. Internal bleeding, apparently. They think from his spleen. Which, you can live without a spleen (Eddie knows that from watching Emergency! as a kid), but he's not sure what Buck's future as a firefighter would look like-if he even has one. God, he's gotten through so many things…

God, please let him get through one more.

He's still sitting with the money from Athena clutched in one hand when Maddie appears. Eddie sits up straighter, immediately on high alert.

"How is he?"

"It was his spleen," Maddie says. "They were able to repair the damage and stop the bleeding without removing it."

Eddie lets out a long sigh of relief, smiling for the first time in what seems like an eternity. "Oh, thank god."

"There's an ongoing debate at work over whether the 118 is the unluckiest crew, or the luckiest."

Eddie lets out a small chuckle, wincing as it jars his ribs. "Can it be both?"

Maddie laughs. "That's what I said! Hey, when's the last time you ate something?"

"I was just about to get something from the vending machine," he says.

"Good. I'm gonna go tell Hen the good news. You should go home and get some rest, it'll be a few hours before they let in visitors."

Eddie shrugs. "I don't mind waiting here."

And he really doesn't.

xxx

Buck is half-watching the game show network when Eddie shows up, still in his dirty uniform and looking exhausted. Buck turns the tv off.

"Your hair is dusty," he says, grimacing at the soreness that comes with talking. Having a tube shoved down your throat will do that.

Eddie raises his eyebrows. "Thanks," he says, and Buck can't help but notice the way he guards his side.

"How're your ribs?"

"They're broken, Buck, how do you think they are? They hurt."

Buck frowns. "Okay, sorry."

Eddie sighs, pinching at the bridge of his nose. "No, I'm sorry. I've just been getting that question a lot lately. What about you, how are you feeling?"

Buck considers this a moment. "Still kinda woozy," he finally says. The drugs from the surgery haven't worn off entirely so he's feeling a little muddled, but he's also not in pain so at least there's that.

"I can come back another time," Eddie says.

"Hmm. Honestly, I wish you would." The drugs also mean that his verbal filter isn't as sound as it usually is.

Eddie lifts an eyebrow. "Ouch."

"What I mean is, you look like you could use some rest."

"So do you," Eddie fires back, and then huffs. "You're not wrong, though. I'm exhausted. It's been a hell of a day."

Buck lets out a breathy chuckle. "Understatement of the century…You really should go get some sleep."

"You sure you don't mind?"

"Nah, I was falling asleep anyway."

"I'll be back tomorrow. I'll bring Chris with me, he'll want to say hello."

"Perfect," Buck says, smiling at the thought.

"Hey, Buck?"

"Yeah, Eddie."

"You did a really good job today. You got us out of there. The whole crew made it out, because of you. Just-remember you're part of the crew too, yeah? You've gotta start looking out for you the way you look out for the rest of us."

"I'll try."

"You'd better," Eddie says.

Buck closes his eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep. Whether you want to or not."

Buck smiles tiredly. "Good."

xxx

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