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hisbucky · 2 months

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Bobby: You took care of yourself growing up? Your parents didn't look out for you? Buck: Yeah, I guess so? Bobby: I can tell. Buck, blushing: Oh, thanks- Bobby: That's not a compliment. Buck: Oh...Can we pretend the last five seconds didn't happen? Bobby: Nope. You're coming home with me. We need to get you fed. I'm gonna give you so much food.

#911 show #911 on abc #incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect quotes #bobby nash #evan buckley #dad!bobby #inspired by tiktok #edited

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 8 days

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Tommy: Hey, Bobby! Bobby(regarding him with an air of frostiness): Hello, Tommy. (Bobby walks away, and Tommy is confused) Tommy:...What was that about? Bobby and I always got along great before. Chimney: Yes, but now you're dating a guy who is basically Bobby's son, so now you get the "Overprotective Dad"-treatment. (suddenly, they hear Buck yelling somewhere in the firehouse) Buck(to Bobby): - What do you mean I have to be home by 10?! Tommy: Ah crap...

#incorrect quotes #firefam #dad!bobby #bucktommy #buck & bobby #bobby & buck #tommy kinard #chimney han #bobby nash #evan buckley

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existential-queeer · 1 year

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Out of everything in 6x10 I predicted would break me, I don't think anything could've prepared me for the stunned, horrified look on Bobby's face throughout the whole ordeal, but especially when Chim does CPR on Buck. That made the situation REAL to Bobby. As Chim does compressions, Bobby is in the background just staring in dismay and horror as someone does CPR on his son. He's already lost 2 kids, a wife, and now one of his dearest friends.

My mans is now watching as his adopted son, who he loves so dearly, is having CPR performed on him. He had to watch him fall and then watch helplessly as Chim does CPR on him. He screams for him but he gets no response. He knows he's still a captain, but he's a dad too.

The moment they walk through those glass doors and hand Buck to the hospital staff, the adrenaline will wear off, he will stop being a captain, and whether he likes it or not, he will shatter and break under the weight of all his grief and guilt that he's carried around for so long.

Now he might lose another child and feel that same stabbing guilt in his chest as he did when his first two children died. Yet again, he can only watch helplessly from a distance and can't do anything to save them. If you think he's going to handle this with ease and not feel unimaginable guilt for sending Buck up the ladder and blame himself, just like how he blames himself for the death of his first family, you're wrong.

#it broke me #that poor man #oh god i hope this doesnt push him to drink #hes going to be a mess #911 #911 fox #evan buckley #bobby nash #bobby and buck #dad!bobby #actual father bobby nash #robert nash #buck and bobby

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witchy-writing · 2 years

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I love you

Dad!Bobby x reader

Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

a/n – Sorry, I really like angst fanfics! Hopefully I’ll be able to get part two to join the hunt out next week sometime, but bear with if not as I have a training course for work. Feedback appreciated :)

warnings – angst, demons, bleeding out, blood, blade.

word count: 1109

You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

“Fuck!” You yelled. You had just finished the salt and burn, the grave glowing oranges and yellows, the ghost haunting and killing young children put to rest, when suddenly a sharp pain stabbed you in the side. You looked down, a blade was stuck in your side, it felt like poison was flooding your body, you could feel your t-shirt getting wet with blood. ‘Fuck! Why are hunts never so simple’ you thought to yourself, the pain becoming more and more unbearable, paralyzing even.

You coughed a little, blood splattering over your hand and dribbling down your face. The coughing moved the blade within you, and a new wave of pain rushed through your body. Whoever or what had gotten you was hidden in the darkness, but you could hear it, footsteps getting closer.

“My, my, my” A deep voice emerged, surrounding you, it sounded as if it was coming from all directions. The creature stepped out in front of you, in body clad in a black crisp suit, dark red splotches scatted on the material. Its hair was slicked back, styled smartly. It emerged from the shadows, into the slight light the salt and burn was casting, blue eyes, switching and turning black, the smell of sulphur and rotten eyes overpowering your senses.

The demon laughed, more like cackled as it walked towards you. If you weren’t incapacitated you would have fought back, but the searing pain froze you to the spot you were stood in. The vessel the demon was occupying was definitely attractive, but that didn’t matter. The demon got closer, until it was a few inches from your face, it grabbed at your face, leaning forward, inhaling your scent. “My, my, my” it repeated again, leaning in towards you, its hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“Who would have thought that I would get the jump on the infamous y/n Singer” it whispered, its voice sweet almost melodic, but the sinister undertone was still there. “I can’t wait to tell your dear old father” it continues, running a finger over your cheek, down to your side, where the hilt on the blade was sticking out of you. Its hand wrapped around it, wiggling it up and down, the pain surging again, as your knees weakened, and you collapsed to the floor with a gasp. The blade puncturing more of your insides as it stayed in the demon’s hand when you fell.

“Oh, yes!” it giggles manically, “I can’t wait to tell dear old daddy, but first you get to suffer” It kicked you in the side, dirt and mucked adding and mixing into your wound. It turned to look at you, smirking before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. You could feel the blood pouring out of your side faster than before, laying down you curled into a ball, trying to maintain body head. You could hardly feel your hands and feet by now, your body going into shock with the blood loss, but you willed yourself to dig around in your pocket, pulling out the phone, and calling the only man you had on speed dial.

The phone rings a few times, your close to giving up, conserving your energy, when a gruff voice finally answered.

“What have you done now, Idgit” The voice askes, the undertones soft and gentle, caring.

“Dad” you whisper, more blood pouring out of your mouth, you breath in shakily, pain rippling throughout you. “I need to visit you soon; it’s been too long” You try to keep your voice cheerful, not allow him to realise anything is wrong

“What’s wrong y/n” His voice is hard. Of course, you couldn’t fool your dad, of course the infamous Bobby Singer knew when something was wrong. The concern in his voice rolling in waves through the phone, you could imagine him now, standing in the yard, dark eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“Nothing’s wrong Dad” You squeak out, before a coughing fit overtakes your body, droplets of blood being expelled out of your mouth.

“That’s Bullshit, y/n!” He yells, dad could always tell when you were lying, but you ignored him, continuing with the story, that nothing was wrong.

“I just wanted to call you Dad, it’s been awhile s’all” You whisper, energy draining from your body quicker after you stopped coughing. Though a smile planted itself on your face, thinking of your father and the memories you had with him.

Bobby takes awhile to respond, you can imagine the cogs in his head turning, trying to figure out what was going on and how to help you. But you knew you weren’t long for this world, and you needed to tell him one last thing.

“Dad” you gasped, it was getting harder to breath, your eyesight had started going black around the rims, almost like those stylised photos you saw every so often.

“I love you Dad” Your energy was almost depleted now. Body cold and blue, most of your blood on the floor underneath you. Your ears had started ringing, your brain going foggy. Closing your eyes, it was easier to concentrate on your father’s comforting voice.

“Y/n! What is going on?” He yells down the phone, impatience and fear radiating from his voice.

“I love you Dad” You responded, a happy smile slipping over your face as you got to tell him something you didn’t say often. A hunter’s life was one of gore and hard-faced people, not a life full of lovey moments, though you wished you had said that you loved him more.

You couldn’t open your eyes anymore, eyelids to heavy to move. Your chest felt like the weigh of the world was rested upon it, organs shutting down one by one. Your heart slowing, trying to pump the last remaining blood around your system, your lungs hard inflating with much needed oxygen. It was your time. “I love you, Daddy.” You mustered up the last of your strength, taking the deepest breath you could, before repeating the three little words you wished you had told your father more. Your soul started to slip from your body, the ache in your side becoming more distant, your senses becoming numb, fading. Your dads voice distant, yelling and pleading your name over and over again like a broken record. You smiled as darkness encompassed you, your life slipping away, peace holding your hand as you crossed the line between life and death. Happy as you got to remind your dad that you loved him one last time.

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chaotic-emo-pigeon · 1 year

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On my hands and knees. Someone give me soul healing dad!bobby fic recs please

#Supernatural #Spn #Bobby singer #dad!bobby #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural fanfiction #fic recs

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911ficrecs · 2 years

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Rewrite the Stars by myemergence - 39,672 words, teen+

Summary: Buck is struggling with nightmares weeks after he has returned to work after the tsunami. He is struggling to sleep, and distancing himself from everyone-- most of all, Eddie.

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ereardon · 11 months

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Writing Dad!Bob has literally altered my brain chemistry I love him so fucking much omg

#bob floyd fanfiction #friends dont #dad!bobby

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watchyourbuck · 19 days

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“I wouldn’t wanna piss off her ex… The Lord.” Bobby Nash pls you’re the funniest man on this world

#he’s such a dad too sjdjdjdjddj #911 fox #911 #911 tv show #911 abc #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #911 season seven #911 on abc #911 s7 #911 season 7 #911 show #911 fandom #bobby nash

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caineahnung · 21 days

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Buck: Bobby...i'm Bisexual

Bobby:

#911 abc #911 spoilers #bobby nash #bisexual buck #evan buckley #bobby is buck's dad

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 1 month

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hisbucky · 6 months

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Bobby: Evan Laurent "Buck" Buckley Grant-Nash. Buck: What'd I do?! What did I do?!?! Harry: Oooh, he full named you! Maddie: Harry, please. This could be serious. May: Yeah, serious enough to bring out the popcorn. Bobby, grimly: There's a little rumor going on about you and my quarterback. Care to explain? Buck: ...Yeah, Eddie asked me out. Everyone: *gasps* Buck, defiantly: And I said yes! Bobby: No, you didn't! You take that back! Athena, sipping coffee: It's about damn time.

#teen!au #buckley nash!au #911 show #911 on abc #buddie #dating the coach's kid #incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect quotes #grant nash family #overprotective #dad!bobby #bobby nash #evan buckley #evan buckley nash #harry grant #maddie buckley #may grant #longer ones

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 11 months

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(When Buck is hanging back to help Bobby during a rescue after yet another instance when Bobby told him to leave) Buck:...What would Athena say if she knew I left her husband behind? Bobby: SHE'D SAY 'DO AS BOBBY SAYS'!

#incorrect quotes #911 #firefam #buck & bobby #bobby & buck #bathena #dad!bobby #original: agent carter #evan buckley #bobby nash #athena grant

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hotcinnamonsunset · 2 months

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local dad abandoned by pool contemplates life and SPF usage

#911 #911edit #911verse #911 abc #bobby nash #he's just a lost puppy here!#he's also so dad shaped #SBedits

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darlingboydiaz · 1 month

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do y'all ever think about the fact that bobby is literally chris' grandpa? like yeah, bobby is a father figure to buck. but buck is also chris' second dad.

that's a dynamic i am reminded of whenever i see eddie and bobby interact outside of the fire station and it's a dynamic that should be explored more overall.