#911 fics

[sundeans]

my favorite fic trope is when two characters are in love with each other and one doesn't know they're in love yet and the other thinks they could never love them back and they already act just like a couple and do coupley things and keep having *moments* where any normal person would realize there's more going on but they're kinda dumb about each other and it's a slow burn of them basically being a couple and not realizing it before confessing their undying love for each other

[clarkeysbedchem]

successful schemes

evan buckley x diaz! reader

summary: eddie and chris come up with a plan to finally get you and buck together

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The plan started the same way as most of Diaz boys' schemes did. Quietly, with a subtle nudge from Eddie and his enthusiastic co-conspirator, Christopher, tagging along for the plan. Ever since you had moved to California to live with Eddie to help out with Chris, your little trio had fallen back into their familiar rhythm once again. You cooked dinner when your brother was working late shifts, packed lunches, drove Chris to his appointments, and never complained about any of it. You were just happy to be back with your boys.

For you, being with your brother and nephew was home. The chaos that never left, the late-night cartoons with Chris, the soft laughter that bounced off the walls no matter what. The only thing that made you pause, that made your heart ache in that specific unamable way was Evan Buckley.

Buck, with his boyish smile and his boisterous ways. Buck, who had taken to Christopher like a duck to water, and who always had a special way of making you feel like the only person in the room. You brushed it off telling yourself that it was just Buck being Buck, a shameless flirt. Eddie saw through it though, saw the glances when you both thought nobody was paying attention, saw the lingering touches, and apparently so did Chris.

Which was exactly the reason why Eddie had casually called Buck one Saturday afternoon with a tone that screamed nothing is going on, definitely no secret plans here.

“You need me to watch Chris?” Buck blinked, pressing the phone closer to his ear, “Isn’t your sister there?”

“She’s busy,” Eddie replied smoothly, “And Carla had something come up.”

There was a suspicious beat of silence, “Then you could’ve called Carla's backup nurse.”

“I could’ve,” Eddie agreed, far too casually, “But I trust you, Buck. You’re good with him.”

Buck sounded hesitant, “You sure? I mean, y/n’s usually-”

“I’m sure,” Eddie cut in quickly, “Can you be here in ten?”

Buck looked around his empty apartment, “Yeah. I’m on my way.”

You had just finished rinsing the conditioner from the ends of your hair, the steam from the water clinging to the mirror in cloudy swirls, when you heard the sound of the front door clicking open. You frowned. The boys wouldn’t be back yet, you had been sent a photo of Chris munching on popcorn not even an hour ago, and Carla wasn’t due till the morning.

You wrapped a thick towel around your frame, cautiously padding down the hallway with a brush in your hand – not that that would do much to an intruder. As you rounded the corner, you collided into the hard chest of a shocked, wide-eyed Buck.

“Jesus!” You yelped, the towel nearly slipping from your fingers as you jumped back, eyes equally as wide.

“Holy! Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Buck spun around so fast he almost tripped over his own feet, shielding his eyes with one hand, “I didn’t, Eddie said, I thought no one was, oh my God.”

You clutched the towel tighter to your body, blinking at the back of his head, “What are you doing here?”

His eyes remained locked firmly on the wall, “Eddie called. Said he needed someone to watch Chris. Told me you weren’t around.”

Your eyebrows scrunched as you narrowed your eyes, your brain working through the pieces, “They’re not even here. Chris and Eddie went to the movies with Carla. They sent me a photo.”

A beat of silence passed.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, letting out a laugh. The realisation of what was happening dawning over the both of you.

“We’ve been set up,” Buck said, voice flat with disbelief.

“I can’t believe they did this,” you muttered, “Actually yes, I can. This is exactly the kind of thing they would do.”

From his position facing the kitchen wall, Buck let out a nervous laugh jabbing his thumb towards the door, “Should I go?”

You rolled you eyes and spinning on your heel back toward the bathroom, “No. Don’t go. Just stay there, I’m not wearing pants.”

“Copy that. Staying put.”

Ten minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom fully dressed in cozy joggers and a worn tank top with your towel dried stuck between your shoulder blades. Buck was still stood awkwardly near the kitchen, hands in his hoodie pockets, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to sit down.

Your expression softened, “I ordered pizza just before I showered. It should be here soon. And there’s beer in the fridge if you want one.”

Buck blinked, “Wait, you still want me to stay?”

“I mean…” you shrugged, feigning casual, “I was planning on a chill night but now that you’re here might as well not waste the pizza.”

He smiled. That soft, crinkly-eyed smile that always made your knees buckle a little, “Twist my arm, why don’t you.”

An hour later, the living room was littered with empty plates and two half-finished beers. The TV playing an old movie neither of you were really watching. It had become background noise to your conversation.

Buck told stories from past firehouse shifts that had you doubled over gripping his arm to steady herself. You shared stories about growing up in Texas with Eddie, including a particularly embarrassing anecdote that involved a slip-and-slide, a beehive, and a trip to the ER that made Buck nearly choke on his beer.

As the evening wore on, the movement in the apartment slowed as yawns snuck their way in between sentences. The air grew warmer, softer, and thicker with the kind of quiet that came not from silence but from comfort.

You had found yourself tucked into Buck’s side with your legs curled beneath you on the couch. You weren’t sure when you had shifted positions, but you knew that you felt safe there.

“You know,” Buck murmured as you laid your head on his chest listening to the soft beats of his heart, “I think they knew exactly what they were doing.”

You chuckled sleepily, “Yeah. They played us.”

He shifted slightly, tightening his arm around your waist, “I’m not mad about it.”

And neither were you.

By the time Eddie and Chris got it back to the house, you were both fast asleep on the couch. Eddie opened the apartment door, carrying a sleeping Christopher inside with his head laying on his father's shoulder. Eddie quietly made his way towards the living room hearing the faint sounds of the TV playing and he assumed you’d be sat awake watching whatever show you were currently obsessed with.

But instead, he froze. There, tangled together on the couch, laid you and Buck. You were sprawled across him, cheek pressed against his chest, one of your arms curled under his hoodie. Buck’s arms were firmly around your waist, holding you impossibly close even in sleep. His chin rested lightly against the top of your head.

Eddie stood still for a moment, lips quirking.

Christopher lifted his head, rubbing his eyes sleepily under his glasses.

“Did it work?” he whispered.

Eddie smiled, carrying him to bed.

“Yeah, buddy,” he whispered back, “It worked.”

The morning sun filtered in through the thin curtains of the living room, casting soft, long shadows across the walls. The house was still, wrapped in the sleepy hush of early morning. The only sounds that were heard was the quiet hum of the fridge and the rhythmic breathing of two people still tangled up in last night’s unintended nap.

You stirred first. Your head tucked against a warm chest; your arm looped lazily around a waist. The steady rise and fall of someone else’s breathing lulling you for a few moments longer until… Wait.

Your eyes blinked open. You're lying on Buck.

Your body was still sprawled over his, one leg tangled between his. His arms remained wrapped tightly around her middle like a human seatbelt, his grip strong even in sleep. His face, relaxed and soft in the golden light, was nestled against her hair.

“Oh my God,” you whispered under your breath making Buck stirred beneath you.

His arms tightened instinctively for a second before he blinked awake, his gaze hazy with sleep and confusion, “Mmh, y/n?”

You froze. He blinked again. And then it hit him. His eyes widened.

“Oh. oh my God.” His voice shot up an octave as he pulled back slightly but didn’t fully let go, “I didn’t, I mean, I must’ve. Did we fall asleep?”

“We definitely fell asleep,” you nodded, voice barely above a whisper.

They both looked down at their position. You laying half on top of him, his large hands splayed across the small of you back, their legs intertwined. The awkwardness settling in quickly.

“I should probably get up,” you said, but didn’t make any move to actually do so.

“Right, yeah,” Buck said, though he didn’t move either.

Another beat passed and then Buck let out a small chuckle.

You quirked an eyebrow, “What?”

He shook his head with a crooked smile, “Nothing. Just, I’ve imagined waking up with you a few times, but this isn’t quite how it went in my head.”

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes locking onto his.

He flushed instantly, “Crap. That was, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

You tried to bite back the smile on your lips, but failed, “You’ve imagined waking up with me?”

“Maybe. A few times.”

Something soft unfurled in your chest. You ducked your head shyly, cheeks warm “Well,” you murmured, “aside from the pizza breath and waking up fully clothed, I guess it could’ve been worse.”

Buck laughed again, “Yeah. Not the most romantic first sleepover.”

You sat up finally, stretching out your arms, “Still kind of perfect, though.”

He watched you, eyes flickered over your warm skin, lingering on the sleepy warmth in your smile, before darting to your exposed midriff, admiring the way the early morning light kissed your skin. His heart thudded in a way that had nothing to do with awkwardness anymore.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something when the front door creaked open, “Well, well, well,” came Eddie’s amused voice, “Look who decided to turn the couch into a bed.”

Buck nearly flung himself off the couch as you scrambled upright, flattening down your hair as if that would help the situation.

Christopher padded in right behind Eddie, looking far too smug for a ten-year-old, “You’re still cuddling?” he asked, grinning wide.

“We weren’t! We just!” Buck sputtered for an excuse, running a hand through his messy hair.

You rolled your eyes shoving his arm playfully, “We fell asleep, that’s it.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, “Right. Totally innocent. Just two friends, tangled together, dead asleep on the couch. Happens all the time.”

“All the time,” Christopher echoed with a giggle.

Buck buried his face in his hands, “I walked into a trap.”

“More like snuggled into it,” Eddie quipped, heading toward the kitchen holding up the two grocery bags in his hands, “You want eggs, or should I leave you two to continue your spooning?”

You let out a groan as you flopped back on the couch, “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Absolutely not,” Eddie called.

Buck glanced down at you, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, “Hey, if it helps, I’m not complaining.”

You lifted your head to look at him, one brow raised in questioning.

“About last night,” he added, voice more serious now, “About this. I know it was unplanned, but I really liked being here. With you.”

Your teasing expression softened, “I liked it too,” you admitted quietly.

And even with Eddie purposefully banging pans in the kitchen and Christopher humming a love song mockingly under his breath, Buck leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a moment that was soft and full of promise.

“Next time,” he said, “let’s do that on purpose.”

You smiled, “Deal.”

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[lover-of-mine]

Inspired by “you might have noticed” by @juicebuck aka tidesreach on ao3.

He drops his eyes down from Eddie's careful gaze. Has to. Before he starts tumbling out words that sound like I love you or fucking—marry me? God. He settles his gaze back on Delilah instead. Those big, saucer eyes staring up at Eddie like he’s—well, magic. Like he’s the centre of the universe. Thinks, me too, kiddo.

[magsmog]

Could someone please write me a story where Tommy was drafted into the army after Bobby's funeral as punishment for messing with the army pilots? And the 118 only finds out by chance because someone on IG posted a picture of Tommy tagged in it, and it's a picture of him and a few other soldiers. And that's how 118 discovers that nobody had spoken to Tommy in over a year and nobody knew he was no longer with LAFD. Please and thank you

[imnosuvu]

𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓭 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 — part two?

911 x fem!reader, evan buckley x fem!reader,

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff,

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — buck comes back from overtime, just to see his girl suffering through the first day of her monthly and can’t bare to see her in pain so he decides to take care of you.

↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — unspecified.

↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — r having mood swings, r crying,

↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — reader is all race inclusive • guys my period just started + came later than it should have and it somehow motivated me into writing this late at night😓 • not proofread, • guys i’m aware this isn’t so long but idk what to put😭😭 but if you’ve got any ideas send in a req! if i have any ideas ill make a part two💕

↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

buck walked into your shared apartment late at night, in his LAFD uniform bottoms and issued undershirt with his kit bag. kicking off his boots, because you’ve got a strict policy on no shoes on in the house he walks into the open plan kitchen, placing the kit bag onto the counter, going towards the sink to wash his hands

the firefighter stops in his tracks as he hears faint sobs coming from upstairs. without any doubt he walks up the stairs, wanting to find the source of the soft sobs. buck stands in the doorway of your shared room, seeing your figure curled up in the bed, clutching your stomach with a not-so-warm bottle but you’re too lazy to go re-fill it with hot water again.

“oh, baby,” buck mutters, walking to his side of the bed and crouches down to be in level with you. you’ve took over his side of the bed and he looks at your tearful face crying into his pillow, “what’s going on”

your boyfriend’s hand brushes a few strands of hair behind your ear, away from your face. you clutch your stomach tighter, whining at the same time,

“oh, your stomach hurts,” he puts the pieces together, quickly taking out his phone and sees the notification that came a few hours ago, notifying how your cycle had began. you shared your cycle tracker with buck, as he’s always liked to be informed, especially when it comes to his girl. it was later in your relationship he had an idea to share your cycle with him. at first you was sceptical, but buck liked to be aware so he could get prepared by getting you chocolates and gifts etc. however, this time, he didn’t realise your period came so early, caught up in work to even see the notification of you logging it in.

his dominant hand makes its way onto your tummy, noticing how the hot water bottle isn’t so hot anymore, “do you want me to go refill it?”

nodding into his pillow, you mutter a small ‘please’

buck snuggles his head into your hair as you both watch a film munching on chinese takeout.

his free hand stays on your tummy with the bottle, making you feel a bit more relaxed.

on the side were some soft, warm cookies he made whilst you waited for the takeout to come sided with a bit of ice cream.

“you feeling better?”

“mhm” you mumble as you stuff your mouth with food, “i love you, buck”

“i love you too, baby”

[not-blonde-yet]

Patch Me Up

Buddie || 911 + H5-0 || 18k || Mature

Eddie Diaz just wanted a quiet life for himself and his son. His charming, infuriating, motorcycle-riding neighbour Buck, who shows up bleeding from mysterious "work accidents" and keeps breaking in to cook and pay his bills, seems determined to disrupt that. Convinced Buck is dangerous, Eddie keeps patching him up anyway. As Buck insinuates himself into their lives -and Eddie's bed- with home made food, toys and relentless care, Eddie finds himself falling hard, even as the evidence points to Buck being exactly the kind of criminal Eddie should avoid. The problem? Eddie might not care anymore.

Eddie exhales through his nose. “This morning, he broke into my house, made pancakes, and–” he scrubs a hand over his face. “–paid my bills.” Hen clutches her stomach. “Stop. The criminal paid your bills?” Eddie scowls. “He said I was bad with money.” “He’s not wrong,” Hen points out. “He wasn’t right either!” Eddie exclaims, and Lena’s cackle echoes through the bunk room. Lena leans forward, eyes dancing. “Let me get this straight. Hot, tattooed criminal neighbor gets shot, chooses your sad DIY medicine over an actual hospital, then plays housewife? And you’re mad?”

Written for @buddie-month 3.0. Week 2: Phone Call.

[randomhuman45]

I see a lot of married buddie fics where one of them is working with the 118 while the other is in the Army or Navy but don't tell anyone about the other cause "I don't want the pity" or "it hurts to much when he isn't here". Don't get me wrong, I love these fics! They're great! They're beautiful! They are GORGEOUS!!!!!!!

But now I need a fic but this time the one working over seas won't stop talking about their partner who's an incredible firefighter in LA and the hottest man to ever exist, etc etc. and no one believes them. So when the reunion occurs both boys got people there to witness it where the people on both sides of buddie are just standing in complete shock. The 118 collectively gasp cause "what do you mean you never told us about your military spouse???!!!" While on the other side the military friends all have their jaws on the floor like, "what do you mean you weren't talking out your ass the whole time and he actually giving exists???!!!!"

I just think it would be funny as hell

[buddierecs]

bobby being buck's parent fics

w/ buddie in honour of the horrors that was today, i figured that we needed a bit more comfort (pain?) to go with it this is a mixed rated list, make sure to check the tags. remember to leave kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

the ordeal of dating your captain's (adopted) son (series) by: polish_amber "The au where bobby adopted evan when he was six years old, and then twenty years later eddie joins the 118 and starts dating buck... and no one initially realises that evan and buck are, in fact, the same person." word count: 307k important tags: bobby adopted buck, miscommunication, team as family, developing relationship

we found love right where we were by: polish_amber "the one where may ensures buck is enfolded properly into the grant-nash clan, which means bobby (and by extension the firefam, because gossip) suddenly gets significantly more insight into the inner workings of the buckley-diaz family, and all roads lead to buddie…" word count: 70k important tags: buck & may siblings, fluff, family feels if it weren't for second chances by: alasse a story about how buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets eddie diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an evan nash story). word count: 47k important tags: familes of choice, buck & bobby save each other, slow burn buck being bathena's kid fics (lots of works, check tags for each one) by: smilingbuckley "A bunch of stand-alone fics where Bobby and/or Athena are acting like his parents/are his parents." word count: 533k important tags: bobby & athena being buck's parents, buck, may & harry as siblings, team as family winter prayer by: daisies_and_briars "when a work conflict prevents athena from accompanying bobby to minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, buck and may offer to go instead. over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and bobby faces his grief." word count: 18k important tags: may & buck siblings, road trips, established relationship, grief, healing words, how little they man when they're a little too late by: polish_amber "the one where buck builds a family and his birth parents get exposed to pieces of it in the aftermath of 6x10: in a flash." word count: 13k important tags: hurt!evan buckley, pre-relationship buddie, pov outsider, team as family catharsis by: rogerzsteven "it only takes one minor inconvenience for buck to have his long overdue breakdown." word count: 5.3k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, angst, mental breakdown, multiple pov to be loved anyways by: bookworm0303 "buck experiences the unconditional love of a parent for the first time in his life at a five year-old's birthday party." word count: 15k important tags: established relationship, buckley siblings have bad parents, protective!bobby nash bobby versus buddie by: songbvrd "five times bobby tried to gently hold buddie's hands and tell them they were in love, and one time they got the picture." word count: 10k important tags: 5+1 things, mutual pining, idiots in love, bobby nash pov the one with the return of the sex addiction by: buddiefication "bobby can tell that buck has a secret. he’s been showing up to things late, forgetting important information, and getting easily distracted. bobby comes to the most obvious conclusion: buck’s self-diagnosed sex addiction has returned in full-swing." word count: 2.7k important tags: outsider pov, secret relationship, worried!bobby java blues by: ravens_words "eight times buck drank bobby’s coffee, and the one time bobby made it for him." word count: 5.5k important tags: bobby nash pov, fluff