#911 blurbs

[b-dwolf]

oh please no, don't mind me, just thinking about the implications of them ending this season with eddie asking buck about the go karting place in the desert (that they mentioned in the first episode)

they'll both be out of their respective relationships, buck will have figured his feelings out for eddie and eddie will have just started to really uncover what he feels for buck, and finally digging thru all of his overwhelming amount of catholic guilt and what that means for him.

they could be in the locker room, about to leave after their shift (to further the parallel) and eddie could wait til everyone else leaves, so it's just the two of them left alone before he asks buck what his plans are for the day. buck would have a lackluster response, having nothing planned, and eddie would say something like;

"well uh hey, if you had nothing goin' on, this uh, person, told me about this go karting place out in the desert, could be fun" he would probably be smirking a little, his smile wavering a bit to showcase his nerves (though not understanding fully why he is nervous because? he's just asking his friend to hang out.. isn't he?)

but buck would obviously notice, laughing a little to try and ease the tension and calm his nerves a bit, "yeah, yeah i think i heard of it. uh- no yeah i don't have anything goin' on, i'm sure chris would love that" smile easily sliding onto his face, thinking about spending the day with the diaz boys.

eddie would sorta backtrack a little, not expecting that response, and adds on, "oh i uh- i was actually thinking that uh, maybe it could just be, y'know, us? i mean, if you're cool with that of course! i can ask chris but i think he might have plans with one of his friends and-"

buck cuts him off before eddie can ramble himself into oblivion, "-eddie. don't worry about it, i- i would love to go with you" his cheeks a little rosy, clearly not anticipating this turn of events and what it could possibly mean.

and then to really send it home

"great, it's a date."

just to really show that hey, this is the direction they are going in btw! yes it is romantic! yes it is intended to be that way!

and ofc s8 would be them sort of Knowing but not doing anything because eddie needs the time to work on himself, figure himself out and everything but by s8 finale they get together <3

haha or something idk!!!

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie speculation #buddie idea #this is just rambling #sorry i got carried away LOL #sometimes i get these little blurbs of ideas in my brain and i cant fully flesh them out so its a mix of making sense #and being insane #anyway #rose unintentionally writes a fic #911 on abc

[shmaptainwrites]

Hello, could I request prompt 5 of Hurt/Comfort for Bobby Nash x reader please

of course bestie! wrote this one on the plane and am pretty jet lagged now so it’s poorly edited lol

Pairings: Bobby Nash x GN!Reader

Warnings: injury, hospitals

Appropriate

No one informed you that becoming a firefighter would permanently affect your reflexes. Particularly the act without thinking ones. So it didn’t come to much surprise to you or your team when there was an emergency on your day off that you would attend to it.

Off-duty saves weren’t particularly rare and most of the time all that came out of it were a few confused bystanders wondering how a civilian knew exactly what to do, but this time you seemed to have gotten yourself in a predicament.

Instead of only the parties involved in the accident leaving the site in an ambulance, you joined them too.

After your heroic move, the car that had slipped in a precarious manner, fell ontop your leg and most definitely broke a bone. The on duty EMTs patched you up to the best of their abilities and sent you off to surgery.

When you awoke from that with new metal screws in your leg that would take time and a lot of PT to get used to, your friend and colleague Ravi was already by your side, ready to get you anything you might need.

“Ravi, what the hell,” you groaned, shifting in your bed. “How did you find out about this?”

“After your sister moved you switched your emergency contact to me, I’m flattered you remember,” he said sarcastically. “I’ve been here since before you went in to surgery.”

“Sorry, must be the drugs,” you said with a wave of your hand.

“So an off-duty save huh,” he chuckled. “What happened to think before you act, Panikkar?”

“Out the window. I just reacted,” you chuckled. “Frankly, now that it’s happened to me I’m not surprised, it’s practically instinct.”

“What did I tell you,” Ravi reached a hand over to squeeze yours. “I called the team to give them a heads up. I think you’ll probably be getting some visitors in the next few days before you go home.”

“Good, hospitals are so boring and it’s not like I can go anywhere,” you pointed to your recently casted leg. “God the next while is gonna suck ass.”

“Yep, it sure is,” Ravi agreed with you and you rolled your eyes. He knew just how to make you feel better.

—

As Ravi had warned you, the next few days were filled with visits from everybody on the team.

Chimney came by with Maddie and Jee-Yun first, bringing you a much needed good cup of coffee and a sweet little get well card decorated by the young Buckley-Han.

The next day Hen came over. She brought a deck of Uno cards and you shared a few very heated rounds of the game which may or may not have ended in something closer to 52 pick up.

Buck came by next, he had offered to pick up some comfort items from your home and you practically melted when he brought you your dad’s old and worn college hoodie you’d had since you were fifteen years old. You both also spent time ranking the injuries the team had sustained at the firehouse, the list went on to your colleagues and was highly debated for the next few days after that.

Lastly Eddie brought Christopher over and their favourite telanovella downloaded on Eddie’s laptop for you to all watch together (not without many interruptions from you still trying to figure out what the storyline was).

After about a week and a half at the hospital on bed rest, Ravi was finally given the ok to move you back to your apartment. It took a lot of coordination to find a way to get you to fit into his car with the giant cast on your leg, not to mention him practically having to drag you out of the building. You were strong, but for some reason not strong enough to carry whatever the hell it was they wrapped your leg with.

When you were finally at home in your — thankfully — first floor apartment Ravi ordered something for dinner and you both sat on your couch to enjoy it.

“Hey Ravi, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

You stopped eating your food, and stared down at your take our container.

“Do you know why Bobby didn’t come visit me?” you said quietly.

“H-He didn’t?” Ravi seemed confused.

“No,” you shook your head. “Everyone else came just like you said, I was actually kind of surprised.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised too,” Ravi nodded. “You guys are close, aren’t you?”

“I mean I thought we were,” you shrugged and picked at your food. “Just a couple night before the accident we had dinner together a-and I had a really nice time I’m just…worried I did something wrong.”

“I don’t think you did anything wrong,” Ravi shook his head. “Just talk to him, send him a text, ask him to come over tomorrow night.”

“Isn’t that a bit presumptuous,” you raised a brow with a chuckle.

“You have a broken leg that’s casted all the way to your thigh, that’s not hot,” Ravi deadpanned. “Just text him.”

“Fine,” you pulled out your phone and typed up a text, having it proofread by your friend before sending it off. “And now we wait.”

—

The next evening you heard a knock on your door followed by,

“Hey it’s Bobby, spare key still in the same place?”

“Yep,” you called back, thankful he had asked. It was a nightmare to walk with a cast.

The lock of the door clicked and Bobby stepped inside with a a bag of what you assumed to be dinner, before closing the door behind him and locking it.

“Someone ask for room service?” he teased and you couldn’t help but raise your hand. It was definitely better than the hospital food and take out.

“I brought extras so I’m pack them up in the fridge and you just heat them up when you want to eat.”

You nodded at his instructions, but were perplexed by how normal he was acting.

“Hey Bobby, before we eat can we talk?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,” he said after putting the extra food in the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Why didn’t you come visit me at the hospital,” you blurted.

Bobby looked like he was expecting your question and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“Would you believe me if I said it would have been too hard for me to see you in a hospital bed?” he asked.

“If that’s the truth,” you nodded.

“It’s just,” he paused. “I-After our dinner I wasn’t really sure where we stood. We never really talked about it, it just happened.”

You nodded, that was true, one thing had led to another and you didn’t have a lot of time to talk about what the implications of your dinner meant for your friendship.

“And I knew if I stepped into that hospital room I wouldn’t be able to be just your Captain. Or...just your friend.”

“Bobby,” you patted the seat next to you and encouraged him to come closer.

He did, taking his seat and watching as your took his hands in yours.

“I just wasn’t sure what was appropriate,” he whispered.

“I don’t care. I just wanted you to stay with me. I still do,” you said quietly, allowing your forehead to rest against his.

One of Bobby’s hands slipped out of your own and came to cradle your face.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come.”

“You’re here now,” you smiled.

He leaned in the few inches further and closed the space between you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“And I’m not going anywhere.”

#bobby nash #bobby nash x reader #911 #911 blurb #911reader #911 x reader #bobby nash blurb

[fitzells]

evan buckley requests pls ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 your honour i love him

#evan buckley blurb #evan buckley fluff #evan buckley angst #evan buckley smut #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley fic #buck buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #911 abc #911onfox #911 show

[pastelavender88]

What do you think Buck and Eddie's love language is?

So here's the thing both Buck and Eddie had such fucked up childhoods and hectic lives that they definitely need on all 5, but they switch depending on their moods. I think Eddie's most common and most needed are physical touch & words of affirmation. He just needs to be reminded that you're here for him and that you love him. Whether it's a quick "I love you baby" or simply resting a hand on his back while curled up together. Buck's is quality time, words of affirmation, and acts of service. It's obvious Buck is needier than Eddie, so I think he has one more than Eddie. As a kid, Buck always felt like a waste of space, so you acknowledging his presence with light touches or loving words here and there that would make him fall madly in love with you. Rubbing his shoulder and giving Buck compliments while you do it might just get you knocked up. Also, Buck always felt useless as a kid and always tried/tries to fix everything every chance he gets so having a partner that does that might be a change of pace for Buck that he loves. Checking in on him during a stressful day at work or making him a cup of coffee in the morning would make Buck feel that domestic bliss he's always craved in a relationship.

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie díaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x reader #911 blurb #blurbs #request #911 fandom #911 fanfic #911 fox #911 on fox #911

[wolfmadefromash]

Thought I would share a bit from that hook-up fic that was meant to be 3k words but has passed 9k and quickly coming up to 10k, with more ideas for it in my head 🫠 I keep the general introduction of Eddie to the 118 the same, but twisting it as I see fit.

Chimney let out a low whistle. “No, look at him. That is one beautiful man.”

Hen peaked over Buck’s shoulder. “Where’s the lie? And I like girls.”

Buck twisted, looking back through the glass walls of the locker room and froze. “Shit.” Buck breathed out.

“What?” Hen asked, cutting a look at him.

Buck’s eyes bounced from Hen to Bobby, before turning back around. “W-who’s that?” He stuttered, watch as the man pulled an LAFD shirt over his head, muscles flexing and move with the motion, lightly tanned skinned disappearing under the fabric. Buck curled his hands into fists, the memory of just how soft and warm that skin was branded on his palms.

“Eddie Diaz, new recruit. Just graduation top of his class this week, everyone was after him, but I talked him into joining the 118.” Bobby told them. “He’s a former Army medic, served multiple tours in Afghanistan. Even has a Silver Star.” He said proudly.

“Wow, Silver Star.” Hen smirked at Buck as she moved toward the locker room.

“He’ll be a great addition, obviously knows how to work under pressure. Come on I’ll introduce you.” Bobby said, a step behind Hen.

Chimney snorted a laugh. “Looks you you’ve got some real competition now, huh Buckaroo?”

Buck turned, trailing behind his teammates, keeping his head low as Bobby made the introductions to Eddie.

“And this is Buck.” Bobby turned, reaching out and grabbing Buck by the shoulder, pulling him forward.

Eddie’s eyes went wide when they landed on Buck’s, darting around as if looking for a way to escape. His face seemed to flush slightly, and Buck caught the bob of his throat. Okay, so he wasn’t the only one panicking, this was good. This made it easier.

Buck’s shock off the awkward feeling, attempting a polite smile and stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you, man. Welcome to the 118.”

Something like relief passed over Eddie’s face, the tension in his shoulders easing. He smiled back, shaking Bucks hand. “Thanks.”

#buddie #eddie x buck #buck 911 #evan buckley #buck buckley #buddie fandom #buddie 911 #buddie fanfic #buddie blurb #buddie fic #buddie wip #eddie and buck #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 fic #911 fandom

[bradleybeachbabe]

winter/christmas blurb sleepover!!

hi everyone <3 i have decided to do a winter/christmas themed blurb sleepover! i did one last year, so i wanted to do one for this year! also i know i tend to lots of blurb nights, but i just love doing them :)

rules/information:

as long as this post is pinned, you are welcome to send requests but as soon as it is unpinned, please refrain from sending more

please send all of the requests to my ask box

if you don’t want to use a prompt from below, you can always send in your own concept/scenario. i’m totally okay with that!

prompt lists:

list a

list b

list c

list d

list e

list f

characters who i’m taking requests for my blurb night/sleepover:

evan ‘buck’ buckley

edmundo ‘eddie’ diaz

cowboy!eddie diaz

rafe cameron

topper thornton

tim bradford

rip wheeler

kayce dutton

jake ‘hangman’ seresin

natasha ‘phoenix’ trace

kiara carrera

sarah cameron

tagging some lovely moots to start off this blurb night!! @sarahsmi13s @auroralightsthesky @spnshortcake @annab-nana @lovinglyeternal @lavenderbradshaw @mamachasesmayhem @katsu28 @fiction-is-life @goldenroutledge @bobby-r2d2-floyd @hangmansgbaby @desert-fern @startrekfangirl2233 @teacupsandtopgun @horseshoegirl @sebsxphia @callmemana

#rachel’s winter/christmas blurb sleepover #signal boost if you want!! #evan buckley #evan ‘buck’ buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911 fandom #topper thornton #rafe cameron #outer banks #tim bradford #rip wheeler #kayce dutton #jake seresin #natasha trace #top gun maverick #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #yellowstone #the rookie

[chronicowboy]

"So, did you finally..." Eddie trails off, raising his eyebrows with every second of silence that passes between them. Buck just blinks at him, the barest hints of a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Did I what, Eddie?" He asks, all wide eyes and fluttering lashes. Eddie can't decide whether he wants to punch him or offer a belated helping hand.

"Did you, you know," he sighs, rolls his eyes, "donate?"

"I did." Buck nods. His responding grin is just ever so slightly off-centre, plasticky and brittle, but convincing enough that Eddie wonders if he's projecting.

"Okay." Eddie breathes because he's not quite sure what else to say.

He knows what he wants to say. A million different things ranging from what the fuck is going on in your head to are you sure this is a good idea to how long is it going to take you to realise that you're more than just spare parts to please take it back. A million different things in between the why did Hen know before me and the why does this feel like last year all over again and the why does this hurt more than a bullet to the shoulder.

So, its not that he doesn't have anything to say, its just that he's not sure what he should say. Because there's a fine line he always walks with Buck: sometimes he pushes and Buck begrudgingly listens, sometimes he pushes and Buck pushes right the fuck back.

And ever since Buck flew after Chimney on a fucking bike of all things, Eddie's had the distinct impression that Buck has been trying to run away from him. If Buck wasn't, well, Buck, Eddie would be waiting for a formal letter of resignation and a new partner.

"So, your vow of celibacy is over?" Eddie asks when Buck has been staring at him for too long. His skin is itchy under his Henley and he tries not to think about the day last week that Buck walked into the gym, saw Eddie there and then immediately changed back into his uniform. He can't think about it now he has this new information or he'll go insane and quite possibly throw himself off a bridge—or into Buck's bed.

"Yeah." Buck breathes a sigh of relief, but there's something fragile about the humour they're both trying to maintain. Eddie resolutely does not think about Buck in a sterile room with a hand on his— "Thank, God. I'd never make it as a priest." Eddie is suddenly assaulted by an image of Buck in all black and a dog collar—and theeeere's the Catholic guilt.

Fuck, he never should have let May talk him into watching Fleabag.

"The woman handed me two porn mags." Buck huffs down at his beer. "A female and a male one." Eddie does not choke on his next sip, thank you very much. "It was weird, but, I guess, maybe they just don't try to assume?"

"Mhm." Eddie clears his throat of the high-pitched lump forming there. "Did you even need the magazines after five weeks?"

"Barely." Buck snorts a startled laugh, blue eyes shining with something that looks like delighted shock as he stares up at Eddie.

"Have you," another cough. Fucking lump in his throat. "Have you heard from Connor and Kameron?" Eddie's really hoping that his voice didn't come out as venomous as he wanted it to.

Because he has nothing against Connor and Kameron. Absolutely nothing at all. Come on, Eddie can't kid himself, if he had the opportunity to get a little blue-eyed Buck running around, he'd jump at the opportunity too. And, like, he's seen what Buck does to a kid seven years late and just nurture, no nature, so he knows that it'd take anything short of an apocalyptically bad childhood to turn Buck and Kameron's—Buck and Kameron's—child into anything other than human sunshine.

So, really, he has nothing against Connor and Kameron. He's kind of in awe of them, if anything, because they actually had the guts to do what Eddie couldn't. And he should be thanking Connor because he was the one to bring Buck to LA, to bring Buck to the 118, to bring Buck to him and Chris. Its just...

Eddie's never been good with listening to Buck's self-deprecation, or seeing any sign of the people who have made Buck feel like less than he is, or facing up to the reality of Buck thinking he's expendable, defective parts, a sacrificial lamb. He's never been good at it. And now Buck's giving another piece of himself away for nothing, to someone who he's barely spoken to over the past few years, for absolutely nothing in return. Sure, that generosity is one of the things Eddie loves about Buck—sue him!—but sometimes its dangerous. And Connor and Kameron are taking advantage of it.

Okay, maybe he has the teeniest tiniest bit of dislike for them. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with the way Buck had blushed when Eddie had asked just a friend? about Connor. Absolutely nothing at all, no siree! Good for Connor! He just doesn't like that Connor showed up, ordered a beer and asked Buck for his sperm. Or the fact that Connor and Kameron had showed up to his work when he hadn't answered his phone like he wasn't a very busy firefighter with a crazy schedule. That's just fucking weird and kind of inconsiderate, especially considering that was how they'd all found out about Buck's... philanthropy.

(Sure, maybe they'd eavesdropped, but that wasn't on them.)

And like. Who the fuck spells Cameron with a 'K'?

But Eddie doesn't have anything against them.

Really.

"They said thanks." Buck nods, his brow furrows then smooths out in under a second. Eddie sees it, he always sees it.

"Buck." He murmurs.

"Don't." Buck swallows the last of his beer, pats his thighs, and stands. "I should get going."

"Buck, don't—"

"You've gotta pick Chris up in a couple of minutes." Buck shakes his head, as clear of a dismissal as Connor and Kameron's thanks. Eddie doesn't give up so easily.

"You could come with me?" He suggests, hating the hope in his voice. A month ago, he wouldn't have had to hope, he would have known that the answer was a yes. But he follows Buck to the door which means he sees the exact moment his best friend freezes with one hand on the hallway wall. "Chris would love an impromptu movie night—"

"I can't." Buck snaps. He doesn't turn around, but Eddie hears enough of a waver in his voice to know that there are tears building in his eyes. "Eddie, I can't."

And Buck walks out of the door before Eddie can catch the first piece of his breaking heart.

He should have pushed.

#sami rambles #i don't know what this is #all i know is eddie couldn't have kept quiet about this once the initial shock wore off so ehre u go #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buck x eddie #911 fic #911 on fox #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic #buck x eddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #buddie blurb #christopher diaz #buddie coda #long post #this is post eddie asking his abuela about his future fyi

[strawberrysands]

Too late - Evan Buckley

Pairing: Evan Buckley x gn!reader

Summary just a short blurb in which the reader decides to finally tell Buck how they feel about him

Word count: 422 damn my bad

Warnings: none I think

For the past few days, you had been gathering up courage to finally confront Buck and tell him how you feel. Hen and Chimney were absolutely rooting for you and even Maddie was convinced that Buck felt the same way about you.

You and Buck had become close friends ever since you joined the 118. For you, those feelings quickly grew to something more than just friendship. You kept your feelings hidden for years, but a conversation that took place a couple of weeks ago made you change your mind.

“I think it’s time for Buck 3.0.” He said, leaning against the fire truck.

Chimney snorted. “Here we go.”

“No, I’m serious, you know. I know I said that Buck 2.0 would be different, but this time I’m actually going  to change.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Really?”

“Don’t be so skeptical, y/n. You just wait and see.” He said with a smirk on his face.

Hen gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked away with a smile on her face.

“Whatever you say, Buckaroo.” Chim said.

Buck pouted. “Why does no one here actually have faith in me?” He said, putting a hand over his heart, feigning being hurt.

You laughed and shook your head. “Because we all know you, Buck.”

Buck gasped. “Ouch, that hurt.”

You, however, were head over heels in love with the guy. So, you believed him when he said he would change, and you decided that telling him how you feel could maybe work out.

So here you were, on his couch, Chinese take away food on the coffee table and feet in his lap. This wasn’t unusual for you and Buck; you both had found some sort of comfort in watching movies together.

Buck noticed you weren’t paying attention to the movie anymore, so he turned to look at you. “You good?” He said, before looking back at the television.

You cleared your throat and sat up a little straighter. “Yeah, there’s just something I want to tell you. It’s been on my mind for a while.”

“Shoot.” He said, not realizing how anxious you were.

You took a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders. You only live once, right?

“I-…” you started to say, but his phone ringing interrupted you.

Buck sighed and held up a finger to pause you.

He smiled at the caller ID and picked up his phone. His next sentence shattered your heart and you felt like the dumbest person on the planet; you should’ve known.

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

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[ads1008]

CAN THE FUCKING BUCKLEY PARENTS LEAVE. THEY SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN IN THERE WHEN HE WOKE UP. HIS REAL FUCKING FAMILY SHOULD HAVE.

#911 fox #ash's blurbs #buddie

[moonlightperseus]

wip wednesday (bc i felt like posting this snippet i wrote last night)

The next time Buck wakes up on a couch and Eddie’s there, it’s in his loft, on the couch his mother picked.

The first thing he notices is the not so subtle all over ache that comes from having contorted his body to try to fit himself onto the too small couch. 

The second thing he notices is that the room is considerably darker than it had been when he had lied down for just a quick nap, when he squints his eyes open he finds the blinds have been closed, which he distinctly remembers having left open and been mildly annoyed he hadn’t thought to close them before he got settled on the couch but hadn’t quite been able to muster up the energy to get back up and close them. 

He blinks his eyes a few times in an attempt to clear the fuzzy haze of sleep from his vision and glances around until his eyes land on—Eddie. He blinks a few more times, a small worry rising in his chest that maybe he’s not really awake, that he’s fallen victim to another dream world created by his subconscious, but then Eddie’s eyes glance up from the phone in his hand and meet Buck’s and the panic building in his chest begins to dissipate as Eddie’s face softens, a ghost of a smile playing across his lips

“Hey, hope I didn’t wake you.”

“You didn’t,” Buck says instinctively, eyes flicking over to the clock reading 5:27 on his wall, “uh, why—”

“We were gonna watch the game together, remember?” Eddie holds out his phone to show Buck the silent video playing on it, “Penguins are up two against the Kings.” 

Buck had forgotten, he had gone for a run earlier that had drained him far more than he expected and after trying and failing to get some other things done around the loft he had finally given in to his body’s need for rest and the plans he and Eddie had made just a few days ago completely slipped his mind.

He used to pride himself on his memory and planning skills, the lightning had to take that from him too. 

“It’s fine,” Eddie says softly, as if reading his mind, “you clearly needed the rest, and that’s more important.”

Buck scoffs indignantly and lets himself sink slightly backwards into the couch, feeling a bit like a petulant child. “So, what—instead of waking me up when you got here you decided to just lurk silently in the corner while I sleep?” 

“I knocked, but you didn’t respond, and you weren’t answering your texts—” Eddie pauses, and there’s something in his voice that makes Buck look at him again.

Eddie isn’t looking at him anymore, his gaze unfocused and faraway. A voice that sounds a lot like Eddie’s echos in Buck’s mind reminding him “you died, Buck.”

#911 spoilers #buddie #911 fic #buddie fic #abby writes #my fic #anyways this is a part of a bigger fic concept i hope to finish but i wrote this blurb last night and was really proud of it and yeah <3 #also i googled SPORTS THINGS for this thats my dedication level #911

[theyarnmaidstale]

Seven (or More) Sentence Sunday

tagged by: @honestlydarkprincess

He’s attractive, hair raven-black and purposely disheveled, eyes focused on the spoon he twirls in his coffee. He laughs at something his friend says, prodding the other man in the shoulder and teasing him. He’s nice, or at least he’s always been nice to her every time he’s excused himself as he slid past her in the café, or held the door open on the street. But he’s always felt a little bit unapproachable, vaguely unsociable in the way she thinks most people are early in the mornings when all they want is their coffee and nothing to do with the rest of humanity. She’s chalked it up to that, to him just not wanting to be bothered rather than her having done anything wrong, and had, for the most part, let it go. “Maddie?” Her attention snaps to Eddie from where he’s smirking at her from behind the counter, his gaze dancing between her and the man she was just staring at. “Yeah, unfortunately, he’s not on the menu,” he teases, and Maddie feels her cheeks grow warm. “But I can get you your usual if you’d like.”

tagging: whoever wants to do it 💓

#tv: 911 #911 fanfic #fanfic blurb #chimney han #maddie buckley #eddie diaz #madney

[shmaptainwrites]

Hey! I write you for a request 911 with bobby/femreader. Can you do one angst with bobby drunk? We help him and he said "i love you" Sorry for my English ^^'

hi nonnie! i can of course write this for you :) i hope you like it ❤️

Pairings: Bobby Nash x fem!Reader

Warnings: alcoholism, angst, sadness, i’ve never really been around drunk people so i apologize for any bad writing that comes from lack of experience

Note: so i wrote this so it fits with a series i’m working on, you don’t really need the context of the series for this to make sense but once it comes out it can be seen as backstory and their kids are the same too :)

I Love You

It had been a long day. Those seemed to be endless the past few months. It felt like you were just barely treading water, head bobbing up and down below and above the surface. It was hard, but you had to have faith it would get better, somehow it always did.

“Mama, when’s dad coming home,” your oldest daughter yawned.

“I don’t know sweetie,” you shook your head, gently resting a hand against her cheek and bending down to kiss her forehead. “I'll make sure he comes and kisses you goodnight.”

“Me too?” Mariella gave you a wide grin with a few missing teeth and you chuckled and nodded your head.

“Of course, Mari. Daddy will come give you a kiss goodnight too,” you assured her and bent down to give her a kiss goodnight.

“He promised he’d be here tonight,” Erin sighed and turned to face the wall and you pressed your lips in a thin line.

“I know, but I’m sure it was something important that came up,” you said quietly.

You could see Erin silently nod her head and you squeezed your eyes shut, before focussing back on Mariella. You stayed next to her a little while longer until she drifted off and when you turned to check, Erin was already fast asleep.

You carefully snuck out of the room and closed the door behind you only to hear the front door’s lock click and you could see your husband walking inside.

You swallowed thickly, but your throat felt itchy and scratchy.

After Bobby locked the door behind him he came and greeted you with a hug and a kiss and you winced when you tasted the whiskey on his lips. You pushed away from him and faced the wall.

“You were drinking again,” you whispered.

“And?”

“And, Bobby? Really?” you turned around so he could see the pained expression that overcame your face. “You promised the girls you’d be here before they went to bed.”

“Honey-,”

“Bobby don’t!” you shook your head and stepped away more. “Something happened okay? You got hurt, you can’t go back in time and change that, but you have two daughters and a wife,” your voice began to break, “who need you in one piece, body, mind, and spirit.”

“‘M not the same,” he shook his head.

“I’m not asking you to be,” you whispered. “I’m asking you to get better, please Bobby, if you can’t do it for yourself do it for Erin, do it for Mari.”

“I can’t get better,” he said, but his eyes had that blank glaze over them, pale and grey-looking. “I can’t.”

“But you can,” you begged, your legs shook until you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and you fell to your knees, sobbing into your hands. “Bobby please, please, please.”

You didn’t know what else to say, but these past few months had reduced you to nothing, begging on your knees for him to get help, to go to rehab, to get sober.

Drunk or not, Bobby could never handle one thing, and that was seeing you cry. It tugged so hard on his heartstrings that it made tears form in his eyes and begin to stream down his face.

He had caused this.

It was his fault.

And that’s what he told himself over and over and over until he felt worthless, undeserving of your love and compassion, or that of his daughters for that matter, but that didn’t mean they deserved to be left in the dark.

Bobby carefully lowered himself to your level and placed a hand on the side of your head brushing away some of your tears with his thumb.

You removed your hands from your face and reached out to hold his, transferring your tears from your cheeks to his.

“I can’t do this alone Bobby, we have to get through this together,” you sniffed and hiccuped.

“I-I know,” he mumbled. “I just wanted to be your rock. I needed to numb the pain.”

“Sweetheart, I hear you and you don’t have to take that on. But you need to get help so you don’t have to numb the pain like that any more.”

Just when you thought you were getting through to him, like something might have clicked, it shifted again and he shook his head, like he couldn’t imagine coping with the situation any other way, like this was the only way he’d be able to get rid of what he was feeling.

“I-I love you.”

You know he meant for it to comfort you, but in his slurred voice it only haunted you and brought more tears to your eyes.

You pulled away from him and stood up and began walking towards your bedroom.

“Tell me that when you’re sober.”

Tagging some moots who might “enjoy” this one :)

@lostinthefandoms11 @honeybrowne

#bobby nash #bobby nash x reader #bobby nash blurb #911 #911 fox #911 x reader #911reader #911 blurb #tw: alcohol

[pastelavender88]

Blurbs are open! Only blurbs for now!

#911 fox #black reader #911 on fox #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #911 blurb #911 fic

[wolfmadefromash]

Buddie New Meet/Break-Up WIP…

I didn’t give a snippet with my last update, so here just a bit I wrote today that’s just some fun fluff of Buck and Eddie. I’ve given Buck the middle name James since we don’t know his actual middle name (if he has one) and Evan James just sort of flows nicely.

For context, Eddie had gotten a few calls from an Unknown Caller with no response when he answered, and this is between October 31st and November 1st so Buck’s obvious explanation is ghosts…

Current Word Count: 73K

“Can I have my phone back?” Eddie asks, holding out his hand expectantly

“No.” Buck said simply, turning on his heel and walking out of the locker room. “I want to see if you have any more ghost calls.”

“For the last time,” Eddie says running after Buck and leaping onto his back. Buck yelps, laughing as he stretches his arm out in front of him to keep the phone from Eddie, his other arm coming around and hooking under his boyfriend’s knee to keep him from falling. Eddie grunts, reaching out toward the phone. “It’s not a ghost.”

“It is too a ghost.”

“What is even happening here?” Hen says watching as Buck shuffles across the firehouse floor with Eddie clinging to his back trying to grab his phone.

“No idea.” Chimney laughs. “They make for pretty good entertainment though.”

“Yeah, as long as they’re not messing around in my ambulance.”

“Give it back, Buck!”

“But the ghost caller!”

“You’re being a child!”

“Yeah, well who jumped on who’s back, huh?”

“I swear, I’m cutting you off for a month if you don’t give it back!” Eddie threatens.

“Ha! Like you could even make the week!”

“Buck!”

“Ask me nicely!”

“Fuck off, give me my phone back!”

“Mmm, nicer than that.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch!”

Buck let’s out a laugh. “I’ll just go to the loft; I still have my own place you know.”

“Wait I thought they moved in together?” Chimney looks over at Hen.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t have the answers. I mean I think we all assumed; they ride in together every day. Though, that wasn’t exactly a subtle reminder that they don’t live together. Looks like someone hasn’t asked yet and someone else is getting tired of waiting.”

“Oo, the plot thickens.” Chimney says, rubbing his hands together. “Should we get a pool going for the next blow out?”

“No, leave the idiots alone. They’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Evan James!”

“Oof, middle name; harsh but effective.” Chimney chuckled.

“Did you just middle name me?”

“What’s going on down there?” Bobby asks from over the railing.

“Buck took Eddie’s phone to check for ghost calls.” Chimney calls up to him.

“Eddie jumped on his back to get it back.” Hen adds on. “I feel like I need popcorn or something.”

“Boys!” Eddie and Buck continue to struggle over the phone, both starting to laugh. “Boys!” Bobby yells again.

Buck freezes, both him and Eddie turn their heads and look up at Bobby. “Oh, hey Bobby.”

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[bradleybeachbabe]

blurb night/sleepover!

hi <3 i’m hosting a little blurb sleepover/night for the next few days!! i have been starting to feel a little motivated to get back into writing, so why not do a blurb night/sleepover?? :)

rules/information:

as long as this post is pinned, you are welcome to send requests but as soon as it is unpinned, please refrain from sending more

please send all of the requests to my ask box

if you don’t want to use a prompt from below, you can always send in your own concept/scenario. i’m totally okay with that!

prompt lists:

list a

list b

list c

list d

list e

list f

list g

list h

list i

characters who i’m taking requests for my blurb night/sleepover:

evan ‘buck’ buckley

edmundo ‘eddie’ diaz

tim bradford

kayce dutton

topper thornton

rhett abbott

jake ‘hangman’ seresin

stefan salvatore

tagging some lovely moots to start off this blurb night! @auroralightsthesky @spnshortcake @sarahsmi13s @lovinglyeternal @mayhemmanaged @katsu28 @fiction-is-life @startrekfangirl2233 @lavenderbradshaw @horseshoegirl @bobby-r2d2-floyd @crescentwolf @desert-fern @glen-powells @sebsxphia @footprintsinthesxnd @bpdtistic

#rachel’s blurb night/sleepover #signal boost if you want to #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #edmundo diaz #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #911 fandom #tim bradford #tim bradford x reader #the rookie #kayce dutton #kayce dutton x reader #yellowstone #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #jake ‘hangman’ seresin #jake seresin x reader #tgm #topper thornton #topper thornton x reader #outer banks #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore #tvd

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