#Evan Buck Buckley Whump

[diazsdimples]

Small Snippet of my current WIP!!

Eddie was just grabbing a glass when he heard a yelp of surprise and a shrill wail of pain pealed through the house. Eddie ran back to the lounge as fast as he could and his heart almost stopped when he took in the sight before him.

Aidan was lying on his back, face contorted as he screamed at the top of his lungs. It was immediately apparent why. Blood was pouring out of a cut just above his eyebrow, and fuck, if Eddie hadn’t known that head wounds tend to bleed like a bitch, he would have had a panic attack right there and then. Instead, he rushed over to the baby and lifted his little body into his arms, rocking him back and forth as he shushed him, trying to calm the screaming.

“Breathe, baby, breathe” he soothed as Aidan’s cry went silent, running out of air. A great gasping breath preceded the next wail and it broke Eddie’s heart to hear the anguish in the little boy’s voice.

“What happened, Chris?” Eddie asked as he tried to assess Aidan’s wound. Christopher was staring at the two, shocked. He’d never seen so much blood in his life and he was terrified.

“He was just – he took a step and he seemed okay so I didn’t sit him down but then he took another and he fell and hit his head against the table”. Christopher was close to tears as he relayed the information, terrified that his dad would be angry at him. He felt like a terrible big brother. In his mind it was his fault Aidan was hurt. After all, he, Christopher, had been tasked with looking after the baby while Eddie was out of the room.

“It’s okay, Chris, you did nothing wrong. Accidents happen” Eddie reassured him. Christopher only felt marginally better.

Eddie’s assessment of Aidan’s forehead was getting him nowhere and he got up off the floor, bringing the baby into the kitchen. He flicked on a light on his way in and draped Aidan’s body over the sink, supporting his head with his hand. Christopher hurried in behind him, anxious to see what was happening.

“Chris, can you please get me a cloth?” Eddie asked, trying to keep his voice calm. “Sorry, mijo, this is going to sting a little”. He turned the tap on, making sure the temperature wasn’t too cold and positioned Aidan’s head so it was trickling gently over his forehead, washing away the blood and giving Eddie a better view of what was going on. The skin of Aidan’s eyebrow had split from the impact of the fall and his eyebrow was split down the middle. It was pretty deep, deep enough for Eddie to be confident that it would need stitches. Aidan’s screams increased in pitch as Eddie gently put a finger on either side of the cut, pulling the skin together to see if it would line up.

“I know, baby, I know. Papa’s sorry”. There was a distinct wobble in Eddie voice now as he watched Aidan become increasingly distressed, the blood now running into his hair as his head tilted back. Thankfully, Christopher finally reappeared with a cloth in hand.

“Thanks bud” Eddie said gratefully, and he ran the cloth under the tap to dampen it before wiping the drying blood from Aidan’s face. The coolness of the cloth must have provided some comfort as Aidan’s cries quietened. He lifted Aidan upright so the boy was sitting on the edge of the sink and placed the cloth right over the cut, applying pressure. Christopher, who was perched on the edge of the dining table pushed himself up and came over to Eddie and Aidan, putting a hand on the little boy’s leg.

“I’m sorry I let you get hurt, Aid” he said quietly. Aidan’s crying had almost completely quietened now, having gotten over the initial shock of the fall and now being in the comfort of his Papa’s arms. He laid his head against Eddie’s chest and let out small, miserable hiccups, his face bright red and warm from the effort of crying.

Eddie stiffened as the sound of the front door opening echoed through the hallway. Shit, he’d forgotten about Buck. He was going to freak out.

“Chris” he hissed, gesturing for his son to come over to him. “Go tell Buck that Aidan’s had an accident but tell him not to panic”.

Christopher nodded resolutely and made his way through the hallway, cutting Buck off before he could get any further. Eddie listening anxiously from the kitchen, still holding the cloth against Aidan’s head. He winced as he heard Buck’s voice echo through the house.

“He’s WHAT?”.

Suddenly there Buck was, barrelling through the living room to the kitchen, stopping to take in the sight of Aidan in Eddie’s arms, his shirt covered in blood and a bloodstained cloth pressed against his head.

“Eddie, what the fuck happened?” Buck asked frantically, rushing over to his boyfriend’s side and pulling his hands away from Aidan’s head. His breath hitched as he saw the cut and he looked up at Eddie, eyes wide and fearful.

“Shit Eds, that’s deep.”

“I know.”

“That’s really fucking deep.”

“Buck-“

“We’ve gotta take him to hospital, right now”.

Eddie let out an impatient breath. “Buck, slow down, you’re panicking”.

“How can I not panic, Eddie, look at him!” Buck replied, gesturing to his son’s head.

“It looks worse than it is, head wounds bleed a lot.”

“I know that but look at the size of it!”

Buck scooped Aidan into his arms and made for the front door, struggling to do up his shoes one handed. Thankfully he hadn’t had the time to take off his jacket yet so that was one less task to undertake. Eddie was close behind him and snatched Buck’s keys from his hand.

“What are you doing?” Buck asked, looking at Eddie frantically.

“I’ll drive, you’re in no state right now” Eddie explained as he shrugged on his coat.

“What about Chris?”

The aforementioned child was watching his parents rush around him in bemusement. The speed with which the evening had gone from happy and wholesome to disastrous had made his head spin and the gravity of the situation was just starting to sink in. Eddie regarded him thoughtfully before pulling out his phone.

“Chris, will you be okay to stay here on your own for a little bit until Carla comes over?” Eddie asked as he dialled Carla’s number. The pre-teen nodded vaguely, looking at the mess of Christmas lights and decorations strewn over the ground. “I can sort the decorations?” he suggested.

Eddie sent him a grateful smile. “Sounds great kid. We’ll be home real soon. Love you!”.

[peachlingplums]

Not to be a freak but I’ve been thinking about buck and post-lighting brain damage. what if buck went through all of that effort and struggle and self-understanding in the coma dream, only for the true long lasting effects of the lightning strike to take effect once he woke up. Like he finally finds his self worth, and sees his firefam and fights to come back to them, but once he wakes up he seems to have lost his ability to focus and he has trouble forming words, and worst of all he has no memory of the people he loved so much, and just sits in that hospital bed, hurt and confused and holding on to a hazy dream about trying to come back home.

[renalovestowrite]

Take My Hand (Buddie)

@starlingbite decided to merge two of your prompts into one story.

Prompt 1: Buck runs from the hospital, confused from his concussion. It's dark and raining and it took a while for anyone to even notice he was missing.

Prompt 11: A brawl breaks out at the scene of an incident, Buck is caught in the middle of it.

[honestlydarkprincess]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

tagged by the lovely @daffi-990, @disasterbuckdiaz, @wikiangela, @exhuastedpigeon, @hoodie-buck

i have quite a few projects going on right now (no one say anything about my 50+ wips) but have some of reckless buck that i finally made a lil bit of progress on!

Buck was aware of himself being loaded onto a stretcher and into an ambulance but he felt so tired he didn’t bother paying attention. He managed to answer their questions when they asked a few things but other than that, the trip was a quiet one.

They were almost at the hospital when one of the paramedics said, “Hey, should we call Diaz? I know that’s not exactly protocol but…y’know, they’re really close.”

“We already let Captain Nash know, I’m sure he’ll call Diaz. Plus, do you want to be the one who tells Diaz that Buckley is hurt?”

Buck wanted to open his mouth and tell them to please call Eddie, that Eddie’s voice was the only one he wanted to hear right now, but he couldn’t get his mouth to cooperate. He would just have to hope that Bobby called Eddie or that Maddie would after she got the emergency contact call. He felt bad for the stress he was about to cause her but hey, at least this time he didn’t die!

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @watchyourbuck, @maygrantgf, @lovebuck, @princessfbi, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @devirnis, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @father-salmon, @underwater-ninja-13, @giddyupbuck, @epicbuddieficrecs, @djdangerlove, @eddie---diaz, @rylivers, @buddieblr, @jealous-buck, @goforkinard, @sunshinediaz, @spagheddiediaz, @puppyboybuckley, @excuseme-greentea, @barbiediaz, and @homerforsure

[letthewhumpbegin]

911, s3e3

[bigfootsmom]

buck, bound, and bloody for @lovebuck <3

[tizniz]

Holdin' it together, but it's hell for me (6.7K)

And he feels so stupid, because he was fine. Really. He was. At least, he thought he was. Except now he’s not so sure. Now he feels like he’s drowning in his own thoughts.

OR: Buck isn't having as good of a day as he thought.

READ ON A03

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[dangerpronebuddie]

I've Fought Tougher Men (But I Really Can't Remember When) 3k

Eddie left Bobby to babysit his patient and stood beside Hen, handing her a fresh piece of gauze as a pretense. “There a problem here?” he asked, keeping his expression as neutral as possible. Hen smiled and accepted the gauze, trading it out for the bloodied one she had pressed against the guy’s cheek. “Nothing major.” “Damn right it's major,” Dick hissed. He batted Hen's hand away. “Hey.” Eddie snipped. “Keep your hands to yourself.” “You got no right to tell me what to do, boy,” Dick huffed, shaking a finger at him. “I have my reasons.” “Being a repressed boomer isn't a good reason to assault the people who are trying to help you, let alone jam broken glass into your friend's head,” Eddie scolded. He had a split second to wonder just how ruthless the scolding from Bobby would be before Dick punched him right in the eye.

Read on ao3

She's here!!!!! Don't ask me why 3k words took so freaking long 🙄. I'd just get a rhythm going, and then another fic idea would pop into my head. This has been in my drafts since December. But I'm happy to finally have it done and out of my hair!

And look at the stunning cover @ronordmann made me!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

(Also, please be advised, there is some homophobia in this fic, specifically from the character Dick. It's not for very long, but please be careful 🥰)

[homerforsure]

(header by my darling @mellaithwen. Thieves will have their cars keyed)

through tooth and claw (to where you are)

Rated: T (for rabid animal behavior and kissing)

WC: 18653 (I know)

Tags: Buck whump, worried Eddie, worried Christopher, protective everybody because they're a family okay, blood, injury, first kiss, getting together, a truly surprising amount of soft and silly flirting considering all the blood

Summary:

With a reverent hush, Christopher said, “Whoa, it’s so close.”

And it was almost as though Buck needed to have that obvious fact pointed out to him before the vague dread of animal instinct that had been pooling in his stomach could solidify into a real, actionable fear.

It’s so close.

Something’s wrong.

AKA: The Rabid Coyote fic

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons: Taking care of each other when you are hurt (Evan Buckley)

Headcanon Prompts: 'Taking care of them when they are hurt.' + 'Them taking care of you when you are hurt.'

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, bandages, scars and other related terminology.

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Taking care of him:

Evan gets hurt A LOT. I mean, this guy is the whump king at this point lol.

So, though you hate seeing him hurt and you worry about him a lot, you are used to his habits when you take care of him.

He tends to play down his injuries, insisting he can do things himself or insisting he is "fine".

"Fine? You can't even take three steps on your own, sit down."

But, at the same time, he does enjoy you taking care of him.

It feels very domestic to him, and he enjoys spending the time with you, though he doesn't like feeling helpless.

He has also learned that you get comfort when helping him after he's been hurt.

You worry so much, that helping him, no matter what with, reassures you that he is going to be okay.

When he is hurt, he acts different then when he is sick (meaning he doesn't act like a toddler who needs attention constantly).

Evan appreciates your gentle nature when you help him change any bandages he has, or when you need to apply some sort of cream to a wound.

Though he does not like being hurt, he does enjoy the moments that you are there for him.

Like when you help him wash his hair, or get dressed if he can't quite do it himself. When you massage sore muscles, or talk to him until he can comfortably fall asleep.

He is used to being injured, it comes with the job, but he hates worrying you. He apologizes a lot, though you always reassure him that you are just glad he will be okay.

If his injuries scar you have a tendency to run your fingers over them, tracing them, and remembering what the aftermath was like.

Evan reminds you that they are marks of survival, and that they also remind him of the times you were right by his side when he needed you.

You may chastise him for getting hurt, but it's always in a loving and joking tone. He knows you care deeply for him, and just want him to come home safely.

He always says he would do the same for you any time you are hurt.

"But don't get hurt, please."

Him taking care of you:

When you get hurt, Evan realizes why you act the way you do when he gets hurt.

The worry, and constant nagging feeling that he needed to do more, ate at him.

So, he would hover, usually a bit too much, but you knew the feeling well.

So, you let him help you, even if that meant him carrying you to the bathroom when you can walk perfectly fine.

It's cute, if not overbearing.

You would make fun of him and his "mothering" but he was just happy he could return the favor, though he would also chastise you for getting hurt, the same way you would do to him.

Evan discovered that he really enjoyed some of the more delicately intimate ways he could help you.

Brushing, washing or fixing up your hair if you couldn't reach it. Making you food and bringing it to you in bed.

Though the reason he was doing it came from something bad, he enjoyed the look on your face when he did these things for you.

It helped him to understand just why you insisted on helping him every time he got hurt as well.

If any of the others come by while you are hurt, he doesn't really let them help you in any way, he feels like it has to be him. If he doesn't do it, you wont get better.

He know's it doesn't make sense, but he doesn't it anyways.

You also learn what it's like to have someone worrying over you, and having to comfort their anxieties and remind them you are okay.

You both get to see and experience each side of taking care of your partner whether you want to or not.

You'd rather not have too, but it's a part of the job, and a part of your relationship.

xx

I know they aren't very long but I'm trying to come out of a serious case of writers block, so this is all I could get out. I hope you enjoy them anyways! And if you do please consider reblogging :)

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

911 & Evan Taglist: @spuffyfan394, @webreathfandoms, @locke-writes, @persephonesportal, @pockyandme, @soultrysworld, @averyhotchner, @iinmysights, @that-marvel-simp, @gatefleet, @bellarkeselection, @shiftingwh0r3, @rqmanoff, @fanboysfangirl, @readingbookelf, @luvwanda,

[penpatronuswhump]

My guess is that he had his hand around someone’s mouth and got bit!

[diazsdimples]

Lyrics from Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

When you're all alone I'll reach for you When you're feelin' low I'll be there too

[himbobuck]

me: buck is my favourite

also me: hope they crack his ribs during CPR and we get him half naked in the hospital bed, with his ribs wrapped in bandages and the scar full on display

[renalovestowrite]

You're Not Alone (As Long As My Heart Beats) - Buddie Prompt

I was re-watching season 14 episode 23 of Grey's Anatomy "As Cold As Ice" and thought this would make a good buddie prompt. Could someone write a buddie story where Eddie and Buck are on their way somewhere during a snow/rainstorm and they get in a car accident?

Eddie is unconscious at first and Buck manages to get free in order to call 9-1-1. Service isn't great, so as soon as he is able to get in touch with dispatch (not having time to identify himself or Eddie), he looses his balance and falls down an embankment into freezing waters where he falls unconscious.

Paramedics don't realize Buck was with Eddie, only ever finding Eddie in the car and believing he was the one who called for help before passing out. Hen and Chimney are just leaving the hospital (having dropped off a different patient) when they spot Eddie being brought in.

They grow concerned, rushing after their friend/co-worker. They figure out that Buck was with Eddie (either Eddie mumbled unintelligently or they get in touch with Carla who is watching Christopher at the time, etc?) and rush back to the accident scene.

If someone could write this and tag me in it so that I could read it, I would greatly appreciate it!

[daniwib]

Sneak peek of upcoming collab

So @wingwyrm and I are both whump writers. Based on this no context cover art, what do you think our collab is about?

(psst no spoilers if you're from the 118 server and have seen the thread!)

[letthewhumpbegin]

911, s4e14