"Hate is a strong word." "Yeah. And that's why I used it."

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛꜱᴜɴᴀᴍɪ, ʙᴜᴄᴋ ꜱᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ ɢɪʀʟ, ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ. ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴄᴋ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ᴍᴀʏ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ x ꜰᴇᴍ. ᴏᴄ

ROOKIE ON WATCH. ❝ I never hated you. I couldn't hate you if I tried. Believe me, I have tried. ❞ 9-1-1. EVAN BUCKLEY. BOOK ONE of the ON WATCH TRILOGY. [ SEASONS 2 - 5 ] ****** I do not own 9-1-1 (the television series) or any of its characters, locations, or storylines. All rights go to the original creators. I only own what I make up, such as my own characters, locations, and storylines.

Evan "Buck" Buckley Severide, left Chicago 5 years ago and now he's faced with his past in La. Connor Rhodes would move heaven and earth to be with Buck again. So that's what he intends to do. I do not own nbc or 9-1-1 or anything one Chicago Related. Only my ocs in future chapters!

"And it feels like an eternity Since I had you here with me Since I had to learn to be Someone you don't know To be with you in paradise What I wouldn't sacrifice? Why'd you have to chase the light? Somewhere I can't go?" Evan Buckley Kid!Fic published : 7 | 5 | 25 finished : status : ongoing

What if there was a teacher that saw Buck's childhood neglect? What is Buck had a family before he went to Los Angeles? This is Evan "Buck" Buckley's journey and how he made it to Los Angeles, but more confident than ever.

Firefighter Buck, grapples with the emotional aftermath of a bombing and a tsunami. As he stares at his medal, memories of tragedy and guilt flood his mind. Unexpectedly, a visit from Chief Alonzo brings not only a promotion but also the prestigious Medal of Valor. Buck's journey unfolds, filled with internal struggles, unexpected recognition, and a decision to embrace a new chapter at Station 136. Will he find redemption and acceptance in the face of adversity?

After a childhood marked by quiet bruises and louder silences, Buck slowly learned that healing doesn't always come in the form of rescue-it can rise slowly, like dough left to rest. Baking started as an after-school accident and became the one thing that grounded him. Through the quiet rhythm of flour and sugar, of giving without needing a reason, Buck found comfort, purpose, and eventually-community. The kitchen became his safe place, and The Buckery, his bakery, became a space full of warmth, second chances, and cinnamon. Baking didn't just save him. It gave him something to love, and somewhere to stay.