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911net · 3 days

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9-1-1 3.11 • Seize the Day

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alexisrosemullens · 20 hours

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I just want you to know who I am

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jeremyknoxs · 3 days

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THE GOOD PLACE 4.09 • The Answer

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ashiqui · 6 days

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the sadness will last forever.

richard siken, boot theory / little women (2019), dir. greta gerwig / lily king, writers & lovers / kate baer, and yet: poems / gracie abrams, block me out / tim kavanagh (x) / anne boyer, what resembles the grave but isn’t / molly brodak, a little middle of the night / phoebe bridgers, funeral / 9-1-1, 5x13 / ingmar bergman / james baldwin, giovanni’s room / the national, sorrow / house, 5x24 / fortesa latifi

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clusterbuck · 7 months

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In an effort to keep your brain going I'm sending you the prompt "kissing your lover’s forehead, then bending down to meet their lips" <3

@rewritetheending (and @sibylsleaves and @captain-hen and @buckactuallys !) tagged me for fuck it friday so fuck it, here we go ! i was contemplating keeping this for something longer but i think i like it like this actually

The question seems to come out of nowhere, but Eddie knows Buck well enough to know he’s probably been turning it over in his mind for a while now.

“Do you ever miss Texas?”

Eddie, laying half draped across Buck’s chest, hums. “Yeah.”

“That was quick,” Buck says.

“Easy question,” Eddie replies, moving a shoulder in an approximation of a shrug. “It’s my—it’s where I’m from. I’m always going to miss it.”

“Huh,” Buck says. “I don’t miss Pennsylvania.” Then, softer, “Tell me about Texas.”

“What do you want to know?” Eddie asks, tracing the outlines of Buck’s tattoos with his fingertips.

“Tell me what you miss about it?” It comes out as a question, a little hesitant and unsure.

“Man, there’s nothing like a Texas sunrise,” Eddie says, wistful. It’s been far too long since he’s seen one. “Not in the city, really, but my uncle had a ranch where we’d spend a lot of our summers. We’d stay up all night, sometimes, just to see the sun come up again.

“I don’t know,” he says, humming a soft noise into the skin above Buck’s ribs. “There’s a way it feels when you’re out in the fields on a hot summer night. I don’t know how to describe it.”

“I think the kids would call it a vibe,” Buck says.

Eddie snorts, then considers. “You know what? Yeah, it’s a vibe.”

“The Texas vibe,” Buck muses.

“And—I guess I miss being around my family,” Eddie says slowly. “I didn’t always see eye to eye with them, but it was still nice to have them all around. And not just my parents—my sisters, cousins, my abuela…”

Buck’s quiet for a moment, then asks, “Would you ever want to go back?”

“To Texas?” Eddie asks, then realises what Buck is really asking. He scrambles to shift, turning until he’s propping himself up on Buck’s chest and can look Buck in the eye. “If you’re asking whether I want to move back to Texas, the answer is no.”

“But you just said—”

“I know what I said,” Eddie says. “And I am always going to miss it. But that doesn’t mean I want to move back.” He shuffles up a little, runs a thumb along Buck’s cheekbone. “My life is here now. Our life is here.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Eddie says, then grins. “We could go visit, though. Maybe go out to my uncle’s ranch. I bet you’d look good in a pair of Wranglers and a cowboy hat.”

Buck doesn’t smile. “I just don’t want you to feel like I’m making you stay here.”

“Buck,” Eddie says. “You’re not. Look, if I actually wanted to move back, I promise I would bring it up, okay? But I don’t. El Paso is where I’m from, but LA is my home. It’s Christopher’s home. It’s our home.”

“If you’re sure,” Buck mumbles, but he doesn’t quite sound convinced.

“Buck,” Eddie says again, gentle but firm. “Sweetheart. I’m sure.” When Buck doesn’t meet his eyes, Eddie reaches up to press his lips first to Buck’s forehead, then his cheek, then feather-soft against Buck’s lips. Buck holds out for only a second, then opens his mouth to let Eddie in, one hand snaking into Eddie’s hair and the other resting just below his ribcage.

“I love you,” Eddie murmurs, mouth still resting against Buck’s. He thinks maybe if Buck feels the words, it’ll be easier for him to believe them. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He can feel Buck’s lips finally spread into a smile. “I love you,” Buck says, and then a glint appears in his eye. “So, Wranglers and a cowboy hat, huh?”

Heat floods Eddie’s cheeks, but he grins. “I said what I said.”

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#911fic #buddie #buddie fic #emma writes #ask emma #leothil

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buckactuallys · 1 month

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hi pia i'm thinking about heart eyes diaz again so "15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly" spoke to me

frida my love! so true, it fits perfectly <3

[read on ao3]

When Bobby offered Eddie the spot on the 118, he fully intended for him to become Buck’s partner on the job. He picked him specifically for that, feeling like Eddie could be exactly the kind of person Buck needed to become the amazing firefighter he had the potential to be.

He also hoped they’d get along on a personal level too, obviously – his entire team is built on that hope. Eddie was supposed to fit with all of them, but Buck most of all.

Now, as he’s standing in the firehouse kitchen with a clear view of Eddie at the table, his chin resting on his hand as he watches Buck explaining something to Hen with big gestures across from him, Bobby can’t help but think that this all worked out much better than he could ever have hoped.

They’ve had their ups and downs – Buck and Eddie, yes, but all of them, really – but if that time a year or two where their team was splintering was good for anything, it was making it clear just how lucky they are to be working with this team. How lucky they are to have this family, at work and outside of it.

Eddie’s face is soft, almost tender, as he looks at Buck, who’s still focused on Hen.

It gives Bobby pause.

These two have had a special connection from nearly the beginning on, except for that short period where Buck’s irrational fear of being replaced translated to hostility. Since then, Bobby has watched them become friends, then best friends very quickly, and eventually, they grew into their own little family unit within their bigger family.

He’s aware of this, aware of how important they are to each other. How could he not? He’s seen them go through the worst and the best times together, seen them support each other, seen them grieve for each other.

He’s even seen this expression on Eddie’s face before, usually in flashes or from far away. Never as open and unguarded, so obviously full of love, without caring who sees it.

Bobby turns back to the food he’s preparing and can’t help thinking that maybe he’s missed one more layer of it after all.

So when, two weeks later, Bobby gets another up close look at the look on Eddie’s face while Buck is stumbling his way through an explanation for why they need disclosure of relationship forms, he’s not completely surprised.

“So we, uh, wanted to talk to you because– You see, Eddie and I, we sort of, um, realized recently,” Buck stammers, and all the while, Eddie smiles at the side of his face like he’s the best thing he’s ever seen. “That what we f-feel for each other, is, um–”

“Buck,” Bobby interrupts him gently. “Are you trying to tell me that the two of you are in a relationship?”

“Yes, he is,” Eddie says, and he’s still smiling at Buck, who doesn’t seem to have noticed. “We are.”

At that, Buck turns towards him and his face melts into a smile like he can’t help it.

“Yeah,” he says, without looking away from Eddie.

Bobby watches them smile at each other for a minute, fondly, but eventually, he clears his throat.

Eddie blinks and turns to him first. “Um, sorry. So, what forms do we have to fill out? And is there anything else we need to do?”

“We– We know there’s a married couple working the same shift at the 139, so we’re good, right? We can keep working together?” Buck asks worriedly.

“I don’t see why not,” Bobby says. “I’ve got a whole stack of forms I can give you to take home with you, you can bring them back signed on your next shift. Apart from that, it’s up to my recommendation. If I find that you can’t work together with appropriate professionalism anymore, then I can recommend that one of you is moved to another station. But you’re not in the same chain of command and I assume that your feelings at least aren’t all that new, are they?”

“They’re not,” both of them say at almost the same time, then smile at each other again.

“Then I see no reason why you shouldn’t work just as well together now that you’re making it official,” Bobby says, and finally lets the captain act drop with a smile. “So you’re happy?”

“Yeah,” Buck breathes. “Yeah, Bobby, we’re so happy.”

Eddie reaches for his hand and Buck grips it tightly.

“Disgustingly so, if you believe Christopher,” Eddie grins, and Bobby laughs.

“Well, I’m really happy for you. You both deserve happiness, and looking at you right now – well, it just makes sense that you found it with each other.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Eddie says, eyes bright.

Bobby remembers him sitting in front of him like this, but alone, adrift, scared. He remembers how worried he was that he’d never be happy.

And Buck – how lost he used to feel, never aware of how loved he already was by the people in his life, always chasing after the idea he’d built up in his head.

Well, it kind of makes Bobby want to congratulate himself for pairing these two up.

A year later, while Bobby is recounting the story of Buck and Eddie from his view at their wedding reception, his eyes keep straying to the grooms.

Buck is watching him with teary eyes and a wobbly smile that makes Bobby choke up a little, but Eddie is looking at Buck. He’s wearing that same tender, lovesick expression Bobby has seen on his face so many times by now, and he finds himself hoping that the wedding photographer will capture it in one of their photos, because he’d like Buck to get a good look at it.

He knows that Buck knows that Eddie loves him, but knowing Buck, it wouldn’t hurt for him to see photographic evidence of the naked adoration on his new husband’s face.

But he shouldn’t have worried, because when Buck turns to look at Eddie, his expression doesn’t waver at all. Buck doesn’t seem surprised to see it, either, so clearly he’s not as oblivious as Bobby may have thought.

Good, he thinks. Everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be, and better than he ever could have hoped.

He smiles and lifts his glass to finish his toast. “To Buck and Eddie. May you always look at each other the way you are right now.”

#thanks for the prompt <3 #buddie #911fic #911 #buddie fic #ask #leothil #frida tag #pia writes

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capseycartwright · 1 year

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I will be nice, and will send you the "doing a pinky swear" instead 💞

“You know,” Eddie’s tone was droll as he spoke. “Given the state of my last marriage, I thought I would be the one having a panic attack the night before our wedding.”

Buck glared up at his fiancé from where he was hiding behind the couch. It was hard, to hide as a six-foot something man, but he’d done his best, squeezing himself behind their new green couch. There weren’t many places to hide in their house – not least of all because they weren’t done unpacking yet.

Whose idea was it to get married and move house in the same month?

“That’s not funny,” Buck huffed.

“It is, a bit,” Eddie hummed, stepping over Buck so he could sit down on the floor across from him. “So,” he said, folding his legs underneath him carefully. “Are you going to tell me why you’ve been acting like you’re headed for the guillotine and not the altar tomorrow?”

“We’re not having a church wedding, there’s no altar,” Buck mumbled. He knew he was being pedantic. Being pedantic meant that he was saved from having a big emotional conversation he didn’t feel like having with the man he was going to marry in the morning.

“It’s a metaphor,” Eddie didn’t sound offended. “Come on. Penny for your thoughts and all that.”

Right.

Okay.

So, there was no escaping this conversation.

“It’s not that I don’t want to marry you,” Buck blurted out, wide-eyed as he looked at Eddie.

“Okay,” Eddie said, drawing out the word. “I didn’t think you didn’t want to marry me.”

“You might, after I say what I’m going to say,” Buck admitted. “So that’s why I had to say it first. I want to marry you, Eddie.”

“But?”

“It’s not a but, not really,” Buck paused, for a second, trying to think of a way to said what he wanted to say without hurting Eddie’s feelings. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings or cause a fight the night before their wedding. “I just – I’m terrified, Eddie.”

“What are you terrified of?”

That was the question, wasn’t it?

Buck was scared of a lot of things – he was man enough to admit that – and most of all, he was scared of messing his relationship with Eddie up. Loving Eddie was the greatest privilege of his life, and Buck wanted to love him for the rest of his life: but it’s not as if Buck had been surrounded by examples of the healthiest relationships growing up. He’d never learned how you might be a good partner, a good husband.

He was terrified he’d go nuclear one day, and ruin it all.

“I’m so afraid I’m going to mess this up,” Buck admitted, wiping roughly at his already watery eyes. It wasn’t going to take much to push him over the edge, was it? “I – I’m terrified that I’m not going to be able to be the husband you deserve. That we’ll – that we’ll get married, and build a life together, and it’ll all implode anyway.”

Eddie was quiet, for a second. “I can’t sit here and promise you what life is going to look like for us in ten, or fifteen, or fifty years,” he admitted. “I wish I could tell you that nothing is ever going to go wrong. But I’d be lying – because I don’t know.”

“That’s the bit that scares me,” Buck said, his lip starting to wobble. “That I’m going to give this everything and it mightn’t work out in the end.”

“It mightn’t,” Eddie relented, though the look in his eyes made Buck think that Eddie didn’t really believe in the possibility of it not working out. “But it might. You’ve got to remember that, too, baby,” he reassured. “Look. I can’t see the future, I can’t tell you what’s going to happen tomorrow, or in a year – but I can promise you one thing, Evan Buckley, and that’s that you and I will never stop trying to make this, us, work.”

Buck sniffed back his tears. “You promise?”

Eddie grinned, offering out his pinky finger. “I pinky promise.”

Buck laughed wetly. “You’re such an idiot,” he teased, but he wrapped his pinky finger around Eddie’s. Even in the dim light of their dark living room, Eddie was beautiful – his hair was soft, and free of product, and he was wearing a shirt that Buck knew belonged to him, the material stretched out and worn at the elbows. He was beautiful, in the way he looked, but also in the way he smiled at Buck, kind and genuine and reassuring, more than Buck ever deserved to call his.

“But you love me,” Eddie grinned cheekily.

“I do,” Buck nodded. “I do – I really, really do Eddie. You know that, right?”

“I know,” Eddie shrugged, keeping hold of Buck’s pinky finger. “Do you – promise me that we’ll always talk, when you – or I – feel like this. Because I – I think we can figure anything out, if we talk about it, but I need you to talk to me about it.”

“I promise,” Buck sighed. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“Don’t be,” Eddie said. “I’m glad you freaked out tonight – not in the morning. I want you to be excited in the morning.”

“I’m excited, baby,” Buck reassured.

“I know, I’m just teasing,” Eddie pressed a kiss to the tip of Buck’s pinky finger. “It’s your last night as a free man, after all.”

Buck had heard the joke – before they were ever engaged, and so many more times since they’d gotten engaged, and even more, in the weeks leading up to their wedding. The thing was – Buck had never been freer than when he was with Eddie. It was cheesy, but it was true – and he couldn’t wait to be a married man.

He told Eddie as much.

Eddie’s eyes were glassy, as he smiled at Buck. “You’ve got to save the soppiness for your vows,” he joked, but he squeezed Buck’s finger again. “You feeling okay, now?”

Buck nodded. “Can we stay here five minutes longer, though?”

Eddie’s smile was going to light up the rest of Buck’s fucking life. “We can stay here as long as you want, Buck.”

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#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic #prompt fill #leothil #thank u frida!!

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zahlibeth · 2 months

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Did you do some art? What did the tea have in store for you this morning?

re this post. I have not done art yet! I did make shapes with my morning cuppa, but then we did eleventy billion other things with the day. tomorrow maybe?

#zahli answers #leothil #z

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oatflatwhite · 8 months

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Giving you the firmest handshake and hug in solidarity that I can

today we rise against the pb&j overlords and also american mass media!!!

#answered #leothil

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gracieryder · 3 months

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💛💗🔊!

💛: i just think you’re cute! 💗: i want to give you a hug! 🔊: im really glad i started following you!

FRIDAAAA!!!

YOU COCONUT HATING GEM, YOU!!!

ILYSM!!!

PDA Game! 🤗

#mwah mwah mWAH!!! 💘💘💘#frida 🥥#leothil #mist answers #pda ask game

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littlespoonevan · 1 year

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As a big AU lover, 15, 16, and 17 😌

askljdfh you and me both, friend!!! 🥰

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

if we're just talking 911, then i'll go with a touch of someone else (to save me from myself) because, though it's not the most outlandish of my aus, it was So Fun to write. i was positively giddy making s1 buck flirt with eddie askjdfh

if we're talking favourite out of all my fics ever, then it's my band au for the all for the game fandom (And We'll Be Running) no question 💙

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

ok the answer i could give i'll leave for question 17 and instead i'll give you one i've read and loved because @rewritetheending's dirty dancing fic never felt this way before (yes i swear) is Impeccable. it was an au i'd toyed with writing myself and the way they wrote it was everything i ever could've wanted. i loved it so much!! ❤️

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

okay so this is like, absolutely Ridiculous but me and @mellaithwen have actually figured out the plot???? anyway i am dYING for a buddie miss congeniality au ok listen i've figured out how it work and it would work bRILLIANTLY trust the process it needs to be a thing buddie belong in every sandra bullock romcom cinematic universe

send me fic questions!! ✨💖

#leothil #asks #meme thing

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911net · 1 hour

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9-1-1 5.16 • May Day

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alexisrosemullens · 16 days

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requested by anon

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jeremyknoxs · 4 days

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—eden robinson, writing prompts for the broken-hearted

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eddiediaaz · 4 days

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🎵🍒!

🎵 favorite artists hmmm of all time i'd say taylor swift, les cowboys fringants, noah kahan, green day, simple plan. more recently: chappell roan, reneé rapp, conan gray

🍒 what is your earliest memory it's really hard to pinpoint anything earlier than age 5 for me to be honest. the earliest memory i have, i think is when my dad got my sister and i a kitten each. i named mine oliver (after disney's oliver & company ofc) and my sister named hers balto (yes after the dog dsflkfd). it was 5 and my parents split not long after that lol

thank you frida <33

#alie replies #leothil #ask game

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usereddie · 9 days

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sepia, cider, and void ^_^

FRIDA THIS IS SO VERY SWEETIE PIE!!!!!

also tell me why i spent so long searching for “spider” bc my brain processed “sepia” and “cider” as 🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️

color asks

#bia gets mail #leothil #mutuals <33

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