#now i know my ABCs

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[cw: brief description of accident, death, and injuries; experiences that can be likened to dissociation and hallucination]

/— 5: Erasing the Edges —/

As gruesome as it is, Savannah is pulled toward the overturned jeep. They walk to it with bated breath. A few feet away from the crash, officers attempt to get rid of the crowd. She steps right past them and ducks under the caution tape.

The back of the jeep is open, putting them all on display. She could still see hints of the mess under the shrouds.

Reality steadily begins to seep in, like blood staining pure white cloth. Metal cuts through their bodies, still shining. Still sharp. 

They shut their eyes and take the rest of it in. The clamor, the heat, the sharp scents of blood and gas. It’s all familiar, but not like the low crackle of a fireplace. It’s more like the ear-piercing booms of fireworks still ringing after they’ve long dissipated. It’s haunting, like war, like tragedy, like death.

Something unlocks in her. She slips back into a dream.

They're falling, faster and faster. There's a chorus of screams, but no faces to connect it to. It's too bright to see anything. Are they staring straight into the sun?

She can't turn to see where they're landing. No—she can't move at all. They've gone limp like a rag doll, limbs fluttering hopelessly above them.

Then it all stops. Her vision cuts to jarring darkness. She hears frantic voices bouncing around, discussing… something. They're unsure what, but they just know they're a part of it. It's as if she's sitting backstage, waiting for her cue.

They want to stay and finally figure out the meaning of all this, but they feel their grip on the vision fading. They wait and wait, and it’s almost time for their entrance, but…

She finds herself back in the jeepney—the magic one, where everyone’s in one piece. Her head hurts, and she still feels a little lost.

Cato’s the first one she notices again. “Is everything alright? You seemed dissociated. You wouldn’t leave the scene of the accident. We had to guide you back here.”

“Yes, I’m alright.” She pauses. “What about you? It must have been horrifying seeing how exactly you…”

His brows furrow. “I’m fine.”

And they fall into silence. Savannah sighs. Cato clearly isn’t alright. Who would be after seeing their own corpse pulled out of a car crash? 

Then again, she wasn’t very honest herself. Maybe she can encourage a little more communication.

“Actually, I’m quite shaken up,” they blurt. Cato only slightly turns toward them, but they take this as enough of a sign to continue.

“I’ve been seeing—hearing? No—sensing things.”

Now this has his full attention. “Things only you can sense? Like hallucinations?”

“I wouldn’t call them hallucinations.” She purses her lips. “They’re more like… flashbacks? Like I’ve felt them all before.” 

He stays quiet, so she elaborates. “I’ve been having these visions—well, they’re more than just visions, but you know what I mean—I think they’re related to the accident. I get these feelings of falling, and I hear these voices that I know I’ve heard before, but I can’t put names to them.”

Cato’s face is tight with concentration. “Do these come with any other symptoms? Anything you think is related?”

Symptoms? Strange way to put it, but sure. She gives it a good think. “I get headaches. The visions make me dizzy. And I have trouble sleeping.”

“How long has this been going on for?”

“I’m not sure… I’ve had these visions for as long as I remember.”

“Have you had similar experiences in life? Traumatic events?”

“No…”

“You don’t need to get into the specifics.”

“There are no specifics.” They shrug. “I’ve never been in any accidents this severe and… Well. I guess I won’t be in any other ones now.”

He looks away, deep in thought. “Flashbacks, but not connected to any actual events…”

“Well, they feel real. Like I’m connected to them somehow.”

“Are you taking anything?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I mean medication. Drugs. Of any kind.”

“No?” She doesn’t like where this is going.

“I won’t judge.”

“I really don’t take any medication.”

"Well, what about—”

“You know you don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Hide.” She bites on the inside of her cheek. “I came here looking for a conversation. Not a doctor’s appointment.”

“Oh.” He’s silent for a bit. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay!”

Cato looks at her weirdly. “There’s something wrong with me. How is that okay?”

“Well, I think there’s something a little wrong inside all of us.” Savannah’s eyes drift around the jeep.

Cato does not stop looking at her weirdly. “That’s not exactly comforting.”

“No, it isn’t, but you know what is?”

“What?”

“It means you’re not alone.” They lean over a little to bump shoulders with him. “There are people you can talk to. They’ll understand. Or listen at the very least.”

He breaks eye contact to contemplate this.

“You don’t have to share right now if that’s uncomfy. We all just saw a lot of it, anyway,” she adds. “My point is that we have all the time in the world.”

This is great. Savannah is going to get a good grade in friendship: something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve. Cato will be so befriended by the end of this.

Finally, he turns back to them. “Fine.”

A smile breaks out on her face. This is going so great.

“But for the record, if you need anyone to talk to about your episodes—”

“Visions.”

He sighs. “Visions… I’m here to listen.” Savannah’s shoes happily tap away on the metal floor. “Thank you.”

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#now i know my ABCs

[hirakiyois]

you're laughing. beloved network tv show 911's resident single dad with repressed homosexuality is dating three people at once and you're laughing.

#911 #911 abc #buddie #eddie diaz #i know it's pointless to make theories about this show now since they've gone full unhinged on abc #but never in my wildest dreams did i see eddie starts dating a shannon lookalike #i don't even want to know the layers of this man's brains i am perfectly fine loving him like this

[ikpwecanfly]

Something I haven't seen discussed yet is not only did buck and Tommy kiss, but they JUST kissed. Tommy kissed him once, just communicating that "okay is this what you want us to do?" And then he set up a real romantic date where he's going to pick buck up at 8 and everything.

Buck who has a shit load of trauma from partners wanting him for nothing more than his body. From always having to be the person adding the romance into every relationship to convince people there's more to him then sex.

Baby boy just got asked on a wholesome date and got promised romantic helicopter flying lessons and he won't even have to drive and goddddvdhebusjabsjsjdnxns

#don't get me wrong #buddie #will always be my endgame #but i have a feeling tommy has the ability to be exactly what buck needs right now. #sweet and curious #and romantic #with someone who seems to actually know how lucky they are to get the chance #911 #911 abc #9 1 1 abc

[master5666]

#akunmasterinternasional #now i know my abcs #abcslot #judionline #slotonline #gacor #rtp slot #rtp99% #zeus #pragmatik play #joker123 #slot gacor

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

As if I wasn't already exhausted enough this morning...

It's been brought to my attention that people are taking my fanfics, editing them, and sharing them around. I don't have the words to describe how not okay this is. If you don't like something about my fanfic, then I'm sorry to hear that, but there are a lot of other fics out there you can read instead.

I put time and effort and care into my writing, as does every writer. To take my work without permission and change it feels like someone just punched me in the gut. Frankly it makes me not want to share my work at all and to take down all the writing I do have up, because why should I share anything with people if all they're going to do is decide it's not good enough and they're going to do what they want with it and make it "better"?

And before anyone comes at me, this is not what a transformative work does. This is not the same as fanfiction. I'm fucking exhausted from working two eleven hour shifts over the weekend so my brain is not working so someone smarter and more articulate than I am can explain why. I'm tired.

This genuinely makes me want to take down all my works and not share anything new. It's very simple, kiddos: Don't like it? Don't read it. You will miss out on some fanfics that way, just like you'll miss out on some films, or books, or TV shows. I've missed out on really good fic, novels, films, etc, for the same reason. We all do. It's a part of life. Stuff will sometimes have things in it that you don't like. Skim those parts, fast-forward those scenes, grin and bear it, or just go and read/watch something else.

Normally I would make this post unrebloggable but I worry other writers in this fandom might experience the same thing and not realize it. So people are welcome to reblog this. Anyone who's an ass on it will be blocked, no second chances.

Just. Don't do this guys. Holy shit don't do this. What the actual fuck.

#mads writes stuff #911 abc #911 fanfic #yes unfortunately tagging the fandom since that's the fandom it happened in #I'm just #holy fuck #genuinely I want to message every writer I know in this fandom #even if we've never spoken #to like... warn them this is apparently a thing #I wish I could make my brain work right now but I'm so fucking braindead #I'm working three jobs and this is my fun relax safe space except NOT ANYMORE 'CAUSE PEOPLE ARE BEING DICKS #just... don't fucking do this what the FUCK is wrong with you #actual CHILDREN are more respectful holy fuck

[meep-meep-richie]

´´ You already know that i´m interested. ´´

#ugh please he was so down already are you kidding T_T #i love him #i love them #yes i will die on this hill #i was rooting for buddie for so long #but i don't know if i want buddie if it will cost me them #cause i love bucktommy way too much right now #bucktommy #911 abc #911 on abc #911 show #evan buckley #tommy kinard #buck x tommy #tommy x buck #firefly #tevan #kinkley #tommybuck #911 buck #911 tommy #911edit #911 gifs #my gifs #gifpost #lou ferrigno jr #oliver stark

[buckevantommy]

i'm so glad they brought back tommy for buck. they could've brought back eli. they could've brought back the openly gay firefighter. they could've introduced someone new. but instead they brought back tommy: the guy who was stuck in the old boys' club, as well as figuring himself out around the same age as buck. the guy who wasn't warm or welcoming to chim or hen when they first arrived but who clearly struggled with doing so, and then who came to appreciate them and have their backs and enjoy their friendship. the guy who was there to see how bobby made a real difference to the 118, made it like a family before he left. the guy who was there for bobby's introduction of 'family dinners'. the guy who left the 118 so that buck could take his place there. the guy with the tk initials. the guy who shares a name with 2 other poignant tommys in the narrative for buck. the guy who chim called not once but twice for help and he answered. the guy who was saved by chimney and who will (hopefully) get to return the favour. the guy who made such pivitol personal growth in his time at the 118 thanks to chim and hen and bobby. they brought back the guy who proves that it's never too late to change, to grow, to be open and soft and caring. that it's never too late to learn about yourself, to figure out who you are as well as the person you want to be. that it's never too late to become a better version of yourself.

#tommy kinard #i love him So Much More now that i've seen his s2 eps - he grows so much over those 3 eps!!! he went from tommy 1.0 #to tommy 2.0 to 3.0 to now 4.0. he's grown like buck has grown and it's just- *chef's kiss!* #for some reason tumblr decided to put ant* tommy posts on my for you page and they were bitching #about bringing back tommy (1.0/2.0) like he was a concrete idea incapable of growth. i just shook my head. #bc obviously these people have missed one of the main points of the show: that people are capable of positive change. #you know what that is? growth. 🌱 #.txt #911 abc

[lover-of-mine]

“Maybe I was his rainy day.”

Quote from A Hue of Blu by Marie-France Leger.

#911 #buddie #911 spoilers #911edit #buddieedit #911 on fox #911 fox #911 abc #eddiediazedit #evanbuckleyedit #my edit #otp: you don't need to pretend with me #its been a while since i made one of these i think #mayve #who knows i dont #this week was hell #anyway i saw a tiktok now im here #flashing tw #evan buckley #eddie diaz

[housewifebuck]

4x05 -> 4x14

#I know this had been giffed a thousand times over but fuck off I wanted to do one too #911 #911edit #buddie #buddieedit #911verse #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #🪐 #my gifs #the way these scenes are even composed/framed so similarly like #this was so #………. #cmon now ……

[kinardscoffee]

Imagine how angry those Buddies are going to be at you when season seven ends with BuckTommy still going strong. And imagine how furious they're going to be at you when you and the discord get to gloat about Lou's season eight return announcement.

The POWER you have. Remember that. That's why they infiltrated your Discord to begin with. They're angry, cornered little animals lashing out because they're terrified their delusions won't actually be validated. They see the writing on the wall, and they're fucking devastated.

I hope you take pleasure in that. I do.

Anon, honestly? I do.

AND IT'S ALL I THINK ABOUT AT NIGHT. 🤭

The shit they tried to do was upsetting, and I still HATE that they actually outed people. (I'm not sure what level of hell that puts people in, but whatever. It's fucked up!)

But now that the mayhem has died down... I just have to laugh.

They were in there for 15 hrs and didn't find anything? In fact, pretty sure 8 of those hours they were asleep... I know they got pissed at the lack of access because our discord values our members, and making it a safe place is our most important priority.

There's one thing I haven't shared yet about the situation but considering the same person JUST impersonated me on Twitter... fuck it.

They added me to their "hater" group chat and began to say the craziest shit to me. I didn't ss the actual gc, but I did get the list of all 34 people in there.

It's a nice little 'Beginner's Guide to blocking Bobs' if anyone is interested.

Also, the day we kicked them from the discord, I got this from one of their minions:

And as I'm writing this, (this has taken me like 4 days to finish because of all of this shit). Here's Maggie's Marge profile revamped to impersonate me. (I've already reported her and she's already reversed it back to herself)

I am @ kinardscoffee on Twitter, same as here.

But yes... they are going to be big mad when Tim shatters their dreams of getting tHe gReATest sLoW bUrN oF aLL TiMe!!!

Hold on, buckle up, and use your fucking block button, peeps. Shit's about to get crazier than it's ever been. ✌️🩵

#like wtf is my life?? #all because of a tv show and a fictional character?? #now suddenly we have identity theft and I have to upload my identification to fucking Elon Musk??? #lololl i know he won't see it but still! #911 fandom #911 discourse #911 fandom discourse #bucktommy #buddie #<- only because i think you guys need to know... no hate to you because of the ship #911 abc #anon 🩵 #long post

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/— 3: Cracking Composures  —/

“Wait. Okay. So, you’re saying we’re dead?” 

The mannequin nods. Or, does its best impression of a nod, at least. “Yes, that is indeed what I said.”

“You’re lying,” Cato says firmly. “You’re lying,” he repeats. Whether he’s trying to convince the mannequin or himself. . . no one is sure.

“I am physically incapable of lying, Mr. Linn,” it says with a look of sympathy. Metallic and manufactured sympathy, but sympathy nonetheless. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Sure you are,” Tauny mutters bitterly. “Cut the crap, what’s actually going on here?”

“Tauny—” Liza tries to interject.

Tauny snaps. “No! No, tell me the truth.” 

He looks it in the eye, pupils bordering on bloodshot. “Who do you work for? UCNN? Channel 5? Tell me what sick elaborate game show this is. Tell them I want no fucking part in it!” His voice cracks, half in anger, half in desperation.

The doll remains silent. Emotionless. A hunk of metal pliant in his hands. 

The next thing anyone hears is metal crashing against the side of the jeep. Tauny’s hands hover over the mannequin’s neck as if that would do any damage. The noise continues as Tauny resigns to shaking the metal body, screaming, “Speak! Fucking say something!”

Everyone else starts yelling for him to stop. Savannah plugs her ears and focuses her eyes on the floor. Why does it sound so familiar?

Beau’s face pulls into a tight frown. Tauny sure is stubborn as hell. To be fair though, Beau doesn’t know anything about Tauny, just like he doesn’t know anything about Liza, or any of the other passengers. Tauny is just a stranger—one whom Beau’s only argued with until now. A stranger he just witnessed explode in anger—and who is still exploding, actually. Someone has to stop him.

. . .The yelling and crashing stop, leaving only the sounds of a struggle. “Let me go! What the fuck are you doing ??”

Surprisingly, Beau’s stik-o-thin arms can hold Tauny back.

“I’m not letting go until you calm down,” Beau says sternly, but. . . not unkindly. The voice brings him back to the ground and sets the roots back in place. It makes Tauny’s breath hitch, making him hesitate. Beau of all people?

Tauny tries to stay tough, but he feels like he’s choking. He digs his nails into his palms and grits his teeth in a feeble attempt to distract himself from another breakdown. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. 

For a few seconds, minutes, maybe even hours, Tauny is left breathing heavily. After a while, his breath was slowly quieting with his heartbeat.

Until he begins to question if he ever had a heartbeat at all. Because all this time, he’s been dead, right?

It’s all too much for him. His knees give in and he falls to the floor, too washed over with apathy to care. His arms are folded, pressing into his body, and his head falls onto the seat.

This development catches Beau off-guard. He didn’t know what he expected, but he at least expected a struggle. His hand hovers over Tauny but quickly moves back. 

Liza takes a quick breath as if to collect herself after the. . . event. She starts digging through a satchel slung over her shoulder. 

“Here,” she pulls out a water bottle and hands it to Beau.

“. . .How’s water going to help?” Beau asks, not taking the bottle. “Where did you even get that?”

“Just take it. For him,” she glances at Tauny and shrugs. “I must’ve had this before I— before we. . .”

“Died?” Savannah finishes absently.

Tauny wraps his arms around himself even tighter, seeming to shrink into himself.

“Alright,” Liza looks up at everyone. “New rule: nobody says the d-word, no matter what. Nothing related to it either.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Yes. And not just for his sake, but for everyone’s.”

Liza gestures at the others. Ascot’s been unusually quiet. Savannah’s face is scrunched up with guilt. Cato’s somehow gotten even more unreadable.

“Listen, we’re all super on edge right now. I’m sure you are too,” she sounds the complete opposite of someone on edge. Her lips press into a small smile. “So please, just. . . try to help out?”

Beau grabs the bottle. He silently thanks whatever gods are in existence that at least there’s someone here that can handle whatever the fuck is going on. He sure couldn’t. In the back of his mind, he wonders if Liza was an older sister or a caretaker of some sort before— before the incident. It would explain the quick change in mannerisms. Hell, it would explain the bag, there was probably a whole first-aid kit in there. What regular person carries water around them wherever they go?

Now that he thinks about it, what regular person finds out they’re dead and is level-headed about it? That’s not normal, right?

He holds the bottle in front of Tauny. “You heard her. Gotta drink.”

Tauny stays silent, avoiding anyone’s gaze.

“Do I have to, like, feed you or some shit—?”

“No, what the fuck?”

He took the bottle, but that’s it. He doesn’t take one sip, not even after the half-minute Beau spends staring at him. The passivity is disconcerting; this is the first time he’s ever been quiet. Goddamn Jesus fuck Holy fucking shit.

“. . .Well, I was planning on having Mr. Hep go first but—”

“I beg your goddamn pardon?” Ascot laughs, no humor in their eyes. “I don’t know— hell, I don’t care what you’re planning, you can’t possibly—”

“Of course, Mx. Mosbirm. I understand,” the mannequin tuts. “Believe it or not, I’m far from heartless.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” they scoff as they lean back in their seat, numb resignation resettling on their face.

“I still don’t believe you,” Cato frowns. “Those things you said about death? A game? Resurrection?”

“It's telling the truth,” Savannah says, voice barely above a whisper.

“. . .what?”

“It’s the truth,” she repeats, with more conviction this time.

“How do you know?” Cato demands, eyes cold and calculating. “How could you possibly know that?”

“I— I’m not sure. I just. . . know,” they sigh, realizing how little reassurance that is. “Does that make sense?”

“No. No, it doesn’t,” Ascot responds airily, “but nothing’s made sense for the past half hour so really this is just par for the course.”

“Can you not?” 

“Can I not what, grandpa?” They challenge, raising  an eyebrow. “Make light of a bad situation?”

“Make a joke of a terrible situation.” Cato corrects.

Liza shifts uncomfortably. “It’s not terrible. . .” 

Beau agrees. “It could be worse.” 

“I’ve seen worse,” Savannah adds vaguely. 

Cato opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it again, deciding it’s not worth it to keep contesting this point when he’s already outnumbered.

“Fine. Let’s say this game you speak of is real,” Cato turns to address the mannequin. “What are the rules? How do we pick a winner? Is there a point system?”

Ascot teases, “What’re you going to do? Strategize your way through the afterlife? Start taking notes?”

“Maybe I will. Though with you as competitors I doubt I’ll have to do much.”

They let out a disbelieving laugh, not expecting another instance of thinly-veiled snark.

“To answer your questions, Mr. Linn. This is not a game you can reason your way through. In fact, the rules are quite simple. I’d hardly call them rules at all.”

“Doesn’t sound like a very good game, then.”

“. . .I suppose you do have a point,” the mannequin speaks with a mischievous lilt in its robotic voice. “Though since you’re so eager, perhaps you’d like to go first.”

The interior of the jeep is once again cast in a warm orange glow. Every surface, from the ceiling rods to the carpeted floor, seems to develop a subtle luminescence, reflecting off each other in rainbows of bouncing lights. If you were to look out the windows at this very moment, you’d see thousands of swirling celestial bodies collapsing in on themselves in a quick blink! akin to shutting off a CRT television. In its stead is a vast expanse of white, stretching endlessly toward the horizon. A blank canvas ready to be painted on.

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#now i know my ABCs

[buck-up-buck]

Tommy pushed the door open and helped Evan into his loft, holding the majority of his weight, a pharmacy bag hanging loosely at his other side.

"Easy, nice and slow." He kicked the door closed behind them, dropping the bag to the floor and stopping so Evan could catch his breath. The trip from the car up to the fourth floor had taken its toll on him, his breath coming out in short pants against Tommy's neck. "Couch, or bed?"

"Couch is fine." He huffed out, closing his eyes for a second before nodding, showing Tommy he was ready to start moving again.

"All your weight on me, okay?" They carried on the same way until they finally reached the couch, Tommy lowering Evan down slowly, making sure to keep his bad leg off the ground. Once he was sat down, he grabbed two of the cushions from the arm chair so that Evan could elevate his leg.

"Thank you." Evan sighed heavily, leaning his head back as he tried to get his breathing back under control, Tommy taking this time to head to the kitchen. Maddie had texted him before he picked Evan up from the hospital to let him know she had stocked his fridge and cupboards, so they should be good for a few days. He knew Evan was just about due another round of painkillers, so he grabbed an electrolyte drink from the fridge and then ran to the entryway, picking the bag up and depositing it on the kitchen side.

He chose for the time being to put aside the burn ointment, knowing he would need to redress Evan's bandages later on, but would wait until his pain had subsided some and he had at least had a nap. Taking out two painkillers, he headed back to Evan and knelt down next to his head, watching as he turned his head to the side, sending Tommy a small smile.

"Hi." He whispered, Tommy's heart fluttering.

"Hey. I have your painkillers and a drink for you." Placing a kiss on Evan's forehead, Tommy helped him sit up, leaving him to take the pills while he reached over the back of the couch for Evan's large throw blanket, draping it over his frame. "You should get some rest." Evan nodded and took one last swig of his drink before screwing the lid on and popping the bottle on the coffee table, staring up at Tommy who was standing at his head, arms hovering as if wanting to reach out and say something.

Buck knew he probably had somewhere to be, and was just making sure he didn't need anything else before he headed out for the night, but Buck was a pro at tending to his own injuries alone.

This, unfortunately, was not his first rodeo.

"I'm good Tommy, you can go if you need to."

"What? You want me to leave?" The frown on Tommy's face was adorable. Buck had grown to love kissing away his frown lines, using his mouth to literally turn his frown upside down.

"I mean, no, of course I don't want you to leave, but I'm home now. You don't have to hover, I'm more than capable of handling the rest on my own." Tommy crouched down near Buck's head and he chose now to pout, tilting his head up to try and catch Tommy's lips, but the man didn't move any closer, staying at arms length away from Buck which just would not do. "Babe seriously, I'm fine, but I won't be fine if you don't at least give me a kiss goodbye."

"I'm not giving you a kiss goodbye, Evan, because I am not going anywhere." Now it was Buck's turn to frown, his pout dropping off his face. "You really think I would just drop you off here and then head out for the night? You've just spent three days in the hospital, I'm not going anywhere unless you choose to kick me out your front door yourself."

"But- I'm fine?" His response came out as more of a question than a statement. Buck wasn't fine, he knew that. He had some pretty nasty burns, on his bad leg as well, and would probably be in a decent amount of pain for a while, but he was home now, and that was a start. He wasn't about to let Tommy waste away while he got better, Tommy didn't sign up for that. "You didn't sign up to be stuck looking after me, Tommy."

"And you didn't sign up for a crazy guy trapping you in a burning building, Evan"

"He wasn't crazy."

"Oh no, he was most definitely crazy." This got a laugh out of Evan, Tommy leaning forward to kiss his smile, before pulling back with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously Evan. I know we didn't sign up for any of this, but I am not going anywhere. We are on this recovery train together."

"So, me being injured on the job doesn't freak you out?"

"No more so than being injured in my own line of work does. It happens, but it doesn't mean you have to deal with it on your own." Oh, and if the heartbrokenly relieved look on Evan's face didn't shatter Tommy's heart. "Like I said, I am not going anywhere. Now, close your eyes, get some rest, and I will still be here when you wake up." Sniffling, Evan nodded, allowing himself to sink further into the couch, the soft sound of Tommy's breathing next to him lulling him to sleep.

@whollyjoly talking about parallels earlier inspired this so, enjoy!

#911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #i will never forgive ali for leaving buck after the truck bombing #his little face in that scene breaks my heart #so here is tommy choosing to stay after his has been injured and healing some of bucks trauma #yes this is me foreshadowing a buck injury at the end of season seven #i need protective!tommy like right now #should i make this a full fic and post it? #maybe #maybe not #I don't know #but anyway until i decide #enjoy #talking about parallels with the clown car inspired this

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @loveyouanyway @tizniz @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples 💖

got back to my bucktommy post-7x05 smut (that's a continuation of a fic that apparently I posted over a month ago?? I gotta get on it lmao)

have a lil bit I just wrote haha (yes, they're only at the point of taking their shirts off and we're at 3.7k 🙈 why is my smut always this fucking long jfc)

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"There’s no rush.” Tommy smiles, as he dives in for a kiss, grinding his hips against Buck’s, and oh, at this angle it feels even better. “Let me make you feel good first.” Tommy whispers with another roll of his hips. 

“As long as you do it naked.” Buck responds, and Tommy laughs again, warm and affectionate, if a little breathless. Then, he sits up and slides his shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Buck’s hands immediately land on his skin.

“Better?” Tommy asks, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Uh-huh, so much better.” Buck nods, eyes scanning the expanse of Tommy’s naked chest, as his hands slowly move all over the skin, caressing the sides, gently running his fingers over the burn scar on his ribs, Tommy’s breath hitching in surprise, but when Buck looks into his eyes, he only sees affection and desire. He has his fair share of scars, too, and he knows how vulnerable showing them might be – because yeah, some people might think the scars are cool or hot or whatever, but no one wants to think about how they got there, or wants to be there to witness it, because it freaks them out. But they both get it, get the dangers of the job, and maybe one day they can share stories about their scars, both mental and physical – Buck would love to hear all about everything that made Tommy who he is now. With time, at some point, it is their second date, after all. So now he just smiles, reassuring, and moves up to press his lips against the scar gently. Tommy’s face melts into something soft. But then Buck’s leaning back again, hands back to traveling over the expanse of Tommy’s chest, going up to his pecs, shoulders, down his arms, and up his back. God, there’s just so much of him.

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#tease tidbit tuesday #wikiangela writes #bucktommy post-date fic #bucktommy post-7x05 smut #I just know after 7x09 and seeing tommy and bucktommy again ill have new ideas again so trying to work on this before that lol #(i also have 6 other bucktommy ideas and one more active wip not to mention all the on-hold buddie 🙈 good luck to me lol) #fic snippet #my writing #my wips #911 fic #911 abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #buck x tommy #bucktommy fic #firepilot #tevan #fireflight #kinley #ngl i wanted to cut out the part about scars for now bc im not fully happy with it yet but like fuck it lol

[aromanticbuck]

do you think buck even considered the option that he maybe could be wanting eddies attention

Hi, nonny!

I actually don't think that was something that ever crossed his mind. And, to be completely honest based on the fact that I've watched the episode and dissected every scene to my roommate a million times, I really don't think he actually wanted Eddie's attention as much as the fandom claims he did. His comment to Tommy about wanting his attention was genuine, and there's so much evidence to that if you watch the episode without Buddie goggles on (I say as a Buddie shipper).

The thing is, there was no issue between the three of them in 7x03. Buck and Eddie have been on good terms all season, they both know the same amount about Tommy at that point, Buck even goes out of his way to find a way to spend time with Tommy - that's why he was at the hangar at the beginning of 7x04 to begin with! He wanted to spend time with Tommy and wanted to know him and wanted to be his friend. This is a canon fact can't be brushed off by "actually, it was because Eddie-" no. He wanted a friend. That's allowed.

Buck is literally there and asking Tommy to spend more time together! He's asking him out for a beer, and he looks so excited that Tommy wants to say yes, and then Eddie rolls up, literally, and takes his new friend away from him and off to Vegas.

All of Buck's anxiety and insecurity in the episode stems from that moment.

He knows that Eddie is cool and fun, he says it a million times before Tommy kisses him. I think the problem is that Buck feels like he's being passed over for someone cooler than him - someone who Tommy relates to more, because Eddie was in the army, and likes basketball, and fighting, and trivia nights. Eddie and Tommy click in a way that Buck doesn't have with most of his friends, and he felt like he was being pushed out before he even had the chance to try to be a part of that friendship.

Also, I feel like it's definitely not about wanting Eddie's attention, because he complained that Tommy was spending time with Christopher, too. This family that he knows he's a part of - because he's in Eddie's will, and he watches Christopher regularly, and he's not really a guest in Eddie's home, etc. - is getting more attention from this new friend he wanted to make than he is, and it's only been two weeks. Even the basketball being delivered to the firehouse feels like he just wants to prove he's as cool as they are, and he goes out of his way to show up to the pick up game (with a compression sock on his bad leg!) to try to hang out with them. More than anything, Buck just wants to be included.

He wants a chance to prove himself before he's ruled out of being Tommy's friend completely. He doesn't want to be the default babysitter because two people he wants to spend time with don't invite him along. It's making him feel dumped to the side.

If it was about wanting Eddie's attention, he wouldn't have been complaining about Christopher and Tommy connecting. His first moment of frustration wouldn't have been when his time with Tommy was interrupted if not completely derailed by his plans with Eddie. He wouldn't have tried to prove he was good at basketball by knocking over Eddie and potentially messing up that relationship just for more of his attention than he already gets.

Eddie is cool. Tommy is cool. Buck wants to be friends with the cool kids - he's already an irreplaceable figure in Eddie's life, and he knows that, but he has no connection to Tommy, who keeps getting pulled away from him by his best friend and a teenager. He wanted one-on-one time with Tommy. He wanted flying lessons from Tommy. He wanted to go out for a drink with Tommy. And that's all before he starts getting jealous of anyone at all.

#answered #anon #anonymouse #alex says things #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #tommy kinard #buddie #kinkley #bucktommy #911 #911 on abc #i've been thinking about this a lot actually #also i used to be an eddie girlie #i still don't know when or how that changed #i still love him but i guess buck is my boy now??? #unsure about this turn of events get back to me #also i'm sorry this is an essay #i just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this storyline

[watchyourbuck]

U are even reading and sharing tuck fanfics. I mean are u crossing over? I don't understand how you can root for them this much when buddie isn't even a done deal. Ur betraying them

okay, lets maybe stop for a second alright. i ship buddie like pretty much everyone else in this fandom, that hasnt changed. its not gonna change, not even if Buck gets a whole, three season arc with Tommy.

having said that, why wouldn't i be allowed to enjoy other ships? partake, write, reblog, etc? "You are betraying them" they're not real dfghj this is a fandom for fictional characters. they dont exist, im not betraying anybody.

fandoms exist for our enjoyment, for our exploit. part of that is sometimes seeing the meaning and fun into other ships that arent your main, that arent your endgame.

i like buddie, i ship buddie, its in my bio lmao, but i still like bucktommy. i dont necessarily want them to be end up together forever but this is CANON bi Buck's first relationship with a man, and i support his journey of self discovery. as ive said before, i actually think its good he wasnt paired up immediately with Eddie. whatever happened to slow burns!!! to multishipping!!! to ot3s!!!

lets people vibe yeah? create and consume the content they want??

#might pin this lmao #partaking in a ship doesnt make it your ride or die my darling #i enjoy multiple things i know i wont do forever #this is one of them #for now im riding both trains (like buck lmaoooo) #and im writing for both #even a polygam buddietommy #911 spoilers #911 abc #911 tv show #buddie #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #911 #911 on abc #911 season 7 #bucktommy #tommy kinard

[buddiebitch]

WHY are BT shippers so vehemently against actually analyzing the symbolism and choices made for this show?

i mean i saw multiple people saying we were overthinking the vertigo poster. they were saying that it was weird to assume that Buck would fill the pining best friend role that Midge did in the original movie??? (haven’t seen the movie, i just read a few synopses)

i’m sorry, so you agree that he put Ryan Guzman in the main character and Devin Kelley as the love interest because they’ll fill those roles in the storyline, but we’re overthinking when we point out what role he put Oliver Stark in?

or when i bring up the possible symbolism of Tommy always calling him Evan, the only response i get from BT stans is “well he would tell him if he didn’t like it” or “i think it’s because he was introduced that way and that’s why” or even “i think he probably likes that Tommy calls him Evan” (all real responses i saw) and it’s like, yeah that’s cool, those are great headcanons for you, but that actually isn’t what i was talking about. nothing wrong with having a headcanon, but it doesn’t explain anything about the show or answer any of my questions.

i mean in s4 he corrected his PARENTS and told them his name was Buck, and in s6 it was used to emphasize the strangeness of his coma dream, how everyone was calling him Evan, the whole show him being called Evan has almost always been used to emphasize that someone doesn’t know him very well, how are y’all convinced that it’ll mean something different this time? i get that some people think it’s supposed to be growth, that he’s cool with being called his first name, but if that’s the goal it definitely isn’t reading that way to me.

like i wish i could see things through the same lens as these people so it could make sense to me, i just don’t get how you can willfully ignore SO many hints just so you can ship what you want.

no hate to the ship or the shippers obviously, i’m just baffled by the lengths they’ll go to in order to convince themselves that plot device man is endgame for Buck.

#buddie #i know now that i’m not allowed to tag this bucktommy #i still feel like i should but i know they’ll get mad at me #911 #911 on abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #and like it’s fine to ship what you want but why do you have to try and convince everyone it’s endgame? #like just ship it and be happy you get content #you actually don’t have to convince us to ship it as well #you don’t have to try and stop buddie fans from shipping what we want #you are actually allowed to ship what you want without trying to discredit everyone’s theories #plus like even if i’m wrong theories are still fun #even if the show turns out nothing like i’m predicting it will(it most definitely won’t turn out like my predictions) #i still had fun speculating #even if it is all over analyzed (it probably is) it’s still fun #also didn’t tim minear say this season would parallel s4? #in s4 it was HEAVILY emphasized in buck begins that his parents calling him Evan made him uncomfortable #if this season really does parallel s4 (not seeing it yet but idk) then that choice HAS to be intentional