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I started several 9-1-1 fics that I still need to finish but the inspiration has been nowhere simply because I haven't had people to discuss stuff with and it's just made me real sad

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having buck as a favorite character while being someone prone to intense bouts of secondhand embarrassment is a level of torture not seen since the medieval times

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just remembered shows used to have 20-25 eps per season

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i kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend if you don’t mind

buddie, 11.2k, teen.

So, the thing about being happy and comfortable in your skin is that other people can detect it. And, weirdly, it’s really, really attractive.

It’s not like Buck (or Eddie, or Ravi, or even Hen or Chimney, despite their wedding rings) hasn’t been asked out by the people he’s rescued before. Buck 1.0 used to embrace it, flirting back at every opportunity.

But this is… something else.

(Buck and Eddie get together. The people of LA are blinded by how attractive the two of them are once they're happy, and lots of flirting ensues.)

yayyyy finished my second 911 fic! this is pure silliness and i’ve loved writing every second of it. huge thank you’s to my betas tiana @heartbreakfeelsogood and taylor @newpartnerincrime who not only checked my spanish but put up with me sending them screenshots of scenes any time i thought i was remotely funny.

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wip wednesday

thank you Jean @buckme for tagging me in this!! I should really finish this as I started it ages ago but inspiration has been on a ..low

A snippet of: I'm feeling far away I'm feeling right here

Everything he has — had. Everything he had in LA is in the rear-view now. Literally. He can still make out the vague shape of Buck standing in the rain looking off into the distance. The feeling off Buck's face touching his. He can smell the chocolate chip cookies emanating from his passenger seat and it haunts him. Eddie feels like once he eats them, everything will be gone. He kind of wants to preserve them, put them in a jar, and never let air touch them again. Just so he still has something from back home, something to hold onto. Something to stare at when he feels miserable. But he isn't sure he deserves to preserve them, let alone if he even deserves the cookies at all. So much of Buck's love went into it, and he doesn't deserve that, doesn't deserve that kind of affection. He's not certain he's experienced that kind of affection before Buck. The big brother, the eldest son who takes care of his sisters, the man of the house when his father was away. Stepping up to become a parent figure. He's always been the one giving it out. Why should he be on the receiving end now? He has half a mind to just drop it off when he arrives at his parents' house or something. He's sure Chris missed Buck's baking; maybe it will make him feel a little better. After all, Buck did tell him to leave some for Chris. He can't lie to Buck though - he will inevitably call, joking around and asking if the cookies were nice, a barely concealed sniff in the background. When that happens he can't just keep a poker face and say 'Yes they were amazing'. Maybe he'd even add in a joke of 'I'm glad Tommy broke up with you, it sure improved your baking skills'.

Tagging @dbuckley118 and anyone else who wants to do this

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wip wednesday

thank you darling tiana @heartbreakfeelsogood for tagging me in this!!!

this is from the ridiculous buddie fic im writing where, because they’re so happy & comfy in their skins after finally getting together, everyone who they’re called to help can’t stop asking them out. it turns into a bit of a contest (because of course it does). this scene is in a nursing home (because of course it is).

There’s a group of three old women off to the side. One of them is straight up staring at his ass. Another is laughing, hands over her face. The third, though, is grinning at him like she wants to eat him. They’re speaking to each other in a way that they probably think is quiet. It’s anything but.

“The things I’d ask him to do to me… I’d need a new hip replacement in a week!”

“Bitsy, you bad girl. You’re gonna make me laugh my dentures out again.”

“I don’t know, girls, I don’t think he could handle all I have to offer him.”

“Have you seen his hands, Midge? Those are porn star hands. I bet he could do the thing that only my Harold could do.”

“Doris! You naughty girl.” They all devolve into cackles.

Eddie’s trying really, really hard not to react. These women are older than Pepa. He gets why they have no shame, but he really wishes they would have some shame.

“Oy,” mutters the woman whose arm he’s patching up. “Ignore them best you can, doll.”

Well, at least someone here isn’t gonna objectify me today, Eddie thinks.

The old lady trio decide, then, that they need to be bigger freaks.

“I just want to take a bite outta him. I mean, have you seen that tush?”

“Oh, it’s delicious.”

“You think I could convince him to give me mouth-to-mouth?”

“Midge, you’d have to be unconscious.”

“He can knock me out, I’m fine with that.”

“More like knock you up.”

“Not at this point! Ha! Best part of menopause.”

“Seriously, how much longer is he gonna take on patching up Deb? I need his big, capable hands on me.”

“Doris, you weren’t even in the kitchen.”

“He doesn’t need to know that!”

Two of the women (Bitsy and Midge, Eddie guesses) look at each other and burst out in giggles. He’s in trouble now, for sure.

“Excuse me, young man,” the ringleader—Doris— says, marching up to Eddie and fluttering her eyelashes behind her thick glasses. Aw, fuck. He’s got to stop her before this becomes extremely uncomfortable for everyone involved. Winning be damned, Eddie does not want to be asked out by this horny octogenarian.

tagging @sadgayeddie @brratbuck @buddiesbian & anyone who follows me who writes <3

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Hi guys (my like 2 followers) how do I make friends on here

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i think fiction should be abolished. if yo uwrite about a character dying you should be put on trial in real life for murder

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I need to get more into 911 posting on here but frankly the 911 fandom scares me both on Twitter and on Tumblr

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Hi! I'm writing an Eddie centric fic about his inner monologue and feelings about going to El Paso, and I'm looking for beta readers !

Here's a snippet;

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Buddie | Love of Mine

scene packs: @ shrmnfilms (twt&tiktok) / 911scps (insta)

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bobby's funeral tiktok livestream, tomatogate, scriptleakgate, cocainegate, and s9 renewal all took place in the span of the single week between 812 and 813

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Together.

9-1-1 3x15: Eddie Begins | 8x12: Disconnected

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Eddie in El Paso: i can’t believe I’m such a failure

Buck in LA: Eddie’s so smart and funny and hot and has never done anything wrong ever did you know he has a silver star????

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technophobe eddie i will always love you

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EVAN BUCKLEY 8.10 | Voices