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eddie begins

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things I'm good at

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perfect arrangement of rickety bones

2.8k | buddie | buck has chronic pain

Buck used to never mind the rain, he loved it.

The rain doesn’t bring him joy anymore. It brings rapidly changing atmospheric pressure, and cold, and pain.

or Buck deals with a chronic pain flare up

[read on ao3]

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been thinking a lot about how much an absence weighs…

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it’s wild that i discovered ranboo when i was first starting university and stuck in online lectures i wasn’t paying attention to. now 4 years later, im still watching them. i’ve graduated. i’m starting my masters.

i’ve changed so much in these 4 years, so has ran. it’s been wild watching them grow into the creator they are today.

i’ll never forget falling asleep to mining streams and jolting awake to john mulaney donos. i’ll think back fondly on those times. i remember the first ranmail and the first time they mentioned gen loss.

i’ve been here so long, and i don’t think i’m leaving anytime soon.

happy 4 years ranboo!

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damn the magnus protocol sure is a podcast

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I read the @butchdiaz butch Eddie fic and was possessed by the spirit of the lesbian agenda

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i’m wasted on you

4.5k | explicit | 9-1-1 | buddie

Buck clings to the fabric of Eddie’s shirt. It’s slightly damp from sweat, but he doesn’t care because it’s Eddie. His inebriated mind threw all rational thoughts to the wind as soon as Eddie had approached him.

It didn’t matter that he had broken up with him, because when Eddie was so close, breathing the same air, the world forgot. It’s the whole reason why Buck avoided Eddie all week. He knew that if he got close, everything would fall apart. What Buck needed was space, so that both he and Eddie could move on from each other. Clearly, what Buck thought he needed was not what his tequila riddled mind wanted. So here he is, drunk and clinging to Eddie after making out with him in the middle of the bar.

“Come home, Buck.” Eddie says, almost begging. His fingers creep up the sides of Buck’s arms, sending sparks through his whole body.

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a sequel to liquid guilt is on my lips. buck and eddie go home together from the bar, have make up sex, and talk about their feelings

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you guys are getting queerbaited big time but its kinda beautiful to see in 2024. firemen arent gay everybody knows that.....

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“We’re okay”

A sooty Buddie forehead touch in turnout for @arcadeigannon

This is a prompt fill for the @911actions gotcha for 🍉 fundraiser. Submissions have closed but you can still support the families!

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i’m wasted on you

4.5k | explicit | 9-1-1 | buddie

Buck clings to the fabric of Eddie’s shirt. It’s slightly damp from sweat, but he doesn’t care because it’s Eddie. His inebriated mind threw all rational thoughts to the wind as soon as Eddie had approached him.

It didn’t matter that he had broken up with him, because when Eddie was so close, breathing the same air, the world forgot. It’s the whole reason why Buck avoided Eddie all week. He knew that if he got close, everything would fall apart. What Buck needed was space, so that both he and Eddie could move on from each other. Clearly, what Buck thought he needed was not what his tequila riddled mind wanted. So here he is, drunk and clinging to Eddie after making out with him in the middle of the bar.

“Come home, Buck.” Eddie says, almost begging. His fingers creep up the sides of Buck’s arms, sending sparks through his whole body.

[read the rest of ao3]

a sequel to liquid guilt is on my lips. buck and eddie go home together from the bar, have make up sex, and talk about their feelings

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I was promised some peoples’ lives in return for cat dad eddie. So, here’s cat dad eddie :3

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pigeon friends :)

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There should be a fanfic writing game called the showrunners challenge where someone writes a story and partway through someone else can play things like "actor leaves after 4000 more words" or "topic now too politically sensitive due to unforeseen world events" or "lost rights to that reference"

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Eddie idk why you’re asking Buck. He clearly doesn’t know either.

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