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i feel like im in the sims where it takes 5 hours to make pasta and then u have to immediately go to bed

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and the reason I fell in love with his character in the first place.

I think it's funny that the #1 reason people think Tommy is a bad boyfriend to Buck is because he's sarcastic and is fluent in dry humor.

To people my age, that's hot af

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my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

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Have you ever read so much fanfiction and consumed so much fanart that you genuinely forgot what canon is?

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Bucky taking a sick Steve to bed

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For Better Or Worse

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairings: Eddie&Buck, Buck/Tommy

Characters: Eddie Diaz POV, 118 Crew, Tommy Kinard

Rating: Gen

Summary: Eddie and the crew are having a hard day.

Or: BT through Eddie's eyes.

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It was one of those days. When putting one foot in front of the other resembled an endurance test that he was somehow failing. Every nerve in his body, no matter how accustomed he was to the adversity of his profession, cried out for mercy. His brain felt as if it had been put through the wringer, with nothing left but sheer instinct for survival. The thought of eating something prepared by Ravi didn’t sound as repulsive as it once had. 

It was one of those days when nothing went according to plan, and a streak of accidents so bizarre almost made him believe in—

“A curse,” Chimney declared as he breezed past them like a man on a mission. There was a noticeable limp in his gait, but it didn’t seem to deter him. “Mark my words, guys.”

Buck, shuffling across the tiles beside Eddie, gave a weary nod. “Called it after the cocktail party inferno, Chim.” Then he went back to the phone he’d been glued to for the past few hours.

“There’s no such thing as a curse,” Eddie piped up with what remained of his mental sanity.

There wasn’t much, but he was determined to hold on to it until his last breath. Which, given the circumstances, wasn’t entirely beyond the realm of reason since they hadn’t been able to so much as look at anything edible without the siren going off. 

Fourteen hours into their shift, and they’d officially broken the record for the longest patch of starvation. 

As if on cue, a growl from deep inside him pierced the glum, worn air of the hangar. 

His insides seized up with such violence that Eddie nearly doubled over in pain, saved only by Buck’s hand wrapping around Eddie’s suspenders to steady him. The other one was still somehow typing.

“I’d go for literally anything,” Buck sighed, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Even that sludge Ravi once made with his secret family recipe.”

“Hey!” came Ravi’s feeble protest from where he was still struggling to get out of his turnouts. “You haven’t even tried it!”

Where Hen was trudging at Chimney’s side, she turned to give him a look, the meaning of which was lost on Eddie behind layers of soot and exhaustion. “I have,” she said, lacking her usual verve. “It was that bad.”

A verbal squabble broke out, but Eddie tuned it out. There was something he had meant to ask Buck. But the thought had been plucked from his mind like an unripe cherry before he could finish nurturing it. He kept searching for it in the void of his memory, but the harder he tried, the more it eluded him.

Eddie promptly forgot all about that mystery as soon as they reached the kitchen area. 

A lingering smell of chicken and potatoes with rosemary might’ve been to blame. They had left it untouched on their respective plates just before the latest emergency call. Their fifth in a row. The remains had been scraped back into the casserole pan that Bobby was now carrying to the stove, with Chimney hovering by his side like its guardian angel. 

Eddie felt his mouth start to water, despite the unease in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t put down to hunger alone. Not anymore. The silence around him throbbed with tension, the echoes of which were painted across the others’ faces in varying degrees of intensity. 

It was as if everyone was afraid to breathe the wrong way. 

Two steps in front of him, Buck was waving the hand with the phone in slow motion. “Who cares about heating it at this point, Bobby?”

Eddie couldn’t agree more. Which he made sure to communicate before collapsing into the nearest chair in a heap of flabby limbs. If only to break whatever it was that had them all under its spell.

The words had barely left his mouth when the siren thundered across the station like a death knell.

“An unconscious person in a hot air balloon?” Buck said once they arrived at the scene, his tone landing somewhere between fascination and suspicion. “Now, tell me that doesn’t strike you as a curse.”

Par for the course, Eddie remembered to object, “It doesn’t.” 

The truck finally screeched to a halt, and Eddie, following everyone’s lead, dragged himself out on wobbly legs. Ringed by a serrated ridge of hills that rose above the stretch of forest, they found themselves in the middle of a green field. Out in the open, the heat of the afternoon sun felt like an invisible gear that kept forcing him to the ground no matter how hard he tried to stay upright. The air was so still, there wasn’t even a hint of a breeze to revitalise his senses.

How were they supposed to get the man down from the hot air balloon again?

Admittedly, his judgement couldn’t be trusted at that point. 

“We won’t be the ones doing it,” he heard Hen reply as she motioned upwards.

When Eddie followed her gaze into the blinding blue of the sky, he could make out one caliginous shape as it was advancing onto another. Beads of sweat blurred his vision, which further impeded his assessment. The rumble of rotating chopper blades began to drift in, gaining momentum as they cut through the haze of his awareness.

“Chim, get the ladder,” came Bobby’s voice from somewhere to his left. “Hen, have that gurney ready just in case.”

Shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand, he found himself asking, “Is it Tommy?”

A short time later, when another life had been saved, stabilised and whisked away to the nearest hospital and the dust had settled around them, exhaustion resurfaced with a vengeance. So did, to everyone’s surprise, Tommy’s chopper. It had barely touched the ground when the door swung open to reveal his imposing frame, still in his flight suit and with an unfazed expression. 

In his arms, Eddie recognised eight pizza boxes stacked on top of each other. 

Which, considering his delirious state, might’ve been a figment of Eddie’s imagination.

Before he could even begin processing it, Buck set off across the field with a spring in his step that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Instead of helping Eddie put away the tools that lay scattered in the grass where Buck must’ve dropped them in his rush to get to his boyfriend.

Figures , Eddie mumbled under his breath. If it didn’t require too much effort he couldn’t spare, he would’ve also rolled his eyes.

“I thought you’d left,” he heard Buck croak. 

In his deadpan manner, Tommy was quick to react, “I’d hate for my next call to be about my boyfriend’s hypoglycaemic coma.”

To which Buck let out a laugh so naked and soft that Eddie suspected it didn’t belong to the universe beyond Tommy’s ears. 

It turned out to be, in fact, pizza that Tommy had brought due to a series of detailed texts and phone calls Buck had been sending to him in frustration. There was enough to feed the whole team on the way back to the station. Similar to Eddie, Tommy didn’t believe in curses, but he’d gone to great lengths to lift theirs with the most delicious combination of cheese, mushrooms and tomato sauce Eddie had ever had the pleasure of tasting. 

After they’d collectively devoured most of the sustenance Tommy had generously provided, Eddie found himself saying, “You better marry this man, Buck.” 

It was a piece of wisdom he’d been sitting on for a while, unleashed either by his satiation or the perplexing events of the day. Either way, a man who abused his position for the sake of his lover’s well-being deserved his official blessing. Even Bobby acknowledged that with a nod from his spot at the steering wheel. 

With a sigh of fulfilment, Eddie shoved another slice into his mouth, just because he could and added, “Because otherwise I might.”

Which he almost choked on when Buck kicked him in the shin with the tip of his boot. The complementary look he shot Eddie might’ve triggered another curse if it hadn’t softened in the next moment under the swell of his emotions. A surge of affection for Tommy that Buck couldn’t keep out of his voice as he said, “Shut up, Eddie, and eat your damn food.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie caught a glimpse of Hen fist-bumping Chimney.

It was one of those days when nothing went according to plan, and Eddie had come close to losing his wits and his faith in natural justice. But one thing he was certain of as he watched his best friend whip out his phone with the most besotted expression he’d ever seen anyone wear… If it wasn’t love, there was no hope for the rest of them.

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(also on AO3)

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i slowed down this moment, notice oliver nodding before lou goes in...

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is anyone else not vibing with the always looming sense of impending doom or is it just me

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reblog to bap prev with your paw

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Unfortunately you will talk like a tumblr user for your entire life. Sorry.

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buck moved into eddie’s house, fucked tommy in it, and left. an icon.

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we're all gonna hold on to this very gently

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bucktommy hug, 1 year later 😌

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if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like

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haven’t uttered these words in years but steve rogers n bucky barnes, whether you like it or not, were written romantically. “til the end of the line” literally means til death do us part (a marriage vow)