#this is what it feels like to watch the 911 fandom from the outside like can these men just kiss y'all have suffered enough

[aimeegbbs]

#trying to manifest that your fave is canonically queer

#new girl #newgirledit #tvedit #userbbelcher #usertelevision #userstream #cinematv #jessica day #nick miller #alternative caption: #this is what it feels like to watch the 911 fandom from the outside like can these men just kiss y'all have suffered enough #**

[buddiebeginz]

I just want to say if you're following me for 911/Buddie I don't plan on posting much Buck/Tommy stuff. This isn't anything against Buck or what's going on with his story right now. I've wrote posts myself talking about how I know that Buck having this journey and this relationship with Tommy before Eddie is important. Still I'm not a multishipper I'm here for Buddie first and foremost and I want to see the guys end up together eventually.

The issues I have with Buck/Tommy and the reason I plan on avoiding them isn't even really a shipping one so much as it's how parts of fandom are responding to them. It's literally only been a few days and already I've seen tons of posts, comments, tweets, fanfiction, tiktoks, etc being anti Buddie. I just came across a fic last night that was about how Eddie treated Buck awful (used him for sex) and then Tommy came along to be the best boyfriend ever.

I'm just not here for the way people are treating Buddie and Eddie. I also don't like how people keep saying Buck's story is more important than Buddie. All of it is important. Buck, Eddie, Buddie, Buddie and Chris (as a family) all of their stories and what they mean for incredibly needed lgbtq represention are important.

I'm so thankful that 911 is doing a bi storyline with a character like Buck (one I relate to a lot) but the fact that I still want to see them follow through and extend that to Eddie and Buddie doesn't mean I'm trying to take anything away from Buck's journey.

We've never really had a same sex slow burn story like this and especially not with characters like Buck and Eddie. Older queer characters who are figuring out their sexuality later in life. Who are also raising a son together. Who don't fit into some preconceived mold of what it means to be queer. Having Buddie be canon would be groundbreaking it’s own way and if they follow through on this story I believe it has the power to really change media in some ways. I think them doing Buck's coming out storyline is already doing that. It is basically unheard of for a primetime show like 911, with a character like Buck who was basically written to appeal to straight men and women to now come out so late in the shows run. The show is taking a risk and will be taking an even bigger one to make Buddie happen but that's why they need to follow through on it.

I'm not going to apologize for wanting all of the stuff we've been hoping and begging the show runners and networks to give us for 6 seasons. It is possible to care about more than one thing. I can wholeheartedly love and relate to and support Buck's journey while still wanting to see Buck and Eddie together and definitely still want to see Eddie's coming out story too.

I'm also tired of seeing people outside of the Buddie fandom say Buck and Eddie are too good of friends to "ruin" with making into a couple. That Buck and Tommy should be endgame so Buck and Eddie can stay friends. Fact is Buck and Eddie have never been just friends. If you look at how Hen and Chim and Athena and Hen and any other friendship on the show is they're not written the same at all. They don't have the same kind of depth and definitely don't have the same romantic and sometimes sexual overtones that Buddie's does. We obviously need more male friendships in media but Buddie isn't about two guys who are just friends, it's about two men who have loved and supported one another for six years and we're about to watch that love turn into something even more profound in the coming seasons.

So yeah I probably won't post much about Tommy but if I do I'll try and tag anything as b*ck t*mmy for bl. The other reason I probably won't post about them is that it feels like every space in our fandom is getting swallowed up by this ship. It's just frustrating when all of the tags are full of Buck/Tommy.

I'm not trying to hate on people who ship them. I think everyone should be able to multi ship if they want or just ship whatever ships they like. I've been hated on many times for ships I like. But I do think those of us who just love Buddie shouldn't have to see Buck/Tommy 24/7 and definitely shouldn't have to see anti Buddie stuff.

I also want to say don't let anyone make you feel like shit if you're not super into Buck/Tommy. You can still love Buck and support him without gushing over him in a relationship with someone else. I hate when fandoms get this crowd mentality where if you think any differently you're told you’re a bad person. Just remember that the story the show is telling is leading towards Buddie canon eventually. So people can be excited over Buck and Tommy for now if they want but it’ll be Buddie in the end.

Also if you have Buddie or Eddie gif requests please let me know. I really want to see Buddie and Eddie back in the tags.

#911! #buddie #b*ck t*mmy for bl

[sznofthesticks]

How did YOU get into 911ls rachel? 👀

if you could write one episode of season 5, what would it include? (back atcha)

what is your favorite cuisine and one food in that cuisine you hate; and what is your LEAST favorite cuisine and one food in that cuisine you LOVE

what's your favorite pastime/hobby outside of fandom? (back atcha)

what is your favorite season 👀 is it... winter... *shot*

more photos of cats please! 🥰

How did YOU get into 911ls rachel? 👀

okay so i started with OG 911, i watched from the very beginning when season one aired until season 5 and just became uninteresting (season 5 was... bad...) but rewatched spring 2023 because my sister wanted to watch it. and enjoyed it much more that time around. and then over the summer i was sick and couldnt leave my house for a week so i decided to watch lone star AND MY LIFE WAS FOREVER ALTERED. (i realize im a very late fan pls forgive me)

i was hesitant to watch lone star because some people in the OG 911 fandom are very mean towards this show and it's fans. (i've distanced myself from those people. i adore this show and have met the loveliest people on here because of this show.)

if you could write one episode of season 5, what would it include?

okay this is gonna be all over the place. marjan has a comphet realization and does some self discovery and we get some sapphic rep from her. not saying they have to make her have a girlfriend, but just some realization and being an openly queer, muslim, female firefighter in texas would be EVERYTHING to me.

nancy backstory. i've written a little about my thoughts on her backstory and want to write more. but i say she comes from a rich, influential family, but they're distant to her and put alot of pressure on her growing up and her sister is the only one she stays in contact with.

for tarlos. let them fuck nasty. (okay i realize we can't have that on network television).

realistics. carlos gets injured on the job or while trying to solve gabriel's murder and we get him in a coma in a hospital bed and tk is anxious and crying by his bedside (WE DESERVE IT. CARLOS HAS BEEN IN THAT SPOT TWICE. IT'S TK'S TURN)

what is your favorite cuisine and one food in that cuisine you hate; and what is your LEAST favorite cuisine and one food in that cuisine you LOVE

okay, so fair warning. white woman, who grew up in a small town, and still lives in that small town. and my mom was a terrible cook. im slowly trying to immerse myself in foods from other cultures now that im an adult. but there is not an option for restaurants of anything other than americanized chinese and theres no ethnic grocery options here either, so i try my best. and i feel like finding recipes is so hard. i never know what to look for as a beginner.

i really don't know if this counts as a cuisine, but my aunt always cooked Pennsylvania Dutch foods (which is kind of a derivative of german so that i guess?) but my least favorite of that would be scrapple or pickled beet eggs. both are 🤢

since that probably doesn't count, italian. i love chicken/eggplant parm or lemon risotto (im probably offending so many italians rn)

i can't say i have a least favorite cuisine? i'll say the one i've least delved into. i hope this doesn't upset you, but .... indian ... I KNOW IM SORRY. I REALLY WANT TO TRY MORE THO I NEED TO FIND SOME BEGINNER RECIPES TO TRY AND HOPE I CAN FIND THE INGREDIENTS HERE. but i do loveeeee chicken tikka masala and garlic naan. like the most basic answer. im so so sorry tessa. :(

what's your favorite pastime/hobby outside of fandom?

i love music and everything about it. i go with my sister to live events quite a bit. we love concerts but also going to sporting events. mostly football and baseball!

what is your favorite season 👀 is it... winter... *shot*

hahahah. fall! i miss real fall, like when i was younger. now it just goes from being super hot to cold. not much fall anymore. :( as much as i hate living in a rural area, its beautiful here in the fall <3

more photos of cats please! 🥰

okay it’s mostly pepper because she’s attached at my hip and puffy is more independent lol

#asks #ladytessa74

[plotting-against-you]

Overwhelmed

Fandom: One Chicago

Characters: Ellie Halstead, Jay Halstead, WIll Halstead

Summary: Jay and Will's little sister has anxiety, and it's gotten worse. This is how she deals with it.

Warnings: Possible anxiety attack triggers because an anxiety attack is featured in here.

Author's Note: This is based on my own experiences with an anxiety disorder (among other things), and it looks different for everyone. Please, if you feel this way, get help. It can be scary, but I promise you I will always be here to listen.

*Based on the song "overwhelmed" by Royal & the Serpent

“To report suspicious activity….”

“You can call 911 for an immediate response….”

“And there’s still no working cure for the virus….”

“Ugh!” Ellie groaned as she turned off the television and tossed her remote across the room.

She pulled her knees up to her chest and forced herself to take a few deep breaths. No matter which channel she tried to watch, the news blared back at her reminding her of the scary and dangerous things going on in the world and even in her own city.

The sound of an ambulance racing by her apartment building had her throwing her hands over her ears and clamping her eyes shut. She knew she was in sensory overload. With her anxiety as bad as it had been recently, it was bound to show up at some point, but she hated that it was while she was in the one place that was supposed to be her safe space.

Opening her eyes slowly, she looked around and whined as it seemed like every light in the apartment was on, burning her eyes and making her feel like she was overheating.

Tearing off the old sweatshirt of Jay’s that she wore, she walked around her living room while shaking her hands. She was pacing, and though she knew she could call her brothers, she also knew they were both working late that night and opted not to do so.

Another siren went past her building, this time a police cruiser, and Ellie’s ears felt like they would start bleeding at any second. She hurriedly locked herself in her bedroom and jumped into bed, shoving her pillow over her ears. When that didn’t help the noise from getting in, she grabbed the sweatshirt she’d discarded and tied it around her head before slamming the pillow back over her ears.

Now she could drown out all the sounds of the city and rest.

…

Everyone was at Molly’s for the bar’s anniversary party, and it was packed. Ellie hadn’t wanted to go, but she knew that her brothers would bug her until she gave in, so she decided to go for a while.

It was the wrong decision to make.

Like that night in her apartment, every light and noise bothered her. She tapped her nail on her glass as Hailey and Kim spoke about a case they had just finished but stayed quiet.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to join in, but her anxiety was at an all-time high, and all she wanted to do was go home, pop a Xanax, and sleep away the feeling. She was reminded of her younger years, before Jay and Will had come home, when her father would tell her to get over it and tell her she was too sensitive. She never really paid him much mind, however, as she was always searching for an exit out of wherever they were.

Finally, after two hours of being there, Ellie had had enough. Everyone was packed in too tightly, and the music was too loud. Setting her drink on the table she shared with Jay, Hailey, Will, Kim, and Adam, she spun her head around to search for a way out.

She didn’t hear the voices trying to speak to her until a large hand clamped onto her shoulder, making her jump in the air, her heart beating a mile a minute.

“Ellie? What’s wrong?”

She stared wide-eyed at Jay before spinning and shoving her way unceremoniously through the crowd behind them.

She needed out, and she needed it now.

Everyone at the table stared after her for a second before the boys moved, apologizing to everyone she’d shoved out of the way and following the path she had taken. When they finally got outside, they found her pacing beside the building with her hands shaking.

“Ellie…” Jay tried to get her attention, but she was stuck in her own head.

Will gave his brother a look, and both men blocked her path on either side. Her eyes grew wide as she realized she had no room to move, and her breathing picked up.

“El, it’s okay.” Will’s voice was low and gentle. “Look around you; you’re out of there and out here in the fresh air. Slow your breathing down.”

Her eyes were wide again as she stared at him before trying to take a few breaths. They came out feebly, but they were better than nothing.

“Did you bring your medication?” The redhead asked her and took her purse when she nodded. “May I?”

She nodded again and groaned. “This sucks.”

This time Jay gripped her bicep to help ground her. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

Will finally found her medicine and handed her one, but she winced. “I can’t…I don’t have anything to drink.”

Rolling his eyes, Will shared a look with Jay as he headed back for the bar to get her some water as the middle Halstead made her focus on him. “What happened in there?”

She felt her heart start beating painfully again and reached her hand up to grip his. “It was too loud, and there were too many people, and everything was too bright….”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He gripped her tightly and brought her back to him as Will came outside with a glass of water.

“Here. Now take the meds before you make yourself pass out.”

She did as he asked and leaned back against the building, closing her eyes. She knew they were sharing a look, but she didn’t care.

“How long has it been like this?” Will asked her.

She opened her eyes as the roaring in her ears tuned down, and her heart started returning to normal. “Like, how long has it been bad again?” They nodded. “Like two weeks?”

“Why didn’t you call us?” Jay asked, hurt in his voice.

“Because you guys are busy, and you can’t drop everything because I’m nervous about everything under the sun.” She told them. “I’m sorry, you just can’t.”

“But we can try.” Will shook his head. “Have you talked to your therapist?”

She nodded. “My therapist, yes. My psychiatrist, no. We’ve been playing phone tag, and it’s getting annoying. But I’m working on it, and I know now that I can call you, and you’ll get it.”

“Of course, we will,” Jay said earnestly. “You should have told us sooner.”

She shrugged, letting out a cleansing breath. “Well, one thing’s for sure…I’m not going back in there tonight.”

“That’s okay,” Will told her. “I can take you home.”

“You just want to make sure I’m okay tonight, which means the couch is yours.” She joked, knowing he’d insist on staying overnight.

He blushed a little, having gotten caught, but nodded. “Yes, I do worry about you, you know.”

“Thank you.”

#halstead sister #jay halstead #will halstead #one chicago fanfiction #one chicago #nbc chicago pd #chicago med

[paperstorm]

I see the Buddie v Tarlos argument has come back to Twitter as it does every few months. Yawn. All the usual, mostly insulting Ronen and claiming Tarlos wouldn’t exist without Buddie (which is weird seeing as in reality outside fandom Buddie doesn’t actually exist?) but what I never understood was Buddie fans saying Tarlos has no development. This to me suggests anyone saying this doesn’t actually watch the show, or certainly not the last 2 seasons. Them getting together may be considered “rushed” (not sure I even agree with that, just because it started with a hook up, the actual relationship took a season to become one). But season 3 and 4 are nothing but development for both characters and they’ve both come such a long way from who they were in Season 1. It’s just a very odd argument but it comes round every time.

I think it's probably factual that Tarlos wouldn't exist without buddie, I think putting a queer couple into the 911 spin off was very likely a choice made because of the large population of the OG fandom who shipped those two and it often being called the 'gay firefighter show'. But no development? That's sure not how I feel about Tarlos. I think they have oodles of development, they have come miles from where they were in season 1. The show opens with TK trying to kill himself, being as hopeless as a person could possibly be. With him being a firefighter because he was trying to please his dad. To thinking he was unlovable. Carlos in season 1 was still somewhat in the closet, he believed it was possible he was never going to be able to bring a boy home to his parents, he was isolated and lonely and thought he was fundamentally broken. They are so far away from those broken people we met in the Pilot, sometimes it blows my mind.

#911ls asks

[set-phasers-to-whump]

maybe

prompt: animal trap

whumpee: eddie diaz

fandom: 911

hi! here's the first of three eddie fics in a row, which i have just realized i wrote as i'm typing this. get ready for a barrage of me beating up my favorite (fictional) firefighter :)

Eddie doesn’t like this place. 

It’s an old house, half-collapsed and completely abandoned, sitting in the middle of a large, yellowed yard that is filled with various pieces of debris - old car parts, scrap metal, and the like. 

It is also on fire. So far, the flames have not engulfed the entire place, but it’s a matter of minutes. And then, there’s all the dry grass, and beyond that, trees. 

He’s in front, pulling the hose towards the house, trudging through the overgrown grass and kicking aside the occasional gas canister or piece of rotted timber. 

He doesn’t even see it, it’s buried so deep in the grass, likely having laid there untouched for at least a decade. 

He doesn’t know what’s happened, at first, and thinks he’s just twisted his ankle. He stops walking and looks down, and then the pain hits him at full force. 

There is a bear trap, rusted but very much functional, clamped onto his foot. Its teeth have punched right through his boot and into his flesh, and it fucking hurts. 

He sort of sinks to the ground with a strangled yelp, his right leg stuck out from his body at a strange angle in an attempt not to jostle it. 

“Hey, guys?” he calls to his team, who are already hurrying towards him. “I might need a little help over here.”

Hen gets to him first. 

“Is that a bear trap?”

He nods and then sucks in a sharp breath as her fingers touch the trap embedded in his foot. 

“Jesus,” is Chimney’s contribution. “Who puts a bear trap in their front yard?”

Bobby and Buck hurry past them, picking up the hose Eddie’d dropped as a loud popping sound reminds him that there’s still a fire to be fought. 

He focuses on watching the flames and watching Bobby and Buck attack the fire from the outside. Hen and Chim are stabilizing his foot, and it hurts. Every slight movement sends a wave of pain up his entire leg. 

He watches Bobby and Buck enter the building, and doesn’t look away until they’re back, the house behind them smoking but no longer aflame. 

By the time Bobby and Buck return to them, Hen and Chim have gotten Eddie onto a backboard, prepped for transport in the ambulance they had not expected to be making use of on this particular call. 

They get situated in the ambulance, and Eddie reluctantly allows Chim to give him a small amount of morphine. Every second that goes by makes his foot hurt worse. He can feel it throbbing in time with his heartbeat, which is already too fast. 

He wants the damn thing off of him, although he knows that they can’t remove it now without potentially causing more damage. But he can feel the teeth digging into his skin and it’s awful and he wants them out. 

Chim notices his discomfort, places a hand on his shoulder. 

“We’ll get this thing off you in no time,” he says. “How you holding up?”

Eddie shrugs. “Been better, been worse,” he replies, trying to keep his voice even. Fuck, this hurts. 

“It’s only a few more minutes. Sure I can’t talk you into a little more of the good stuff? It’ll help, you know. There’s no point in making yourself suffer. It’s only us here.”

“Fine,” Eddie relents, because it does really hurt, “but only a little.” 

Chim pumps his fist like he’s just won a prize, and injects a small amount more of morphine into Eddie’s IV bag. 

It helps, of course. The pain recedes in his mind, just a little bit, but enough to make a difference. 

“What did I tell you?” Chim asks. “We carry this stuff for a reason.”

Eddie raises his hand in mock surrender. Chimney has a point, though Eddie isn’t sure that he wants to admit it. But what’s the point in suffering needlessly? In not accepting something that can ease the pain? 

“Maybe you’re right,” he admits. 

Maybe there is nothing to be lost from accepting help. Maybe there is nothing to be lost from admitting to pain. 

Maybe. 

thanks for reading! hope you liked it, love youuuu <3

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #animal trap #911 #fic #eddie diaz #bear trap #medical #my writing #i say things #no good way to tag this i think... #love weird injuries for the pain hate them for organizational purposes

[satashiiwrites]

Snippet Sunday

I really should be working on my wip big bang fic…. Should being the key word there. Instead working on my vegas AU.

Tagging @tkwritesdumbassassins @whimsyswastry @missanniewhimsy @outtoshatter @quietborderline @monsterrae1 @alyxmastershipper @megasaurus-regina @westernlarch @rosieposiepuddingnpie with no obligations, this is just for fun.

Banner by radio chatter.

Title: An All Time High

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Buddie

Fic summary:

After being struck by lightning on the job, Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley takes his newly acquired math skills to Vegas for the weekend.  He’s also in search of the meaning of why he survived given that all his lovers leave him sooner or later and his found family is all happily settled down but he isn’t. 

He’s not running away to Vegas, but it might look that way from the outside. 

Las Vegas, Nevada is where Eddie Diaz has been spinning his wheels for the last few years after his discharge from the Army.  He’s finally in a bit of a good spot emotionally but is starting to feel at loose ends as his son starts wanting more independence.  

A different first meeting under alternative circumstances. 

Tags/warnings: AU, alternative first meeting, set after lightning strike in season 6, buck’s math powers in vegas (because what could go wrong, right?), casinomogul!Eddie, first time, eddie takes care of buck, buck doesn’t tell eddie he goes by buck because he may be running away from his life in LA

“Yes,” Evan says, licking his lips and swaying closer.  “Where to?”

“Not far,” Eddie assures him, reluctantly stepping back but capturing Evan’s hand to lead him. “This way.”

Evan gives him an amused look when he leads him to the VIP elevator. “You live in your casino?”

“Makes for a short commute,” Eddie admits.  It also means that if needed he’s available for emergencies and has a list of people who can watch Christopher for short times if need be but Evan doesn’t need to know that.  

The elevator is private, going only to three suites of which Eddie’s and Christopher’s apartment is the smallest. Waving his key card against the card reader, the elevator smoothly takes off while he presses Evan into the upholstered wall.  He’s waited patiently to see what Evan’s lips taste like and he’s not going to wait any longer now that they’re not in public. 

Evan’s lips are soft for a man and they part eagerly with a small moan, his height turning Eddie on as he doesn’t have to lean down to capture them.  The first touch is hesitant, a tasting, then again more confident as they figure out how to slot into one another.  It’s wet and heated in the best of ways, exploring one another.  

Then Evan slips his tongue into Eddie’s mouth and he can’t help but retaliate.  His fingers slip south, exploring the smooth cloth of the suit to feel the muscles underneath and tug the shirt tails loose so he can find the hot skin underneath. Evan has defined abs that he can’t wait to trace with his tongue and Eddie’s thumbs fit nicely into the groove of a hip, fingers wrapping around both flanks. 

For such a big man, Evan has a tiny, nipped in waist. There’s a growing bulge stretching the fine weave of fabric over the fly that is almost obscene and Eddie wants to nibble at it until Evan is desperate then slowly pull the zipper down to reveal the prize hidden underneath.  Distracted by thoughts of sucking Evan and the noises he’d make while their tongues map each other’s mouths, Eddie’s hands discover more fodder for later as Evan’s belt gives way. A pair of firm, round ass cheeks being enough to grasp in his palm and squeeze makes Evan buck against him, breaking the kiss to give a desperate whine. 

They haven’t even made it out of the elevator yet and Eddie is seconds away from going to his knees and blowing Evan when he remembers what he promised.  It takes every ounce of restraint he has to move his hands back to Evan’s waist and release the handful he’d had. 

The list of things he wants to do to Evan is growing.  

Tinkling chimes announce that they’ve reached their destination and the doors open into the small entry hall, the light catching Evan to show Eddie what he’s done.  Evan’s lips are swollen and pink, parted as he catches his breath while sky blue eyes are hungrily locked on Eddie’s. 

Removing his hands from Evan’s waist, Eddie grasps the lapels of his suit jacket to tug him along, walking backwards. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Evan snorts, a smile crossing his handsome face as he rolls his eyes.  “Humble.  Right.”

“Want a tour?”

“I want to know the quickest way to your bedroom.”

#An all time high #Buddie #snippet sunday #911 #alternative first meetings #alternative universe #buddie vegas au #Buck’s math powers

[tcmmykinard]

I’ve been following you for literal months and I’ve never even seen a single episode of 911. The only things I know about the show I learnt on tumblr but I love your blog and your edits and everything you put out even if I have zero context for it!! And I just wanted to say I’m so sorry about what you’re going through atm with that other admin and that I’m so proud of you for making a stand. You have so many people’s support (even outside of the fandom lol soz). I hope you have a nice day and good luck bb xx

ok wait you should definitely watch 911 👀👀👀 sdlkj but okay seriously, though, thank you for this message dear! i'm trying really hard to take a stand after what feels like forever of just feeling like actual shit for being connected to her in the fandom and it's very anxiety inducing BUT on the upside, i have going to be two new source blogs that are entirely mine and i'm very excited to move on from it all!!

i hope you have a nice day/night too!! ❤❤❤

#anonymous #asks

[outrunningthedark]

I’m very much with you on the writer thing, especially with FOMO & Nicole and am actually a bit surprised at the current backlash (though maybe I shouldn’t be). I guess I somehow missed all this negative energy when FOMO first aired but from the reaction I saw I thought it was one of the better received episodes of the season.

It gave us some lovely Eddie & May bonding that showed just how well he was taking to therapy, the mother & her daughters which felt like a classic 911 heartbreaking emergency, and a lovely Henren story that felt a bit more pleasantly lighthearted than most previous Henren focused stories.

Like yeah I thought the Lucy stuff was cringey too but most of it was cut and what little was left is relatively easy to ignore or skip through. To me it felt like on of the closest episodes to pre-s5 911 than what we’d gotten in while. And if this mid-season finale if Hen focused, her previous writing has me feeling kinda good about what we could get for Hen.

And if people are that worried about Buddie, I don’t think we’ve seen enough of her writing on the show to know if her being on this episode means we’re not anything with them or that it will be written badly?

Hiiii, nonnie and thank you for stopping by! "Actually a bit surprised at the current backlash (though maybe I shouldn’t be)." Right there with you. Writers don't make the final call on anything even if they have a producer or executive producer label in front of their name (KR was already co-shunner in s4 and Tim rejected parts of her original script, ffs), so idk where fandom has gotten this idea that Nicole has the power to dictate when L comes back. 🤨 KR (and Tim, who should still be observing from a distance) would be the one to decide if/when it's time to reintegrate the character, and the writer of the week would then have to include her in the episode. And the people talking about her being "obsessed" with Lucy because she was...nice to AK? remind me of the reaction to Tim saying he wanted to "explore the reporter angle" in s5, but it turns out the main motivation for asking MW back - and putting her on screen more than intended for the first half - came down to scheduling/cast issues! Nicole may have liked Lucy as member of the 118, but KR is the one who wanted Lucy to get some decent screen time in FOMO...and then changed her mind while going through the editing process. As for the "we're not getting Buddie :(" whining going on... 1) There's been *some* Buck and Eddie every midseason finale [2x10, 3x10, 4x08, 5x10], so even though Nicole tries to use men as secondary characters for a woman's story...we could be surprised. I don't anticipate "crumbs" or anything, though. It's still only gonna be episode nine of eighteen. 2) Tied in with the above - it's only episode nine!!! There's a whole other half season to give us Buddie content. Right now is about Hen making the decision between doctor and paramedic and Buck dealing with the aftermath of agreeing to be a sperm donor, which looks like it could be finished before 6x09. Three and a half seasons (the amount of time Buddie has been a strong possibility - I’m not counting s2) is not as long of a wait as people are making it out to be, and I think they would be more "forgiving" if Buddie were treated like a het couple ie obvious jealousy or outsiders questioning their feelings for each other, but again...We're not watching a het couple. We're not even watching two canonically queer characters. Where's the blueprint? How are they "supposed to be" handling this? How do you know the show is doing it wrong? ("Taking too long" is not a good enough reason, fyi.)

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #buddie

[remythologise]

the obvious solution to your rewatch dilemma is some poor kind brave soul making a hilson cut (like the destiel 8hr cut but longer)

controversially I think the destiel cut is VERY useful for fanvidders but ultimately would recommend people watch supernatural in full* watching the hilson/destiel scenes alone SORT OF feels like cheating… you literally have to experience the epic highs and epic lows of mid 2000s television… the sheer stockholm syndrome inducing length of time you spend with these characters is what gives you those emotional bonds!

but yes perhaps that’s the most time efficient way of rewatching, as sadie suggested in a comment I NOW CAN’T FIND, AND THUS SUSPECT SHE DELETED IN ORDER TO SEND THIS SENTIMENT ON ANON IN ORDER TO SPUR SOMEONE SOMEWHERE TO MAKE THE HILSON CUT, it should include some of the Epic Highs of mid-2000s shenanigan scenes outside hilson as well. *though somewhat hypocritically I will admit to fully watching the buddie scenes alone from 911** to catch up on whatever was going on there quickly and painlessly (at this moment in the show, absolutely nothing, and I don’t regret the decision to cut down my context viewing there one iota. that was more an academic study than a full-tilt fandom experience, because I did want to see what my friends were into and what the equivalent of mid-2000s bait looked like in the modern era.) so the ‘ship abridged cut’ does certainly work for first-timers in some cases.

**911 is a much much worse show than supernatural or house m.d. though, or at least I think it is. sorry firefighters

#sorry for rambling I’ve had three hours sleep followed by a ten hour work shift. :/ #this ask is how I found out house was the most watched television show of 2008. #kira for ts #ask #anonymous

[tarlos-spain]

Sicktember Day 2

Sicktember Day 2: Homesick

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Title: Welcome home

Pairing: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Summary:

When the children woke up and found their father, it was hard to stop them from breaking more ribs or throwing him to the ground.

Carlos couldn't get them off him and didn't try to all morning. He wanted to hug them, kiss them, play with them and just feel them close as long as possible.

The three of them wanted to take a nap after lunch and Carlos barely had time to tell them the story of what he had done that month as if it were a good fable; in a little more than five minutes, Carlos was asleep.

He was awakened by voices coming from downstairs. TK had let him sleep and he was feeling much better now.

Once he got downstairs, he found there all the people he had missed at some point during that month; his parents, Owen, all 126 of them, Grace, the twins and Charlie who rushed up to hug Uncle Carlos but being very careful not to hurt him.

It was late and the children had been asleep for quite some time. The twins had fallen asleep on the sofa, but Tomi was determined to finish watching Encanto for the umpteenth time, hugging his father and singing the songs softly so as not to wake his sisters.

Those nights were good for TK, enough to keep him from thinking all the time about how far away his husband had been for the past month.

"It'll be a few days," Carlos had told her. "I have to do this, Ty, for the kids, because they might be next for this damn child trafficking and drugs and..."

"I know, worst of all, I know and I'm so proud of you, but I'd do whatever it took to keep you from leaving and let someone else be the one to do this damn undercover mission."

Now that he was alone, like every day he had no work shift and there was no way to empty his mind, TK looked at the phone, for the umpteenth time and as usual there were no messages.

A month without messages, without photos, without hearing Carlos' voice. A month, imagining all the horrible things that could have happened to Carlos. He could be dead and no one would tell him.

And then the phone vibed.

"Look outside.”

The text arrived from a misterious number so Tk's worried. What if Carlos was in trouble and they found out where his family where. But he went and looks

Carlos was standing in the yard he had a bouquet of roses in hand.

Little did TK care about the roses. He ran out, the door slamming against the wall, perhaps waking the children... but he was in shock.

He ran without thinking, his eyes glued to his husband for fear that if he simply blinked, Carlos would disappear. He was also shaking all over, his heart ached from how much he had needed this moment.

"Car... Babe?” When he has it in front of him he sees the black eye and the hand with the cast. “Oh... my... god. Carlos? What... you're hurt!"

TK pulls him into a hug and his husband protested.

"Ow. Ow. Ow... ribs” "Oh, god. Sorry. Come inside." TK took him by the good hand to make him go inside... it was definitely a bad idea, but Carlos stayed where he was, pulled TK and leaned on his shoulder for balance. "But... what happened?" "House... first...please. I feel like I might faint." "Yes sure... we should take you to the hospital." "Babe, breathe.” Carlos said and showed him again the cast around his hand and wrist. “Already released. Give painkillers and told to rest." “Is it broken? "Tee, been to the hospital, I’ve been for a few hour. Bruised ribs, black eye no nasal or ocular fracture, worst part is a broken wrist." "You should have called." TK said.

He tried to sound pissed off. He was really pissed off but he was also worried for his husband, still freaked out but so happy to have him in his arms that he could only cry.

Just as TK closed the door of the house, he went to his husband and began to remove Carlos' clothes. They smelled bad, of sweat, blood and smoke to so many things that it made TK nauseous, but he couldn't care less.

The shirt was covered in blood stains here and there, more or less dried and he was afraid to ask if it was all Carlos' or if it was someone else's that Carlos had had to hurt or worse.

He took it off too and slid his hands down Carlos' chest past all the bruises.

"This is really hot Tee. But can we go to the bedroom?" "Babe, I wasn’t thinking about sex. You have broken bones and have been… You have to tell me what happened."

Carlos shut him up with a kiss that almost makes TK fell.

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#sicktember 2022 #tarlos #lonestar #911 #9 1 1 lone star #9-1-1 lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #Sick Carlos #Homesick #hurt/comfort

[ramblingdisaster73]

Thoughts while rewatching 4x01 - 4x04 -

Episode 4x03 - this does include thoughts that span the whole arc - so spoilers ahead.

I won’t believe O’Brien is a good guy until the end of this never-ending Owen storyline

I still feel like there is something weird with him

Also – Judd got a “cool new nick name” before Owen did – unless you count O’Brien calling him “O”

Not a fan of the detective – that feeling dramatically increases as the arc continues

Let’s just blame the mental illness for why the woman disappeared WHILE WORKING – gee, I wonder why her purse & shit were in the car.

The more the detective talks – the more I can’t stand her

But, I do have to credit this fictitious APD – both detectives in Missing persons are women & not just that, but women of color – working in a field where people that look like them are often overlooked.

Carlos, I am sorry – but you are the cause of TK going to see Iris – you are the one that put yourself & TK on an impossible time frame – then you just expect him to sit back and roll over – fuck that. Just the only way they had to blame TK for something – while completely absolving Carlos of responsibility in the situation – when the reason they are in this is HIM, not TK.

Fans would be bending over backward and celebrating if this storyline were about TK being secretly married – saying how much he never deserved Carlos, that Carlos was too good for him, they would never forgive a lie like that. BUT, when it is Carlos – its all cool and totally TK’s fault.

The cliff rescue was hilarious & tragic

– the way Carlos (& the fandom) treats TK is the tragic part – once again if the roles were reversed people would be coming for TK’s head, but since it is Carlos being a dick, its all cool and totally TK’s fault.

The hilarious was obviously Nancy’s valiant effort to save the sex doll, Judd’s “It’s serious then” said so matter-of-factly, and Mateo’s “It’s time.” – the 126 scenes are so fun, or at least fun to see.

Every time the Owen storyline progresses – he looks more stupid –

I like how calm Grace is on calls, but how much she actually thinks outside of the box to help people

I have met 911 dispatchers that she reminds me of, and I respect them so much for the challenges they deal with in each call – the times that they aren’t able to help their caller, can only be with them through the phone in their final moments.

I like how they show the way that Iris made moves to save herself – calling even though she was terrified, Counting the minutes as they passed – then being able to give that info to the dispatchers – she was a big part in saving herself.

Let’s just assume the lady that has schizophrenia was in her own delusions about being kidnapped – lets not do any forensic investigation – lets not listen to the victim, simply because she has an illness that causes paranoid delusions – like at least fucking look into it.

Fuck this detective – like all the fucking way

Owen, just going around taking evidence from the FBI, handing it over to his new bff. – fucking moron

I get that his heart is in the right place – but, seriously does this man only operate on a quarter of a braincell?

Lyndsy & Rafa are spectacular in the hospital scenes

Iris is clear in her information, just tells Carlos and the Detective what she went through – only one of them believes her – then hopefully never to be seen again after 4x04 detective makes Carlos doubt Iris, not for long, but I think that leads to his NEED to solve whether or not this was real, needs to show Iris that he believes her.

When she said that he looked at her like a painting – still gives me chills – I have felt that look before, it is fucking creepy as shit.

The roadhouse scene – I mean watching Owen lose at something & lose a bunch of money was nice

That dude has an insanely high alcohol tolerance

That dude is also incredibly dumb. But “Todays a day of the week” was a funny line – especially with the delivery.

Owen “Crackshot” Strand – guess he had to give himself a cool new nickname

I wish we had gotten to see the whole TK & Tommy scene

Their shifts are so confusing – they work 24-hour shifts, but are frequently at home or somewhere other than the firehouse when they should be at work. I guess it is safe for me to just make up the head cannon that they only work 12-hour shifts – the time is just whatever is convenient for the plot.

I don’t like that woman either, Iris. Pretty sure not too many people do at this point.

Carlos looks so sad when he tells her that the phone didn’t have anything & then he asked her if it could be her delusions.

Her doubting herself is so awful, but so well played

Her telling him that she could still smell him, that he had the scent of a floral detergent, was something I felt.

I love the way she explains how only one little crack of doubt can make it all spiral – the beauty of this scene will always astound me

12345 – Seriously?

Then to use the same one another lock – that just screams of set up or that the members are to dumb to remember 5 non-concurrent numbers.

I do kinda like Turner’s belt buckle though

Still doesn’t make sense on how they knew to move all that shit so quickly if O’Brien didn’t give them the info – the other dude was passed the fuck out

Owen and his movie hero training – Stakeout knowledge was from a movie – Spy/Parking garage knowledge was from a movie

I understand the FBI agent’s frustration at Owen’s completely moronic actions – he is making dumb fucking decisions – yet they keep using him – I guess that is their own fault when he fucks it up for them

Still that small gap between TK’s “I love you” & Carlos’ “love you too” was so sad, even though we know he says it.

Dumb cop move 1: lie to your fiancé about where you are staying before going to the house your wife was held in

Dumb cop move 2: go in the house at night without telling anyone where you really were

Dumb cop move 3: going into the tunnel & continuing down it – without calling for backup/letting anyone know where he is

Dumb cop move 4: go through the floor at the end of the tunnel without calling for backup/letting anyone know where he was.

And the shovel – she had a good amount of force to her swing.

#911 lone star spoilers #911 lone star season 4 #my thoughts

[aromanticbuck]

I just cheered at your response to your latest ask. I've only been in the 911 fandom since start of S7 but I am really struggling with so many people making Buck's Bi storyline about Eddie. People watch an entire episode through their shipping lenses and it's become so frustrating because this is about BUCK being queer and having positive experiences with men/Tommy. I simply don't read into every buck/eddie interaction the way everyone else seems to because if you step away - it's often not that deep. I think the shippers need to realise that a general viewer of the show and the way the script is at the moment - buddie romantically is not there. Maybe it will be at some point which would be great but my god - let Buck experience this without people constantly making it all about Eddie.

I've written so many posts about it at this point that I've lost count but yes. Exactly.

This is a storyline about Buck realizing his sexuality. Realistically, BuckTommy isn't going to be endgame. Statistically, that's just not going to happen - but they're really cute and I want them to be together for a little while. I love their relationship and how healthy it is. There's communication, and growth, and a sexuality realization arc, and that's so rare to see on TV anymore. I'm so used to my favorite (queer) ships either not being canon or being put through so much drama for the sake of drama that I wish they weren't canon (I think the only exception I can think of here is HenRen), and it's especially rare to see a bisexuality arc treated with so much care and love without it being a stepping-stone to being gay (Netflix you know what you did).

I wish the storyline was treated as well by the fandom as it is by the cast and the writers. Lou and Oliver are doing a fantastic job, and I hope they get to keep doing this job, because I love seeing BuckTommy on my screen. I think they have really good chemistry!

But I know that, realistically, the fandom is just going to keep being Like This. I've been in big fandoms before, and the most popular ships do have a lot of chill fans (I like to think I'm part of that group, but I haven't seen me from the outside, so I'm not a reliable source there), but the ones that are like this - making everything about their ship even when a scene has nothing to do with it, and sometimes nothing to do with either character - are just so loud that they drown everyone else out.

And it sucks, but that's why we curate our own experiences online to the best of our ability. I'm going to try to keep having fun (and write more Kinkley fic when I have time this weekend) and do my best to ignore the loud fans during the hiatus. Hopefully things will quiet down while we're between episodes, or at least the block button will be easier to use (thank goodness for KXit so I can block specific posts, or else I would lose my mind)

And, if you ever need to vent about something, believe me, I will understand. Feel free to message me - either through anon again here in my ask box, or if you want to privately communicate - and I'll commiserate with you happily. 💜

#answered #anon #anonymouse #alex says things #fandoms are big and loud and i am tired

[philcoulson-redtapeninja]

Getting to know me tag game

Tag game rules: Start a new post and tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: @peyton-warren

Last song: Phantom Racer by TWRP

Currently watching: Mission Impossible(1966), The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes(1984), and 911:Lonestar

3 ships: IcemanxMaverick(Top Gun)

IllyaxNapoleon(The Man From U.N.C.L.E)

and Joan Waston and Sherlock Holmes QPP(Elementary, or basically any iteration of them)

favorite color: Periwinkle

first ship: dredging up things from the past, but I think Starfire and Robin from the older Teen Titans cartoon

relationship status: single

Last movie: I'm currently working on my Kovid Kilmer Kuest, so Top Gun

but outside of that Pride and Prejudice(1995)

Currently working on: I have about 3 fics I'm working on right now, 'How would the IMF handle counseling? What security protocols would they need?' The Fic, 'Simon Templar spends time fucking with the leverage team during his retirement. Deems them suitable replacements', and Season one Mission:Impossible(1966) Daemon!au because I miss them.

I also have a 5 podfics I want to be working on but I huave covid, "blue-black stains (and other ways to spell love) by liass21", "slow hand by popmart (tambsi)", "Quid Pro Quotidian by OrionLady", "To come to such a place as this by Liviapenn", and "Keeper of the Sphinx by Shades_of_Hecate"

I have a goal to podfic every fic, who's author wants one, in The Saint (1997) fandom tag on AO3. I'm 1/22 of the way done

feel free to participate if you'd like. Tagging @ruztyryan @calkale @thoughtless-gay-frog @spiciestmarinara @avianii @icemavslastbraincell @cha0screat0r @cosmicswindler @mthevlamister

#Mama's rambles #own post #get to know me #idk how to tag this #it was fun tho #I really need a tag for stuff I write

[set-phasers-to-whump]

a light at the end of the tunnel

prompt: comfort

whumpee: eddie diaz

fandom: 911

hi here's my 31st and final fic this month!!! how the time flies...anyway this fic is set current times-ish (though full disclosure i am behind by two episodes) and is pre-buddie. hope you like it!

It has been a hellishly long week. It’s the tail end of it now, a rainy, windy Saturday evening. Eddie is lying atop his bed fully clothed with his eyes screwed shut, trying to force himself to fall asleep. 

It’s not working. He feels like there’s electricity buzzing under his skin, like he can’t quite breathe properly, like there’s a weight sitting on top of his chest. 

It’s too much. This week has been too much and the silence of his empty house is too much and he never should have agreed to let Chris go on that overnight trip to the aquarium because if he hadn’t then his son would be here and Eddie would be able to exist. 

But he’s alone. The rain drums on the roof and the wind whistles at the window. He gives up on keeping his eyes closed and stares up at the dark ceiling. 

He wants…he wants something. He doesn’t know what it is. It isn’t this, though. This crushing weight on top of him and the low-level anxiety rippling through his body. 

His phone rings. The sound startles him, momentarily distracts him from himself. 

It’s Buck. He picks up, squinting at the bright light of the screen. 

“Yeah?” He’s surprised by how normal his own voice sounds. 

“Hey, Eddie. Do you wanna come over and, uh, watch a movie or something? I know Chris is at the aquarium and we’re off tomorrow and I’m so bored and I was wondering if you were bored too -”

“Yeah, I’ll be there soon.”

“Great, yeah, okay. See you soon.”

Eddie stares down at his phone for a few seconds. It’s earlier than he’d thought - not even 8:00. The thought of dragging himself up and driving to Buck’s is unpleasant, but the thought of being at Buck’s, of not being alone, of having someone to distract him from everything, is wonderful. 

And so he gets up. He’s still dressed, so at least he doesn’t have to bother with that. He scrubs a hand over his eyes as though he’d actually done any sleeping and then grabs his keys and heads outside. 

He jogs through the rain to his truck. The chilly air fills his lungs and makes them burn, but it’s pleasant, sort of grounding. He breathes in deeply, inhaling the scent of the rain, then climbs into the driver’s seat and sets off. 

It’s not until he’s knocking at Buck’s door that he wonders whether he should have brought something. But it’s too late to do anything about that now. 

Buck opens the door and raises his eyebrows. “What, did you lose your key?”

Eddie blinks. His key to Buck’s apartment is in his pocket. He knows he has it. He has no idea why he’d decided to knock. 

He shrugs and follows Buck inside. Now that he’s here, he’s all of a sudden not certain that being here is the best idea. He feels…on edge. Like one tiny thing might cause him to explode, to collapse. 

“Come on,” Buck says. “I’ve got pizza. It’s a little bit cold, but…”

“I’m not really hungry,” Eddie replies. He tries to smile, to wave it off. He can feel himself failing.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

He can’t not say yes. He figures it’s probably hardwired into his brain. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

“Oh,” says Buck. “We don’t…we don’t have to watch a movie, then.”

But if they don’t watch a movie then there’s no reason for Eddie to be here. And he doesn’t want to go home. Even though he does feel weird, like he isn’t sure that being here is smart when he feels like something in him might crack, he can’t imagine leaving. 

“No, no, I’ll be okay. I’ll try not to fall asleep on you.”

Buck shrugs. “If you’re sure. You want anything to drink?”

Eddie shakes his head. All he really wants to do is sit down. 

He gets his wish. They sit on Buck’s new couch, which isn’t actually new. It’s secondhand and well-worn. Eddie sinks into it so deeply that he wonders whether he’s going to simply fall through the bottom. 

“Any preference?”

Eddie stares at the TV without actually seeing anything. “Up to you.”

Buck deliberates silently but intensely for several minutes. Eddie watches him. And then catches himself watching, and stops. 

Buck settles on a movie Eddie’s never seen, some old detective film shot in black and white. Eddie stares at the opening credits until his eyes start to water. God, he’s tired. 

He’s not sure how long they’ve been watching the movie - or rather, how long Buck’s been watching and Eddie’s been staring - when Buck gently taps him on the shoulder. 

“Eddie.”

“Hm?” He shakes his head slightly, turns to look at Buck. 

“You sure you’re alright? You seem…I dunno. Off.”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s nothing.” His chest feels tight again. Maybe he should just leave. It’s the last thing in the world he truly wants, but. He’s put himself upon Buck too many times before. 

And by this point he knows Buck doesn’t mind, doesn’t think any less of him for breaking, for being unable to hold himself together. But he can’t entirely force himself to believe that. It’s complicated. 

“It’s not nothing to me. If something’s wrong. That’s not nothing, Eddie.”

He shrugs again. Part of him is screaming to just talk, to tell Buck his stupid problems and be comforted about them. Another part is screaming, just as loudly, that he can’t do this, isn’t allowed, shouldn’t want to. 

“Eddie, please.”

He takes a breath that kind of shudders on the inhale. “It’s not even…there’s nothing really wrong. It’s just. I don’t know, everything? Not everything. It’s this week. I don’t…a lot of bad calls, Chris was angry at me, weird conversation with my mom, I don’t know. I don’t know why it’s like this.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Buck says. He’s moved closer to Eddie at some point. Their legs are touching now. Buck’s hand is on his shoulder. “Sometimes it’s just like that, you know? Too much happening all at once.”

“But it shouldn’t - I shouldn’t -”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Eds. That stuff doesn’t matter. It’s okay to just…to just be overwhelmed sometimes.”

Eddie doesn’t know if he can make himself believe that. But Buck sounds so sincere and he wants to believe it, he thinks. He wants…

He wants a fucking hug. Which is the most embarrassing thing in the world to realize, to admit to himself. He feels his face heat slightly just from the thought. He wants to just be held for a little while and forget about everything else. 

But he can’t have this, because he’s incapable of asking and it’s not like Buck can read his mind. 

“You still with me?” Buck asks. His hand is still on Eddie’s shoulder, squeezing gently. This is good enough, Eddie supposes. The pressure of Buck’s leg against his and that point of contact, warm and sturdy, on his shoulder. It has to be enough. 

Eddie nods a slightly belated response to Buck’s question. 

“Is there anything I can do? I mean, I know you said you didn’t want anything to drink but I can make coffee, or tea, or something, or…”

Eddie shakes his head. He closes his eyes. Despite his best efforts otherwise he can feel a pressure in his head, feel the prickling sensation of tears. He’s going to cry over, what, having a rough week? No. Absolutely not. 

“Hey,” Buck says. Eddie carefully opens his eyes, looks over again. Buck is looking back at him and he looks so fucking open and concerned and all Eddie can think is how easy it would be to just lean in a little, to rest his head against Buck’s collarbone but he can’t, isn’t supposed to, shouldn’t want to. 

And then Buck is leaning forward and Buck is slowly wrapping arms around him and it’s clear he’s just waiting for Eddie to pull away but Eddie absolutely is not going to do that. 

After a beat Buck apparently realizes this, too, and then he’s putting a hand on the back of Eddie’s head and running fingers through his hair and Eddie finally does rest his head against Buck’s collarbone. 

He can hear Buck’s heartbeat like this, steady and even. Almost immediately the anxiety buzzing beneath his skin goes quiet. There’s still a sort of pressure in his chest but he takes a few deep breaths, inhaling the familiar smell of Buck, and it feels like the weight pushing down on him has lessened. 

They stay like this for quite a while, Eddie leaning on Buck and breathing deeply and feeling the tension and stress fade away. Buck, for his part, just holds on, lets Eddie lean on him. His fingers are still in Eddie’s hair and it’s one of the nicest things Eddie has ever felt in his life. 

He thinks he’d probably be willing to stay in this position forever, but now that all of the overwhelming sensations have abated, Eddie’s well and truly exhausted. He can’t stop himself from yawning against Buck’s shoulder. 

“You tired?” Buck asks. 

Eddie sort of nods. He is tired, but he really doesn’t want to move. 

“Do you want the bed? I know the couch isn’t the best, so -”

Eddie cuts Buck off with a shake of the head. “Couch is good.”

“Do you…uh, do you want me to stay?”

He does. It takes him several long seconds to work himself up to nod. It feels like admitting something terrible at the same time as it feels like getting something he’s wanted for a very long time. 

They do some readjusting - or, mostly, Buck does some readjusting. Eddie is too tired to do much work. 

He ends up lying across the couch with his head pillowed on Buck’s legs. Buck’s fingers are once again carding through his hair. It still feels like the nicest thing in the world. Eddie feels…content, for the first time in what feels like ages. 

He is finally able to fall asleep.

thanks for reading! that's a wrap on whumptober 2022 and with that i am a completionist for four years running! it's been a slightly crazy month but i've had a great time and i hope you've enjoyed whichever fics you've read!!!! love you all sm <3

#whumptober2022 #no.31 #comfort #911 #fic #eddie diaz #emotional whump #held #i say things #my writing #anyway. tomorrow is my 20th birthday. fucked up. #i am about to be In My Twenties. a twentysomething. insane. #feels illegal for me to be getting so old what the hell!! #but also. happy halloween! hope people had a great day :) i've seen some truly fantastic costumes on campus today which was great #but yeah. fourth year babey! wild how much has changed. #ok gonna go now. have a great rest of your halloween everyone!

[x-childish-x]

can we have a sub!anakin smut please

Dry Distractions

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: NSFW, smut, sub!anakin, dry humping,

Word Count: 911

A/N: Of course you can, love! Okay I totally took this in a much softer way than a sub/dom relationship, I hope that's okay. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed/are enjoying your holidays! I hope you enjoy this and that it's what you wanted. I really appreciate all the love and support. You all mean so much to me. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged.

Summary: Anakin has had a rough day at work and it's up to you to help cheer him up.

(gif not mine!)

It had been almost two hours since Anakin had stormed into your shared apartment and locked himself in your room. You had tried to join him, figure out exactly what was wrong and how to help, but he'd locked the door and shouted for you to leave. So you obliged, not wanting to upset Anakin further, and had continued writing up all your mission reports while you waited for him to come out.

And now, you stood outside the door, debating whether or not you should knock. However, it was almost as if Anakin could sense you and your inner turmoil. The door opened slowly, and you found Anakin sitting on your shared bed, a pout on his beautiful face. Without wasting another second, you crawled onto your bed and sat beside Anakin.

"Ani?" You spoke softly, your hand coming up to cup his cheek gently, "What's wrong, baby?"

"The stupid Jedi order," Anakin grumbled, leaning into your hand, "They still refuse to grant me the title of Master! I've proven myself! More than enough!"

"Oh Ani," You sighed, "Their opinions don't matter. We both know you're basically a Master, whether they grant you the title or not."

He huffs, and you can't help but smile at Anakin attempting to remain angry while you speak the truth. You lean forward to kiss his forehead, listening to him grunt unhappily as he mumbles about the 'stupid Jedi.' Pulling back, you run your hand through Anakin's hair, watching how his eyes fall closed without his control.

"How about I distract you?"

Anakin's eyes pop open the moment you straddle his waist. You begin to rock your hips against his growing boner. Your movements pull a groan from Anakin's lips as his hands grip your waist, allowing you to grind on him as you go. Anakin's mind is nothing but putty as you move against his length. He's struggling to form proper sentences in his mind, and all he can think is that he is yours and only yours.

"How's this feel, baby?" You breathily ask Anakin, "Your dick is so big Ani, have I told you that lately."

All Anakin can respond with is a raspy, "Oh fuck," as his grip on your waist gets even tighter. The thought of his hands being bruised into your skin like many times before has a soft moan tumbling from your lips as you continue your sweet rhythm. You know that Anakin struggles to submit, and often he prefers to be the only one in control, but the sight of his head tossed back into the pillows allows you to know that you're in total control.

"You're so hard, baby," You leaned slightly forward, allowing your clit some pressure as you rub against him, "Is this all for me?"

"Mmhmm."

Anakin's words have left him entirely, and all he can do is whine for you. He knows deep down that typically he'd barely allow you any control, but never enough to get him whining like this for you. Yet despite all of his knowledge, Anakin finds himself wishing for this to occur more often. That the sight of you on top of him like this is incredibly sexy, and he can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if you were naked.

You are finding yourself lost within all the power Ani has given you. He's allowed you to ride before, but he's never allowed you to have complete control over the situation, and you're thrilled that he is. The sight of Anakin underneath, fully submitting to you, has you turned on just as much as when Anakin's forcing you to submit while fucking you into oblivion.

And as much as you would love to tear off each other's clothes and allow his length entrance into your sweet pussy, part of you has become attached to the idea of getting him off like this. Fully clothed, just rubbing against one another as your needy sounds mix in the air.

Anakin's hands drop from your waist to your ass. You moan loudly as he squeezes two large handfuls yet makes no move to guide or control you. For once, Anakin is entirely submitting to you. You continue grinding against Anakin's boner as he throws his head back in pure ecstasy, your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Anakin whines, "I think... oh fuck... I'm gonna..."

You nod your head, unable to form words yourself as your orgasm slams into you. Anakin's own orgasm hits him just seconds after, loud moans tumbling from his lips as he soaks his underwear with his cum. Your pussy clenches violently as you leak onto his Jedi robes, a soft smile coming to your lips as you look down at Ani.

His hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat, his cheeks entirely flushed from his orgasm. His eyes follow your every movement with a look of astonishment. He's entirely spent from his orgasm, and you never even allowed him inside you. The idea of allowing you complete control while you ride him almost terrifies him... almost.

"Wow," You pant, bracing yourself against his chest.

Anakin nods, his mind still a messy scramble as he watches you, "Wow."

"We should do this more often," You flash a cheeky smile as you roll off of Ani to lay beside him.

Gently, Anakin pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head, "Definitely."

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