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Let's go for the number 217 and whichever sparks joy/feels right for the track between BuckTommy or BuddieTommy 💜
Good luck with the writing and I wish you, your kitty, and all who loved them peace
also tagging @buffaluff because they also requested 217 and BuddieTommy
to request, go to this post for the information
i'm not your princess, this ain't a fairy tale
BuddieTommy | 1,016 words | Teen
It wasn't that he didn't love Eddie and Tommy anymore, it was the complete opposite if he was being honest to himself. He loved them so much that it hurt, and it hurt even more when he realized just how much it was harming him to be a third member of a relationship.
OR: Buck leaves his relationship behind.
Ao3 Link: i'm not your princess, this ain't a fairy tale - brittwrites - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
OR read below the cut!
Eddie and Tommy were both gone on a shift, which left Buck at home all alone. He had seen them off that morning, giving them both a soft kiss before they each left in their respective vehicles. The moment the door closed behind them, Buck felt the breakdown beginning in his chest.
This was it. His last morning in the shared house they all were living in. After months of feeling like an outsider in the relationship, Buck was finally moving out and putting his own emotional well-being first.
It wasn't that he didn't love Eddie and Tommy anymore, it was the complete opposite if he was being honest to himself. He loved them so much that it hurt, and it hurt even more when he realized just how much it was harming him to be a third member of a relationship.
Buck had so little in common with Eddie and Tommy when it came to interests they could do together. Meanwhile, Eddie and Tommy had muay thai and basketball they could do together, not to mention flying to Las Vegas for fight nights when Tommy's buddy had extra tickets to give away.
Buck wasn't in to any of that. He never had been, he never would be. He only did it to make his boyfriends happy, even if he was miserable doing it.
It all came to an end now. He was leaving, going back out into the world on his own. Eddie and Tommy would be happy with one another and Buck would find someone else in life that he would fall in love with. Someone to fill the hole in his heart that would always be shaped like two specific firefighters and a boy he had watched grow up.
He moved quickly through the house, packing his clothes and shoes into the boxes he had stored in his truck until this moment. Between the boxes and the few suitcases he had brought with him when he moved in, he could pack his belongings with ease. Clothing, toiletries, books and kitchen utensils. Anything he had brought with him upon move in was tucked away into a box somewhere.
Any sort of picture of the three of them, Buck left where they were. He couldn't bring himself to take them with him, not with how much his heart was breaking already. Taking those memories with him would only cause everything to hurt even more. He could leave them behind, let Eddie and Tommy do whatever they wanted with them.
Buck just needed to take care of himself. He had to put his mental health first and embrace what he needed. That was a fresh start somewhere else. He would stay in Los Angeles, stay within the LAFD, but he wasn't staying in an area where he could risk seeing Eddie, Tommy, Chris or anyone who was affiliated with the 118.
Taking the risk while out on a call, where they couldn't stop him to talk about everything, was something Buck was willing to do. They couldn't bring things up when they were working, they had to keep to the job. Outside of work? Buck was going to keep to himself where he couldn't be found.
Once the boxes and suitcases were packed, Buck began to carry them all out to his truck. It was like playing a game of Tetris, but he managed to get everything packed into the backseat of the cab and the bed of the truck. The last thing he did in the house was to lay his note out on the kitchen table for Eddie and Tommy to find. It explained why he was leaving and that he didn't want to be found, that he needed time to find himself and to build himself as a person.
He had written it the night before, after Eddie and Tommy had gone to bed for the night. Sitting at the dining room table, just the moonlight streaming through the window, he managed to write the letter without smearing the ink on the paper. His face was a mess of tears, snot running down his face and mixing with the tears. Emotionally, he was a mess but he knew the letter needed written so he could leave it when he left.
Now, he was leaving. The letter was on the table and his house key sat next to it, weighing it down. It felt heavy as he laid it down, like it was burning his skin to touch it, knowing what was coming next. Placing it atop the letter, Buck took a deep breath and let it back out, slow and stuttery, showing just how little he was holding it together.
Closing his eyes, Buck nodded his head and swallowed down the rock in his throat. He passed down the hallway, glancing at all the photographs that lined the hallway with memories. It was like moving through molasses to get to the front door, but the moment his hand touched the handle, he snapped to reality and almost threw himself out onto the front porch.
He had to get away, before he changed his mind and unpacked everything from his truck.
This wasn't his fairytale anymore. It was too late for him to fix everything, he had to go.
He stopped on the front porch long enough to send in the transfer papers he had filled out and had been holding onto for a while now. Where the LAFD would send him would be unknown, but he knew he had to get out of the 118 and couldn't go to the 217 and Harbor Station.
He had to leave his friends and family behind.
Taking one last look at the house that held so many memories, Buck climbed into his truck and put it in reverse, heading toward his future. A future that hopefully held better memories than the ones he was leaving behind where he felt like he could have his own fairytale.
It was for the best, that's all he kept telling himself as he left the neighborhood for the last time.
9-1-1 | Favorite Shots | 5x04 "Home And Away" requested by @leothil
showing love to cinematography
This episode is a true heartbreaker. Not only do we have Chimney desperately trying to figure out what happened with Maddie, but also the big travesty surrounding Makayla & Cassie and their parents.
Let me know in the comments if you want a specific episode for me to choose my favorite shots from!
Every episode I'm in awe of what they come up with. Be it the camera angle, lighting, emotions of the actor, post production, etc. So I want to appreciate the art a little more with this. Sadly I can't do gifs, so these pictures will have to do
I've wanted to do this for a while now, will continue to do so from now on and will probably go back to previous episodes!
Now the surprise will no longer be spoiled: a neat little card for our resident clay slinger & Rush blogger @geddyqueer - who wanted more international post, and who am i to refuse?
And, sneakily, also an extremely belated entry for @bucktommyfluffebruary prompt: shared hobbies!
Buck, out-'n-proud bisexual who's living the party life, takes a bet how quickly he can seduce his new neighbor - Mormon missionary Tommy. Things get a little complicated from there.
Uncropped & movie yapping under cut:
Screencap redraw from Latter Days! They're throwing movie quotes at each other over laundry.
One of those movies I watched during my formative baby queer years - despite it not being especially relevant to my experiences - that will stay with me forever. It's not particularly good, and it has a budget smaller than my weekly groceries, but it has its heart completely in the right place. Also a bangin' soundtrack.
Crossover Appeal brainrot going strong (and so is my insomnia), here's a borealis album cover.
Cassette version & some meta under the cut!
Downfall Records is a real extreme metal record label from Gothenburg, I've borrowed them for the occasion.
Song titles except collapse aren't fic-canon, though I tried to stick to the theme and aesthetics. Given that the album deals heavily with Dag's loss, the idea was to chronicle a collapse and subsequent rebuilding, hopefully in a way that's clear even with just song titles.
Rotting wasp nest is based on yellowjackets nests, but also on the artwork of Pink Floyd's The Wall.
New Phorid logo designed especially to fit on the damn album art, if anyone wants to use it hit me up for a .png!
( @emphasisonthehomo thanks for the accidental 2-hour bug-themed wiki rabbithole. i learned many disgusting things)
