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✧ SANDRA OH Emmys 2022 Red Carpet Interview \ Variety (September 12, 2022)
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villenelle · 2 years
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jodie comer as villanelle killing eve s01e07
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herodiaz · 1 year
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You want to fix everything. Trust me, I know that feeling.
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clusterbuck · 1 year
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17 before they’re together I’ll throw up
17. fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF // i wrote this on a plane and only mostly remembered the prompt but it’s pretty much there yk
maddie and chimney get married on a sticky hot day in late july.
it requires considerable manoeuvring to find an available venue on a date where all of the 118’s A-shift can be spared to go to a wedding, and half the call centre too. several favours are called in, and more still promised, but it’s worth it for this: maddie, radiant as she walks down the makeshift aisle in her own backyard, jee-yun toddling along in front of her strewing flower petals from a wicker basket. chimney, standing under an arch wreathed with flowers and ivy, his eyes shining with tears at the sight of his soon-to-be wife and daughter.
buck stands across from chimney, ready to do his duty as maddie’s best man, and wonders if it’s possible to burst from secondhand joy. if it’s possible to feel so happy for someone else that your body can’t contain it, that it has to come spilling out somehow.
he turns to look out over the audience, their dearly beloved friends and family. everyone is watching maddie, the same shared joy on all their faces—
everyone except eddie, who’s looking back at buck.
buck catches eddie’s eye and eddie grins, a small, fleeting thing that’s meant for buck alone.
maddie reaches the end of the aisle, finally, and a stray tear slips down chimney’s cheek. they turn to face bobby, who gives them a warm smile before launching into his opening remarks.
the ceremony is short and to the point, but full of beauty all the same. maddie and chimney have written their own vows, and buck finds himself choked up, overwhelmed not only with happiness but with the relief of knowing that maddie gets to have this. that maddie gets a marriage that will be happy, and safe, and a husband who loves her more than she’d ever thought possible. a husband who will have her back through everything.
that maddie gets to be happy.
when the vows are official there is cheering, and then there is dinner, and dancing, and drinking. the evening goes by in a blur of glasses passed from hand to hand and songs that make buck beeline for the dance floor, grabbing the first available person to tug with him.
he dances with maddie, and with jee-yun balanced on top of his feet, and even convinces chimney for a song or two. he dances with hen, and with karen, and with hen and karen, and with just about everyone at the wedding, but somehow eddie never seems to be around for him to commandeer.
so buck does, in his slightly inebriated opinion, the only sensible thing, and goes to seek eddie out.
he finds him leaning against maddie and chimney’s back door, a few feet away from the rest of the celebrations, a wine glass held loosely in his hand. eddie looks up when buck’s footsteps approach, and the corner of his mouth curls into a hint of a smile.
“hey,” buck says, settling against the wall beside him. “hiding from something?”
eddie huffs. “not really,” he says, swishing the wine around in his glass but not taking a sip. “just taking a moment.”
“okay,” buck says. “how much more of a moment do you need?”
eddie raises his eyebrows, shooting him a sideways glance. “depends on what you’re about to say next.”
“you haven’t danced with me,” buck says. “i’ve danced with everyone else, but not you.”
eddie hums.
“you should come dance with me,” buck says, and tries not to let the words feel like anything more than they are.
eddie turns his head, still leaning against the wall. “i should?”
buck takes a step back towards the party and and holds out his hand. “yeah,” he says. “you should.”
eddie takes a moment to glance between buck’s face and his outstretched hand, but then his warm fingers slip into buck’s.
the music changes as they reach the dance floor, softening and slowing down. buck half expects—fears—that eddie will take a step back, that he’ll change his mind, but eddie just stands across from him and settles his hands on buck’s waist.
“i owe you a dance,” eddie says. “never specified what kind.”
buck puts his hands on eddie’s shoulders.
eddie wrinkles his nose. “this feels like a bad middle school dance,” he says, and for a moment buck thinks he’s going to step away again. but instead, eddie steps closer, and closer still, and buck’s arms go from chastely on his shoulders to wrapped around his neck.
“better,” eddie murmurs, from somewhere close to buck’s ear.
buck doesn’t know how long they stay there, swaying gently back and forth. his world narrows to the heat of eddie’s hands on the small of his back, the brush of eddie’s cheek against his, the warmth of eddie’s exhales by the back of his neck.
when they finally part, as if by some unspoken agreement, neither of them goes far. the space between them is measured in inches, or fractions of them, and eddie keeps his eyes fixed on buck’s, and buck thinks—
maybe.
eddie swallows, and buck thinks maybe he hasn’t been imagining the way eddie looks at him.
eddie lifts his hand, and buck holds his breath. he stays as still as possible, his eyes fixed on eddie’s hand, and he thinks maybe—
until eddie tugs at his collar, pulling his tie back into place.
“you were wonky,” eddie says.
“i—” buck starts, but he can’t seem to find any words to finish his sentence.
eddie just smiles. “ready to go home?”
“yeah,” buck breathes, and wonders if eddie means it the same way he does.
when eddie’s hand slips into his, buck thinks maybe he does.
soft prompts 💗
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evanzbuck · 2 years
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kitchenscene · 2 years
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they're the same picture
[image ID: three large gifs of hen and karen in 6x02 and three large gifs of buck and eddie in 5x13. Hen sits down and tells Karen, "I failed. I failed." Karen asks, "Failed at what?" Hen breaks down in tears and say, "Everything. Everything. I failed." / Eddie holds a baseball bat on the floor. He's sobbing. He says, "They're all dead." Buck asks, "who-who's all dead?" Eddie continues sobbing and says, "everybody that I saved. They're all dead." /end ID]
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reyescarlos · 2 years
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“so i guess maddie still sparks joy?” 
                                                “always”
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911relationships · 2 years
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Welcome to 911 relationships! This is a source blog for all 911 non-platonic relationships! This blog is your source for all of your favorite 911 ships! If you are wanting to become a member please apply here! 
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evanbvckley · 2 years
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SUMMARY: Eddie Diaz is dead. At least most people think he is, and it’s better that it stays that way. As Eddie Diaz died, Edward Herrera was born and flew to Lakeside, Montana, as far as possible from his old life, his friends, and family, in order to protect himself and everyone he knew. Right there, Philip and Margaret Buckley manage their ranch with the help of their son Evan Buckley, and they are the most influential family in town. In a town where everyone knows everyone, the new stranger surely doesn’t go unnoticed.  
FANDOM: 9-1-1 (TV).
CHAPTER: 17/20
RELATIONSHIPS: Evan Buckley / Eddie Diaz; Maddie Buckley / Howie Han; Henrietta Wilson / Karen Wilson.
WORDS: 8.6k.
Preview under the cut.
“Edmundo?” The shocked voice of her mother comes out feeble, out of shock, Eddie almost can’t hear it. He smiles softly, somehow afraid to come forward and re-meet his family who believed he was dead until a few seconds ago.
“Eddie?” His sister Adriana asks while the others can’t even speak.
“I’m sorry.” He tilts his head down a little, sighing. He always thought his family should have known about him not being actually dead, but Agent Sanchez convinced him that it was for the best to keep them unaware of all that situation. Now he’s here, alive, in front of them. “It’s a long story. Please, forgive me. That woman is an FBI agent. I’m a witness.” It does help the fact none of his family members seem able to speak, so he can continue. “They faked my death and sent me to another state under a false identity to keep me safe, and you didn’t know about this because it was the best way to keep all of you safe as well. I can’t say anything else about the situation, I’m… really sorry, about everything you’ve been through. Abuela, tía Pepa, please…”
“Don’t ever apologize for doing your job and keep yourself and us safe.” Helena Diaz finds the strength to speak and face the reality: her only son Eddie is alive and well, and he’s right in front of her. “The only thing that matters right now is that you’re alive, Eddie.” Adriana and Sophia rush to hug Eddie as well, and so do Josephina and Ramon. When they all step back, Eddie finds his grandma in front of her.
“Abuela…”
“Welcome back, Edmundo.” She smiles through the tears: her grandson is there with all of them, the Diaz family is reunited, and they didn’t lose him. She doesn’t care about what happened or what he has done to get himself involved with the FBI, Eddie’s there.
“Where did you go?” Sophia slaps his shoulder, still laughing and crying at the same time.
“Montana.”
“That must have been quite the cold place.”
“Not really.” Eddie smiles: Lakeside could’ve been a bad experience if it wasn’t for the warm welcome of one Evan Buckley, and the loving company of his family – except his parents – and all the other amazing people he got to know. It seems too soon to tell to his family he has a boyfriend now, especially because the 118 is about to get there and he has to surprise them as well.
“Is my team already here?” Agent Sanchez told him that the whole ceremony was an idea of his station and his family was so happy to contribute as they could and visit the commemoration. He doesn’t know much more about it.
“Not yet.” Ramon still hasn’t spoken since he saw Eddie walk through the entrance door, and now he can’t stop looking at his son. He hugs him again in disbelief, holding back the tears. “They’re coming soon anyway, we were told we had some time for ourselves to stay here. Do they know?” They were supposed to have a family moment remembering Eddie, they didn’t really expect to have him walk through the entrance door.
“No, absolutely no.” He shakes his head as he’s still being cuddled by everybody they take turns. While they give Eddie another group hug they can hear mumbling voices come up from the hallway that leads to that room.
“Why there’s an FBI agent out… DIAZ?” Captain Parrish literally screams as he and the team resist the urge to run towards Eddie to tackle him. Only one person isn’t fully understanding what is going on, even though he saw Eddie’s commemorative plaque in the station.
“That Diaz?”
“Yes, that Diaz, probie. Eddie Diaz of the 118. Presumed dead last year on the line of duty inside a building in fire. That Eddie Diaz.”
“Hello, captain. Tommy. John. Eli.” Respectively a firefighter and two paramedics. “And…” Eddie looks at the new guy, probably the recruit who took his place in the station.
“Ravi. Ravi Panikkar.” The guy introduces himself to who’s actually the man he replaced. “Probie to the 118. Not for so much longer, anyway. I hope.”
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buckleys-diaz · 2 years
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buck + red rimmed eyes
requested by anon
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cosycrescent · 2 years
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💌 quiet my fears with
the touch of your hand
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nighhtwing · 2 years
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DICK GRAYSON and DUKE THOMAS
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villenelle · 2 years
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sorry baby x
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herodiaz · 1 year
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Is there a secret ingredient?
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clusterbuck · 1 year
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My soul for truth or dare
dared you to kiss me and laughed when you tried
[1.8k, M]
“I dare you to kiss Buck,” Ravi says, and silence descends on the loft.
A couple of weeks ago, this dare would have had Eddie spiralling. A couple of weeks ago, he would have done anything to get out of it. Now he just turns and grins at Buck, and raises his eyebrows as if to say how about it?
He reaches out to cup Buck’s jaw and guides him closer, and slowly leans in until he can kiss him. He keeps it slow, careful, so it doesn’t look like he knows Buck’s body like he knows his own, but the kiss says I missed you today. It says you’re coming home with me tonight.
And though he doesn’t intend it to, he’s pretty sure it says I love you. Just like it always does.
“Okay,” he says when they break apart, and glances at his watch. “I think that’s the shift over.”
Everyone starts piling into the locker room, and Eddie catches more than one suspicious glance thrown his way. But he ignores them, because it’s a Friday night and the shift is over and their forty-eight off covers the weekend, and Christopher has a sleepover tonight. The only person in this locker room that he cares about is Buck.
When the locker room is empty of everyone else, Buck closes the distance between them and sidles up to Eddie.
“Hey,” he murmurs, pressing against Eddie’s side. “I dare you to kiss me.” Then he laughs, but Eddie kisses him anyway, swallowing his laughter until Buck’s hand is fisted in the front of his shirt, holding him close.
“Let’s go home,” Eddie says.
“Wait,” Buck says. “Before we go—I have one more dare for you.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks.
“Steal your turnouts and bring them home with you.”
Eddie blinks. “My turnouts?”
“Just the pants,” Buck says. “It’s to settle a bet.”
“And what bet is that?”
Buck grins. “I bet you look hot in turnout pants and nothing else.”
Heat rises along Eddie’s cheekbones, and Buck leans in to press a kiss below the corner of his eye. “You in?”
“Only if we get yours too.”
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911verse · 2 years
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Jim Parrack as Judd Ryder in 911 Lone Star 3x04 | Push
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