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Sunflowers still grows at night by not-blonde-yet (stillredhead_just_tired)
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
25 Jan 2026
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When Buck thinks about his childhood, he doesn’t remember events so much as he remembers the temperature. He remembers the specific, bone-deep chill of being alone in a room full of people. (A Buck character study on cold, warmth, and what it means to be held)
or: 5 times Buck tried to cure the cold he was born with, and 1 time he had to be saved from the heat. (A 5+1 Buddie fic about touch-starvation, plushies, and the warmth of found family).
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23 Jan 2026
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The Thought is so loud in Ravi’s mind that it feels like his ears are ringing.
“Buck deserves someone like that,” Eddie says, like he didn’t just describe himself. “It’s hard to watch him date sometimes. I just–even I could do so much better than most–well, all–of his exes.”
Ravi chokes on his spit. It’s not cute. He actually might die, right here, in the locker room; he can’t get air into his lungs.
“Dude,” Eddie says, looking faintly alarmed.
Ravi can finally breathe again, but his trachea is probably shredded.
“It’s fine,” Ravi rasps, “I’m fine.”
Eddie looks skeptical. It’s fine. Ravi almost died because Eddie’s a dumbass, but Ravi will give him a pass this time because this is, like, an insane level of dumbassery.
“Why don’t you?” Ravi asks, clearing his throat again.
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Or: Ravi being a couple’s counsellor for people who aren’t a couple (yet).
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23 Jan 2026
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“I’m trying not to make it about me.”
The words seem to stop Eddie in his tracks—but only for a fleeting moment. Then, “Okay, then let me.”
Buck blinks, ignoring the feeling of a single tear fighting past the edge of his lashline. Instantly, he swipes it away. “What?”
“Let me make it about you. Talk to me. I want to know what’s going on with you. I’m not gonna be able to focus on this god awful dinner if I’m worried that you’re alone, and upset, and—”
“I miss you,” Buck confesses, abruptly, because anything else he wants to say right now is too raw, too real.
Eddie exhales into the microphone of his phone. “Yeah. Yeah, I—I know. I miss you, too.”
“No, I miss you. More than I’m supposed to, I think.”
“I’m your best friend, bud,” Eddie tells him. “I think you’re supposed to miss me. We’re eight hundred miles apart.”
Miserably, Buck shakes his head. “Not like this.”
Or: Buck finally unpacks and stumbles across a box Eddie left behind, full of sketchbooks that Buck didn’t know he owned. He’s confronted, suddenly, with the fact that his best friend has been drawing him for years.
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- Part 4 of cjo + 911
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18 Jan 2026
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Buck is about to walk out of the airport. He can’t do this. He won’t. But then a hand—a big, warm hand—settles on his shoulder.
“Hey, uh—”
Buck turns, and standing there is the most beautiful man Buck’s seen in his entire life. A week’s worth of stubble across his jaw and cheek, a strong nose, and the deepest, prettiest brown eyes he’s ever seen, framed by mile-long lashes. Buck’s breath catches. Buck’s not into men, but holy shit, if he was—he’d be into this guy.
Well. He is kinda into this guy. Well. That’s—
“I’m here with my kid,” the guy continues, throwing a thumb over his shoulder and pointing toward where a blonde-haired, smiling kid with red glasses and crutches is standing. The kid lifts a hand and waves. Okay. Even if Buck is into the guy—kid usually means wife. Damn. “He’s got CP. We’ve done this song and dance a thousand times. You want a hand?”
“Sir,” the man cuts in, “this is a private discussion—”
Buck, who really was trying not to cry before, feels like he’s fighting a losing battle now. His eyes are a little wet, and his hands, gripping his crutches, are shaking just a little. “Fuck. Yeah. Please.”
OR Eddie Diaz vs American Airlines.
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07 Jan 2026