you don't find it. you make it.

9-1-1 Evan 'Buck' Buckley | Bisexual Visibility Month

One year ago they set this bisexual bicon free 🩷💜💙

"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place and circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break." —ancient Chinese proverb

#bucktommy smooches

9-1-1 • 7.04 | 7.06 | 8.06 | 8.11

the kicked puppy face house always does when he gets in trouble for medical malpractice is so fucking funny to me

you kidnapped a man to do surgery on him why do you look like that

happy birthday uncle buck from jee

4.09 // buck & jee-yun 8.12 // buck & eddie

Getting close to someone? Gotta start preparing for their departure in advance

I'm never going to stop praising oliver and lou for their performance in the first kiss, it's truly one of the most beautiful first kisses I've seen on TV.

like, knowing lou had that much sensibility for buck that he wanted to change the original idea (a makeout) and turned it into that tender, perfect first kiss? makes me emotional. and the way oliver went about the scene? buck's initial reaction? the way we can see in his face how his world has been changed by tommy? and the tears building up in the end as he finally breathes, a changed man? it's all also tied together by their insane chemistry too (that has only gotten better in time).

I'm also not forgetting the director and cinematographer. lowe and sedillo did a fantastic job in the way they constructed this scene. how the characters start at opposite ends, behind an island and a table, and slowly make their way towards each other until they're chest to chest? the kiss being framed in a way that takes your breath away? truly a spectacular job on their part. it's a moment from the show I'll never, ever forget. I'm happy I got to live in a world where it happened.

blessing your feed with the bucktommy first kiss scene, minus the background music.

disclaimer: the scene you’re about to watch is so intimate you might feel like you shouldn’t be seeing it. proceed with caution. you're watching at your own risk.

'Cause someday I might know my heart

[insp.]

All these mpreg fics have me thinking about Buck and Tommy not immediately getting back together, because they don’t want to trap the other and they don’t want to seem like they’re only motivated by the pregnancy and resulting child, so they work out a parenting agreement and are aggressively friendly and generous to each other in it, and part of that agreement is living together for the first year so that they can both care for the baby in equal measure. But they’re not going to get back together! It’ll be like raising a child with a roommate! Of course they’re free to date anyone they like! No, really!

no but this is so juicyyyy

both of them being so aggressively ⭐⭐⭐⭐ fine ⭐⭐⭐⭐ with this arrangement

up until the baby spits up in Tommy's T-shirt and he takes it off and Buck, waking up from a nap, is met with the vision of Tommy cradling their baby against his bare chest

up until Tommy gets home in the middle of the night, three hours late from a shift, to find Buck pacing around and their daughter wailing her little lungs out because she picked up on Buck's distress and 'Warn me you'll be late next time! ou can't do this to us, Tommy. I-I mean, to her'

up until she has a fever that won't break and Tommy calls Buck in the middle of his shift, desperately saying 'Evan...' and Buck immediately knows something's up because Tommy has been ridiculously careful about only calling him Buck this entire time, 'w-we're at the hospital. S-she was so h-hot, I... I don't know what to do' he sobs into the phone, and Buck immediately bolts from the station, trying to calm Tommy down and rushing to the ER. And they sit there in the waiting room, both of them worried sick for their little girl, and Buck can't take it anymore. He holds Tommy's hand. And Tommy doesn't shy away from the touch; he squeezes Buck's hand harder.

I think it takes a whole year of near misses, of longing glances at each other napping on the couch with the baby on their chest, of days and nights where they’re both desperately tired and short and snappy with each other and sorry for it, of Buck’s early education plan that involves every museum and park in the city and the planetarium too, and baby gymnastics classes, but no screens because they don’t want to raise an iPad kid, except sometimes those baby sensory videos are literally the only thing that makes getting through dinner possible because their baby demands to be held and in motion so it’s 30 minutes of dancing strawberries, or in the carrier with a napkin on baby’s head and eating while walking circles around the kitchen island.

Tommy quietly stifles his fears and reads the parenting books obsessively and takes Buck’s lead on everything, until Buck has a breakdown because that’s too much pressure, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, either, his parents weren’t any kind of role model for him, just a different flavor of bad, so they’re both flying blind, and he needs Tommy to not make him responsible for ALL the fuckups they will both inevitably have.

They start family therapy because they want to be the best parents they can be.

It’s a first birthday party with it seems like half the firefighters in the city and Buck bought a fucking melon baller for the punch and lovingly made the smash cake himself and Tommy’s collecting the no-plastic-garbage-please gifts and taking pictures of Jee-Yun with her little brother and Baby Firefly, and Bobby and Buck and Baby like a usual three-generation portrait and thinking that they made it the agreed-upon year and it was the hardest and best of his life and Evan’s going to move out soon. He’s been looking for apartments in the neighborhood without luck, and expanding his radius to hopefully not more than a half-hour away, and starting to draw up the bare bones of a custody calendar (it’s going slow because the thought makes Buck sick). He thinks about trading holidays and weekends. About half-siblings and blended family vacations. About living this determinedly friendly half-life forever.

He could do it. It’s in many ways everything he ever wanted. Half is a lot better than none.

But he’s not only still in love with Evan, he’s more in love now, after all the long nights and endless laundry and crying when the baby cries because they can’t sleep when the baby sleeps. He’s seen Evan at his worst, most exhausted, stressed out and crabby. He thinks about the nine-month sleep regression and holding the baby between them as they leaned against each other and rocked in the living room.

He never knew he could feel so much love.

One of them has to be brave first.

don't we usually get two sneak peeks? today we only got one and hen didn't even speak! 📢STOP SHORTCHANGING AISHA ‼️‼️‼️📢

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