talktothesky
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The moment the pieces fit together Cassie has to scoff at her own stupidity.
The picture keeps shining back at her from his phone, no matter how long she stares at it. One sigh. Two heartbeats. Three taps of her foot. His screen doesn’t turn off. Four shakes of her head. Five blinks. Six seconds.
The fool must have disabled automatic the screen dim feature just so he could longingly and dreamily and stupidly stare at a photo of Mel, despite the fact that Cassie is pretty sure every time Langdon closes his eyes he can see Mel perfectly in his mind.
Cassie lets her emotions battle it out for a second inside her. In the end, both disgust and fondness tie for first place.
It’s nice to see Langdon like this, of course. Pathetically pining, sure, but also awkwardly excited. Carefully optimistic for all that he is worried and tentative, too.
(or, five times someone sees a picture of mel on frank's phone + one time someone sees a picture of frank on mel's phone)
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Collection of ficlets written for the Kingdon microfic challenge of August 2025.
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“So let me get this straight,” Samira says. “You guys had sex for the first time three days ago.”
Mel doesn’t raise her eyes from the cardboard container in her hands as she nods, twirling some noodles around with her chopsticks.
“And if I understand correctly,” Samira pauses, like she’s building the anticipation of her statement, “it was absolutely fucking terrible.”
“Samira!” Mel says, her head snapping up so fast she’s worried for a second the movement gave her torticollis.
Samira shakes her head and points her index fingers at Mel.
“Well, it’s what you said.”
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let's put this to the test by thatbuddie (talktothesky) for blackrose_17
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
01 Jun 2025
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“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Buck asks, tapping his thumbs against the front of the clipboard. He’s not nervous, necessarily, but this is the first time all day that it’s been just him and Eddie, and the weight of that settles over Buck making breathing harder.
Eddie’s eyes are glued to Buck’s moving thumbs, to the clipboard he’s holding. He stays silent and silent and silent.
“Eddie?” Buck calls, and this makes Eddie shake his head and finally move his gaze away from Buck’s hands and his clipboard to meet Buck’s eyes.
“What?” Eddie mumbles, like he’s waking up from a haze.
“I was saying that you don’t need to help me with this,” Buck says lightly waving the clipboard in front of him.
“But I want to,” Eddie says, and it sounds resounding and unequivocal. “I want to.”
Buck takes a deep breathe and says, “Okay, then let’s do this.”
(or 5 times Buck suspects just how much Eddie likes seeing him with a clipboard and one time he knows for sure.)
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“We’re not going to pretend to be divorced just so Chris can get into a summer camp, Buck,” Eddie says, trying to sound convincing even as he starts to feel his resolution crumbling inside of him.
“Why not?” Buck asks, sounding genuinely baffled, like he can’t understand Eddie’s refusal at all.
And how does Eddie begin to explain the irrationality of his rational denial?
He can’t tell Buck the real reason he can’t go through with it. He can’t tell him without having to reach into his chest, clawing out his heart, setting it down at Buck’s feet still beating, and saying, “Because the only thing worse than loving you knowing I can’t have you would be having to pretend like I didn’t love you enough to keep you with me forever.”
(or the fake ex husbands to fake husbands to husbands fic.)