#911 rarepairs

[honestlynervousnut]

What your favorite ✨911 rarepairs✨ says about you 🫵🏻

You're choosing the safest option, maybe a little bit overated but Its still a good one👍🏻

Is this one your favorite because its good? Or you're just really horny? 🤨

ALRIGHT! We get It! You like this one!

(No idea who to put here 🤷🏻)

This may not be everyone's favorite but its yours, and you're totally chill about it

You're into the clasics

(skipping these few)

Oooh you're cool I like you

No way you actually know this one? Can we be friends? 🙏🏻

[jeddieweek]

Jeddie Week Round-up!

This pinned post will be updated every day. Thank you to everyone who is contributing and a big thanks to everyone who is reading!

Prompt 1: Loves Makes a Family

Calls From Home by @racerchix21

Firefighter Down by @sunnywithachanceofbi

im a falling star, a glimmer lighting up these cotton streets by @thefootnotes

New Family Traditions by @nine-one-wanton

Snippets of Life by @not-as-straight-as-i-appear

What Family Feels Like by @30somethingautisticteacher

the whole family back together by @judymarch15

Yearning by @kneazle

Prompt 2: Tricks & Treats

Close Your Eyes and Open Your Mouth by @nine-one-wanton

I Don't Know Where This is Going but I Like How it Feels by @30somethingautisticteacher

it's like a mountain that has been weighing on my conscience by @thefootnotes

Ken who? by @judymarch15

One person's trick is another treat by @not-as-straight-as-i-appear

a trick and treat by @kneazle

Trick, then Treat by @sunnywithachanceofbi

Prompt 3: Double Dates

Almost Cost it All by @sunnywithachanceofbi

Double Blind Study of Love by @not-as-straight-as-i-appear

i feel like i'm glued to this carousel by @thefootnotes

Matchy-matchy by @nine-one-wanton

of desserts and friendship by @kneazle

tropical fruit by @judymarch15

Prompt 4: Missing You

Almost Cost it All by @sunnywithachanceofbi

every single thing to come has turned into ashes by @thefootnotes

Missing Piece (Do You Even Drink Coffee?) by @nine-one-wanton

never forget by @kneazle

sound the alarm by @judymarch15

Wake Me Up Inside by @not-as-straight-as-i-appear

Prompt 5: Quirks and Pet Peeves (Alternative Prompt: Days at Dispatch)

don't tell me about your problems if you're not trying to solve them by @thefootnotes

On-time Arrival by @nine-one-wanton

PDA by @kneazle

Relationship Anxiety by @not-as-straight-as-i-appear

taking notes by @judymarch15

[donovankinard]

ain't no way i'm gonna screw up now that i know what's at stake here for @saltommyweek2024 round two

He refuses to let his history, no matter how recent, ruin something good– Sal isn’t Evan, and this, this is Tommy’s future, isn’t it? This is the rest of his life, if it goes as he wants it to. Dinner dates and carpooling and, god, Sal’s hand on Tommy’s thigh, warm and soft and grounding the way it was the whole drive here.

Or the one where Sal and Tommy finally get their first date after all these years, but it doesn’t quite go to plan.

T | sal deluca/tommy kinard | 2.6k day two - getting hit on, marked up

read on ao3.

[nine-one-wanton]

Title: Unappreciated

Pairing: Sal/Athena; (Background: Athena/Michael)

Summary: Athena and Sal are both going through it. They find themselves wallowing in personal and professional frustrations, respectively - and decide to be each others momentary bright spot.

(Athena is still in a sexless marriage with Michael; Sal has *just* been suspended, and transferred.)

Note 1: Listen.

I can’t begin to explain the how and the why of this. I do not ship it. There was a little game of “cursed pairings”, there was a wheel of characters. Mine landed on Sal and Tommy. Which is actually blessed and not cursed. So I re-spun Tommy, and here we are.

They say the day before Thanksgiving is the biggest drinking day of the year. So, idk.. maybe drink until you can enjoy it 😝

Note 2: Again, I don’t ship it. But I do actually like what I did with it 💜 Hopefully there is something to like for you too if you take a chance on it!

[swiftiefirefighters]

For 911 I was wondering who your favorite rare pair is? And also I hope you’re doing OK today 💞

oh man this is rough!!! bc i like lots of little pairings that i think would be considered rarepairs. i’d say eddiejosh but i think that’s getting a bit bigger. i also like buckjosh or buckalbert. eddietommy without buck is probably a rarepair right?????? there’s so many good ones bc i just ship buck and eddie around with sooooo many people. it’s really hard to pick a favorite. i am so bad at choosing things.

i’m doing….well i’m trying to be okay, anon. my partner earlier told me im not allowed to let donald trump take me away from her so im trying to let that run through my head over and over again and override the intense suicidal thoughts. im trying to think about my silly little guys and my episode of 911 coming on tomorrow and seeing my favorite podcast live.

thinking about my friends and the people i love on 911blr and just trying to remember all the good things this world has to offer so that the hopelessness and fear doesn’t win. i hope you’re doing well today. 🩵

[vanmarkus]

i know that the 911 online fandom has always been based in a singular ship and that a lot of people clearly aren't dealing with the change very well, but i gotta say, for me, personally, it's actually refreshing to see the fandom landscape change and having more ships butting up their heads and sparking conversations and inspiring fans to create new things, thus strengthening the sense of community... i just think it's neat.

[911-rarepair-week]

It's time to get started! Here are the prompts and the guidelines for the event. I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with! Have fun! (There is a link to a carrd included)

Prompts:

Day 1 (January 13): Beginnings / Endings Day 2 (January 14): Found Family Day 3 (January 15): Alternate Universe Day 4 (January 16): “What’s Your Emergency?” Day 5 (January 17): Past / Present / Future Day 6 (January 18): Festivities Day 7 (January 19): Free Day

Guidelines:

- Every form of creation is welcome! (Examples: fanfic, fanart, edit, gif, headcanon, drabble...) - The main goal of the event is to have fun. There is no rush! You don’t have to post your contribution for a specific prompt on the same day, I will still share the creations after the week is over! - The definition of “rarepair” for this event: every ship that has less than 100 fics on AO3! (Please check on AO3!) There are no limitations or rules overwise when it comes to the ships! Let your imagination run wild! - Your contributions can include characters/ships from both the OG show and Lone Star! - Tag your contributions with #911rarepairweek so I can share your creations on twt and tumblr! - There will be a collection on AO3: 911 Rarepair Week 2025 - Important: No character bashing or hate towards any ship allowed! - Please tag your creations correctly and add trigger warnings if necessary! Be considerate! - Link to carrd page

Happy creating!

[imakatperson22]

I ship Riaz (Josh/Eddie) in the sense that I will read every single fic on ao3 under their tag. All 18 of them. I’ve seen an edit or two of them. I’d love to start seeing fanart!

I am still rooting for buddie canon but they’re cute to imagine together because they are imaginary.

I’d really love to see more unusual pairings get content in this fandom Hannikar! Lucy/Taylor!Fuck it! Bobby/Michael! Like, just for funsies. Cause fandom is supposed to be fun!

[c0rvidfagg0try]

The 9-1-1 fandom is so cisheteronormative despite being quite queer like,,, yall cannot handle anything that strays away from the most vanilla gay couple youve ever seen

[gayofthefae]

Tommy seems so nice I think their eventual breakup is gonna be really understanding and mutual

[thispainwouldntbeforevermoor]

tommyjosh sending each other flirting texts

[ebenelephant]

some headcanons just give you a warm, cosy feeling. imagine buck in bed with albert, or maybe taylor, after some casual, affectionate sex. it's midday, they're sort of sweaty, still mostly naked, laughing while they chat shit and smoke weed. does this not spark joy?

[jeddieweek]

It's coming up soon!! October 21-25 is JEDDIE WEEK!!!

Monday: Love Makes a Family Tuesday: Tricks & Treats Wednesday: Double Dates Thursday: Missing You Friday: Quirks & Pet Peeves (Alt prompt: Days at Dispatch)

Can't wait to see what you all create!

[jeddieweek]

we love your work @thefootnotes!!!!!!

fights turn into making up, and making up turns into love a fic by @thefootnotes for @whumptober

Neither of them miss the curious glance that Maddie gives them when they walk off, nor do they pay mind to it; Josh links his hand in Eddie’s and pulls him onto the floor, skin sparking like fireworks up both of their arms and the warm light of the bar bathing them in a golden glow. The bassline thumps beneath their feet, aching through Eddie’s bones and blending into the swarm of light and sound and their people around them, Buck and Chimney hollering every word of the song blaring from the speakers while Josh and Eddie jump around.

Or the one where Eddie gets out of his head, Josh gets into his heart, and there’s truly never been a better dance partner.

T | eddie diaz/josh russo | 1.8k whumptober day 31 - asking for help: therapy, making amends, "i'm alive, i'm just not well"

read on ao3.

[loulou-land]

Guiding Hand

I blame @fuselsstuff for this one. Thanks for dragging me down here lol. Hugs 🫶🏻✨

Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Eddie x Surprise Male (It’s not Buck or Tommy) Word Count: 857 words

Sounds of skin on skin—drawn-out moans and sharp gasps—filled the room.

“Ngh. Right there,” Eddie choked out, his voice wrecked, barely recognizable. “Please, don’t stop”

“I’ve got you,” came the low, steady reply. The voice wasn’t rough or demanding; it was calm, reassuring and filled with a quiet intensity. “Just feel.”

Eddie felt hands gripping him harder around the hips, grounding him just as much as they guided him. The rhythmic slap of the man’s balls against his ass made his legs tremble, each thrust sharper, deeper and more unrelenting. His cock hit that spot inside Eddie with practiced precision, stealing every breath from his lungs and making his vision explode into a constellation of stars.

The sheets beneath Eddie twisted in his fist—a desperate attempt at anchoring himself to reality—of holding on, while every surge of pleasure threatened to break him apart at the seams. His body arched into the onslaught, his mouth slack, a constant stream of “uh, uh, uh’s”, spilling from his lips, each sound torn from him without consent. Drool dripped down his chin, unnoticed, as the burn of pleasure twisted into something truly overwhelming. His cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum—more than he’d ever leaked before—slapping against Eddie’s skin with every deep driving trust.

Eddie had never felt like this—like his entire body was alive, electricity humming through his veins, each nerve ending hyper aware of every point of contact between them. He was unraveling, breaking apart under the relentless rhythm of the man inside him, he wanted more.

He felt one of the hands on his hips relax their grip, shifting away, the sudden absence of pressure making him shudder. Only to feel it traveling up the slick expanse of his back. Pulling whimpers from him at the barely there touches.

The hand paused at the base of his neck, fingers pressing into the sensitive skin there, firm but not harsh, grounding him in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat running through his body. Eddie groaned, his breath catching as the other man softly squeezed, the brief pressure making him arch instinctively.

Then the fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently but insistently, tilting his head back just enough. Eddie’s vision swam as the man leaned closer, his breath warm against his flushed cheeks, as he kept slowly grinding into Eddie’s warm heat.

“Look at you,” the man murmured, his voice soft with reverence, yet thick with desire. “You’re beautiful like this. Letting yourself feel it—letting go.”

Eddie’s heart stuttered at the words, their tenderness filling him just as much as the pleasure coursing through him. He couldn’t form a reply, could only let out a broken whimper, completely undone and vulnerable, as the hand in his hair kept him steady—kept him from breaking into a million little pieces and floating away.

Finally, the man leaned in, his breath hot against Eddie’s ear as he whispered, “Come for me.”

And as though that was what Eddie’s body had been waiting for all along, hinging on it—it obeyed without question. He cried out, his voice raw as his release tore through him violently, leaving him shuddering and gasping, painting the sheets below him. His body clenched tight, dragging a long, low groan from the man behind him, whose own climax followed. Eddie’s body gave another full shudder at the feeling of warmth filling him, leaking through where they were connected.

The room was thick with the scent of sex, their heavy breathing the only sound present. Eddie collapsed forward onto the bed, his body utterly boneless, uncaring of the wet spot beneath him, finding the coolness of it and the sheets a welcome contrast to his flushed skin. The man lingered behind him for a moment, one large hand smoothing up and down Eddie’s spine, grounding him, steadying him.

When the man shifted to pull away, Eddie made a faint, protesting noise in the back of his throat.

“Shh,” came the quiet response. “I’m just getting something to clean us up,” he said, warm and reassuring.

Eddie felt the bed dip as the man returned, gentle hands wiping him down with care. When he was done, he slid into the bed beside him. Eddie immediately gravitated toward him, his body seeking out the closeness like a magnet, needing the comfort after that earth shattering release.

For a while they just lay there, each of them wrapped in the quiet of the moment. Eddie’s breathing slowed, his mind slowly clearing as the minutes passed by.

Finally, he broke the silence. “So…celibacy, huh?” He asked in a dry tone, amused.

Father Brian chuckled, the sound low and warm, vibrating through Eddie’s skin.

“And completely straight, right?” Brian said teasingly, as he tilted his head to glance at him.

“Well…” Eddie paused, a lazy smirk tugging his lips, a heated look settling on his face as he started to move his hands down the other man’s body. “I guess we’re both figuring things out.”

Father Brian smiled softly, his hand brushing through Eddie’s sweat damp hair. “Then I guess we’ll just have to see where this takes us.”

Please please check out the Drabble that inspired this work! Here ❤️

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @princessfbi and I must announce that while I do possibly have some other threesome/throuple ideas, I am focusing back on my longer fics for now.

Which means, have another The Gang Plays D&D snippet!

“You know that Bobby and Athena use the dice for sex, right?” Hen asks. Ravi chokes on his soda. “What is wrong with all of you?” Eddie bursts out laughing. Chim has a look of evil glee on his face. “How?” Buck points. “Oh, no, I do not need to know even more about their sex life than I already do.” “They roll the dice,” Hen says, because she has no compassion for Buck’s nerves, “and the number it lands on means how many orgasms. Or how many minutes they get edged before they can come.” “Wait who’s doing what, here?” Eddie asks. “Nope.” Buck sticks his fingers in his ears. “Nope, nope, nope…” “Who do you think?” Hen asks.

I'm excited to get back to work on this one...