Seeker of Wisdom and Truth

Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Evan “Buck” Buckley & Maddie Buckley Characters: Maddie Buckley, Evan “Buck” Buckley, Tommy Kinard, Theo (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, maddie han critical, Kid Fic, Getting Back Together, canon atypical good friend Eddie Diaz, Cancer, insane4insane, Fire Fam Critical, Evan Buckley is allowed to be mad, POV Multiple Summary:

all the replies: you're a fucking idiot

*after act 2*

hey so. don’t do this.

“coming from a place of respect” there is nothing respectful about a comment like this. this is exactly why I say witch hunt, speculations and accusations harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.

I am not saying “you’re an asshole if you think a fic is ai”. I have come across fics that I believe were ai-generated. but instead of asking (accusing) the authors, I make my own decisions whether I’ll continue reading for the benefit of the doubt or quietly exit the fics and look for something else to read.

because with every accusation like this, there’s always a chance of a genuine, innocent writer getting wrongly accused.

last but not least, fanfic writers do NOT owe you anything. they write for themselves and their own enjoyment. their ao3 accounts are their houses and they were kind enough to let you in their houses. for free. (you get to read things for free.) you don’t go into other people’s houses and tell them “actually I think the way you decorate your room is sus. did you actually do it yourself or did you ask a robot to do it for you?”. THEY 👏🏻 DON’T 👏🏻 OWE 👏🏻 YOU 👏🏻 ANYTHING. and I say this as someone who is not a fan of ai fics. if you don’t like what you’re seeing, quietly leave.

hey dharma? i adore you too. this was a fucking demonic prompt. please enjoy.

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a train derailed bucktommy, 3k, complete

tags: alternate first meeting; alternate s4; past buck/abby; past abby/tommy; the buckley parents

Summary:

One train derailment can lead to endless possibilities.

Excerpt:

"You're actually my first stop on the Abby Clark Farewell Los Angeles Tour," Abby says as she sits down across from Tommy. "You get to go first, because I'm getting married in a month and I want to put to rest—" She motions at the dead air between her and Tommy. "All this." She's clearly angry at Tommy, so that's why he says, right out the gate: "Listen. I'm gay, I didn't tell you, and I'm sorry, I know now it was never going to work, but you were my first real relationship, the first woman I actually felt something for, and I really thought it could work but—that didn't go away, no matter how much I cared about you." Abby stares at him, then sighs. "Ugh. Alright, well. Fuck you. I'm—you're happy, right? You have to be. Tell me you broke up with me and now you're deliriously happy with someone hot and you have five dogs, and then I can go back to always hating you a little."  Tommy... can't tell her that.  She sighs again, her exhale hitting one of the luxurious waves of hair falling into her eyes in a beautifully annoying fashion. If only that was Tommy's thing. "Well. Please have a better life. I know I have, and I know I will." Tommy thinks he deserves that.

the fire marshal tommy fic! 🧯🧯 now up on ao3

rating: t // words: 10k

Tommy glanced down as his phone rang, seeing Howie Han pop up across the screen. Looked like Howie hadn’t lost his number. Tommy snorted derisively, and watched it ring through to his voicemail. It rang a second time. Then a third. Tommy finally picked up on Howie’s fourth attempt. “What?” He bit out. Howie sounded taken aback. “Hey, Tommy.” "What do you want?” "Uh— I was just going to invite you out for a drink.” Tommy looked around his cramped office, searching for a reason why Howie would be inviting him out. He didn’t find one. “Why?” "I realized I’ve been letting a lot of things fall by the wayside,” Howie admitted. “I haven't seen you since…” he trailed off, the funeral hanging in the air, unspoken. "Well, I’m glad you’re figuring that out,” Tommy managed to say, “but considering you weren’t there when I needed you, I’m not really interested in getting a drink and reminiscing.” He hung up before Howie could say anything else, putting his phone on silent and flipping it face down on his desk. He checked the wall clock. An hour left. Enough time to type up his last report. Fire Marshal Thomas Kinard, report on 6348 N Sepulveda Blvd, March 29, 2026 …

This sketch is incredible. Perfect moment to capture. 10/10 for the artist.

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