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Several Sentences Sunday

Thank you to @tizniz @theotherbuckley @your-catfish-friend @diazsdimples and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

Here is a little bit of what I've managed to write of the next chapter of Any Other Way :)

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So, one sunny hot Tuesday in July, when Eddie shows up at Buck’s to pick up Christopher, only to find the two of them camped out in front of the apartment’s AC unit, each with a popsicle in hand - Buck’s red, Christopher’s bright pink - listening to pop music, playing Connect 4, he is reminded of just how much they need Buck, too. They don’t hear Eddie walk in through the apartment’s unlocked door - Buck has told him not to bother knocking while Maddie isn’t home - so their conversation continues where it was, as if he’s just a fly on the wall.

“You’re really good at games,” Chris is saying. “And you don’t always let me win. Tia Pepa always lets me win everything, it’s boring. My mom never did that.”

“Hmm,” Buck says, dropping a token in a slot. “Maddie never let me win all the time when I was little, either. Said it would make me better at the games we played and a better sport.”

“Did it work?” Chris asks.

Buck smirks. “Well, I always win at Scrabble, but I always lose at poker.”

“My mom loved Scrabble!” Chris announces. “I don’t know how to play.”

“I can teach you. I think there’s a kid-friendly version I can buy.”

“Yes, please!”

Eddie doesn’t know why this makes him want to cry. Just that it does. Just that it seems big and important in a way Eddie doesn’t have words for.

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Tagging @pantsaretherealheroes @jeeyuns @aroeddiediaz @exhuastedpigeon @fionaswhvre

@steadfastsaturnsrings @mangacat201 @daughterofscotland @athenagranted @evanbegins

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Several Sentence Sunday ⭐️

Tagged by @smilingbuckley, @theotherbuckley, & @perfectlysunny02 🩵

My focus has fully been on Recovery, which just broke 15K, and it's more or less become a self indulgent fic for me (and Maggie), but if anyone is interested, here's some of that!

Cracking the door open, Buck pushes it until he can see the bed. The blankets are rumbled and disturbed, but there’s no one laying there. Panic surges in Buck’s chest for a split second as his eyes dart around the room until he finds Eddie standing over by the window. Buck sags against the doorframe, taking in the way Eddie’s arms are wrapped tightly around himself, gazing out through the blinds and onto the dark and empty street. It reminds Buck of when he had walked out of Christopher’s room after Eddie’s breakdown, when Eddie had stood in a similar stance, fretting over his son. The parallel makes Buck’s heart ache. “He’s gone then?” Eddie’s voice is ragged sounding from almost complete disuse during the day. He doesn’t turn to look at Buck, simply stares out the window. “He’s going to stay with Hen and Karen for a few days.” Buck explains, “But Eddie, he wasn’t scared of you. He’s scared for you.” Eddie shakes his head quickly, pushing himself away from the mall and turning to face Buck. The streetlights cast shadows on his face, emphasizing the haunted expression on Eddie’s face. “He should be scared of me!”

NP tagging: @hippolotamus, @actualalligator, @actuallyitsellie, @bidisasterevankinard, @spotsandsocks, @fortheloveofbuddie, @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove, @daffi-990, @jesuisici33, @cal-daisies-and-briars, @exhuastedpigeon, @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming, @monsterrae1, @epicbuddieficrecs, @elvensorceress, @eddiebuckley-diaz, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @wildlife4life, @evanbegins, @devirnis, @loveyouanyway, @watchyourbuck, @loserdiaz, @excuseme-greentea, @wikiangela, @scknight05, @dangerpronebuddie, @kitteneddiediaz, @incorrect9-1-1, @underwaterninja13, @bigfootsmom, @evaneds, @thekristen999, & @princessfbi (because I’m needy for your stuff and you’ll also tag Mads and make them right hehe)

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Buddie "wish I could carry you in my pocket"

"Wish I could carry you around in my pocket," Buck sighs as he gazes lovingly at Eddie sitting on the kitchen table. He's just a little too short for his legs to touch the ground, so he's got his ankles hooked together as he swings his legs back and forth. That, plus the oversized hoodie he's wearing have the effect of making him look like an overgrown toddler and Buck thinks he is simply adorable.

The minute the words leave his lips, Buck has an idea. A year or so ago, Buck had been messing around with one of Maddie's old spellbooks when he'd come across a Shrinking Spell. Thinking it would be useful if he ever needed to pull someone out of a mound of rubble or remove a crush, Buck had learned the spell, accidentally shrinking Maddie's laptop before figured out the reversing spell and had put it to right.

"Hmm?" Eddie says, lifting his eyes ever so slightly from the cookbook he's studying. "What was that, baby?"

Buck rolls up his sleeves and flexes his fingers a little. "Oh nothing, don't mind me." He clicks his fingers and looks pleased as a small shower of blue sparks rain onto the hardwood floors. There's a very faint smell of sea salt, but hopefully not enough for Eddie to notice. "Hold still."

"Wha-?"

Eddie barely has a moment to register Buck's words before Buck does a series of complicated wiggles with his fingers, mutters "Parvus" under his breath, and Eddie is suddenly shrouded in a cloud of royal blue energy. The room is suddenly filled with the scent of the ocean, as if Buck has suddenly stepped out onto Santa Monica beach.

When the cloud clears Eddie is nowhere to be seen, and Buck's heart is instantly in his throat.

"Eddie?" he calls out, walking towards the table where his boyfriend had been perched moments earlier. "Eddie are you still here?"

I've fucking disappeared my boyfriend, Buck thinks in a moment's panic. He hadn't read anything in the fine print about performing the spell on performing it on human subjects, and he's also not sure how to control the size of the thing he's transforming. There is a very real possibility that he's shrunk Eddie to the size of a dust mite and will never be able to resize him again.

Why the fuck can't he use his brain before acting??

Just before Buck plummets into a proper panic attack, there's a small movement on the table, just behind the cookbook resting on the edge.

"Buck, what the fuck have you done to me?"

The voice is high pitched and quiet but unmistakably Eddie's, and it takes Buck a second to locate it. But there, dusting himself off and looking decidedly unimpressed, is the smallest Eddie Buck has ever seen in his life. He's about the size of Buck's forefinger and leans against the pages of the cookbook as he glares up at his boyfriend.

"Oh my god, you are so tiny!" Buck grins as he takes in Eddie in all his miniscule glory. "I can't believe that worked!"

Buck reaches out and picks Eddie up, his fingers pinching at the back of Eddie's hoodie, and he drops his boyfriend into the palm of his hand. Eddie wobbles unsteadily before gingerly lowering himself down so he's sitting on the edge of Buck's palm with his legs dangling over the edge, no dissimilar to how he was on the table. He crosses his arms across his chest and glares up at Buck. If he wasn't all of 3 inches tall, it would almost be intimidating

"Put me back," he demands, the authoritativeness of his tone lost entirely by the fact that he sounds like he's swallowed a tank of helium. "Put me back or so help me God-"

"Or what?" Buck giggles, "You'll crawl up my nose?"

"I'll squeeze inside your dickhole and cause permanent damage with my teeth and fists," Eddie counters with a huff.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, babe."

"Buck please, we've got a shift in 3 hours. Make me big again," Eddie pleads, and Buck's completely incapable of defying his boyfriend at the best of times, especially when he's perched perfectly in the palm of Buck's hands, looking so tiny and adorable and pleading silently with his big brown eyes.

Buck sighs and holds his palm adjacent to the table so Eddie can walk across it and take up position next to the cookbook.

"Can I at least try fitting you in my pocket?" he asks, giving Eddie his puppy eyes, but it seems Shrunk Eddie is immune to Buck's charms. He shakes his head vehemently, snapping his fingers so a ball of deep green energy appears in the palm of his hands. The mellow, woodsy scent of pine trees cuts through the saltiness of Buck's magic as Eddie juggles the energy ball between his hands.

"Try it, I dare you."

Knowing when he's beaten, Buck relents with a sigh. Buck may be the one that practices magic the most but Eddie comes from a long line of powerful sorcerers, and Buck has no trouble admitting that Eddie is the more skilled magician of the two of them. If Eddie wanted to, he could turn Buck into a cockroach in a matter of seconds.

"Magnus" he mutters, channelling a fraction of his energy towards Eddie, and there's another cloud of rich blue energy and Eddie reappears.

He shakes out his arms and hops off the table. "You have no idea how weird that was," he grimaces. "You looked like a giant!"

"Don't I always?" Buck teases, referencing his slight height advantage against Eddie which was a slight sore point in their relationship.

Eddie takes two steps forward so they're nose to nose, and is about to open his mouth to scold Buck before a look of surprise passes over his face.

"Huh!" he says, stepping back so he's able to look at Buck properly. A grin begins to spread over his face as he looks Buck up and down. "I think that spell made me taller!"

Buck balks. "Absolutely not, that's not possible," he says, shaking his head. "I'm the tall one!"

Eddie steps back into Buck's space and yep, he's definitely grown an inch or two. They're almost completely at eye level, with Eddie a fraction taller, if anything. Buck gulps. Maybe he shouldn't have played around with magic.

"No, baby, you're definitely shorter than me no," he grins, and he tilts Buck's chin up (up!!!) to kiss him. It's soft and sweet, their lips moving in tandem. Eddie's smiling into the kiss and Buck can feel the smugness radiating off him.

"I'll just have to shrink you again," he points out as they break apart, but Eddie merely grins and kisses Buck on the forehead.

"I'd like to see you try."

Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll finish it!!

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Home by One Direction is a Buddie coded song send tweet

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No fic rec today and I’m leaving on a trip tomorrow ✈️✈️✈️ so I’ll be back with a weekly recap next week!

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Would you ever consider me? | buddie fic | 400 words

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Would you ever consider me?

It’s embarrassing how much Eddie’s hands are shaking as he hits send. But, he’s trying to cut himself some slack, since the last time he felt like he was doing something this brave, Shannon gently kicked the shit out of him on a rooftop in downtown LA, and then the random cruelty of the universe promptly finished the job.

Given that, he figures the racing heart and sweaty palms are allowable. It’s just nerves. A biological response. He can breathe through it.

What’s actually embarrassing about this is that he’s doing it via text message.

A last resort.

He’s been trying to work up the courage to say something in person ever since Buck ended things with Jason several weeks ago. Well… he’d wanted to do it after things ended with Britney, who was before Jason and after Tommy, but he’d taken too long, kept chickening out.

He’s not letting it happen again.

Buck’s reply is almost immediate: consider you what??

The panic is instant. He nearly drops his phone. If he was thinking clearly, he’d be smart enough to send a simple oops wrong person or something. Instead, he sends a nothing and a never mind back to back, like an idiot. Which, obviously, does nothing to convince Buck to back off.

The it’s not important doesn’t work either. But letting Buck’s call go to voicemail and the please just drop it he sends once the ringing stops seems to finally do the trick.

Ok I'll drop it

Relief and self-loathing are a potent combination.

The sweaty palms, racing heart, and shaky hands wear off pretty quickly. The utter humiliation and feeling like a complete and total coward take longer.

That’s what video games are for.

And headphones, so he doesn’t wake up Chris. Eddie should get to bed too, but he knows a sleepless night of tossing and turning and ruminating on exactly how pathetic he is when he sees one, so… Video games. Headphones.

It's why he doesn't hear the jeep pull up. Why the knock on his door startles the controller from his hand, killing his character instantly.

There’s only one person it could be and, sure enough, when he opens the door, there’s Buck, looking a little crazed and a lot beautiful in his hoodie and shorts and bathed the warm glow of Eddie’s porch light.

“I didn't drop it.”

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Fuck It Saturday

I'm not sure if it's friday anywhere anymore so we're fucking it on a Saturday!! I've been super lax on writing this week because I've got a beefy 3k word report on care for transgender/gender diverse parents during pregnancy due on Monday and I am not even halfway done dfkjds. BUT I did get a small trickle of Frostpunk AU beans so I thought I'd share! Snippet below the line bc it's kinda long

Tagged for Friday & Saturday by @smilingbuckley @thekristen999 @dangerpronebuddie @spotsandsocks @bidisasterevankinard

@cal-daisies-and-briars @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley and @kitteneddiediaz, I will be getting to your snippets tonight!!

Buck’s reading to Christopher when it happens.

Ever since Christopher woke up, Buck has been keeping a near-constant vigil at his bedside, keeping the boy entertained and comfortable where he can. He’d even snuck into the Children’s Shelter to borrow some toys for Christopher - a set of cards, a rainbow puzzle, a small, plastic dinosaur toy, and a fluffy rabbit that Christopher had kept tucked under his arm ever since.

So, it’s not entirely surprising that Buck is there when Edmundo wakes up.

The first indication is the bleeping on Edmundo’s heart monitor begins to increase in speed. Buck stops midsentence and turns in his chair. The first thing he notices is that Edmundo’s eyes are open, wide and fearful as he looks around the room.

In a flash, Buck is on his feet, book clattering to the floor, and he rushes over to Edmundo’s bedside.

“Hen!” he yells, praying his friend is close enough to hear. “Chimney! Someone, come quick!!”

Edmundo’s chest begins to heave as a heavy panic sets in and he raises his arms to claw at the breathing tube down his throat. Buck grabs his wrists and pins them to his size, and is surprised at the strength of the man. It takes no small amount of effort to keep him from ripping the tube out, or scrabbing at the IV lines in his arms.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, Hen and Chimney are coming, just breathe for me,” Buck says hurriedly as he watches Edmundo gag around the tube. He knows the man will be getting oxygen, but that won’t be stopping the feeling of suffocation, the feeling of obstruction in his throat.

Edmundo’s eyes bug out as he looks at Buck, gaze boring into him in a silent plea. Help me. Make it stop.

There’s a clattering of feet on linoleum as Hen, Chimney, and another medic Buck doesn’t know the name of all sprint into the cramped med bay.

“What’s going on, what happened?” Hen asks as she comes screeching to a halt, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on. Before Buck can even open his mouth, Chimney is grabbing the extubation equipment and barking orders at Hen and the medic, all three swarming Edmundo’s bedside.

Buck’s in the way, he knows it but he cannot make himself move. Instead, he takes both of Edmundo’s hands and laces their fingers together, squeezing lightly to give Edmundo something to focus on.

“Look at me, Edmundo,” he says as Hen peels off the tape keeping the tube in place. Edmundo’s eyes flick back towards Buck, his eyebrows scrunched together, and Buck’s stomach twists uncomfortably as he sees a tear slide down Edmundo’s cheek.

“That’s it, just keep your eyes on me.”

“Okay, extubating patient now. Hen, have suction at the ready. Jess, get the O2 mask,” Chimney orders, and there’s a fluffy of movement as everyone gets in position.

Buck looks away. He doesn’t want to watch the tube come out. He’s never been the best with medical things at the best of times and this.. well he’s not exactly sure why the thought of Edmundo in particular being in pain makes him so unhappy but it does. So he doesn’t watch, instead keeping his eyes trained firmly on his and Edmundo’s hands. It doesn’t escape his notice the way Edmundo’s knuckles go white as he clings to Buck for dear life.

There’s horrible wet noise followed by the sound of suction and a volley of wet coughs, before Buck hears a deep breath in. He chances a glance upwards and sees Edmundo, eyes open and sans tube for the first time he got to Sector 118. There’s an oxygen mask fitted over his face, fogging up with every breath Edmundo takes.

Instantly, relief flows through Buck like warm honey, filtering through his veins until he’s lighter and warmer than he’s been in days. Edmundo’s awake. Edmundo is breathing on his own. Edmundo’s alive.

Buck grins, unable to contain his joy. “Welcome back to the world of the living, Edmundo.”

“Eddie,” the guy croaks, and Buck blinks.

“Huh?”

“Name’s E-Eddie. Not Edmundo,” he rasps, before breaking out into a coughing fit. Buck rushes to help him upright, takes off the oxygen mask, and holds out a container as Edmundo – Eddie spits into it, his chest heaving from the force of his coughs. Buck rubs his back, murmuring reassuring words until Eddie takes a shaky breath and allows himself to rest back against his pillows.

No pressure tagging (for Friday or Saturday) @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @neverevan @babybibuck @aroeddiediaz

@bibuckbuckgoose @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @jesuisici33 @wikiangela

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@houseofevanbuckley @loserdiaz @elvensorceress @underwaterninja13 @rainbow-nerdss

@steadfastsaturnsrings @thewolvesof1998 @jehdogg @ohlookitsthearkhamknight @revenge-of-the-assbutt (lmk if you want to be added/removed)

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eddie diaz | the prophecy

#masterpiece #Buddie #buddie fanvid

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#911 bts #ryan guzman #oliver stark #aisha hinds #911 season 7 #911 on abc #911 promo

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You mean Oliver and Ryan were actually drunk when filming the karaoke scene?!?

No wonder they were drunk when they went to the 100th party celebrations!!

#loool #Buddie #911 promo #911 bts #oliver stark #911 season 7 #911 on abc

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Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @thekristen999 both of whom shared fics I cannot wait to read!! (And probably cry through 😁) 🩵💜

I have three more kiss prompts I'm working on, but since I already posted two and another whole fic this week, I'm trying to pace myself lol. We're all back in our shooting era (I never left 😅) so I'm hoping to get Eddie's second oh moment finished soon. I wrote this last night half asleep. Does it make sense? You tell me:

Loving Buck grew over time, like a vine in his chest, curling around his ribs and beneath his sternum to cradle his heart. The flowers bloomed before he even knew the vine was there. And now that he knows, now that he wants to feel the softness of the petals every time Buck's shoulder brushes his own, or admire the bright blooms every time Buck smiles- now that he knows he loves Buck, he can't. When he first met Buck, there might've been something there. Not exactly attraction, but… curiosity? Something about Buck made Eddie want to be close to him. And then they could've died together and Buck stepped into that ambulance with him without a second thought. Eddie was struggling to find help for Christopher, and too afraid to ask for it, but Buck brought him Carla without feeling like he had to ask. Then Shannon came back, and the vine that had been in his chest since they were kids came back to life and bloomed into bright yellow flowers he wanted to nurture and protect forever. Forever doesn't last long. So much happened in such a short time after that. The bombing, a tsunami, Chris' nightmares, Eddie's bruises. And a lawsuit that kept Buck separated from them. Maybe that's when the vine first started growing, trying to reach out of his chest in hopes of pulling Buck back. They had just lost Shannon, and the only other person Eddie wanted- needed- cut himself off. When they finally mended fences, the vine started growing again, and bloomed with blue flowers as bright as Buck's eyes even as they were splashed with blood. The shocked look on Buck's face flashes through Eddie's mind and he snaps his book shut as a reflex. Hen looks over at him from where she's sprawled across the other armchair. “What's wrong?” she asks. “You look like you saw a ghost.” Eddie glances around to see Buck and Chim both looking his way now. Fuck.

Absolutely no pressure tagging: @13shadesofanni @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @loveyouanyway

@daffi-990 @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @actuallyitsellie

@spagheddiediaz @theotherbuckley @wildlife4life @hippolotamus

@diazsdimples @steadfastsaturnsrings @ronordmann @fortheloveofbuddie

@bidisasterevankinard @rainbow-nerdss @kitteneddiediaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

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@idealuk @lin27 @misshiss727 @jshadow01

@smallandalmosthonest @weareallstoriesintheend11 @orangeboxfox92 and anyone else who wants to share!! 🩷🥰

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fuck it fridayyyyyyyyy

tagged by @dangerpronebuddie

oh you KNOW it's gotta be a snippet from don't just stand there. i'm hoping to have this totally finished by the time the next ep drops.

this is a bit from part four of the 5+1 eddie-keeps-walking-in-on-bucktommy-getting-nasty

He'd been thinking about the sex toy box all day. It had been a pretty slow shift, at least for the A-shift at the 118, and Tommy was on his two-off. When Bobby dismissed his team, Buck changed into his civvies fast enough to give himself whiplash, eager to spend the next twenty-four hours naked and satiated with his sweet, gentle, relentlessly seductive boyfriend. He was so keyed up that he was the first one out the door, while Eddie and Chim were still in the showers; Tommy was already waiting in the Jeep, having moved to the passenger seat, because he knew Buck loved to drive and he was so fucking thoughtful. Buck simply had to blow him about it. "Jesus, Evan," Tommy gasped - Buck had barely closed the driver's side door behind him before he was licking into Tommy's mouth and fumbling at his fly. "Whatever happened to how was your day, sweetheart?" "You can still talk with your dick in my mouth," Buck pointed out, pressing kisses along Tommy's jawline. He had a day's worth of stubble and it was driving Buck wild. "And my day was great, sweetheart, how was yours?"

none pressure with left beef tags under the cut!!!

@missmagooglie @comeon-intothemadhouse @aringofsalt @theotherbuckley @sadieb798

@casismybestfriend @devirnis @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @faggyangel @evanbi-ckley

@exstasiswings @moonstonediaz @babytrapperdiaz @buckttommy @rainbow-nerdss

@swiftieeddie @werewolfzero @karrieharrie @honorarybuckley @powersuitup

@usersiren @sunglassesmish @bigfootsmom

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Fuck It Friday

I was tagged by @smallandalmosthonest who is trying to murder all of us with their "Eddie keeps walking in on Buck and Tommy having thee nastiest sex" fic.

I am in rarepair hell, I do admit, but I also hope to actually finish the two Buddie fics I've been promising so, have a snippet from The Gang Plays D&D*:

Of course, Atton’s an idiot, so it takes Chim’s character Hae-in pointing it out for Atton to realize he’s got a crush. “So,” Hae-in says when Atton’s just stabbed a guy a few more times than necessary because the asshole jumped Imbolc, “are you ever going to tell him that you dream of kissing him under the moonlight or are poor underpaid knockoff assassins going to just keep suffering for your pent-up sexual frustration?” “I don’t have any pent-up sexual frustration,” Atton replies, stabbing the corpse one more time just for the hell of it. “Sure you don’t, buddy.” I can’t believe it took Atton that long to realize, Eddie texts Buck later on, clearly amused. Yeah, Buck texts back, his stomach weirdly in knots. What can I say, the guy’s high Intelligence and low Wisdom.

Who the hell is even writing. Um. @buckttommy and @princessfbi catch! *throws the hot potato at you*

*not the actual title, actual title pending

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I really hate to post something like this but lately my chest has really been bothering me so I'd like to get a binder but money is incredibly tight for my whole family rn so I don't have any chance to save up for something like this for myself as I have bills and groceries to contribute to with the small amount of money I'm able to make

So if anyone is able to support my binder goal even just a little bit it would be hugely appreciated I could even draw a little goober like this for you of any person or character if you'd like

Link to my Ko-fi is here https://ko-fi.com/mitsukikii

Thank you for even just reading this post, hope you have a lovely day!

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So I wrote a little something loosely based on this post I made about Eddie subconsciously associating his future wedding as being with Buck- I haven't written for ages but I thought if I was gonna make it into a fic I'd also have an accidental drunk confession to Buck in there- and this is that. If I ever wrote a whole fic of this there'd be no cheating so dw dw

"It must be nice," Buck says from the floor, "Marr-Marriaging, -having a wedding. I want that, I'd want-"

"I know what you want," Eddie laughs confidently from the empty tub. It feels very zen, lying here with his legs hooked over the circular tub, like lying inside a big cereal bowl. He is so drunk, and giddy and totally at peace with everything, "You want a spring wedding because you want a frankly ridiculous amount of flowers. You want it far enough away from the city that you can see the stars at night, but not so far that it'd cost too much for everyone to travel there. You like the idea of releasing lanterns but you're worried about the environment so you'd probably want - like- doves or butterflies instead-"

"Butterflies," Buck says from the floor, his voice thick, "Eddie, what-"

"M'not finished," Eddie continues with the gravitas of someone so hammered they cant feel their legs but who is nevertheless making an Important Point, "Butterflies, then. You want a light coloured suit, something that breathes well because you'll worry about sweating. Bobby would be doing the ceremony, so maybe Athena to walk you down the aisle? And of course Maddie as your best man. Woman. Person."

"… Maddie?"

"Well yeah," Eddie shrugs, transfixed by how the ceiling seems to be slowly tilting to the side, "Because Chris would be mine, and that way they can both be involved."

There's a frantic shuffling noise from the floor, and Buck's voice is much clearer when he speaks again, "Eddie. Eddie are you talking about- me and you getting married?"

"Who else?" And in his alcohol-soaked state, it's as simple as that- who else. God knows he's tried to fit other people into that role and they just never fit right because the void in his life is so decisively Buck-shaped. Haha, God knows, his chest begins to shake with silent laughter, it's funny, right? Because of the Catholicism.

"And that's-" Buck sounds kind of upset, which makes Eddie pause, why would Buck be upset when there's good booze and the ceiling is tilting and they're getting married? "That's something you want- the-the spring wedding and the butterflies and the-"

Oh, Buck's simply misunderstood, that's easy.

"I just wanna be the guy standing next to you."

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Fuck It Friday!

Thank you @tizniz and @bidisasterevankinard for tagging me!

Here's a little something from the next chapter of change the prophecy!

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“Do you ever feel like you’re living through other people?” He asks her, a couple of days after his conversation with Evan. They’re eating lunch at her place, just the two of them.

“What do you mean by that?” Maddie asks, sprinkling dressing on her salad. 

“Like, you only really exist for the people around you.” Daniel tries to explain. “And you aren’t really living your own life?”

Maddie frowns. “I think I felt like that a lot when I was married to Doug.”

Daniel nods. Right, that makes sense. Of course she would have felt something like that during that time. But… But maybe this is different?

“But you still had a life,” he tries to clarify. “Just one that that piece of shit was actively making miserable.”

Maddie narrows her eyes. “Okay, so what are we comparing that to, then? Someone who genuinely doesn’t have a life? A dead person?”

“Well, obviously not a dead person,” Daniel exhales. “I don’t feel like I’m dead.”

“Glad to hear it. So what do you mean?” 

Daniel exhales heavily. He doesn’t know how to explain without sounding absolutely insane. 

“Sometimes it feels like, outside you guys, and my job, I don’t really exist.”

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Ship/line ask: Bobby/Athena, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Hey Ren! Thanks for the ask!

I’ve never written for Bobby/Athena but I hope you like it! ☺️

“What do you think you’re doing?” Athena spat as she came around the corner to where Bobby was standing in the dark having just come in the door, car keys in his hand, drenched from the rare LA storm. His back turned to Athena as he was just closing the door.

Bobby immediately froze and his whole body tensed up. Shit. He’d been caught.

Lightning flickered through the windows and thunder roared as Bobby’s breath quickened. He heard his late wife’s voice echoing in his ears as he stood there with his eyes closed. Memories flashing through his eyes. Of that night. The fire. Losing the kids. The anger. The helplessness. Everything. Bobby felt tears prickling in his eyes before he was brought back to the present by Athena’s voice, which was much softer now.

“Baby? Are you okay?”

He felt Athena put her hand on his shoulder and he turned around to face her.

He took a deep breath. This was not like all the other times. No no no no, this was not like all the other times. He wasn’t relapsing. He had a reason to be out this time.

Another flash of lightning flashed through the windows, lighting up Bobby’s face, his eyes glazed over as he looked at her mournfully, water dripping down his face, his hair soaked, clinging to his forehead.

Athena looked into Bobby’s eyes and she put her hand on his cheek. Her face soft and eyes glistening as the successive flashes of lightning illuminated the room.

“Where were you? Why did you leave in the middle of the night?” She asked softly, her voice gentle almost as if she was talking to a spooked animal.

Bobby sighed and paused before he spoke, “it’s Buck. Ever since he told me about his coma dream we’ve developed a habit of texting each other good morning and goodnight. A reassurance of sorts for him” Bobby chuckled softly “ and me too, I guess. That the kid isn’t still attached up to that ECMO machine in the hospital or dangling from that ladder”

Athena was absentmindedly stroking Bobby’s hand with her thumb as she waited for him to continue.

Rain was pattering softly against the window now as Bobby continued, “I was having a nightmare about Buck, that-that we didn't get to him in time and his body was just hanging there, a corpse all the life sucked out of him by the lightning. And-and I was woken up by the thunder and lightning and my first thought was-"

"Buck" Athena finished for him as Bobby looked up from his gaze which was focused downward on athena's hand now cupping his own. The two locked eyes as he nodded.

"So I fumbled for my phone and texted him, because I know he's usually up during thunderstorms-I know because I am too. But he didn't respond. So I called him and he didn't pick up. twice. Now Athena, I know he was probably asleep but my brain was running a million miles a minute. I had to go check on him and make sure he was okay. that was he was here. and breathing. and alive."

Bobby looked at Athena curiously, expecting her to be angry like his late wife that night-no this wasn't that night, he wasn't relapsing-or at least respond with her usual fiery attitude, but she didn't say anything-the silence deafening to Bobby.

Athena seemed to notice the worry crossing Bobby's face as she hummed and she squeezed Bobby's hand. bring him back to the present. a reminder that he was here. and safe and that she wasn't going anywhere. She brought Bobby's hand to her lips and kissed it gently, never letting go of his hand, before she asked softly asked, "so what happened when you got there? How was Buck?"

A twinkle of fondness appeared in Bobby's eyes and he softly smiled as he relived the memory, "Well, I got inside with my key, and I was just going to peak in Buck's bedroom to make sure he was in fact asleep, and if he was up I was going to talk to him for awhile before coming back. And when I looked in Buck's bedroom, Buck was in fact asleep, in Eddie's arms. Eddie must've come over because he knows how much Buck hates storms since the lightning."

Athena chuckled lightly at that, "Those two really care about each, other, don't they?"

The two gave each other a knowing look before Athena continued,

"Well, it seems like Buck is doing just fine tonight, and he has Eddie to take care of him, so now, let me take care of you. Why don't we get you out of these wet clothes and into some dry ones before we head back to bed, baby. We've still got a couple of hours before we need to be up"

Bobby nodded in agreement as he shivered, finally realizing how cold he was from the wet clothes that were clinging to his skin, making him feel damp and drafty, even in the warmth of the hallway. He looked down and discovered he was standing in a puddle of water.

As the two began walking toward the bedroom, Bobby spoke,

"Thanks Athena, for you know, not being mad about me sneaking out"

Athena looked at him curiously before it registered what he was referring to.

"Baby, I understand why you were out. It's not that often we get thunderstorms, and I know how much you care about Buck"

Bobby smiled at that, "Yeah I do"

She kissed his cheek as she motioned for him to follow her toward the bedroom, "Let's go get you cleaned up, and head back to bed, okay?"

As she led him into the bedroom, his hand still cupped in hers, Bobby exhaled and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding,

Yes, he wasn't relapsing, and things would be alright, even if just for tonight. Buck had someone keeping watch for him, to comfort him throughout any nightmares that came up during the rest of the storm, and Bobby did too, his beautiful wife, gosh he didn't know what to do to deserve her sometimes.

Athena turned around now in the doorway while Bobby was still at its edge, "well are you coming or are you just going to stand there?"

Bobby smiled, "I'm coming my wife, let's go back to bed"

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