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reblog if you’re a sick fuck

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hey, what do you remember about getting shot?

(x.)

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i love the idea of eddie trying to woo buck and buck swooning and being all like ‘he’d be the perfect husband sigh too bad he’s straight’ all while eddie is trying to charm the pants off of buck - which is clearly not a straight thing to do - and eventually eddie comes to the conclusion that buck’s just not into him

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y’all ever read a fanfic that you cannot believe an author just wrote for free?? what an honor it is to read a piece of someone’s soul they shared out of nothing but love for a piece of media. what a privilege it is to be allowed their talent because you share an interest!!

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@summerofbuddie week one: summertime adventures

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fuck it friday

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Eddie pushes his shorts and underwear down his own hips, and Buck takes that cue, takes them from Eddie’s hands and tugs them off all the way.

Buck practically falls to his knees after, even though he stays on the bed. He crouches, bends his head low, digs his hands into Eddie’s thighs.

Eddie lets them fall open. Buck probably wants to touch him, maybe look at him. If it were anyone else, Eddie would avoid it. He doesn’t need to be stared at, scrutinized, objectified. He doesn’t like to have anyone this close.

But he would let Buck. It’s Buck.

Buck’s hands tremble against Eddie’s legs. He bends lower and places the softest, lightest kiss just above Eddie’s knee. His eyes are squeezed shut and he pants hot rushed puffs of breath against the inside of Eddie’s thigh.

“Eddie,” he says quietly, so quiet but so heavy with longing. Years of longing? Like how Eddie also feels like nothing but gaping emptiness? “Eddie. You’re so— Eddie.”

Eddie’s heart is loud in his own ears. Is looking at him too much? Seeing him naked is too much? Buck’s seen him naked plenty. Not like this. Nothing like this. But still. They’ve changed in front of each other thousands of times. They lived together for six months. They helped each other bathe when the other was injured. Which is a whole other kind of intimacy. It’s not this.

Buck rests his face against the inside of Eddie’s thigh, and Eddie’s pretty sure the wetness sliding over his leg is Buck’s escaped tears.

Eddie presses teeth into his lower lip and reaches down until he can sift his fingers through Buck’s thick curls. It makes Buck whimper a tortured, lonely sound that breaks Eddie’s heart.

He knows that sound. He knows that feeling. Eddie shivers, aches with it the same way Buck does.

“Come here,” Eddie whispers gently. He sits up a little, strokes Buck’s soft hair, and urges him with both hands to be closer.

Buck listens to him without question, and it feels forbidden, mythical, fantastical, miraculous.

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casual survey: reblog if you want to kiss a girl right now

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a good sailor will always return to the sea

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New Fic: The Truest Stars We Know

IT'S HERE! A fun, romantic little AU based on a real life encounter at the Griffith Observatory. Set rougly in S3, but completely canon divergent, Shannon lives, Eddie is an astronomer - kinda! For my wonderful friend @pantsaretherealheroes

Summary:

Eddie works at the Griffith Observatory. He's recently divorced, stressed, and generally considered a grouch by most people who encounter him. Oh, and he doesn't like tourists. Except for one - a firefighter who finds his grouchiness surprisingly endearing.

Snippet:

It’s eleven thirty. Eddie should be doing event scheduling and other program management. He should be answering emails. He should be checking in on the planetarium show staff. Instead, he’s walking out onto the roof, for the sixth time, only to find that it’s an absolute zoo. The lineup for the solar telescope tour is not single file and neat against the wall like it’s supposed to be. It’s like a dropped coil of human rope, with people standing every which way in a serpentine trail, bumping into distracted selfie takers and vloggers. It’s a tripping hazard. It’s chaotic. It makes Eddie want to shout. 

So he more or less does. 

“Okay, people!” He announces loudly as he walks into the anarchical crowd. “The lineup for the solar telescope tour should be against the wall. Don’t just stand in the middle of the roof, move against the wall, that way.” 

He motions to the left with his hands. 

“Is there a sign that says that?” He hears a woman whisper.

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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Eddie will never know exactly what makes it finally click for him, but the second it does, there's no going back.

Maybe it's divine intervention. Maybe it's Bobby's ghost; maybe it's Shannon's. Maybe it's the way that Buck had smiled at him that morning over a bowl a cereal.

Could have been the way Buck had spent all of last night helping Chris research his paper on the Cold War, excitement pouring out of him while Chris smiled at him like he was better than ice cream. Or maybe it was the fondness on Buck's face when Chris had told them he wanted Bobby's lasagna and Buck's bread pudding for his birthday meal.

Maybe it's the way the sun is currently streaming through the kitchen window, turning Buck's two day stubble into burnished copper and gold.

He knows it could be any one of a million normal things that go on between them in any given day that just all of a sudden landed differently. But as far as Eddie is concerned, it doesn't actually matter why or how or when. It only matters that it is.

With a clarity he's never felt before, he realizes he's not looking for a way out or an excuse to push it away. He's done running from the good things in his life. He's done being afraid to take what he wants. He's done being a spectator in his own life.

What he does know is that he can't seem to look away from how beautiful Buck is at this very moment. It's not a thought he's had before and not one he'd ever thought he'd have in the first place, but it's a rock solid truth that goes bone deep. Buck is beautiful, and Eddie wants him, and that's all there is to it.

He can't look away from the unruly way Buck's hair curls across his forehead or the way his hands work the dough across the island. He's mesmerized by the way Buck's face is flushed with exertion and how there's a small smudge of flour high on his cheekbone from where he used the back of his hand to scratch an itch. Eddie has the sudden urge to wipe it away, to rub his thumb over the same spot, maybe press a gentle kiss there just to watch Buck blush.

There's a burning inside him, and he wonders if this is what a volcano feels like just before it erupts. All bubbling fire and cresting heat as its lava slowly works its way up, up, up to the mouth of the mountain before spilling over in an explosive inferno.

He has a driving need to move, to touch, to taste, to have. There's an urgency under his skin, it almost makes him itch. He realizes he can't stand here, in this spot that seems so far away from what he wants, for even one more second.

Buck startles when Eddie reaches him, his head comes up, a question in his eyes, but Eddie just takes the dough from his hands and sets it further up on the cutting board. He does touch the flour on Buck's cheek briefly before he slides his hand behind Buck’s neck, fingers splaying wide against the back of his head. He sees the confusion on Buck's face turn to surprise, and then something else, something almost like anticipation and then hope as Eddie slowly pulls him forward.

When there's only air between them, and Eddie's mouth is a mere inch from Buck's, he runs his nose along Buck's cheekbone smearing the flour onto his own face. Eddie hears Buck's sharp inhale. It makes him smile, lets his bottom lip just barely graze Buck's cherry pink upper lip.

Not wasting another second Eddie slants his mouth over Buck's in a kiss that leaves no room for doubt about who Buck is to him and what he wants.

Kissing Buck is everything he's always thought first kisses should be. Awkward for just a split second until they're both there, and then everything falls into place and they ebb and flow like a tide, trading soft and short and long and deep kisses back and forth until they're both breathless with it.

When Buck pulls back and his eyes flutter open a smile splits his face when he asks, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Eddie says before diving back in for another kiss. They don't break apart until much later when they hear crutches coming down the hallway.

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Bellarke + height difference through the seasons.

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Something about that couch

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man, The Character really strikes me as someone who would struggle with Same Problems I Have, for no apparent reason

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Evan 'Buck' Buckley - S1 versus S8 9-1-1

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months