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[loserdiaz]

16. someone's pulling a gun and you're jumping in the middle of it

If it sparks joy ☺️❤️

so i was in an angsty mood, hope you like it <3

They weren't at a call, they weren't supposed to face danger that day.

It's all Buck can think about as he stares down the barrel of a gun.

It's their day off and Buck had plans, alright? This was supposed to be the perfect day.

The perfect first date.

The restaurant is really fancy, with the most expensive wine that Buck has ever seen and all the tables looked like straight out of a historical movie or some shit like that. The menu is full of weird names, half of which Buck can't even pronounce.

But it's his first date with Eddie and he wants it to be just perfect. A night neither of them would ever forget.

He wants to show Eddie he made the right choice when he gave Buck a chance.

There's classic music playing in the background, the sound of piano and violins floating through the air and making Buck relax in his seat.

And then— there's a loud crash, one of the windows at the front of the restaurant breaking and pieces of glass flying everywhere.

For a second, Buck doesn't know what's going on. For a second he's just confused.

And then—

"Nobody move! I said nobody fucking move! A man in a mask is carrying a gun. His movements are erratic and fast, almost maniac.

Buck's heart clenches inside his heart.

Eddie makes a sound and then he's standing up. Because of course he is, Buck thinks— remembers the way Eddie didn't even flinch that time they were taken hostages by the prison guy.

"Eddie." He mutters, as low as he can as to not catch any unwanted attention.

It doesn't work.

"I said nobody fucking move!" The man yells and Buck— Buck watches as the gun is pointed towards Eddie.

The sense of deja vu pooling in his stomach is sickening and he wants to throw up.

No.

Not again.

Buck moves before he can think twice about it, jumping over the table and placing his body in front of Eddie's, like some kind of human armor.

There's a loud gunshot, but the choked desperate sound that Eddie makes on the back of his throat might be even louder.

Buck feels himself falling to the ground and then Eddie's face is above his.

"Evan! What did you do? What have you—" Eddie is frantic, his hands shaking and hovering above Buck's body.

He frowns.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Buck asks.

Was Eddie shot?

Please God, not again. Buck can't go through that again.

"W-what?" Eddie laughs, but it's sharp and bitter and there's not a trace of humor in it. It's hysterical if anything. "No, I wasn't shot. You got in the way of the bullet, you idiot." He choked out and he's— He's crying.

Eddie never cries.

The last time Eddie cried he was broken and on the floor, hugging a baseball bat.

That was two years ago.

"E-eddie?"

And oh.

Oh

Eddie presses down on his abdomen and Buck feels it.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. Just— Don't talk. Don't— Hold on for me." Eddie says, his voice trembling and his tears falling down his cheeks and into Buck's face.

Buck mouths something with trembling lips but no sound comes out— just a garbled noise.

Buck can taste the blood. His own blood.

Well, that's not good.

There's a lot of background noise, screams and orders being yelled but none of that matters.

If Buck dies right there, he'll do it as he stares at Eddie.

"Hold on for me, baby. Please. Please." Eddie is begging above him and Buck wants to listen to him.

But he's so tired.

A weak hand comes up and reaches for Eddie, his thumb caressing that beauty mark under his eye that Buck loves so much.

He leaves a trace of blood in its wake and that's—

He tainted Eddie.

Buck wants to apologize but he can't speak. He can't breathe.

"You have to stay awake, baby, okay?" Eddie is saying above him. "You have to hold on for me. So then you can take me on another first date— no offense but this one really fucking sucked." Eddie lets out a wet chuckle. "So we won't count this one. We'll go on another one and that one will be our first, alright? And then you'll have to take me on a second one. And a third one." Eddie says and Buck thinks that sounds like a good plan.

He likes the way Eddie thinks.

"Stay awake, Buck! Don't close your eyes." Eddie pats his cheeks a couple times and Buck's eyes flutter but he fights against uncociousness.

"W-what else?" He asks weakly, his words slurring and dragging and he's not sure if Eddie understood any of that.

But of course he did.

"W-what else?" Eddie's voice breaks but he has this small smile etched ln his face, fond and quiet and just a little sad at the edges. "Well, we'll have to let the team know about us... eventually. They all will be happy, of course. Hen will order a cake and they'll throw a ridiculous party but it'll be fun." Eddie's hand keep pressing against Buck's wound but he can barely feel it.

It doesn't really hurt.

That's really bad, isn't it?

"And then you'll move in. In a couple of months." Eddie keeps talking. "Is it too soon to talk about that? I don't think it is. We've known each other for years and this— this was inevitable, right? At least for me." Eddie's lower lip trembles. "Since the moment you shook my hand in the back of an ambulance and promised to have my back? It was a fone deal for me. I knew I would love you. I knew you would ruin me for anyone else."

Buck smiles, or at least he tries to. He's not sure if he pulls it off.

"Ditto." He rasps out, low and weak but he thinks Eddie hears it anyway by the way his eyes soften.

And then the darkness wins and Buck closes his eyes.

-

He wakes up in the back of an ambulance with his hand in between Eddie's. There's paramedics working around him but Buck doesn't care.

He keeps his eyes on Eddie.

His hair is a mess and his brown warm eyes are puffy and red around the edges. His clothes are stained red with blood and there's a trace of it on his cheek.

He looks—

Awful, Buck thinks. Eddie's skin is pale and ashen and the fluorescent lights of the ambulance aren't doing him any favors either.

And yet— it's the most beautiful thing that Buck has ever seen.

"Hey." He chokes out, the oxygen mask resting uncomfortably against his face and making forming words a little difficult.

Eddie grins, relieved and so soft, tender and adoring. "Hey."

[messyhairdiaz]

Hiii! Can I request number 6. "Can you come over? I need your cooking," for a 'married' friends buddie prompt ☺️ if it sparks anything!

Anonymous Said: how about "Can you come over? I need your cooking," from the list :)

Buck’s just trying to decide what to make for dinner when his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket, Eddie’s face gracing his screen.

“Hello,” he answers, tucking the phone between his cheek and shoulder so he has his hands free to sort through the contents of his fridge.

“Can you come over? I need your cooking,” Eddie says, sounding extremely frazzled.

Buck shuts the fridge and leans back against the island. “I mean. Yeah, of course, but what’s going on? You’re probably a better cook than I am at this point.”

“Christopher has a sinus infection. When I got home this morning Carla said he hadn’t been feeling well, so I kept him home from school and took him to the doctor for antibiotics. But now he wants soup and I’ve offered him everything, Abuela’s recipe, Bobby’s recipe, fucking Campbell’s, but he wants your soup, and—” Eddie pauses, taking a deep breath. All of that had come out in a big rush. He sounds like he’s at wit’s end, and Buck can understand that. He didn’t even know until now and already his heart is breaking at the idea of Christopher being sick, he’s sure Eddie’s been through the wringer today. ”Please?” He tacks on, as if Buck would refuse.

“I’ll be there as soon as I’ve gathered the ingredients,” Buck hastens to agree. “But—My recipe is Bobby’s recipe, did you tell him that?”

“Yeah. He says yours is just better. Honestly though, I think he just really wants you here.”

Buck pauses where he’d been stuffing a box of dry pasta into a reusable grocery bag. “I—oh,” he manages.

“Don’t act surprised, Buck, he loves you.”

“No, I know.” He clears his throat. “I’ll uh, I’ll be there soon, ok?”

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief.

——

Hours later, after soup has been made, and consumed, and a pitiful Christopher has been coaxed into a heavy steam shower and into bed with the promise that Buck will still be there in the morning when he wakes, Buck and Eddie find themselves side by side, quietly washing dishes. A familiar routine.

“You know, it wasn’t just Chris,” Eddie says, voice low, eyes trained on the soup bowl he’s drying.

Buck pauses and peers at him. He seems fine, but—“Do you have a sinus infection too?” He asks, brow furrowed.

Eddie huffs a little breath, amused. “No, Buck, I’m fine. I just mean…it wasn’t just Chris that wanted you here tonight. I wanted you here too. I wanted you here all day, taking care of him with me.”

Buck’s lips part and he blinks, trying to make sense of this. “I—I would’ve come. I would’ve helped.”

Eddie looks at him, his depth of knowledge of Buck shining through them. They both know there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for them. “I don’t just want you here for help, though,” he says. “You know that, right? Just like Chris didn’t want you here just for soup. We just…Want you here. We kind of hate it when you leave.”

Buck’s breath catches in his throat. Somehow he finds enough to speak anyway. “I hate leaving.”

Eddie dries his hands on a dish towel and fits a palm around the curve of Buck’s jaw. “Then don’t do it anymore. Stay.”

So he does.

[honestlydarkprincess]

💀💀💀

“N-no, that’s great, thanks,” Buck swallowed roughly. It did something to him, hearing the nurse call Eddie his boyfriend. He felt pleased and he wished it was true.

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[theyarnmaidstale]

Owww pls do tell me more about your Maddie and Eddie BFFs fic! 👀💕

Helloooo!!!!

Gladly!! So the Maddie and Eddie BFFs fic is essentially a reboot of canon where, instead of Eddie joining the 118, he joins the 133 and meets 911 Dispatcher Maddie Buckley while on a call. Over the course of a couple weeks, they become friends, and eventually Eddie meets Buck. There's threads of jealous chaos, just regular ole chaos, woven through a story of found family, friendship, and accidentally falling in love with your best friend's brother.

[queerbuckleys]

No. 10 "please. please just listen to me." For Buddie for the romantic confession prompts 🥺

also for @xjustonemoremiraclex who requested #26 as well :) coma!buck is real to me, hollywood coma/ medical inaccuracies, and i promise it's not as angsty as it could be~enjoy~ 10. "please. please just listen to me." 26."please...say something."

Eddie never thought he'd come that close again. Sure there was the truck, and the embolism, but so much has changed since those things. And he knows that Buck has been in his shoes three too many times since then, well, not exactly in his shoes he doesn't think. Unless his best friend had been in love with him for the past 3 years. Yeah, who's he kidding himself with that one. So he sits in the hospital for far too long, Maddie and Bobby are the ones that force him to go home the most often. He brings Christopher a few times. and sometimes life cannot be avoided. And he hates that. It feels weird to be navigating the world without Buck at least smiling brightly somewhere in it. But he sits in the chair, and the nurses know him by name, and they never question who he is to Buck. And he talks to him. Tells him about the calls they've been on, what Christopher's science projects are, and the grade he got on the short story for English class. It's been three weeks, and Eddie is getting desperate. "Please. Please just listen to me. We need you. Not just all of us as a unit, we do, but," he pauses and swallows past the burning lump in his throat, "I need you, Buck. So please, if you can hear me, come back to me, listen to me tell you that you don't need to go. The world is so much brighter with you in it, we are better off because of you. I am. Please, I can't do this again. I can't lose another person. Not you. Especially not you. And I can't regret not saying this to you at least once, so I-" Buck's hand twitches in his, and he snaps his head up to Buck's face where his eyes land on blue that is dulled but still holds that sparkle that is indelible. "Please...say something. I'm not gonna believe it until you do." Buck just stares past him at the tray where the water pitcher and glass have been waiting. "Oh! I, yeah. I got it." Buck pats his hand to tell him it's okay and thank you. Eddie waits nervously as Buck downs the entire plastic cup, asks for another one and finally clears his throat. "Were you really going to just do what I thought you were going to do?" his voice is fragile and a half raspy whisper. "What do you think I was about to do?" Eddie does not squeak. "I think you were going to do something ridiculously stupid. So stupid in fact it pulled me out of a coma because I know we deserve better than a cold, artificial hospital room. You deserve better. And I want to be wearing better clothes." Eddie sits there processing each word carefully, "So you..." Buck nods, "and you want to..." Buck nods again. "Turns out coma dreams can be very enlightening." Buck smiles and Eddie smiles back holding Buck's hand like he's afraid to let go.

[markofalover]

I JUST HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN OVER YOU FIC "put my heart inside your palms" ASSDFFGHHHJJKKLLLL 💗

😭 i’m glad you liked it!!! <3 <3

[princessfbi]

if you could only eat one toast spread every time you have toast for the rest of your life what would it be???

Also hi 😁💕

Ooooohhhhhh!!!!! Does a scrambled egg count? I'll do toast with a scrambled egg and some hot sauce for breakfast sometimes. Otherwise I think I'd have to say nutella!

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[thosetwofirefighters]

"What if I didn't like it?"

For the starter sentence prompt ily xx 💜

meeeeegs I'm sorry I wrote this and then overthought it and let it sit on my laptop for weeks hehe anyway I love you! thank you for this lovely sentence prompt <3

send me a sentence and i'll write the next five whatever it inspires

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“What if I didn’t like it?” Eddie refuses to look up from the mug of coffee in his hand, speaking quietly. He’s tense—has been since Pepa first told him about the date she’d set up with Vanessa. He had wanted to tell her that morning but just going along with it was easier.

The date had gone well, all things considered. Vanessa could’ve stormed out, thrown her drink in his face, or told her tia—and by extension Pepa—everything Eddie had told her. Instead, she’d smiled at him—not as pityingly as it could’ve been—and softly told him to talk to his tia. So now, a few days later, here he is drinking coffee and eating conchas in Tia Pepa’s living room and attempting to come out to her without swallowing his tongue.

“Then you try a different restaurant, Edmundo,” Pepa responds lightly, like it’s obvious. She’s always been good at reading him, so he can’t imagine she doesn’t notice the stiffness in his shoulders, the tension in his jaw. He’s not sure why she’s ignoring it—usually, she’d be pestering him to tell her what’s wrong—but he’s grateful she’s letting him go at his own pace.

“I’ve got a list, if you’re interested,” she continues. “Multiple lists actually—date ideas, some of my other friends’ nieces and daughters. I know being set up by your old tia might not be the most attractive idea, but you’ve just gotta find the right woman.”

She grabs his hand, the one not wrapped tightly around his coffee mug. He lets her keep it, takes comfort in the familiar pressure of her hand in his, and tries not to worry that this might be the last time he’ll be able to. For a moment, he feels guilty about worrying—this is Tia Pepa, his favorite aunt, the one person who has always been on his side—but then he remembers what his parents—his father—had said when he’d tried having this conversation with them at nineteen. He knows Pepa and trusts her so much, but he’d trusted his parents too.

“No, it’s not—” He sighs, not sure how to begin. There’s a beat of silence, Pepa watching with curious eyes. “That’s not what I meant,” he continues. “The date was—Vanessa was fine. That’s not the issue, it—it’s me.”

“Edmundo, what are you talking about?” Pepa asks, squeezing his hand. The touch is comforting, encouraging, but she looks at him like he’s crazy. “You aren’t—you’re not an issue that needs to be solved. I know it’s scary—being alone—but we just need to find you the right woman.”

“Tia, please,” Eddie pleads, meeting her eyes for the first time since they sat down. “You don’t need to find me a woman—that’s not—I’m not—my person isn’t going to be a woman.”

Her gaze softens, her hold on his hand tightening briefly before she pulls away from him.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“Oh, mi Edmundo,” she says, reaching up to place a warm hand on his shoulder. “You have nothing to apologize for. I am so sorry that you’ve been holding this in for so long, that you didn’t think you could tell me. That you thought I would judge you.” She shakes her head sadly, reaching a hand up to brush away the few tears Eddie lets fall.

“Te amo,” she continues. “Always. Nothing could ever change that.”

Eddie’s throat tightens, and he takes a deep breath to stave off more tears. “Thank you. I’ve been—I didn’t mean to hide it from you, and I knew—hoped—that you’d be supportive, but I was just so…worried.”

“It’s okay,” she says. “I understand, Eddie.”

She stands then, disappearing into the kitchen, returning after a moment with a new plate of conchas and the coffee pot, topping off Eddie’s and refilling her own. Eddie’s eyes drift back to his mug when Pepa disappears again, watching the dark coffee dance with the cream already in the cup. Tia Pepa returns, sitting in the same spot next to him and setting a notepad that she’d pulled out from some drawer on her lap.

“Now,” she starts, “what are you looking for in a man?”

Eddie barks out a surprised laugh, shaking his head fondly. “I’m not looking for a man, Tia.”

“Edmundo, please.”

“No, Tia, you don’t understand,” Eddie says, grinning. “It’s not that I don’t want someone, I just—I’ve already found him.”

She pauses, her mug halfway to her mouth, and for a moment, confusion flits across her face before her expression melts, and Eddie almost cries again at the giddiness in her smile. “Buck?” she asks softly, hopefully.

Eddie nods. “I haven’t—he doesn’t know yet.”

“But you’ll tell him, right? Soon?”

“I’ve been waiting for the right moment.”

She smiles wider. “Don’t wait much longer, or Christopher and I will have to step in, okay? You’ve been alone for too long already, mi sobrino.”

Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes. “I’m not alone, Tia. Buck and I aren’t together—”

“Yet,” Pepa interjects.

“Yet —hopefully. But that doesn’t mean I’m alone,” Eddie continues. “I haven’t been alone for a while.”

Pepa takes a long sip of her coffee before setting it back down onto the table in front of them and reaching a warm hand out to pat Eddie’s shoulder. “I’m so happy for you, mijo.”

[gracieryder]

I just wanna take a minute to thank you for saving me from the most boring long distance car tip last week. I ran out of episodes of the dispatch podcast but I had loved your episode and you talking about your podfics and I'd never listened to a podfic before so I downloaded two of yours (I hate accidents & these are my stompin' grounds) for my trip and it was perfect and amazing so thank you thank you for all your hard work 🙏🏼💕

AHHHH!!! WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF PODFICS, BBY!!! 🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖

They are PERFECT for road trips. I'm so glad you enjoyed them!

(Gotta drag @burnthatbridge though. People are clamoring for new episodes, Rachel! Wya!? 😂)

(And look @benjaminrussell and @morganofthefairies. Your fics kept someone company. 🥰)

I really am so happy to know you liked them, babe. And that they were able to make the trip go by faster for you! 💃🏻

Thank YOU for the lovely message! 🥺❤️

[hippolotamus]

HI! 18 & 29 for the AO3 wrapped asks? 💕

Hello!!!!!!

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

For published works: Michael Grant

For WIP: Natalia Dollenmeyer

Both because I had/have never written them before, so trying to get their tone, voice and mannerisms down was/is a challenge.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

WOW this is rude 😉 I finally settled on a passage from the you're where I wanna go WIP

“Eddie?” Buck’s voice cracks on the single word, as if his vocal cords are readjusting to a long forgotten language. “Is it really- How- how are you here?” Eddie’s eyebrows crinkle in confusion while his mouth forms a soft, fond smile. “Are you feeling alright? I’m always here. You’re the one who’s been gone.”  Before he can stop himself, Buck grips Eddie’s free hand. The dam of emotions breaks open, leaving hot, salty tracks flowing freely.  “No,” he cries. “No, Eddie, I’m here. I never wanted to leave. You have to know that.” “I do. I promise, darlin’, I’ve never forgotten.” Eddie gently wipes away the tears, though they’re quickly replaced. His smile fades then, lips pursing together. He averts his gaze as if he can’t stand to look at Buck anymore. “I, um, I guess it’s my turn now.” Buck doesn’t know for certain what Eddie’s about to say, but he has a pretty good guess. Because he’s already acquainted with the shape of the words sitting on his own tongue, sharp and acidic as they destroyed him before spilling out of his mouth despite his efforts to keep them contained. He recalls the tension in his jaw and shoulders, the way his insides felt like they were tying in knots.  “Please, Eds. Don’t. Don’t say it,” Buck pleads. Desperation claws its way up his throat and over his teeth. He pushes himself to sit upright, scrambling to crash their lips together. If he can prevent Eddie from speaking then everything can stay the way it is. Nothing has to change. Except he doesn’t make it. Eddie pulls away before he can eliminate the distance between them, gripping Buck’s chin to hold him back.  “You tried, Buck. I’ll always remember that. I want to stay here with you, but time’s up.” And then the most devastating words of all. “I don’t have a choice. As much as I wish I did, I don’t.”  Eddie stands, looming over Buck who tries to chase him. It’s no use. Buck’s limbs are heavy, weighing him down and preventing him from moving. Even his voice is gone, trapped and unable to cry out. To beg for one more minute.  It feels like divine retribution, or a self constructed purgatory, as he’s forced to watch Eddie leave. As he hears the thud of boots striking the floor, sees long fingers wrap around the doorknob, turning it with a sense of surety as if Eddie is simply doing what needs to be done. 

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[loserdiaz]

I WILL SURPASS YOUR BOOPAGE!!!!

ily xx 💕🥹

KSJSJS SORRY FOR BEING SO ANNOYING WITH THE BOOPS ILYYYYYY

[loveyourownsmiilee]

Heyyy beautiful Juju! So 6x08 got a title change?? Any thoughts on how this might relate to shirtless Eddie and the potential for a spicy dream cos my mind is going in loops now

Hi my lovely!!! So I did have a lot of thoughts and I made a few posts last night! I’ll post them here in case you missed it!!

This one was a speculation post based off my observation of that sexy picture and his arm tattoo being covered!

Then I answered one ask about why I find Ryan posting his physique to be pertinent to the show/Eddie. What it must mean esp if they’re filming 6.08.

Finally I answered another ask where I kinda explained why I think he was filming with Oliver and why him posting that photo is important.

In other words, I have A LOT of thoughts about this topic and I honestly believe him having that physique has to do with a fantasy dream. I am willing to delete my entire blog and vanish forever if I’m wrong about this 😂😂😂 (watch me be so far off)

[honestlydarkprincess]

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[saybiwithme]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Thank you Meegs! ❤️

Music, for sure. I just remembered a song that I haven’t listened to in ages so I’m vibing rn

Writing!

Playing video games, making my way through dragon age inquisition rn

Mutuals! They make me so very happy.

Lizzie, she is the cutest cat I can’t. Here’s the latest one I took of her

[useramor]

👉🏼🍓👈🏼

i feel like i’ve known you forever. which makes no sense we don’t even talk rly but you still have the vibes of someone whose dms i could slide into and we’d just click. i love that energy and i love finding it here with you. i think ur rad!!!

[shortsighted-owl]

I like you and your writing very much ☺️😘

Seeing this just as I’m falling asleep and awwww Meegs you lovely human bean ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for your lovely words x