#wikiangela

[hippolotamus]

📝📝📝📝 for make me write pls ❤️🥰

Of course 🥰 I was going to stick to the 4 lines you asked for, but I got carried away and needed someone else to cry with me. Bon appetit (and I'm sorry... kinda)

Smaller hands wrap around his and Lucy’s asking him a question but it’s all garbled, like he’s underwater.   “Buck? Can you hear me? Answer me. Evan!”  Her voice is floaty and distant, carrying an urgency she so rarely uses, always the level-headed sense of reason. He can’t bring himself to react to it, to answer her. He remains frozen in place, staring at the man in their entryway. The man who is sheepishly staring back at him while audaciously resembling the love of his life.  “Hello, Buck.” Eddie says softly, his calm manner of speaking breaking through to pull Buck from his haze. The intonation matches every memory from before. All of the conversations and laughter as they worked side by side, hushed confessions, cries of pleasure. The hesitant disbelief seeking confirmation about their future. Harsh, embittered words shouted across a too small room that eventually melted to wet, salty kisses and improbable assurances.

also asked by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons

np tagging some others who have shown interest @statueinthestone @tizniz @one-aye-teen @watchyourbuck @kitteneddiediaz

@bi-buckrights @spotsandsocks @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @theotherbuckley @giddyupbuck 💞

[bibuckkinard]

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Thank you, Vicki!

Also, I think I misunderstood that if someone sent me more than one of a certain emoji, then you do that number of sentences? So two stars is six sentences? Oh well. Sorry to anyone I did that to. I've been so excited about being tagged in these, lol.

⭐Buck and Tommy are trapped somewhere, Tommy's hurt worse (bucktommy)

You guys inspired to finish this one, so it's a full fic now! 😁 Tumbling Down

☀️note/post it note fic (bucktommy)

prev snippet here

Soon, it turns into something they do for each other regularly and with no real schedule. Sure, it's great for when they're on opposing shifts but Buck has also been in the kitchen making dinner, and left a note on a gallon of milk for Tommy to find later about how much he likes his face. Then Tommy comes into their bedroom and kisses him slow and sweet and really, it works out well.

There's always so much that Buck wants to say to Tommy at any given time. How much he appreciates him, how much he loves him, and how much he's grateful to have him in all aspects of their lives together.

And it's when Tommy's in the hospital that the notes get just a little out of hand.

🌷Tommy calls Buck 'buck' fic-something to do with his parents? (bucktommy)

Snippet 1 here

Snippet 2 here

Tommy doesn't think Evan heard her, he's still happily playing with his niece. So he turns to Margaret and says, "I can attest that he's plenty grown, thank you."

Maddie damn near does a spit take of the drink that she'd, unfortunately, chosen that moment to take a sip of.

Margaret's face goes red and Tommy inwardly grins, but works to keep his face outwardly pleasant.

"And just what does that mean?" Margaret splitters.

"Oh, you know, just that he's a thirty-three year old man, in a dangerous job, in a relationship with another person for the last two years. I'd say that's pretty mature, don't you think?"

[girlwonder-writes]

lilac and breeze 🥰

[queerdiazs]

I'm obsessed with like everything you write and so intrigued by all the wips aaahhhh

but gimme buck's line snaps and eddie takes the blame!!! 👀👀👀

@try-set-me-on-fire asked for this wip too so i'm gonna smash these asks together like lil barbies, mwah

this is one of my bad things happen fics (and i'm struggling to decide what slot to put it under lmao) where buck's line on the winch snaps and eddie is blamed for gross negligence of machinery. buck's fine, let me start by saying, and he's enjoying a lil vacation, and it's not eddie's fault, not at all, but the union/hr/whatever the fuck else initiate an investigation into eddie and it causes eddie to spiral allllll the way down.

i left out some pretty important plot points but i'm insecure this won't be good so i'm being hush hush about it lmaoo <3

[honestlydarkprincess]

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[alliaskisthepossibilityoflove]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send this to the last 7 people in your notifs! Let’s get to know each other better! (Anon or not, it doesn’t matter)

I'm a ballroom dancer

English is not my first language and I feel like my accent tends to change based on what I'm watching or who I listen to a lot, so it's gonna be a fun experience when ltwhiw is done and El at the beginning sounds nothing like the one at the end 😅

My hair has at least three pretty prominent white streaks in it (so I can never quite relate when a character is freaking out over finding their first grey hair at age thirty-five 🤷‍♀️)

[spagheddiediaz]

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MWAH love u vicki <3

[monsterrae1]

witch buck!! I know you posted snippets of it already and I'm obsessed with them (and I'm always a sucker for witch buck lol) and i need to know mooore 👀👀😂

Ohhh I can actually share snippets of this one!!! As you know Buck is a witch and Eddie got cursed in the job, here’s a bit more of buck working very hard to break the curse:

Buck worked day and night for almost two weeks trying to figure out how to break the curse, he was making very small progress, untangling it slowly, working until his vision blurred, and his head was spinning. Maddie had told him to slow down, but Eddie had seen the way the lines in Eddie’s body were continuing to grow and he feared he was running out of time, he had already had to replace his charm twice, the curse somehow being able to fight off the protection spells at a too fast pace.

“Hey,” Eddie said, putting a hand on Buck’s shoulder and making him jump, “You’re gonna figure this out, but you don’t have to burn yourself out, not for me”

“Yes I do,” Buck said frowning and turning to look at Eddie, the curse lines were passing his shoulders, and Buck didn’t want to think about what would happen when they reached his chest, and then his heart, “I’m not risking your life, Eddie”

It was a version of an argument that they were having on and off for the past week; Eddie kept telling him to take breaks and take it slowly, but Buck felt like he was working against a clock, and the man he loved was a walking countdown.

[evansboyfriend]

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vickiiii my beloved 🥰❤️

[theyarnmaidstale]

🍄🪐🌼✨

hi friend!

🍄favorite song?

so this one has changed a lot over the years, but right now it's probably Exothermic by Faouzia.

🪐night in or night out?

Night in all the way. I'm very much a homebody 😂

🌼go-to comfort food?

aaaaaaaaaaah probably pasta with alfredo sauce/pesto sauce.

✨a movie you like to re-watch?

The Old Guard, The Mummy, Jurassic Park, Hot Fuzz, and Set It Up are my go-to rewatches for comfort, depending on my mood.

ask game

[wikiangela]

"I'm going to ask Tommy to marry me." Buck says out of the blue one random evening, sitting in Eddie's living room, spread out in the armchair, sipping a beer, eyes on the TV, where Eddie and Christopher are playing a video game. His tone is even and firm, not even a hint of hesitation, it's not a huge revelation, or even a decision he's made just now. He's been thinking about it for weeks, maybe months. He doesn't know why he says it now, it just slips out - maybe he just needed to talk to his best friend about it.

"Really?" he hears a hint of surprise in Eddie's voice, but when he looks at his best friend, he's still focused on trying to beat his son at the game. He's smiling, sparing a glance at Buck. "That's great, Buck."

"Yeah?" he breathes out, feeling even more settled now. He wasn't nervous, exactly, but still felt kind of like he did when he came out to Eddie. Like he just wanted his best friend to approve, to support him - and he had no doubt he would.

"Of course," Eddie answers easily. "You guys are perfect together, and you love each other, and if you're sure you want to spend the rest of your life with Tommy, yeah, go for it. I'm happy for you," he adds, finally looking at Buck, a soft, genuine smile on his face. Christopher uses this moment to win the game, and Eddie groans at his triumphant yell. "Aw, not fair, Buck distracted me." Both Buck and Chis laugh, while Eddie pouts for a moment, before a smile breaks through anyway.

"Well, I won." Chris shrugs with a grin. "And I think it'd be so cool if you and Tommy get married," he adds, moving his attention to Buck.

"Yeah?" Buck repeats, his smile even wider now. Having two of his favorite people not only really love his partner - Buck's pretty sure Tommy's the first one to spend so much time with all of them together, and it feeling so right - but also approve of Buck wanting to tie him into their family forever.

"Duh, Tommy's the coolest." Chris rolls his eyes. "Better lock him down while you can," he jokes, and Buck gasps in surprise. He's such a teenager.

"Wow, rude. He's not going anywhere." he shakes his head with a laugh. That much he's sure of, for the first time in his life he's not scared of getting left, of his partner getting bored or fed up. He knows Tommy's gonna be right at his side no matter what.

"Not if you put a ring on it." Eddie joins his son's teasing. Laughing, Buck reaches over to the table to pick up a chip from a bowl and throw it at Eddie, who dodges it as it lands somewhere on the couch. "Hey!"

"But seriously, you don't think it's too soon?" Buck asks after a moment, a little bit of nerves seeping into his tone. He's more than sure about wanting to marry Tommy. He's just a little scared that he's gonna freak him out. They have talked about this, about their future, what they want out of this relationship, out of life, but they never really discussed any timelines, and Buck might be a little in his head about this. Hence why he needed to talk to someone about it, probably.

"Buck, you've been together for over a year. Some people get married after less." Eddie raises an eyebrow. "When you know, you know." He shrugs, and Buck releases a breath. Because he does know. He has known for a long time now.

"So you think he'll say yes?" Buck asks, but he knows the answer before Eddie has a chance to roll his eyes with fond exasperation. Tommy loves him. He loves Tommy so much his heart wants to burst out of his chest and live in Tommy's. Tommy is his forever, he's sure of it, and he knows that when he asks, and it's going to be very soon, he'll get a positive answer.

"He'll say yes." Eddie says with a small shake of his head and a wide smile. "Now, two important questions from me: who's gonna be your best man, and do you need help planning and picking out a ring?"

[hippolotamus]

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Hi, Vicki!!!!!! Sentences for you 💖

“Eddie,” he corrects. It seems important that someone who is currently the closest to his mouth since his ex-wife knows his real name. “My name’s Eddie.”  “Eddie.”  Maybe his impulsive admission was stupid, but people probably say much more personal things in these rooms all the time. Hell, probably just out on the floor among the general population where anyone could hear. It’s worth it, though, to hear his name repeated in Arsen’s sensual, husky tone.

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np tagging some other beloveds @stereopticons @diazsdimples @hoodie-buck @bucksbiawakening mi amor @bidisasterevankinard

@bi-buckrights @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @tizniz @dangerpronebuddie

@theotherbuckley @loveyouanyway @evansedmundo @kitteneddiediaz @giddyupbuck

@slightlyobsessedwitheverything @saybiwithme

[bibuckkinard]

☄️🌼🎧

Thanks, hon!

☄️language I'd like to learn

I'd love to do French. I did it in high school but don't remember much.

🌼favorite comfort food

anything chocolate

🎧3 songs that pop up on your Spotify shuffle

Light Me Up-Ingrid Michaelson

Which Witch-Florence + the Machine

Story of My Life-One Direction

[wikiangela-fanfics]

don't know what I'd do if your tomorrow never came

[read on Ao3]

words: 1949

Eddie doesn’t know how he gets back to the station, how he changes into his clothes, how he gets home. He doesn’t register anything that’s happening, everything he does is automatic.

All he can think about is Buck’s pale face, his unresponsive body, his heart that Eddie was trying to- and he did, he thinks he did. All he can see in his mind is the doctors wheeling Buck away from him. He can hear himself yell “Do more,” because… 

Because he knows that “their best” is not always enough. He’s seen it, he’s lived through it, he’s been on the other side of this.

How many times on their calls one of them had to say “we’ll do our best” to a victim’s loved one, only for them to die, even on the scene. 

Just like Buck, his mind supplies.

Buck died. 

His heart stopped. 

It stopped beating, and he wasn’t breathing, and Eddie’s heart might’ve stopped as well. It certainly felt like it did.

But they didn’t stop, didn’t give up, none of them, they couldn’t, because it’s Buck. What would life even be like without him? Cold. Dull. Sad, that’s for sure. Eddie can’t even try to imagine it, because for him… for him there’s no life without Buck, only existence, trying to keep going for his son- for their son. God, Christopher… 

Eddie has to tell him, now. He can’t help but think that this is some kind of sick joke from the universe, which he doesn’t believe but he knows Buck would. “The universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen” is what Buck said once, it feels like a lifetime ago. He didn't believe it, then, either. And now the universe is mocking Eddie, having him have to tell their kid about Buck, just like Buck had to tell him about the shooting. Eddie doesn’t know how Buck did it, how he had the strength, because he’s on the verge of breaking down and shattering into a million little pieces.

“Well, I’m listening now. You got my attention, universe.” he says into nothingness with a bitter laugh, looking down at his hands. This seems surreal. Everything seems surreal. He feels like he’s in a dream, like his body is not his, like he’s not even physically there.

He punches the steering wheel, only now realizing he’s in his car, and he thinks he screams. His throat is sore, and his voice is breaking down. He punches again, feeling tears falling down his face. He thinks he must’ve been crying for a while. His hand doesn’t hurt. He looks at it, and thinks back to his hands on Buck, doing chest compressions, and- and they helped, didn’t they? His hands helped, his heart started beating again. He keeps looking at his hands, the last things that touched Buck before they took him away, away from Eddie… “We’ll do our best.”

Do more.

Do fucking more, because it’s Buck, they can’t lose Buck. If there’s one person in the world that deserves to live, that deserves a miracle, it’s Buck. Eddie would trade places with him in a heartbeat. Buck has to live. If he doesn’t- he has no idea what would happen, all he knows is that it feels like it’s the end of the world. End of Eddie’s world, to be precise. The thought of waking up with the knowledge that Buck-

He jumps when he hears a knock at the window. He looks up, and he’s in front of his house. He has no idea how he got here. Carla is standing by the door on the driver’s side. She opens it, when he doesn’t move for a while, just stares at her.

“Eddie.” her voice is soft, tentative, comforting. Does she know? She must know that something happened, something so bad he’s screaming at himself in his car and punching stuff, trying to feel something. Maybe they already covered it in the news. He hopes it’s not how Chris finds out. “I was trying to give you a minute, but you’ve been sitting here for over half an hour now, and Christopher is getting worried.” she explains.

“Oh.” he takes a shaky breath, then moves to exit the car. His legs shake, and he leans against the car for a second. His son. He needs to be strong, he needs to keep together for a while longer, for his son. For their son. 

“Tough call?” Carla asks tentatively, reaching out to put her hand on Eddie’s shoulder. 

“The toughest yet.” he whispers, closing his eyes. He needs to go back to the hospital, to Buck, he needs to be there, he needs to see him- but first he needs to tell Chris. Eddie feels like his heart will break when he sees tears in his son’s eyes. Hell, his heart already broke, and a piece of it stayed with Buck. Keeping his beating, hopefully. “It’s, uh, Buck, he-” he takes another deep breath. He doesn’t need to say anything else, though, Carla seems to get it.

“I can take Chris for the night if you need to get back to him.” she says quietly, and Eddie is so grateful for her. He’s so grateful that Buck brought her into their lives. Buck changed every aspect of Eddie and Chris’ lives for the better, and if he-

“No.” he shakes his head. “It’s okay. Thank you.”

Once again, he doesn’t register walking to the house with Carla, taking his shoes and jacket off, and getting to the living room, and only vaguely notices her saying goodbye and asking once more if maybe he wants her to stay, or if he needs anything. He thinks he declines. She tells him and Chris that she’s a phone call away, just in case.

He only comes back to himself again, when he feels Christopher grab his hand. Eddie looks down on him.

“Dad?” he looks so concerned, and Eddie has to remind himself to keep it together. Just a while more, just until Chris goes to bed, and Eddie can cry himself to sleep. “What’s wrong?”

“Hey, buddy.” Eddie crouches down in front of him and tries to smile. His vision blurs. He has no idea where to start. How do you tell your son that his other parent is- how do you find words? “Can we talk for a second?” he asks, trying to stall, give himself time, because he just doesn’t know how to do this. Buck would know, he needs Buck, but of course it’s about Buck… He doesn’t know how to do this parenting thing on his own anymore, he needs his partner.

“What happened?” Christopher asks impatiently, while Eddie leads him towards the couch. He sits down heavily and takes a deep breath, while Chris takes a seat next to him. “Dad, I’m scared.” he adds, when Eddie still can’t talk. He feels like if he tries, tears will fall, and he can’t let Chris see how fucking scared he is.

“Listen, something bad happened at work tonight.” he makes sure to look his son in the eyes, and tries and fails to keep his voice steady. It shakes and wavers with every word. “Buck had an accident. He’s in the hospital now.” he adds quickly, not wanting it to look like he’s giving him even worse news. 

“What happened to him?”

“He was struck by lightning.” another shaky breath escapes him, as he thinks back to that moment, when he looked up and saw his lifeless body, hanging there, and… 

“Is it bad?” Chris asks, and Eddie can see the fear and worry on his face. He scrunches up his nose in that way he does when he wants to prevent himself from crying. Maybe Eddie should let himself cry in front of him, to show him that it’s okay, that he doesn’t have to hide it.

“I think you’re old enough for me to be honest with you.” Eddie decides after a moment, then puts his hand on Christopher’s shoulder. “It’s- it’s not good. He’s in a coma, and they don’t know when he’ll wake up.” If he’ll wake up. That thought makes tears fall down Eddie’s cheeks. Christopher moves closer and hugs him, hiding his face in Eddie’s shirt. Eddie wraps his arms around him and holds him close. “But hey, Christopher.” he pulls his son away just enough to look at him, and smiles. “He’s our Buck. He’s stronger than anyone. He’ll- he has to pull through. And he’ll be back at home with us in no time, telling us all the facts about lightning.” he chuckles, but it dies down quickly. His son does smile faintly, though.

“When can we see him?” he asks, wiping at his eyes.

“I was thinking you could skip school tomorrow, and we can go see him first thing in the morning. What do you say?” he knows what the answer’s going to be. Ideally, Eddie wouldn’t leave Buck even for a second, he wouldn’t let him out of his sight. And he won’t, ever again, if- when he gets better.

“I want to see Buck.” Chris immediately answers, tears streaming down his face now. “Why can’t we go now?” he complains, and Eddie explains that even though he wants to see Buck, too, so bad, they wouldn’t be allowed to see him now, that it’s late – it’s really late, he thinks Carla stayed longer than usual, he needs to thank her. 

After he manages to get Chris to bed, Eddie goes to take a shower. Where he cries, and cries, and cries, and tries to prevent himself from punching the tiles until his knuckles bleed, that would not be a good idea. He’s just so angry, and terrified, and- he can’t fucking lose Buck. Not him, not like that, not now, not ever. 

When he walks into his room, the first thing he notices is the neatly folded hoodie on his dresser. It’s Buck’s. He left it here a few days ago, and Eddie didn’t give it back, he didn’t even move it. Without a second thought, he grabs the hoodie and puts it on. It still smells like Buck, and feels like a warm hug from him. He might not take it off until Buck wakes up to give him an actual hug.

Eddie’s exhausted, but he knows he won’t fall asleep. He might not sleep ever again, unless it’s by Buck’s side. He needs to see him more than he needs to breathe right now.

So he gets into bed and stares at the ceiling, wide awake, until he hears quiet steps, and Christopher comes in. Without a word, Eddie pulls back the covers to make room for his kid, who then curls up against his side. Eddie hears himself let out a quiet sob, as he hugs his son closer, the only thing keeping him going right now.

“Dad?” Christopher asks after enough time passes that Eddie thinks he’s asleep.

“Yeah?”

“What if Buck doesn’t wake up?” he’s whispering, so quiet, as if he was scared to speak it into existence. Eddie’s blood runs cold. It’s one thing to have dark thoughts like that, but to actually hear it voiced… 

He desperately tries not to think about it, because he has no idea what would happen, what he’d do. Nothing would ever be the same. 

“I don’t know.” he responds honestly, with a sigh. Buck has to come back to them. To him. Otherwise, Eddie will never feel whole again. Their family will never be whole again. They need Buck more than anything. He’ll be okay, because he has to. There’s no other option.

[queerdiazs]

🎀💝🍭

hi vicki my dear 🖤

🎀: give yourself a compliment about your own writing

i always struggle here because i enjoy my writing quite a bit BUT i think i'm pretty good at writing humor. maybe. i like it. it's something i work on a lot 😭

💞: what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the world-building, the technical stuff (grammar, etc), the figurative language

mm, probably the most important thing for me is the characters first and then the plot. i like when the characters drive the story + it adds so much to the plot imo and ESPECIALLY when i'm writing eddia lmao he does not shut up and it gets so juicy

🍭: why did you start writing?

i think i have a lot of stories to tell and i do it best writing

send me (real) fic writer asks!

[honestlydarkprincess]

send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💕💕💕💕