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dangerpronebuddie · 5 months

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WIP Word Search

I was tagged by the fabulous @lover-of-mine thank you!!!! 💜🩷

Rules: Use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do) and share the lines where they show up in your WIPs.

My words: comfortable, sugar, shrink

I thought these would be easy to find... Nope.

Comfortable: This one was a lot harder to find than I thought. The first is from In Walked A Man With A Gun In His Hand, a Danger Prone Diaz fic I've had sitting around for like a month because I don't know how to finish it.

"Danger, Will Robinson!" Buck called from the kitchen. Eddie smiled to himself. His mom always said that when there was trouble, and he'd picked it up himself when she introduced him to Lost In Space. Now, Buck, Chris, and half the firehouse said it when something odd happened. "What's up?" Eddie called, leaning back to peer into the kitchen. "We are out of snacks," Buck said. "A black hole is more populous than this cabinet right now." Eddie sighed. "Okay. I'll run down the street and get some stuff." "I could do it," Buck said, leaning in the doorway. He looked so comfortable in Eddie's kitchen. Like he belonged. He did belong. Eddie just wished he was brave enough to ask if Buck would want to.

I could only find one other time I used it??? It seems odd, I feel like I use it a lot. Oh well! The second comes from a cute and soft little fic I started in my notes app at an ungodly hour of the night two days ago, in which Eddie discovers Buck knows Morse code:

And when he's bored out of his mind, or just sitting around, he taps his fingers on whatever surface is near. It could be his knee, a table, a chair, and- on one memorable occasion- Eddie's head. He still can't quite figure that one out. When Buck realized he was doing it, he yanked his hand away with a blush creeping up on his face. The finger tapping could be just a stim, a random sequence Buck comes up with on the fly, but... Eddie's starting to notice something. The tapping is never random. It's Morse code. - - - The first time Eddie notices, they're all laying around the station loft, exhausted. Calls kept them out until well after two in the morning, but adrenaline and a few near misses brought everyone to the cozy loft rather than the dark bunks. It's a peaceful quiet, one only people completely comfortable with each other enjoy.

Sugar: Found it in a few, the first being in a fic I started at like 2am, titled My Name Is Whatever You Decide (And I'm Just Gonna Call You Mine). In short, Eddie wants to change Buck's name:

"You'll regret that," Eddie smiles. Sure enough, just like every other time Buck swipes his coffee, his nose wrinkles in distain at the bitter taste of the coffee and the algae creamer. He looks ridiculous, and adorable, and Eddie wants nothing more than to smooth out the furrow in his brow with his thumb. And maybe kiss him. Definitely kiss him. And, just like every other time he swipes Eddie's coffee, he takes another sip just to be an ass. "I made yours," Eddie says with an exasperatedly fond huff, pushing Buck's liquefied sugar towards him. Buck places Eddie's coffee down and softly bonks his head into Eddie's, like a cat smushing its head into its owners palm. "Thanks." "Always," Eddie whispers.

And again in Slight Air and Purging Fire, my baby. It started as just a bed sharing fic and then became an arson fic that's going in Danger Prone Diaz when I finally finish it.

He made the perfect cup of coffee, two sugars and a splash of algae creamer, and climbed the stairs to see Eddie still passed out. He'd drifted closer to Buck's side of the bed, his arm extended like he was searching for something, and a little pout on his face. Adorable. Buck slowly sat on the bed, careful not to jostle him. He gently carded his fingers through Eddie's dark hair, which had fallen in his eyes. Eddie blinked awake and looked up at Buck. He smiled softly, making Buck's heart flutter. "Morning," he said in his sleep rough voice. "Morning," Buck smiled. "I got Chris to school. Made you some breakfast." "Thank you," Eddie sighed. "He was okay with going?" "Ecstatic actually," Buck said with a grin. "He couldn't wait to tell everyone what happened and how his hero dad saved his life." Eddie chuckled and shook his head as he sat up. "What time is i-" his eyes fell on the clock- "you let me sleep til ten?" "You needed it," Buck shrugged.

Shrink: I hope the past tense counts 😅. I found it twince. Once in my BTHB prompt Distress Call, which I really really want to finish soon because I love it, and in One Day Away From Your Arms (which now has a new title).

"Now that we know you can use your words, maybe we'll get some answers out of you," Lennie said. "Let's start with what you saw, hm?"

Eddie clamped his mouth shut again.

"Don't go silent on me, pretty boy," Lennie cooed, reaching out a hand towards Eddie's face. Eddie shrank away from the touch, his gut twisting in disgust.

Lennie grabbed him by the hair and yanked him closer. Eddie winced as the room spun. His head throbbed beyond belief, and the sting from Lennie's grip wasn't helping.

One Day Away From Your Arms, now called Oh, I'm Holding My Breath (Won't Lose You Again):

His heart raced, goosebumps rising on his skin. He pulled on the restraints, closing his eyes against the resulting dizziness. His sore body, along with the lack of leverage, meant he only succeeded in rubbing his wrists raw. A door opened and soft footsteps crept closer. Eddie opened his eyes further. His stomach lurched. Dylan stood over him, a relaxed smile on his face. "I was beginning to worry about you, babe. I had to up the dosage just a little." "Dylan," Eddie rasped. "Let me go." "I can't," Dylan sighed. He trailed a fingertip down Eddie's chest. "You're just too perfect for this." Eddie tried to shrink away from the touch. The ropes just didn't have enough give.

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