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shmaptainwrites · 1 year

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Hello, could I request prompt 5 of Hurt/Comfort for Bobby Nash x reader please

of course bestie! wrote this one on the plane and am pretty jet lagged now so it’s poorly edited lol

Pairings: Bobby Nash x GN!Reader

Warnings: injury, hospitals

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No one informed you that becoming a firefighter would permanently affect your reflexes. Particularly the act without thinking ones. So it didn’t come to much surprise to you or your team when there was an emergency on your day off that you would attend to it.

Off-duty saves weren’t particularly rare and most of the time all that came out of it were a few confused bystanders wondering how a civilian knew exactly what to do, but this time you seemed to have gotten yourself in a predicament.

Instead of only the parties involved in the accident leaving the site in an ambulance, you joined them too.

After your heroic move, the car that had slipped in a precarious manner, fell ontop your leg and most definitely broke a bone. The on duty EMTs patched you up to the best of their abilities and sent you off to surgery.

When you awoke from that with new metal screws in your leg that would take time and a lot of PT to get used to, your friend and colleague Ravi was already by your side, ready to get you anything you might need.

“Ravi, what the hell,” you groaned, shifting in your bed. “How did you find out about this?”

“After your sister moved you switched your emergency contact to me, I’m flattered you remember,” he said sarcastically. “I’ve been here since before you went in to surgery.”

“Sorry, must be the drugs,” you said with a wave of your hand.

“So an off-duty save huh,” he chuckled. “What happened to think before you act, Panikkar?”

“Out the window. I just reacted,” you chuckled. “Frankly, now that it’s happened to me I’m not surprised, it’s practically instinct.”

“What did I tell you,” Ravi reached a hand over to squeeze yours. “I called the team to give them a heads up. I think you’ll probably be getting some visitors in the next few days before you go home.”

“Good, hospitals are so boring and it’s not like I can go anywhere,” you pointed to your recently casted leg. “God the next while is gonna suck ass.”

“Yep, it sure is,” Ravi agreed with you and you rolled your eyes. He knew just how to make you feel better.

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As Ravi had warned you, the next few days were filled with visits from everybody on the team.

Chimney came by with Maddie and Jee-Yun first, bringing you a much needed good cup of coffee and a sweet little get well card decorated by the young Buckley-Han.

The next day Hen came over. She brought a deck of Uno cards and you shared a few very heated rounds of the game which may or may not have ended in something closer to 52 pick up.

Buck came by next, he had offered to pick up some comfort items from your home and you practically melted when he brought you your dad’s old and worn college hoodie you’d had since you were fifteen years old. You both also spent time ranking the injuries the team had sustained at the firehouse, the list went on to your colleagues and was highly debated for the next few days after that.

Lastly Eddie brought Christopher over and their favourite telanovella downloaded on Eddie’s laptop for you to all watch together (not without many interruptions from you still trying to figure out what the storyline was).

After about a week and a half at the hospital on bed rest, Ravi was finally given the ok to move you back to your apartment. It took a lot of coordination to find a way to get you to fit into his car with the giant cast on your leg, not to mention him practically having to drag you out of the building. You were strong, but for some reason not strong enough to carry whatever the hell it was they wrapped your leg with.

When you were finally at home in your — thankfully — first floor apartment Ravi ordered something for dinner and you both sat on your couch to enjoy it.

“Hey Ravi, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

You stopped eating your food, and stared down at your take our container.

“Do you know why Bobby didn’t come visit me?” you said quietly.

“H-He didn’t?” Ravi seemed confused.

“No,” you shook your head. “Everyone else came just like you said, I was actually kind of surprised.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised too,” Ravi nodded. “You guys are close, aren’t you?”

“I mean I thought we were,” you shrugged and picked at your food. “Just a couple night before the accident we had dinner together a-and I had a really nice time I’m just…worried I did something wrong.”

“I don’t think you did anything wrong,” Ravi shook his head. “Just talk to him, send him a text, ask him to come over tomorrow night.”

“Isn’t that a bit presumptuous,” you raised a brow with a chuckle.

“You have a broken leg that’s casted all the way to your thigh, that’s not hot,” Ravi deadpanned. “Just text him.”

“Fine,” you pulled out your phone and typed up a text, having it proofread by your friend before sending it off. “And now we wait.”

—

The next evening you heard a knock on your door followed by,

“Hey it’s Bobby, spare key still in the same place?”

“Yep,” you called back, thankful he had asked. It was a nightmare to walk with a cast.

The lock of the door clicked and Bobby stepped inside with a a bag of what you assumed to be dinner, before closing the door behind him and locking it.

“Someone ask for room service?” he teased and you couldn’t help but raise your hand. It was definitely better than the hospital food and take out.

“I brought extras so I’m pack them up in the fridge and you just heat them up when you want to eat.”

You nodded at his instructions, but were perplexed by how normal he was acting.

“Hey Bobby, before we eat can we talk?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,” he said after putting the extra food in the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Why didn’t you come visit me at the hospital,” you blurted.

Bobby looked like he was expecting your question and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“Would you believe me if I said it would have been too hard for me to see you in a hospital bed?” he asked.

“If that’s the truth,” you nodded.

“It’s just,” he paused. “I-After our dinner I wasn’t really sure where we stood. We never really talked about it, it just happened.”

You nodded, that was true, one thing had led to another and you didn’t have a lot of time to talk about what the implications of your dinner meant for your friendship.

“And I knew if I stepped into that hospital room I wouldn’t be able to be just your Captain. Or...just your friend.”

“Bobby,” you patted the seat next to you and encouraged him to come closer.

He did, taking his seat and watching as your took his hands in yours.

“I just wasn’t sure what was appropriate,” he whispered.

“I don’t care. I just wanted you to stay with me. I still do,” you said quietly, allowing your forehead to rest against his.

One of Bobby’s hands slipped out of your own and came to cradle your face.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come.”

“You’re here now,” you smiled.

He leaned in the few inches further and closed the space between you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“And I’m not going anywhere.”

#bobby nash #bobby nash x reader #911 #911 blurb #911reader #911 x reader #bobby nash blurb

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ssilentcharlie · 1 year

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my thoughts on episode 18 as a whole, because i have SO MANY thoughts.

(btw none of this will be coherent because it's 08:30 in the morning and i'm a little pissed off)

!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

the emergency:

10/10. that was SO fucking good. Athena finding Bobby made me tear up because that's what i wanted to happen. having the heart of a champion kid (well, adult now) help save Bobby was amazing. Maddie being all the call and being a massive help despite practically her entire family being the 118, Buck taking charge. it was just all around a good emergency.

the characters storylines i need a moment for because... hmm

Henren:

fucking adore it. the fostering thing is going well, Denny seems happy, both Hen and Karen are also happy with the little people running around their house. AND A BABY GIRL, you don't understand how happy i am for them. their storyline is just incredibly wholesome and i have no bad things to say about it.

Madney:

they're so excited to get married, i love them so much. a wedding at home is the cutest idea, i love it soo much. i have nothing bad to say about my beloveds this episode or season, they had a really good season.

Buck and Eddie, apparently a part for the first time in all of 6b:

Buck helping deliver the baby and get Connor and Kameron back was something i actually liked and wanted so that was good. Natalia being there wasn't but i guess she helped so thanks babes.

Christopher telling Eddie to ask out Marisol... bullshit. i call fucking bullshit. not for Buddie either, for Eddie. does Christopher not remember the last time his Dad tried to date a woman? because i highly doubt that's something you can forget (btw i like Marisol, she seems really sweet, but i want her to end up being what Stevie was to David in Schitts Creek, if that makes any sense)

Buck and Natalia... nope. just nope. again, not even for Buddie, FOR BUCK. he deserves better than someone who only took interest in him because he died. literally give him someone who loves Buck for Buck and will always love Buck for Buck.

also the couch theory, and the Buckley-Diaz family being a focal point this season... you just threw that away... i'm not even going to get angry about that right now because i want to collect coherent thoughts about it.

it felt lazy AGAIN and Buck and Eddie don't deserve that. once again, they don't deserve it SEPARATELY.

ending with my Mum and Dad, Bathena:

LOVED IT. Athena saving Bobby, being there for him, it made me cry.

THEY GOT THEIR HONEYMOON! FINALLY! Mum and Dad deserve the break (i am terrified that's how they'll start s7 but that's s7's problem)

overall it was a solid episode, as always. not one of my favourites but definitely one of my favourite season finale big rescues (nothing is topping the shooting at this point)

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cherishingstydia · 2 years

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Kiss Me

Read on Ao3 if you prefer

Eddie and Buck have this connection where they both always know when something is off, or wrong with the other and right now something is definitely off with Buck.

“I know that look. What’s wrong?” Eddie asked.

“How do you know if you’re a bad kisser?” Buck blurted out.

“Wouldn’t know I’m phenomenal.” Eddie teased trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“Eddie.” Buck frowned. “I’m serious.”

“Someone usually tells you probably?”

“Ok.” Buck said biting his lip.

“Buck I’m sure if you were bad someone would have told you by now. Taylor would have.”

“Ok I get it you didn’t like Taylor.” Buck laughed. “Well how about you tell me.”

“Buck how am I supposed to know?”

“Kiss me and then tell me?”

“I don’t think we should. That seems like a bad idea.”

It’s not that Eddie doesn’t want to because he does he wants to kiss Buck more than he’s ever wanted to kiss anyone. That’s the problem. Buck just wants a test kiss and Eddie wants it all with Buck.

“Ok.” Buck sighed. “It’s just I’m nervous to get back out there and date while I’m worrying about this.”

Eddie couldn’t stand to see Buck look like this, and as much as seeing Buck start to date will hurt he has to help him because he just wants Buck happy…even if it’s not with him.

“Ok.” Eddie nodded.

“Ok? We can kiss and you’ll tell me if I’m bad. You have to promise to be honest.”

“I promise…I’m gonna let you take the lead. Really show me what you got.”

Buck grabbed the collar of Eddie’s Button down pulling him close until their lips met. It was everything and more than he imagined. It wasn’t just a good kiss it was the best kiss of Eddie’s entire life….not that he’s been kissed by that many people. When Eddie’s brain finally caught up with him he realized they were practically making out.

“Stop.” Eddie said pulling away breaking the kiss which was incredibly hard to do. “That’s enough of that.”

“I’m sorry. Oh no was it that bad?”

“Bad?? That was….not bad.” Eddie shook his head.

Eddie knows that’s not the response Buck wants, but how can he tell him how it really was, how can he tell him how good that felt. How nothing has ever felt more right before.

“Not bad?? Is that all you got? Wow you know how to make a guy feel special.” Buck said with a nervous laugh.

He has to tell the truth he really doesn’t want to lie to Buck…more so withhold the truth any longer.

“Buck….don’t get mad ok? Im going to be completely honest. Just like you asked.”

“I won’t get mad just rip the bandaid off.”

Eddie let out a deep breath. He wasn’t planning on confessing his love for his best friend today, but his feelings should be pretty obvious when he’s done complimenting Bucks kissing.

“No one has ever kissed me like that. That was the best kiss of my entire life.”

“Really?” Buck said wide eyed.

Buck just looked so cute Eddie really wanted to kiss him again.”

“Really. So now you don’t have to be scared to date again. Whoever they are they’re really lucky. You’re amazing Buck.”

“Eddie can I be honest with you?”

“Yeah.” Eddie said nervously.

Eddie was ready for it. Ready for all the hurt that would come after these next few words out of Bucks mouth.

“I don’t…I don’t want to start dating someone random. The only person I want to date is you.”

Eddie was in shock all the things he thought Buck might say that wasn’t it.

“So you’re saying….what exactly?” Eddie said letting out a deep breath. “Because I’ve kind of been in love with you for the past 3 years.”

“Guess we’re on the same page then. I’ve also been in love with you for the past 3 years, and by the way you’re right you are a phenomenal kisser and I have kissed a lot of people but that was by far the best.”

“Don’t talk about them.” Eddie shook his head.

“Aww you jealous?” Buck teased.

“So what if I am?”

“Well you don’t need to be. I want you and only you.”

“Ok that’s better.” Eddie smiled.

“So are you gonna kiss me again or just sit there looking pretty?”

“Pretty?” Eddie laughed.

“Hot, sexy, adorable, beautiful, irresistible….look Eddie really any of these words work. So what’s it gonna be?”

“I want to kiss you again under one condition.”

“What’s that?” Buck asked with the first smile.

“You’ll be my boyfriend.”

“There’s nothing I want more.” Buck said leaning in before Eddie closed the gap kissing Buck for the second time, but their first kiss as boyfriends.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re like a really good kisser?” Eddie smiled.

“Yeah once this guy. Beautiful brown eyes, killer abs, really nice ass and he’s the best dad I know.”

“Now you’re just trying to flatter me.”

“Nope it’s all true.” Buck smiled.

“I love you so much. I can’t believe I get to have a boyfriend and best friend all rolled into one. You’re literally the best person I know and as a added bonus you’re also the hottest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on

“Now you’re just trying to flatter me. So you sure you won’t get sick of me?” Buck asked.

“Not possible.” Eddie smiled. “You’re kinda stuck with me.”

“Good.” Buck smiled. “Because the feeling is mutual.”

#buddie #cherishingstydiawrites

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gunsknivesandplaid · 2 years

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Size King Eddie Diaz.

He knows what he wants.

He's been worth plenty of guys, from his open marriage to his time in the Army.

Drink Eddie will end up spoiling all the men he's with, gifting them underwear and lingerie just so he can see it.

He absolutely will talk about to anyone while he's tipsy; and also high on pain killers.

He blames it on his first boyfriend, but really that was dumb high school Eddie who used to get on his knees and absolutely worship this dude after baseball practice.

He can't help himself, no filter at all when he starts thinking about Buck who's just blessed by god with the most perfect one!

He absolutely loves to be talked dirty to when the best dick is involved.

Karen, Athena, Carla, Josh and David made the mistake of talking about how there's a mold for a dildo that you can make and he brought it to their book club.

Buck has zero shame but he absolutely thinks his boyfriend should lay off telling his mother figure and their literal childcare provider about the sex they had that morning.

Book club really has one book a month and they sometimes like to watch the movies if it's based on the novels.

It started out as something to do when Eddie was laid up in bed but had escaladed. They've watched magic Mike like for times now, along with p.s. I love you.

They get together more often than not and the stories are hilarious, Buck along with everyone we else has decided it's better to stay away and find other things to do since they definitely don't want to deal with their spouses.... not that he didn't try but they read A Walk to Remember and he and Michael ended up sobbing.

They even had pg rated ones during the summer but they quickly decided the kids don't need to be there. Not after the Because of Winn-Dixie incident (not to mention they had to ban all alcohol during the Harry Potter ones. Josh and Eddie both had to pretend that they were describing hilarious twister moves and not sex positions when the kids stayed up late which ended up with them actually playing drunk twister.)

They've since kept just all of the adults getting together to drink, and gossip for when the kids had been left to other adults for sleepovers or just generally not there.

#can't get it out of my head I'm not sorry #eddie diaz definitely has a choking kink and it needs to be known idc #those lips. those big brown eyes. that hair. c'mon.

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trippedandfell · 2 years

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for the 101 ways to say i love you: 87? (i would put it here but i didn’t copy paste and now i can’t remember lol)

thank you!! i had to edit it a little bit to make it fit, but hopefully it still works! 1.2k | read on ao3

87: "Don't be scared. I'm right here."

“Okay,” Buck says, voice tinny through the car speakers, “before you freak out, just know that I’m like, ninety percent sure nothing’s broken.”

Eddie takes one white-knuckled hand off of the steering wheel long enough to jab the Bluetooth volume up. “That’s not what I heard.”

He can practically hear Buck’s wince. “Shit. Don’t tell me. Bobby?”

“Hen, actually,” Eddie says, biting back the urge to curse as yet another driver cuts in front of him - LA traffic at rush hour is brutal, honestly. “She said, and I quote, ‘your dumbass boyfriend fell off a cliff, meet us at First Presbyterian.’”

“Okay, first off,” Buck says, indignant, “it wasn’t even a cliff. Just like, a really big hill. And secondly-” he pulls the phone away from his ear, presumably talking to someone in the room with him “- you all are traitors.”

“Not exactly filling me with confidence here,” Eddie says dryly, as someone - likely Chim - cackles in the background. He checks the GPS above the dash. “Hey, look. I’ll be there in like, two minutes, okay?”

“You’re on your way?” Buck asks, and there’s something in his voice, something vulnerable, that has Eddie pressing down a little harder than he probably should on the gas pedal. He knows it was probably bad form to ditch the parent-teacher conference the way he did, to leave Chris with Carla and race out without so much as a goodbye, but. Whatever. He’s never been rational when it comes to Buck, so there’s no use in starting now. “You could have waited until after Chris’s thing. We’re just waiting for x-ray results. It’s not life or death.”

Eddie knows Buck well enough to know that he’s not even saying that to be self-deprecating - they’ve worked on that a lot the last couple months, inside therapy and out. But he also knows that all the therapy in the world won’t change that Buck sees himself as second to pretty much everyone else in his life, and that - that’s not something Eddie can fix, not really, but he still wants to try. And if that means racing to the hospital for something as silly as a fall down a really big hill, then so be it.

It’s just. Eddie knows Buck will be fine. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to be by his side anyways.

“Doesn’t matter,” he finally says, scanning the parking lot for an empty spot. “Hey, look, I’m just parking now. I’ll be right in, okay? Love you.”

“Love you,” Buck echoes, and then he’s gone, and Eddie’s left listening to nothing but the dial tone. He forces himself to take a deep breath as he hops out of his truck - realistically, they’ve both been in the hospital for far worse things than this - but it never gets easier, seeing Buck in any sort of pain.

The hospital is blessedly empty tonight, so Eddie’s let back to see Buck without having to wait, following the nurse down the long, winding hallways without a word. Hen had texted him when he was paying the ridiculously overpriced parking meter to let him know that her and Chim were going to grab coffee, which Eddie is grateful for - he doesn’t know if he has it in himself to make small talk just yet.

He raps on the door once, twice, before pushing it open to see Buck sitting up in bed, scrolling aimlessly on his cell phone. Eddie takes him in, drinks in every inch, eyes scanning from the scrape on his arm and down to his ankle, propped up on a pile of pillows and swollen to at least double its normal size.

He’s beginning to think that really big hill might have been a little bit of an understatement.

“Hey,” he greets, dropping a kiss on Buck’s forehead as he sits down, weaves their fingers together. “How are you feeling, baby?”

Buck shoots him a megawatt grin, tired but happy. He’s got a line of dirt under his left eye, and his hair has definitely seen better days, and Eddie is so, so, ridiculously in love.

“Little sore,” he admits, thumb rubbing circles on the back of Eddie’s hand. “But mostly fine. You really could have waited until Chris’s parent teacher conference was done, you know. I know that you wanted to talk to his English teacher.”

“Correction,” Eddie says, “you wanted me to talk to his English teacher on your behalf, since you couldn’t get off shift. I distinctly remember someone leaving me very detailed notes on the kitchen counter this morning. And anyways,” he pauses, remembering the panicked edge to Hen’s voice when she called, the way his heart had dropped out from under him, “I wanted to be here. I just - I was scared.”

Buck’s smile is soft. “I know. But you don’t have to be scared. I’m right here. Alive and well. Well, uh,” he gestures to his leg. “Mostly well.”

“Mm,” Eddie agrees, staring at Buck’s ankle critically. “What’s the verdict?”

Buck shrugs, fidgeting with the bedsheets. “They’re saying it’s a bad sprain. Might be a hairline fracture, so we’re just waiting for the results on that. Couple weeks off, crutches. You know the drill.”

Eddie winces - he does, in fact, know the drill. “You’re staying over at my place, okay?”

The grin Buck shoots him is crooked and completely, utterly, beautiful. “Do I get a say in the matter?”

“Nope,” Eddie says, leaning in to punctuate his words with a kiss. “As a matter of fact, you should just move in permanently.” Buck stares at him, eyes blown wide, and the gravity of what Eddie’s just said hits him like a truck. He buries his face in his hands, groaning. “Shit, that was not how I was planning on asking you.”

“There was a plan?”

“There was no plan,” Eddie protests, but Buck’s already fixing him with downright gleeful look, so he relents. “Okay, there was a little bit of a plan.”

It - it wasn’t much of a plan, honestly, just a key hidden in his sock drawer at home, hung on a keychain that Chris had made at summer camp last month for this express purpose. But Buck still grins when he tells him about it, looks at him with those big doe eyes and says, “sweetheart,” in that soft, aching voice of his, and - yeah. Asking him to move in was definitely the right call.

Speaking of which: “you haven’t even said yes yet,” Eddie points out, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest. He doesn’t think Buck will say no, not really, but. There’s always a chance.

“I’m sorry, was there a question somewhere in there?”

“You’re the worst,” Eddie complains, pitching forward to lean against Buck’s shoulder. “Remind me again why I’m asking you to move in?”

“Mm,” Buck’s kissing the shell of his ear, touch gentle. “I can cook. I only marginally hate doing laundry. And,” he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing, “I really love you. And Chris. And if you guys would have me, I’d love to move in.”

Eddie can see it now - falling asleep with Buck every night, pancakes for breakfast in the morning, weekend trips to the zoo. He’s not obtuse enough to think it’ll all be smooth sailing - Buck gets cranky when he’s off work for too long, and God knows Eddie’s awful about keeping the kitchen clean, but. He thinks it’ll work, the three of them.

“I’d really like that,” he says honestly, thinking of the ring nestled behind the key in his sock drawer, the three drafts of a proposal speech hidden deep in the recesses of his phone. They’re not there yet, won’t be for a while, but Eddie’s in no rush. He’ll take every moment he can with Buck.

He’s worth it.

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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Prompt: Buck and Reader are dating (maybe even engaged) before buck joins 118. Buck doesn't tell about reader at anyone in the station. Eddie could already be part of 118. And then buck gets hurt or something and they meet reader. Athena loves her and then can we have a scene of buck&reader with the fire kids.

Emergency Contact

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of hospitals and injuries, a mention of pregnancy

Category: Angst and fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: Italics is a flashback :)

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A house fire, a normal occurrence for the 118. They arrive, Buck and Eddie make their way through the house whilst Hen and Chim tend to the others. The family that lived there, the Smiths, couldn't find their daughter outside and figured she was still inside so they had gone in to find her.

Buck and Eddie had spilt up when they got inside, Buck going left and Eddie going right. Eddie had found the little girl and managed to get her out of the house, her parents were grateful that he brought her back to them.

“Where’s Buck ?” Bobby turns to Eddie.

Eddie glances around, unsure as to where his friend was. “I thought he was right behind me, I swear I saw him on the stairs”

Bobby radioed, “Buckley, come in”

Before they could get an answer, there was a loud crash from inside the house. Eddie and Bobby run back in to see Buck on the floor of the kitchen, the ceiling had a massive hole in it and he was covered in dust. Buck tries to sit up a little too fast but falls onto his back. It seems like the floor had given out under him and he had fallen through.

“Buck?” Eddie calls to him, checking his pupils. “Yeah, definite concussion,” he tugs on Buck’s coat, feeling his abdomen area. “At least 2 broken ribs, if not more.” Eddie looks up at their captain, his hand still gently feeling Buck’s abdomen.

Bobby comes over, grabbing Buck’s feet as Eddie sits Buck up carefully and loops his arms under his. The two men carry him out, Chimney rolling a stretcher over to them. From that point, Hen and Chim took over, checking his vitals and if they had missed any other fractions or broken bones. The ambulance pulled off first, Chimney in the driver’s seat and Hen in the back with Buck. The firetruck followed, both vehicles headed to the hospital.

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“Did anyone call Maddie ?” Hen breaks the silence filled waiting room. Bobby looks up at her, Hen speaks again, “she is his emergency contact, isn't she?”

Something about that didn’t sound right to Bobby. He hadn’t been there when Buck started as a probie but he had gone over everyones forms when he became captain. He can’t remember who Buck’s emergency contact was but he didn’t think it was Maddie.

“Does anyone have her number ?” Bobby asks, no one answers. “I’m gonna head back to the station, I'll give her a call and come back. If anything changes, let me know?” Eddie answers with a yeah and Bobby heads out.

Once he arrived back at the station, he searched through the drawers of files - which truthfully, should be organized better, but that was a problem for another time. Once finding the file, his finger runs down the page. Maddie’s name was on the form but as a secondary contact. y/n l/n was the name listed as primary contact so he called this mystery woman. She answers after the first 2 rings.

“Hi, is this y/n?”

“It is, who’s this?”

“I’m captain Bobby Nash with the 118.”

“What can I do for you, captain ?”

“You’re listed as Evan’s primary emergency contact.” there was a pause in the conversation, the line had gone silent.

“Yeah, is he alright ?” the woman’s voice returns.

“He fell through the floor during a call today. He has a concussion and a few broken ribs- one of the ribs seems to have punctured a lung and he’s in surgery now. I was calling to notify you, we’re at the hospital if you’d like to join us”

“Thank you for calling, I'll be there soon” and with that, she hung up. Bobby still had no idea who this woman was or how she knew Buck. The lack of emotion in the call didn’t help him gauge who it might be. He pushed the thought from his mind and called Maddie - surely whoever this y/n woman was, was obviously important to Buck if she was listed before Maddie but Maddie was his sister and she deserved to know so he called her anyways.

When Bobby returned back, Buck was still in surgery. He sat down just as Athena arrived. A box of donuts in one hand and one of those huge containers of coffee in the other, Bobby got up and helped her, not before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You didn’t have to come by,” he tells her as he sets the thing of coffee on the table in the middle of the room, she gives him a small smile. “Buck might be trouble but he’s still one of ours. I’d show up for any of them, you know that” she nudges him with her shoulder softly, he smiles at her once more. Everyone gets up, helping themselves to the coffee and donuts that Athena brought- they all thanked her as they all know the horrors of hospital food.

A woman walks in, she’s at the nurses desk which is across from where the team sat. She’s asking for Evan Buckley and the nurse points her in the direction of the team in the waiting room. She approaches, her hands shoved in her sweater pocket- rather Buck’s sweater pocket. Bobby had seen him show up to work in that very sweater a few days before.

“You must be y/n” Bobby stands, his hand stretched out to her.

“I am, you’re Bobby, right ?” your hand comes out to reach his, shaking it. It didn’t take long for Bobby to notice the large diamond on your ring finger. Your hand lets go of his, returning to its spot in your pocket. Bobby gives you a small smile which you mirror.

“Everyone, this is y/n. Buck’s- sorry, I didn’t ask. How do you know Buck?” Bobby asks you, you glance around the room. Everyone's eyes were on you.

“I’m Buck’s-”

“Y/n!” a woman calls for you. Turning around, you see Maddie approaching you. “Mads!” your arms open as she gets closer. She embraces you in a hug, your hand rubbing up and back her back.

“Did you hear anything yet ?” she asks you, letting you go. Shaking your head, “I just got here”

“You know her too ?” Chimney pipes up from his chair, Maddie looks over at him. “Yeah, obviously. She’s Buck’s fiancee” she tells him, the entire room goes silent.

You look over at your sister in law, “they didn’t know that yet Mads” chuckling, you pat her back before taking a seat across from a woman in a police uniform. Maddie’s eyes went wide, her mouth slightly opened in shock. “Sorry! I thought you told them” she says, sitting beside Chimney. “I was about too but you called for me”

Everyone’s attention is on you, the woman sitting across from you speaks up. “Well, it’s nice to meet you” she says, “I’m Athena, Bobby’s wife” she introduces herself.

“Ah, so the whole family’s in law enforcement huh ?” you smile, Athena chuckles. “Seems like it. What do you do ?”

“I’m a nurse over at General”

“I thought I had seen you somewhere before” Athena smiles.

The room goes back to quiet, the team talking amongst themselves. Maddie sat beside you and on her other side was Chimney, you had seen him for the pictures Maddie showed you when she started seeing him. Beside him was a woman, she wore glasses and had a friendly smile- Hen. Buck had told you about her and her wife, they seemed like nice people. Sitting beside Hen was a man, cute with somewhat of a resting bitch face- that was Eddie, Buck’s best friend. Buck practically lived at his house when you worked night shifts and you had also seen a million and one photos of his son, Christoper, who was the sweetest little boy on the planet from what you had heard.

Your hand rested on your lap, your thumb pushing and pulling the engagement ring on your finger back and forth.

“He must really love you because that’s one hell of a rock” Athena was pacing the room and was now beside you, her hand reaching for yours to take a closer look at the ring. You laugh, “it is, isn't it?”

“I have to ask, how long have you two been engaged ? Because he’s never mentioned you.”

“Oh I know,” you hum, “we like to keep things low key but um, it’s been 2 years since we got engaged. We aren't really in a rush to get married.” you tell her.

“2 years? That’s a long time to keep a secret like that”

“Yeah, it’s been a challenge- but it’s not like he didn’t want to tell you guys. He just didn’t know how. Oh you know how he is- actions over words.”

You and Athena talk a bit more, she tells you how Bobby proposed to her on Christmas Eve. She showed you a picture from when they got married- her own massive ring adorning her finger. You told her about how Buck proposed to you.

“Babe! The pancakes are going to get cold!” you shouted for your boyfriend from the kitchen of your apartment.

“I’m coming woman! Calm down” he shouts back, his footsteps coming closer with each step.

Buck had the weekend off and so did you- a rare occurrence for the two of you. You decided that instead of going out to get breakfast like you normally would, that you would cook instead. Hence why you were up at 10:15 on a Saturday morning and why your boyfriend’s shirt that you were wearing, was covered in flour and eggs.

Buck’s arms wrapped around your waist, your attention on the stove. His hands coming ups under your shirt to feel your bare skin, he was busy peppering kisses down your neck. You nudge him with your shoulder, “go sit down, I'll bring the pancakes over in a minute” you tell him and he hums. Pressing one more kiss to your neck, he untangles himself from you and goes to the table.

The layout of your apartment was a bit strange, the kitchen was by the front door but the kitchen didn’t have much space so your table was closer to your living room than the kitchen and there was a wall blocking you when you were in the kitchen so you weren’t able to see the table.

Now heading to the table with a plate in each hand, you were focused on not dropping the plates. That went out the window when you entered the room to see your boyfriend down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand.

“Buck” you breath

“Y/n, you are so amazing, you just- god, this is so cheesy but you really do take my breath away. Last night, I was laying beside you and I had this perfectly rehearsed speech that I was going to give you but it just doesn't make sense now. From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You stood by my side and didn't complain when I worked long hours or didn't have time because I joined the fire department. You are the woman of my dreams and I would do anything for you. So I hope you would do me the honour of being my wife ?”

“Yes, oh my god yes” you lean down to kiss him. Buck smiles, “baby?”

“Hm?”

“You gotta put the plates down” he chuckles, you hadn't realized you were still holding the plates. Setting them down, Buck gets up. The ring that was in the box was now in his hand, he slid the ring on your finger. Holding your hand up, you admired the ring.

“I think this deserves a proper breakfast”

“I don’t think there’s anything better than this” he pulls you in for a hug.

Athena laughs when you tell her, “he ambushed you when you were making him breakfast ? This kid has no sense of the right time” you chuckles at her comment. “It was perfect. I don’t think I would have it any other way, you know?”

The doctor comes in, he asks for Buckley and all 7 of you stand. “Wow big group. Okay- we were able to patch the hole. He’ll need to be off work for the next 3-4 weeks before he can even consider going back but he should make a full recovery.” a few breaths of relief were let out around the room. “He’s in recovery now, I can take you in one at a time. Who would like to go first ?”

Everyone's looking at you and you glance over your shoulder. “Do any of you want to go ?” you ask, no one answers you.

“Maddie ?”

“I’m gonna get some air and some coffee and then I'll be there. Give him a hug for me” she gives your hand a squeeze, you smile at her. Following the doctor down the hallway, you pass multiple rooms all with different families and people with different injuries. That’s one of the things you enjoyed about the hospital- if you looked past all the sadness, there were so many success stories, so many happy families.

Room 276 at the end of the hall was his. Buck was asleep, a few wires and such were hooked to him. Pulling a chair up to his bedside, your hand reached for him, holding it gently as your thumb rubbed the top of it. Your eyes drift to his monitor by his bedside, steady heartbeat and blood pressure. There was nothing to be concerned about yet you couldn't look away.

“y/n,” a faint whisper left his lips, you glanced down at your fiancee, his eyes barely opened.

“Buck,” you smiled, your hand coming up to touch his face. He nuzzled closer to your hand, turning his head ever so slightly to press a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Can I- water?” you let go of him to get the glass from the counter. Pouring some water in it, you stick the straw in the cup before holding the straw to his lips. He sighed and looked at you as you set the cup down. “I guess the secret’s out ?” he smiles, you nod.

“Maddie let it slip, but I was about to tell them so it’s fine” you kiss his forehead.

“Is everyone here?”

“Yeah, in the waiting room. They all thought you’d look horrendous so I came in to check, lucky me right ?” you joke, Buck lets out a weak laugh before his hand comes up to his chest.

“Ow, don’t make me laugh” he pouts, you smile at him. Sitting at the edge of the chair, your hand finds his hair, brushing it back softly.

“Surgery isn't a good look on you”

“Hey, I always look good” he pouts once more.

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The few weeks go by a lot quicker than expected and Buck is set to return to the 118 on Monday. Athena had helped you plan a little surprise get together for Buck but you had just told him that you were headed over to Bobby and Athena’s for the day because you were going shopping with Athena. You left home around noon and helped them set up all day and you called Buck around 6.

“Hey babe, how’s shopping going ?”

“It’s alright, we’re back at the house now. Bobby was saying that you should swing by, we could all have dinner together”

“Hm yeah, that sounds good. I’ll be there soon”

Now you wait. The entire team was already there, everyone scattered amongst the living room, waiting for him to arrive. He knocked on the door, Athena shouted for him to come in. He walked in, everyone waited for him to round the corner, the surprise evident on his face.

“What’s all this?” he smiles, he makes his way down the stairs.

“Welcome back” Bobby goes over to give him a hug. Buck makes his way around the room, saying hello to everyone. Eventually, he finds you in the kitchen with Karen who says hello to him and then leaves the two of you in the kitchen.

“So did you really go shopping ?” he asks, his arm over your shoulder and your arm wraps around his waist.

“Yeah but for party supplies” you smile at him, he leans down and kisses your head. Chris, Denny and Harry all come into the kitchen on the hunt for sweets that you previously heard Eddie, Athena and Hen all telling them that they weren't allowed to have. Of course they assumed that if they sweet-talk Buck that he would give them, and he did, he never said no to those boys.

All three of them made themselves comfortable on the couch as Buck returned with a plate of cupcakes for them. Buck sat beside them, pulling you onto his lap.

“Do you have any scars from the surgery ?” Denny asks him, looking over at Buck. “Yeah, do you wanna see ?” Buck asks, the 3 boys nod eagerly. You smile at them, Buck unbuttons the top of his shirt, pulling it to the side to show the boys the scar from the surgery. It was fairly tiny but still noticeable.

“Woah that’s cool!” “Can I poke it?” “That’s weird looking”

You and Buck laugh at the responses- boys will be boys. The 3 boys ask a few more questions and Buck shows them a couple other scars that he had gotten over the year, eventually they get bored of Buck and his stories and go off to find someone else. You leave Buck in the living room as he was talking to Maddie and Chimney.

Now in the backyard, you and Athena were talking about when you'd actually go shopping when someone bumped into your leg. Looking down, you see Nia beside you, you pick her up and hold her, Nia sitting comfortably on your hip now. The two of you go along with your conversation and Nia cuddles into your side, you glance down at the little girl who was smiling at you, you give her a smile too.

Buck’s arm wraps around your shoulder, he presses a kiss to your temple. “Hey,” he smiles before leaning forward to take a peak at Nia, “Hey kiddo” he reaches out to hold her hand, she smiles at him.

“You 3 look comfortable together” Hen says as she makes her way over with Karen. Buck laughs.

“If you’re open to babysitting, feel free to take the kids anytime” Karen jokes, you smile. “I might take you up on that. It’d be like to have an actual kid around rather than just Buck” you laugh, Buck pouts. “Hey! I’m not that bad” the 3 women all give him looks. Athena pats his shoulder, “that’s what you think Buckaroo”

“Having the kids around would be good practice” Your fiancee thinks out loud.

“Practice for what, darling?”

“You know, one day maybe we’d have kids”

“Oh not now? Not a fan of the whole pregnancy glow thing ?”

“Oh I am, I do it right-” “don’t finish that sentence” you laugh, leaning up to give him a kiss. You had a feeling that your fiancé’s family was about to become yours too.

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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Cause we talked about it.. I now have to ask 😂

Anthony’s Kate in a hockey skirt incident and recreation? Could we see that for a spicy Sunday please 🥺

Thank you

Oh Boyyy

This seems like a good follow up to today's chapter because Anthony fondly remembered his first ever wank (bless him) aided by the visual provided to him in PE class, of Kate Sharma, in a hockey skirt, her Shirt tied in a little knot at her waist, the poor kid didn't know what to do.

And he certainly didn't like the look his Mum gave him the next day when he stood in the laundry hastily shoving his bedsheets into the washing machine, as if she new exactly why a teenage boy would be washing his sheets at 6am on a saturday morning

"Oh God!" Anthony's breath left his body as he looked across that the other PE class on the other half of the field, and spied something he'd probably never wanted to see. Kate Sharma, in a very short skirt, laughing with her friend, their lesson not yet begun, a hockey stick firmly in hand.

Anthony had been watching Kate since she'd arrived at school last year. No, he didn't like how that sounded, that made him sound like a stalker. But... maybe it was possible that he might have a little crush on Kate. And who could blame him. She was smart, far smarter than he was actually, already the top of their class, she was funny: every single time she walked past him she tossed a little quip his way her lips quirking in a smirk, and she was beautiful. So beautiful, it made his chest ache.

And now here she was, wearing an even shorter skirt than usual, her long legs shining in the sun, , a tiny bit of her midriff on display from her shirt, tied at her waist, and Anthony felt something deep inside him tighten, panic rising in his chest, Oh god, please no, not here. Oh christ, she was bending over. He was about to embarrass himself in front of the entire year, his shorts tightening and-

"Ow! Fuck!" A hockey ball collided with the side of his head, knocking him to the floor. And honestly he should have been furious at Simon who was grinning at him unashamedly, but as he went off to the nurses office he could only feel just a little thankful, even as Kate called out

"So I suppose we can rule you out of hockey tryouts next week hey Bridgerton?" As he passed.

Of course as he lay in bed that night, desperately trying to get to sleep, her face had flashed through his mind again, and then his eyes had slipped downwards, to the fact the buttons on her polo shirt hadn't been done up, and her midriff had been on display and her legs were so long and before he knew what was happening he was aching, his hand hesitantly touching at first and then bolder and bolder until he'd made an absolute mess of himself and his bedsheets, and he was certain he'd croaked out her name as it had happened.

This wasn't something Anthony was necessarily proud of, it also was definitely not the last time we'd wanked himself off thinking of Kate Sharma, both before and after they were together. But he'd never told Kate that she'd been the first, it just seemed embarrassing that it had happened so innocuously, she'd just been standing there, going on his her life and he'd practically been humping her leg like a randy dog.

So no, he didn't exactly want to tell her. But of course like everything he did.

"Tell meeeee." Kate said, straddling his chest one sunday morning, her eyes shining with amusement. "Oh my god, is it because it's really embarrassing?" She gasped, "Was it mrs. Danbury?"

Anthony nearly choked, he certainly wasn't going to let her think that! He sighed. "Do you happen to remember that day I got hit in the head with a hockey ball?"

Kate shook her head.

Anthony sighed, "Well when I was 14, I got hit in the head with a hockey ball, and i was distracted because you were further down the field... And I got a hard on."

Kate guffawed, her eyes widening with joy. "Oh my god."

Anthony sighed, "The night I couldn't stop thinking about the fact you hadn't done up the buttons on your polo shirt, and I could see your cleavage like a tiny bit, and you'd tied it up so I could see your midriff and your legs are really long okay? I couldn't help myself. And that was the first time I ever got off." He could feel his ears burning.

Kate was laughing brightly, "So I was standing still at School and that got you off?"

Anthony felt a little indignant, "You bent over actually as well, and you said you wouldn't laugh!"

Kate laughed.

He had almost forgotten about it, weeks later, when he walked through the front door, a little weary from his work day, and stopped dead. Because his very hot girlfriend was sitting at the breakfast bar in their small kitchen, her legs crossed, her eyebrow raised expectantly, and what she was wearing made him swallow convulsively. Kate was wearing a hockey uniform, her poloshirt tied at her waist, the skirt barely hitting her mid thigh and Anthony felt heat pool in his stomach as her dropped his backpack at his feet his hand moving up to run through his hair, nervously.

"Hey." It came out as a little huff as he stared at his teenage fantasy come to life. He felt like all the air had been sucked from the room, as Kate stood, her hips swishing towards him, Anthony swallowed again.

"Welcome home, Honey. " There was a smirk in her voice that told Anthony, as always, she knew exactly the power she wielded over him. "You've been working so hard recently, I thought you deserved a little treat."

Her lips were sucking at his neck before he could even respond, whatever he'd been planning to say cut off with a sharp whine, her hands tugging at his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders before tugging him by the belt towards their bedroom.

Anthony's feet felt clumsy as he followed, stumbling over himself, to get to her just like always. Kate let go when they reached the room, making a little show of settling herself on her side of the bed, the word Princess carved just above her head in his hand writing branding her, and he couldn't help but feel a sharp streak of smug possession that she was his in a way she'd never been anyone else's. That everyone had thought her so prim and proper at school... frigid Baz had said, and here she was, wearing a costume for him, putting on a show.

Anthony tore his shoes off, stripping down to his underwear in a flash, moving to straddle her, his hands already on her, wherever he could reach, aching to slither up her skirt and-

"Anthony, you can't touch there yet. You said you touched yourself. Show me."

Anthony let out a choked noise his head falling to her shoulder, nuzzling against her hair for a moment, his boxers already so tight, his hips bucking towards her.

"Where can i touch?" his voice was cracking, wrenched from his chest as he forced his head off her shoulder, groaning a little as he took in the mischievous look in her eyes.

She tugged his left hand from between her knees, sliding it up her shirt, his hand tightening instinctively. "Here seems nice, no?"

Anthony nodded, his shoulders already heaving as her lips went back to his neck, her teeth nipping, her tongue soothing her finger tips running along his stomach before threading in his hair, and it was too much. She was everywhere, all around him, and he needed some relief, his hand slipped into his boxers, groaning at his own touch, as his hips started thrusting into his hand, his eyes fluttering closed.

Kate tilted his chin towards her lightly, "Don't forget to look, Anthony."

He nodded eagerly, his breath coming in sharp gasps her voice hot in his ear.

"Was it this good the first time?"

Anthony shook his head, "Feeling you there is definitely better."

Kate's eyes had darkened, but her smirk was still in place. "How long did it take you?"

Anthony groaned, his hand tightening as her tongue brushed his ear. "Like... 35 seconds."

Kate chuckled, "Good to see you've improved your stamina. But Honey, the quicker you cum, the quicker i'll let you under the skirt."

Anthony could have died, he really could have, his hips moving even more quickly, Kate all around him, her name falling in a garbled mess from his lips, Kate Kate Kate Kate, you're so fucking hot, oh my god, I'm gonna- He exploded, his vision blinding white for a moment, covering them both in himself, his head dropping back against her shoulder. Her hands running soothingly through his hair as his breathing fought to even out.

And then his brain caught up to him. "Wait, where'd you get this?" He tugged at the skirt.

Kate looked a little guilty, "I stole Eddie's."

Anthony's mouth fell open, horrified. "Kate! I just came on your sister's school uniform."

Kate chuckled, "It's okay, she doesn't want it back. She seemed to realise I wanted it for nefarious purposes and told Mary she lost hers." her tongue clicked, "Are you too upset to crawl under the skirt?"

Anthony groaned sliding down her body, nudging her legs apart, "I don't think I could ever be too upset for that."

#good girls au #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #molly's asks and answers

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clusterbuck · 3 years

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let go and i'll hold you up

(1.3k, rated G, complete) read it on ao3

in which i saw the health scare panic attack speculation and ran with it

Eddie jolts upright in the middle of the night, and he can’t breathe.

He can’t remember what he was dreaming about, just flashes of blood and a general sense of dread, but it doesn’t matter because he can’t breathe. He’s gasping for air, taking in big desperate gulps of it, but there must be some kind of disconnect somewhere in his respiratory system because it doesn’t feel like any of it is reaching his lungs. Instead of inflating they’re collapsing in on themselves, constricted by an iron chain wrapped around his chest.

Darkness starts creeping in at the edges of his vision as his useless, gasping breaths come faster and faster, the hitch of them echoing around the emptiness of his room. His heart skips a beat, and not the pleasant fluttery way it sometimes does around Buck; it stutters and skips and for a long moment, Eddie is terrified it isn’t going to start again.

Then it starts again and starts racing for good measure, and he’s dimly aware of sweat beading on his forehead.

Something in the back of his mind whispers heart attack, and the thought does nothing to help his laboured breathing.

Eddie is a man with a fair amount of medical training, but he could be a goddamn cardiothoracic surgeon and it wouldn’t do him any good right now. All he can think about is the way every aborted breath makes his chest squeeze tighter and the way his vision is beginning to blur. There’s no room for medicine, no room for anything except the growing certainty that this is how he is going to die.

He makes a desperate effort to reach for his phone on the nightstand, but his fingers don’t fully obey him and he ends up knocking it onto the floor. He can’t see where it lands, but he knows without a shadow of a doubt that it’s out of his reach. Even if it’s just next to his bed, there’s no way he’s going to be able to get to it.

Eddie collapses against the headboard, slack like a rag doll. There’s only one thing he can think of left, one last-ditch attempt.

He calls out for Buck, knowing even as he does it that his voice isn’t going to carry all the way to the living room couch. It’s definitely not going to wake anybody up like this, hoarse and broken and barely above a whisper.

Only then the door to his bedroom opens and Buck is there anyway, looming in the doorway with concern splashed clear across his face.

Of course Buck is there. Buck always seems to know what he needs before he does.

Buck comes to sit on the edge of Eddie’s bed and reaches over to help him sit up. “Eddie? What’s going on?”

“Hospital,” Eddie manages to gasp out. “I think—heart attack—”

Buck frowns, but instead of springing into action like Eddie’s expecting him to, he puts two fingers on Eddie’s throat, right over his pulse point.

“Okay,” Buck says, more to himself than to Eddie. “Eddie, what hurts?”

“Chest. Can’t—can’t breathe.”

“Nothing else?”

Eddie closes his eyes and tries to take stock of his body through the breathless fear. “Shoulder,” he decides.

“Left or right?”

“Right.”

“The gunshot wound?”

“Yeah.” It aches, but it’s the steady ache that’s been his constant companion for weeks now.

Buck exhales, and there’s relief in the way he slumps just a little. “Okay,” Buck says again. “I don’t think it’s a heart attack. Eddie, I think you’re having a panic attack.”

Oh.

That… makes sense.

“I need you to breathe with me,” Buck is saying now, but knowing what’s going on hasn’t given Eddie any more control over his lungs than he had a minute ago. He tries to inhale, and he knows they’re both listening to the awful rasping as he gets just enough air to keep him conscious.

“Here,” Buck says, and takes Eddie’s uninjured hand. He places it on his own chest, palm down and fingers spread, and Eddie instinctively clutches at Buck’s shirt. Buck covers Eddie’s hand with his own. “Try to match me, okay?”

Then Buck takes a deep breath, long and slow, and Eddie feels the way his chest rises and falls with it. His first attempts to match it fail almost before they begin, his own breathing still choppy and erratic, but he is surrounded by steadiness: Buck’s breathing, deep and even. Buck’s eyes on his, open and unwavering. Buck’s pulse thundering under his hand, slow and unfaltering.

Eddie doesn’t know how long it takes, but eventually, some of the steadiness becomes his, too.

He lowers his hand from Buck’s chest, but he doesn’t let go of his hand.

“Better?” Buck asks, barely above a whisper.

“A little,” Eddie says. He’s breathing a little easier, no longer feels like he’s about to suffocate with every halting inhale, but the tattoo of his heartbeat against his ribs is still a little too fast and he can’t seem to settle comfortably into his skin.

“See?” Buck says. “Not a heart attack. You’d be feeling worse if it was.”

Eddie manages something resembling a laugh.

Buck must recognise that he’s not fully there yet, because the next thing he says is “Do you want to try something else?”

Eddie nods.

“Okay, tell me three things you can see,” Buck says.

Eddie tears his gaze away from Buck to look around the room, squinting through the near-darkness. “The light from the hallway,” he says. “The photo of us with Chris on the wall.” He looks back Buck. “You.”

“Three things you can hear?”

“The AC. Traffic outside. You.”

“Three things you can feel?”

“My shirt. The bedsheets.” He squeezes Buck’s hand. “You.”

Buck squeezes back. “Any better?”

And Eddie is surprised to find that it is. “Yeah.”

“Sometimes you just need to think about something else for a moment.” A shadow crosses Buck’s face. “Eddie, does this—is it—”

Eddie knows what Buck’s going to ask. He knows that he probably really needs to talk about it. But as the panic ebbs it is replaced by exhaustion, the kind that weighs him down like his bones are made of lead. He doesn’t have it in him to have a serious conversation.

“Can it—can we do this in the morning?” he asks, trying and failing not to punctuate the sentence with a yawn.

Immediately, Buck softens. “Of course. You should get some rest anyway.” Then he gets up, and turns like he’s about to leave the room.

Eddie’s hand shoots out to grab Buck. Buck looks down at where Eddie’s fingers are wrapped around his wrist, and then back up at Eddie.

“Will you stay?” Eddie asks, and swallows. “With me?”

“You know I will,” Buck says. “Always.” And as Buck rounds the bed to climb in on Eddie’s uninjured side, Eddie wonders what the hell he’s supposed to make of that.

Buck settles into the bed like a corpse into a coffin, so stiff Eddie can practically feel him holding his breath. Sleep is already tugging at him, but he’s not about to let Buck spend the night planking like it’s 2011.

“Buck,” he groans, fumbling in his direction with his good hand. “Will you just—” He finds one of Buck’s hands and tugs. There’s not much force behind it, not in his current state, but Buck follows anyway, and Eddie feels the bed shift as Buck rolls towards him.

Eddie’s on his back, propped up with pillows to take pressure off his injured shoulder, so he can’t wrap Buck around himself the way he wants to. But he guides Buck towards him anyway, until Buck’s arm is resting on his stomach and Buck’s head is tucked into his shoulder.

It’s only as Eddie’s just about to fall asleep that he realises he’s basically manhandled Buck into this.

“Is this okay?” he mumbles, hoping it’s still coherent enough.

“Is it—” Buck says, and it sounds like he’s choking out a laugh. “God, Eddie. Yeah. It’s okay.”

Eddie smiles as he drifts into sleep.

#buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #i'm sure i'm not the only person to write this lol #but isn't the point of fic to have 12 different takes on the same thing #idk about you but that's what i'm here for as a reader #shush emma #emma writes

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elisela · 3 years

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and eat it too buck x eddie, 1.3k, fluff for @eddiediaz the love of my life

“Red velvet with cream cheese frosting,” Hen says, a faraway look on her face, chin tilted up. Eddie feels the same way as he thinks about his own childhood birthdays and the cakes his mom would make, always chocolate, always with some type of filling that makes Eddie cringe now—he’s pretty sure that he insisted on Pop Rocks one year. “Everything else she tried to make was a disaster.”

“Unless it’s chocolate on chocolate, it’s wrong,” Chim says, and curls in on himself when Buck hits him with a throw pillow.

“The bakery my mom always ordered from made a really good carrot cake,” Buck says, and Eddie can practically hear the conversation screech to a halt.

“Yeah, it was a bakery,” Chim says, looking over at Buck. “Of course it was good. But you’ve got to have some kind of birthday cake horror story, everyone does.”

The smile on Buck’s face becomes a little fixed, too rigid. “She wasn’t the homemade cake kinda mom,” he says, shrugging. “What does it matter? The cake was good.”

Eddie can’t pinpoint exactly why it matters to him that Buck’s never had a homemade birthday cake, only that it does. But Buck’s birthday is only three months away, and Eddie can definitely remedy that.

Maybe.

Boxed cake mix can’t be so hard, can it?

He does a trial run a month out. Chocolate cake mix, canned frosting—the expensive kind from Whole Foods, natural sugar and all that shit that Buck blathers on about occasionally when he gets deep into tracking his macros. He follows the directions on the back with fidelity, watches a damn YouTube video just to be sure, lets it cool before spreading the frosting and cutting a slice for Chris.

Chris looks at him suspiciously before taking a bite. “Did you do something wrong? Max’s dad gives him candy when he does something wrong.”

“Buck’s birthday is next month,” Eddie says, giving Chris a look. He’ll stick with apologies over bribes when he fucks up, thank you very much. “I thought we could make him a cake.”

Chris’ brow furrows. “Why don’t you ask abuela? Buck likes her cake.”

Eddie stops. “I just thought it’d be nice,” he says, frowning. Asking abuela hadn’t actually crossed his mind, but maybe it should have. It feels like cheating, even though he knows abuela made plenty of his birthday cakes. “We can ask her to make him one, too,” he says after a moment. “You know Buck’s sweet tooth.”

Chris takes another bite and shrugs. “It’s okay,” he says finally. “But abuela’s is better. I think she puts vanilla in it. Did you do that?”

He hadn’t—the box hadn’t called for it. “It’s chocolate cake,” he says, “why would you need vanilla?”

Chris rolls his eyes.

Despite his coworkers teasing him, Eddie is not afraid of technology, he just doesn’t like how it tracks his every move and stores a lifetime of information about him, which is a perfectly reasonable thing to dislike. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t use it—it’s the first thing he turns to after Chris is unenthusiastic about the cake (although he had no problem finishing off half of it himself over several days).

Eddie’s not fooling himself—he’ll settle for good, which is frankly just a step above okay. He’s well aware of his abilities, and they don’t include baking anything that anyone will clamor for, but he can live with that when he saves lives on a regular basis.

“Why are you doing this?” Chris asks, eyes roaming over the ingredients on the counter. “You never made me a birthday cake.”

“You want me to make yours this year instead of abuela?” he asks. He will, but he doubts that’s the point. His kid is getting—too old, too interested in Eddie’s life, too presumptuous—

“Sure, but only if abuela still makes one,” Chris says, and Eddie snorts.

“Nice try.”

Chris shrugs like it was worth a shot and eyes the counter again. “Call me when it’s done,” he says, and then, over his shoulder, “just tell Buck you love him.”

Casually.

Like it’s no big deal.

Eddie doesn’t bother denying it.

The second attempt goes better. The third goes horribly—it tastes good, but Eddie can rarely leave well enough alone and decides his ambition is taking him to new heights in baking and that a two-layered cake is what Buck would really like. By the time he’s gotten both layers level, there’s hardly any cake left—and three days before Buck’s birthday he sets a slice of cake in front of Chris and prays.

Chris, simply to torture him, eats every bite—incredibly slowly—before nodding. “This is really good, Dad,” he says, giving Eddie a crooked grin. “Can I take some to school tomorrow for Maria?”

“Just tell her you love her,” Eddie says, and Chris’ mouth drops open before he starts to laugh.

He follows every step the same way the morning of Buck’s birthday. He spends extra time making sure he didn’t drop any eggshells in the batter, gets the espresso shot from the better coffee shop a few miles away, and uses the organic, full-fat milk in place of the water in the recipe. He keeps the canned frosting as a back-up and spends too long looking for the old handheld beaters he inherited from abuela so that he can try making the buttercream on his own—and then eats at least a quarter of it straight out of the bowl when he’s done before he manages to stop himself.

They celebrated the day before at the station, when all of them were on shift, with a carrot cake that Maddie had gotten from a bakery, but Buck is supposed to come over later—the family celebration, he’d called it, and Eddie had to pretend his heart didn’t give out at the words.

The cake is as far as Eddie will go, though—abuela’s providing the rest of the food, though he’s pretty sure it’s just because Chris had let his baking experiments slip and she wants to see how big of a disaster it’ll be.

Eddie’s looking forward, just a little, to showing off.

Dinner goes well, sitting in the backyard at twilight; Buck is gracious as he opens gifts, exclaiming happily over each one. He tears up when Chris hands him a robotics team sweatshirt with a beaming grin and tells him the team is a go—his school had finally approved the activity and Buck had offered to help out at the meetings and competitions. Eddie’s gift of an emergency kit for his car—he still can’t believe Buck doesn’t have one—is boring and practical, but Buck will find the gift certificates for mini-golf when he finally gets around to opening it up and Eddie finds a strange joy in knowing that he’ll be surprised later on.

When it’s time for cake, he’s surprised to realize he’s nervous. Chris—well, Chris hadn’t been joking when he told Eddie just to tell Buck he loved him, but—that’s kind of what Eddie’s trying to do. He’s just not sure that Buck will understand.

“Dad made it himself,” Chris blurts out as soon as their done singing happy birthday, and Buck turns a blinding smile his way.

“Thanks, Eddie,” he says, and it’s soft enough that Eddie thinks he might know.

“Make a wish,” Eddie says, wishing he didn’t sound so hoarse, so breathless, and Buck closes his eyes as he blows out the candles.

Buck’s warm against him, thumb rubbing against Eddie’s knuckles as they sit on the patio steps, half-empty beer bottles at their feet as the sounds of Los Angeles at night float past them. “What’d you wish for?” Eddie asks, finally breaking the quiet.

“Same thing I wished for the last five years,” Buck says, looking over at him with a small smile. “This. You and Chris.”

“You got us,” he says, and leans in to kiss Buck again, new and exhilarating and so achingly familiar, all at once.

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie fic #for may my sunrise #queenmay #fluff fluff fluff #eli writes

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extasiswings · 3 years

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Get in, clowns. We’re going to the circus. On ao3.

Eddie’s palms are sweaty.

It’s warm outside, the sun beating down on the park bench where he’s sitting, but it’s the nerves that have his hands clammy as he turns his water bottle over between them.

When Buck had walked in the house earlier, he’d taken one look at Eddie and rolled his eyes before shoving him back into his bedroom.

“You can’t wear that,” Buck said, rifling through Eddie’s dresser. He emerged with Eddie’s tightest pair of jeans and shoved them at his chest before turning to the drawers with shirts.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Eddie asked, baffled as he looked down at himself and then, skeptically, at the jeans.

“You look like a dad.” Buck’s voice went muffled for a moment before he made a noise of victory and pulled out a deep red, long-sleeved shirt that Eddie’s pretty sure is at least a size too small.

“Kind of hard not to. Since I am one and all. That’s not exactly a secret.”

“Yeah, but you can look like a hot dad who is making an effort instead of a regular dad going to the grocery store or something. You’ll thank me later.”

After Eddie had changed and walked out of the bathroom, Buck’s face shifted—Eddie could have sworn his eyes darkened, that his voice was rougher as he pronounced Eddie much better.

So Eddie knows he looks good.

But his palms are still sweaty. He uncaps the water bottle and takes a sip more to have something to do than because he needs it. And then he starts drumming his fingers against his thigh, needing something to occupy them, some way to move.

He’s tempted to pull out his phone, to reread the latest texts from Bobby or even the shameless teasing in the group text that Buck started with his sisters—and boy, was that a mistake, putting the three of them in touch, because Eddie never in a million years would have told them he was going on a date if he hadn’t done it by accident because Buck’s direct messages happened to be right below the group—

He’s still not sure he should be, is the thing. Dating. He still feels like he can’t quite breathe right when he thinks too hard about it. Can still play that last dinner with Shannon over on loop, from her asking for a divorce to the implication that really being with him again would be so terrible she would have to run for the hills and leave their child behind.

He didn’t exactly have great self-esteem to begin with.

Eddie wipes his palms on his jeans—he’s in the middle of debating whether it’s bad parenting to make up an emergency involving your kid to get out of a date, when—

“Eddie! Hi,” Ana greets, walking up the path.

The anxiety in his chest twists tighter as he gets up from the bench and waves.

“Hey. You, uh—you look really nice,” he says, because it’s true and also the easiest thing he can remember from the last time he did this.

Ana smiles. “So do you.”

There’s a pause that lingers a little too long and then they both start trying to speak at once, cutting off abruptly when they realize. Eddie rubs self-consciously at the back of his neck.

“Should we walk?” Ana offers, nodding down the path where it leads into the trees.

“Sure, yeah,” Eddie agrees.

It’s actually not...bad. She asks him about work and that’s a safe enough topic that he’s comfortable spending a few minutes telling her stories from the station. She shares a little about the challenges of virtual teaching. And then she asks about Chris, and, well, that’s an easy subject—Eddie could talk about Chris all day.

He just finishes the story about the actual building of Christopher’s skateboard—which involved no small amount of comical trial and error on the part of two decidedly not Chris-sized grown men—when Ana gets a thoughtful look on her face and glances sideways at him.

“Can I ask you something personal?” She asks.

Eddie rocks back on his heels and hooks his thumbs in his pockets. “Sure.”

“How long has it been for you?”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Since...the last time I dated?”

Ana nods.

“Well…” He wets his lips to stall. “The last person I dated was my wife. And I’m not sure it was really dating in the same way after we were married so...I guess...eleven years give or take?”

He laughs and he can hear the edge of self-deprecation. “That obvious I’m out of practice?”

“No,” Ana says. “No, that wasn’t—it’s really not actually. Although it does explain some things.”

“Things?”

She bites her lip. “Nothing bad,” she insists. “Just—”

“Have you ever been on a date where the other person talked about their ex the whole time and it was kind of obvious they still had feelings for them and you couldn’t help wondering why they weren’t with the ex when they clearly wanted to be?” She asks.

Eddie blinks, scrolling back through their conversation trying to think—he’s pretty sure he hasn’t mentioned Shannon except for the once. And he’s not still—

“In high school, maybe?” He answers. “But I’m not sure—”

“I was trying to figure out if you and Buck ever dated,” she clarifies, and Eddie stops in his tracks, his mind shorting out as he takes that in.

“I—what?”

They’re back at the parking lot anyway, and although they could take another loop around the park, Ana stops by the closest bench and smiles as she leans against it.

“Look, I like you, Eddie,” she says. “And if I’m totally off base and you want to see me again, I will definitely pick up the phone. But if I’m not? I couldn’t not say something.”

“Buck’s my best friend,” Eddie replies. His head is swimming but it surprisingly doesn’t feel bad. More like he’s been handed the clue card for a puzzle he was trying to solve and while the pieces haven’t quite come together fully, they’re getting there.

“You talk about him like he’s your partner. Like the three of you are a family. And when you talk about him you look like…” Ana shakes her head and laughs, but it’s not unkind. Just soft and maybe a little longing. “I would love for someone to look like that when they’re talking about me. Thinking about me. So, I thought you should know. Just in case you didn’t.”

Another puzzle piece falls into place and Eddie sucks in a breath.

“I do like you,” he says.

“Yeah...but you’re in love with him. Right?” Eddie’s quiet and Ana nods.

“I’m gonna go,” she decides. “This was nice, for the record. Maybe we can do it again. As friends next time.”

“Ana—” Eddie calls after her. When she looks back over her shoulder though, he’s not sure what to say except, “...thank you.”

“Let me know how it works out?” She asks. “I’m a little invested now.”

Eddie laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah...sure.”

He drives home in a daze, so much of the past two years—maybe even longer—suddenly thrown into new light. Everything he’s been afraid of, everything that’s been holding him back—all of the baggage and insecurities that Shannon left behind, that have made him feel like he’s not good enough, like he can’t be a partner to anyone—

He never stopped and looked too hard at what he already had. What he was already doing.

What he has. What he is doing.

With Buck.

In the stark glare of hindsight, it’s easy to see—he was still married when they met, was worn down and bruised and not looking for anything. He needed a friend and Buck slipped in to fill that void and Eddie...put him in a box. Put them in a box. Carefully compartmentalizing every aspect of his life because it was easier that way, because it allowed him to sort through the tangled knots of expectation from any number of other sides, any number of other identities—husband, father, son.

There was no baggage attached to friend. No forgive and forget and take your wife back because kids need their mothers or you’ll drag him down with you or I wasn’t enough.

There was just...Buck. Present. Supportive. Caring about him. Believing in him. The real him—masks off, walls down, warts and all.

The longer Eddie thinks, the clearer things become. His mind flips through memories like a scrapbook—panic attacks and phone calls at two in the morning, nights on the couch playing video games with Christopher and the slower, lingering moments with just the two of them after they put him to bed, all those months sharing a bed in Buck’s apartment while he despaired over being away from his son and Buck reminded him he was a good dad—

How many of those nights had Eddie wanted to kiss him? How many times had he felt that buzz under his skin, the whisper of it would be so easy, only to shove it down because it was too dangerous to deal with.

And when he thinks now about the future, about having someone in his home, in his bed, in his life, when he pictures it, all he can see is Buck.

It feels right.

“I love him,” Eddie says out loud, tasting the words on his tongue, letting them linger.

I love him.

His pulse spikes with his anxiety, but it calms down as he sits with it. Because he knows Buck’s not going to leave. He trusts that. Buck’s seen him at his worst and none of that has ever driven him away. So maybe…

Eddie’s mind flicks back to earlier in the day, to the dark heat in Buck’s gaze as it dragged over him before he looked away.

...yeah. They’ll be okay.

He’s home before he even really registers and takes a few slow breaths before he shuts off the truck and gets out. When he steps through the door, it’s a strange feeling. The space is familiar but not. More...settled somehow. Home.

Home.

Eddie closes the door behind him and follows the sound of running water to the kitchen. He stops in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and spends a moment just watching Buck scrub potatoes in the sink until the other man glances up and notices him.

“Hey,” Buck greets. “Chris is reading in his room, I’m just working on dinner. How was the date?”

God, I love you, Eddie thinks, and nearly has to bite his tongue to keep it to himself.

Yeah. It’s right.

He shrugs. “It was fine. Ana’s nice.”

“When’s the next date then?” There’s an odd note in Buck’s voice that makes Eddie push off the frame and step closer.

“There’s not going to be one,” he replies. “Ana’s nice...but I don’t want to date her.”

Buck stops. Shuts off the water and turns, leaning back against the sink.

“No?” Buck’s brow furrows. “It’s not—do you still feel like you’re not ready?”

“No, it’s not that,” Eddie replies. “I do think I’m ready. But with the right person.”

His heart is pounding in his chest, but it’s not fear. More...anticipation.

He swallows hard.

“Ana said something that made me realize that...I don’t want to start from scratch with some stranger.”

Eddie takes another step closer and Buck inhales sharply, emotions shifting across his face too quickly for Eddie to name them all.

“Eddie…” Buck sounds hoarse, a little disbelieving. He leans forward for a moment before shaking his head, clearing his throat.

“I can’t—I need you to be specific,” he says. “Because I can’t make assumptions here, I can’t—”

Eddie kisses him. Steps in far enough that Buck’s body presses flush against his, slides his hand around the back of Buck’s neck, and kisses him. Buck makes a small noise and grips him right back, his hands curving around Eddie’s hips nearly tight enough to bruise in sharp contrast to the way Eddie’s mouth feathers against his, soft as anything.

“Specific enough?” Eddie breathes, staying close enough that their lips brush again. Buck surges up and uses his grip on Eddie’s hips to turn them, pinning Eddie against the counter as he kisses him again in response. Once, twice, three times, and Eddie shivers.

He hasn’t been kissed in so long, hasn’t been touched with intention like this—he’d forgotten what it felt like. His body floods with heat as Buck’s hands slip under his shirt, spreading wide over his rib cage, and he parts his lips eagerly for Buck’s tongue.

Down the hall, a door closes, and Buck jumps back, Eddie slumping against the counter to keep himself upright. Buck is flushed and panting and Eddie’s pretty sure he can’t look much better, too warm and electric, wanting, wanting, wanting—

Both of them catch their breath and watch the door, but Christopher doesn’t appear. After a minute Eddie catches the faint sound of a toilet flushing and he looks back at Buck.

And he laughs. It bubbles up from his chest like champagne fizz, bright and warm and right, and apparently it’s contagious because Buck starts up as well, stepping in again and sliding his arms around Eddie’s waist, ducking his head to laugh breathlessly against Eddie’s neck.

When they calm down, Buck stays close, his lips feathering over Eddie’s pulse. Eddie hums and closes his eyes as he tips his head back to give Buck better access.

“I’m in love with you,” he says. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

Buck’s lips curve up against Eddie’s skin.

“Well that’s convenient,” he replies. “Since Chris was asking me earlier why you couldn’t just date me if you were going to date again.”

Eddie’s startled into another laugh. “Really?”

“Really.”

Eddie grins and opens his eyes again. “Hey Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“Go out with me?”

Buck snorts and pushes him out of the way so he can go back to the potatoes.

“Help me finish getting dinner together and we’ll see.” But the second Eddie turns away, Buck snags him by a belt loop and reels him back in for another kiss.

“Yes,” Buck says. “Yes.”

And it’s right.

#chapel writes #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #911 fic

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sibylsleaves · 2 years

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fuck it friday

ok ok ok since it’s “fuck it” friday i’m going to say fuck it and post something nsfw from the smut fic im working on right now as a break from roommates fic (did i get impatient writing so much pining just waiting for them to fuck and decided to write a fic about them fucking? yes)

tagged by @clusterbuck @halosdiaz @capseycartwright @messyhairdiaz @rewritetheending ily all!!

“Everything’s fine,” Buck says. “Are you, uh, alone?”

And oh, Eddie knows that tone. Not that he’s all that surprised, given that there aren’t too many other reasons Buck would call at a quarter to midnight.

He really shouldn’t let Buck reel him in like this, not while Eddie’s still on shift, but it’s been a long damn week and Eddie misses him like crazy.

“I mean, I’m still in a firehouse with like twenty other people, but there’s no one in my immediate vicinity,” Eddie answers dryly. “What’s up?”

“I miss you,” Buck says. “I miss your cock.”

”Jesus Christ,” Eddie groans.

Buck laughs, delighted. “Should I tell you what I’m doing right now?”

“You definitely should not,” Eddie says, already practically panting. “Tell me anyway.”

The words come out way too demanding, but Buck doesn’t seem to mind.

“Well,” he says, “I’m in bed.”

Eddie lets out another little groan.

Buck laughs again, bright and playful and god, Eddie misses him. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet!”

“You’re in my bed, thinking about my cock. Sounds pretty good to me.”

“Would be better if you were here,” Buck says. “But I’m making do without you.”

tagging @burnthatbridge @colonoscopys @iinryer @homerforsure @two-cut-lines @hetrez @hoediaz to post literally anything, doesn’t have to be fic, it’s friday so fuck it!!

#fuck it friday #sibyls wips #sibyls smut era

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capseycartwright · 3 years

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“Okay hear me out… What if we have sex?” for buddie please!

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“Okay hear me out… What if we have sex?”

And okay, Eddie’s completely baffled look was probably justified, but Buck actually had a sound logic to back up his suggestion - really, he did. Shifting so he was lying on his side, looking intently at Eddie, Buck spoke again, the space between them in Buck’s double bed feeling positively cavernous as he scrambled to explain himself.

“You’re my best friend,” Buck said simply, gesturing vaguely around his loft apartment - an apartment they shared with Hen, and Chimney, most of the time, their friends working an opposite shift that day, giving Buck and Eddie some time to breathe before the loft was packed to the rafters again. “And in case you hadn’t noticed, we’re living through an actual plague right now.”

Eddie still looked suitably confused, nestled under Buck’s navy duvet. Buck hadn’t realised how much Eddie craved comfort, and cosiness, until he’d arrived at Buck’s door with a suitcase in hand and his eyes red raw from crying the whole way from abuela’s to Buck’s, not sure when he’d see Christopher next. “And that led you to propose we have sex how, exactly?”

“Because we’re best friends, and neither of us have exactly been getting any, lately - and even if we wanted to, there’s the whole global pandemic to contend with,” Buck continued in a rush, doubting himself now. Had he read the situation all wrong? No - no, surely he couldn’t have. He and Eddie had always been comfortable with each other, and sharing an apartment, a bed, during lockdown had only served to break down every last boundary left between them. Buck wasn’t even slightly concerned when Eddie barged into the bathroom looking for his toothbrush when Buck was in the shower, anymore - sex wasn't an outrageous jump. “So, who better to have sex with than each other?”

Eddie’s nose scrunched up adorably. “Buck,” he said, voice soft. “You know I can’t do meaningless sex.”

And Buck knew that - of course he did. Right back when lockdown first began, and quarantine hit, and they had nothing to do except lie in bed at night and talk, he and Eddie had plenty of conversations about life, and love - and their sexualities. They’d talked about how Buck had always felt like the bisexual label fit him perfectly, and they’d talked about how Eddie had never really found a label that suited him, because he didn’t necessarily look at an attractive person and want to hook up with them - not in the same was as Buck did - and how he needed there to be an emotional connection, first, and Buck had done some Googling and proudly presented his best friend with the definition of demi-sexuality and Eddie had finally found a label that fit.

The point was -

Buck knew Eddie didn’t do meaningless sex.

“That’s the beauty of it being between us, Eddie - it wouldn’t be meaningless, because you’re my best friend,” Buck nudged. “You’re probably the healthiest emotional connection I have, actually.”

Eddie was quiet, for a second. “I’ve never been with a guy before,” he admitted, clearly considering Buck’s proposal a bit more seriously than Buck had expected him to, given how doubtful he’d seemed a few minutes previously.

“The mechanics aren’t actually all that different,” Buck said, thinking of the practicalities of it all. People made a fuss about nothing, if you asked him - a body was a body and everybody looked and felt and reacted differently, regardless of gender. “And maybe I can finally teach you something, Diaz.”

“Don’t call me Diaz,” Eddie rolled his eyes, poking Buck’s side, making him squirm. “It wouldn’t - it wouldn’t make things weird between us, right?”

Buck shook his head, shuffling closer to Eddie - close enough that he could hear the steady rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, feel each puff of breath against his cheeks. “No, never,” he said, firmly - fiercely. “Nothing will ever change the fact you’re my best friend, Eddie. I love you - like honestly an embarrassing amount. You’re my favourite person.”

“Don’t tell Christopher that,” Eddie teased, quiet again for a minute or two. “So we’re just going to platonically have sex because we’re both horny and living through a plague?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow, and sure, okay, when you phrased it like that, it seemed a bit ridiculous, but the stay-at-home order was mind-numbing, and lockdown was boring, and Buck liked sex, okay, and he missed sex - and whatever unhealthy relationship he had with it in the past wasn’t the point, not anymore, not when Buck was craving the intimacy of sex, the famiiarity of the way iot felt to have someone elses body move against yours.

(The problem had never been the sex, really - it had been what Buck was using sex to try and ignore.)

“That’s about it, yeah,” Buck confirmed. “The best sex - in my experience - is with the people you’re already able to communicate with. You know? The people you can talk to, and be honest with about what you want, and don’t want - the people you’re not trying to impress.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to try and impress me?”

And listen - Buck 2.0 was a different man to the one he’d been when he first started at the 118, sure, but if there was anything he was still spectacularly good at, it was sex. Easily, Buck maneuvered them so he was stradling Eddie’s hips, enjoying the way Eddie’s eyes widened in shock as Buck easily pinned his wrists either side of his head.

“Oh, I’ll be trying to impress you alright,” Buck said smoothly, getting close enough to kiss Eddie, but not quite committing to the embrace yet, giving Eddie a chance to bow out and they could forget the entire conversation.

Instead, Eddie angled his chin slightly, body slack and pliable in Buck’s grip. “What are you waiting for, then?”

And fuck, if that wasn’t a clear invitation to kiss Eddie, Buck wasn’t sure what it was.

(The somersault Buck’s stomach did when he finally kissed Eddie felt like a revelation - a very ill-timed revelation, considering Eddie’s tongue was halfway down Buck’s throat when Buck realised he didn’t want to have sex with Eddie to help a friend out. Oh, no - no, Buck was fucking in love with his best friend.

Shit. Fuck.

This was going to end up being weird, wasn’t it?)

#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic #i know this is ridiculous as a concept but enjoy

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what-do-1000-swords-look-like · 3 years

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Wait if they’re paralleling s3 for the buddie storyline we all know where that one ended with buck and Eddie practically a family taking pictures soo 👀

Hey, Nonnie! Exactly. ;-) I mean that whole graduation party (in the same episode where Buck gets closure with Abby) is so very telling:

And they purposely kept Eddie, Buck, and Christopher separate during the pictures. We only see Eddie and Christopher, Buck and Christopher, or Eddie and Buck (or both Buck and Eddie with the 118). They didn't put the three together because that would have been too obvious but they made sure to show you that this is a solidified family unit because of the summer camp scene, the fact that Buck and Christopher are a hell of a lot closer now than they were in 3x01 (the graduation party contrasting with Buck's party), and so are Eddie and Buck. Not to mention all of the loud imagery where Eddie is alone (with Christopher):

And so is Buck (with Christopher):

Almost as if there's someone missing from each scene (more specifically Eddie's). Especially with that card Christopher made him. Not only is it a connection to the one Chris made Buck in 3x01 but they literally chose to put two hearts in there. It could be symbolic for Eddie and Christopher but considering the two are usually synonymous and we know at this point Eddie is not yet distinguishing his heart and Chris', and with how loud his scenes are, that 2nd heart is for someone else.

Not to mention in one section of the pictures, we get a sequence of pictures that goes like this:

And even though these aren't in the same sequence, they do follow after it in this succession when the photo montages pop back up on the screen:

The reason these particular photos are so important (outside of the obvious reasons) is because the props being used are also helping to show us something. The blow up guitars, the pompoms, the sunglasses, and the hats. In the shot of Eddie and Buck, Buck has the blowup guitar and Eddie has a gold pom pom tucked into his shirt. In that sequence the other time we see the gold pom pom is when Athena is holding it for her picture with Bobby, which is interesting because Eddie and Athena started paralleling a bit that season. The blow up guitars are different colors but you have Buck holding one in his picture with Eddie, and then Christopher is holding another one in his picture with Buck. Then you move to the other two pictures that weren't in that sequence.

Karen, Hen, and Denny in their family photo have the pink pom pom (the other one Athena was holding with Bobby), the sunglasses (which are on Buck's head with Eddie), the green hat that Hen is wearing (which Buck wore with Christopher), the blow up guitar Denny is holding (which Buck and Christopher both had their own in each of their photos), and the hat Denny is wearing (though it is a different color compared to Christopher's). We never see Eddie in a hat (that I can remember anyways). Then you have Maddie who is waving red and silver pom poms but who is by herself which stood out because most of the photos if not all had more than one person in it. So for her to be taking a picture by herself but with two different colored pom poms when Chim is there and Buck and the 118 and May and with what happens a few minutes from now for her story...that definitely means something.

And in the ending montage of what's next for the characters we have:

Buck talking to Bobby and apologizing for the train & Bobby making sure Buck is okay (also contrasting their conversation in 3x01)

Karen correcting Hen's test and giving it to Denny to give to her

Eddie waving goodbye as Christopher heads off to summer camp

Maddie and Chim finding out they're pregnant

Chim asking to help Hen study for the MCATs (which she ends up doing better afterwards than she had previously)

All of this was so loud. Eddie's missing a partner, romantically and as an official co-parent. The Buckley Diaz family is a thing but it's not official just yet. Not like Hen, Karen, and Denny. Hen now has Chim's full support (her partner) and she's doing better. Buck is okay and moving on from the topic of Abby completely now that that chapter is closed out. Maddie and Chim (and Buck) are no longer the only people in the group without kids.

So yes, Nonnie, season 5 is going to be very interesting indeed! ;-)

Thank you for the ask! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your night!!! <3

#ask #buddie #buck x eddie #hello season 3 my old friend #911 fox #ask answered #buddie ask

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datleggy · 3 years

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Totally random thought I had right as I am going to bed but ya know that show "I didn't know I was pregnant"? Buck would be on that show lol the boy is oblivious when it comes to his own body, so like I can perfectly picture him collapsing on the job one day wracked with pain, and then Hen is poking around his stomach where it hurts, her, Buck and Eddie packed into the back of the ambulance as Chim and Bobby drive to the hospital, and she gets out the stethoscope to try and listen for internal bleeding or anything but instead finds an infant heartrate and she's like "Buck, you're pregnant?" And he's like "uh, no? What the hell?" And then his water breaks and he tries to convince hen and Eddie that he had an accident bc even that would be a better alternative to suddenly figuring out he's about to have a baby???? What the fuck???? But Eddie holds his hand all the way through it and by the time they get to the hospital, Buck has a healthy newborn cradled against his chest, Eddie knelt beside him and alternating between kissing buck and the baby on the head, and observing the baby in disbelief. I can also picture Buck like, sobbing his sorry's to Eddie the entire time he's pushing, like "Eddie I swear I had no idea, if I had known, I would have told you!" And Eddie is just reassuring him the entire time like "don't worry about that now, Buck, just concentrate. No one is mad, okay? But you gotta focus on the- on the baby" and buck just sobs and nods and focuses on the delivery again. But for a good while Buck is in denial that any of this is happening and it takes a lot of convincing and encouragement from both hen and Eddie for him to start actively participating in his baby's birth. Anyways, random half asleep thought is finished sorry for the long ask hdshsjjsjdbsjsj

WELL SHIT ok so i actually love that show and i could see buck doing this lmao so i wrote a thing. also ignore all medical inaccuracies, this is my distraction from monday lmao let me have this wildly inept fic pls.

also just in case, it’s pretty brief, i think, but TW for talk of weight and weight gain

It's nearing the end of their shift now and Buck can almost hear his feet howling at him in pain. Today hadn't even really been all that busy, he thinks, annoyed at his own body's betrayal. He's not even thirty yet, but in the last couple of months he's felt as though he's aged about ten years.

He's put on a few pounds, which isn't too uncommon, sometimes Buck goes through stretches of time where he eats more carbs than he needs and works out less than he'd like and so a little tummy fat is to be expected.

It normally doesn't bother him, except that in the last maybe three months he hasn't felt like exercising much outside of work but he's eaten nearly everything in sight every night. He's up about fifteen pounds, which he wouldn't have even noticed, seeing that he does fluctuate at times anywhere between five to eight pounds over or under what he usually weighs, if it hadn't been for Chimney teasing him about putting down his third Krispy Kreme donut of the day and picking up a barbell earlier this morning.

Chim and Buck poke fun at each other all the time--it's a staple in their friendship and brother ship, in fact--and Buck had flipped him the bird, nothing new there. What had been new was the fact that he'd excused himself to the bathroom right after that and locked himself in a stall and bawled his eyes out as quietly as humanly possible.

Buck grimaces, embarrassed still, by the outburst, even if no one had been there to witness it. He still has no idea what the hell that had been about this morning.

Eddie notices the sour mood and pulls him in close. "Hey, you ok?"

Buck nods. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to go home--shit." Buck feels a shooting pain so intense his knees buckle and Eddie has to hold him upright to keep him from hitting the floor.

“Woah!” Eddie calls Bobby over, who’s closest, for help, “Buck? Buck, you with me? What’s wrong? What hurts?”

Buck just shakes his head and grits his teeth, the pain so debilitating he can hardly breathe much less speak.

The Captain is on his other side in an instant and together Eddie and Bobby help Buck towards the couch, where he collapses in a heap, throwing his head back and letting out an agonized whine. “What’s going on? Did he get hurt during one of the calls?” Bobby asks Eddie, frantic to help put a stop to this.

Eddie’s helpless, “Bobby I don’t know, one second we were talking about going home and the next he practically fell to the floor in pain.” he turns to face his husband, “Baby, I’m here, look at me, what’s the matter? What hurts?”

Buck’s face scrunches up and he finally exhales sharply, his grip on the couch cushions loosening, and he opens his eyes, wide like saucers, and says, “What the fuck was that?”

At this point Hen and Chim, as well as half the crew, have gathered around and Hen is quick to put on her doctors hat and try to sus out the problem. She makes Bobby step aside and Chimney hands her a stethoscope. “Buck, is it your stomach?” she asks, noticing the stiff way he’s holding himself around his midriff.

“I don’t--kinda? I don’t know. It was just like, this crazy wave of pain, almost like a cramp, but way worse.” he struggles to describe the feeling now that it’s more or less passed for the time being.

Hen had seen Buck wince when he’d been in the harness on the last call of the day, but he hadn’t said anything and she hadn’t thought too much about it until now. “Did you hurt yourself in the harness earlier? Maybe pulled something when we reeled you back up?” she asks, palpitating his stomach with her fingers, watching him almost retract from her touch.

“Maybe?” Buck shrugs uncomfortably, wincing when she hits a particularly sore spot.

Something about this feels familiar and strangely obvious, but Hen doesn’t understand why until she puts her stethoscope up to his belly to check for lack of bowel sounds, indicating maybe some internal bleeding or sorts.

Hen gasps out loud and sits up like she’s been smacked.

Eddie frowns. “What? What’s wrong? Is he gonna be ok?” He almost wants to snatch the damn stethoscope out of her ears and check for himself, his eyes darting between Hen and Buck nervously.

“Buck, you’re pregnant. And in labor, by the sounds of it.” Hen blurts out in disbelief.

“What.” Buck blinks at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. This has to be a joke.

“I heard a heartbeat in there...” Hen informs them, still awed. “Buck, that was a contraction you just experienced.”

Eddie gapes at Hen and then at Buck. “You’re pregnant?”

Buck gapes right back at him. “No!” he denies, shaking his head incredulously. “That’s insane, I can’t be pregn--ah--” Buck leans forward in pain as another contraction begins. “Fuck.”

“Jesus, yeah, no you’re definitely pregnant,” Chim announces, “Your water just broke all over my favorite couch, bud. I’m getting the ambulance ready asap.” he says, before running to do just that, head reeling. He thinks about Maddie and when she gave birth to their daughter and how scared out of his mind he’d been and he sympathizes for Buck and Eddie, who up until now apparently hadn’t even realizes they were expecting...

Back at the lounge Buck continues to deny any of this is even happening. He whines into Eddie’s chest, “That’s pee, it has to be, because I’m not pregnant. There’s no way.” he lets out a pitiful whimper as another contraction begins and buries his face against his husband to hide the tears springing up in his eyes.

“Buck, son, we gotta get you to a hospital right now.” Bobby tries, running a soothing hand over the top of his head.

But Buck shakes his head no, shuddering out a sob. “M’not going.”

Eddie, overwhelmed, looks to Hen and Bobby for help.

“Buck, ambulance is ready to go, we need to move unless you wanna have this kid at the firehouse.” Hen grimaces. “I know you’re in pain and I know you’re confused and hurting, but we need to get you into that ambulance and now.”

Buck cries out when another contraction hits him and Hen gulps. “Your contractions are getting way too close together, we need to move.” she nods at her Captain and Eddie to help get Buck up and together the three of them manage to get Buck onto a gurney and into the waiting ambulance.

Bobby rides up front with Chimney, leaving Hen and Eddie to work in the back with Buck.

“Buck, you need to start getting ready to push, this baby’s coming.” Hen warns him, but Buck refuses.

“I can’t.” he sobs. “I didn’t--” he throws his head back, the pain lighting his nerves on fire. “I swear Eddie, I didn’t know. You gotta believe me.”

Eddie takes Bucks hand into his and brings it up to his lips. “I know baby, I know, you don’t have to worry about that. I promise. Nobody is mad at you, ok? I’m not. But right now you need to focus on pushing, you need to listen to Hen, ok? We’re ok, and you’re gonna be ok, but I need you to push, baby. I love you so much, you know that, right?”

Buck lets Eddie wipe away his tears, leans into the comforting touch, and nods shakily, exhaling. “O-ok, I’m--I’m ready.”

**************

The baby is so very tiny in Eddie’s arms.

Olive Buckley-Diaz is born weighing exactly six pounds and two ounces.

Christopher, who’s curled up against Bucks side on the hospital bed after a very exhausting day, looks up at his Buck, his little brow still knitted in confusion. “So she was a surprise baby? And that’s how come you guys didn’t tell me about her?”

Buck tries not to laugh. “Yeah bud, it was a huge surprise to us, too.”

Eddie nods along, smiling fondly down at the bundle he’s holding. Her blotchy red face is slack in sleep and there’s already tufts of brown hair sticking up funnily on her head under her hat. “I still can’t believe you only gained like fifteen pounds during the whole pregnancy.” Eddie chuckles, “Or that you worked through the nine months, God Buck, when I think of the stunts you pulled during calls in the last few months alone I’m--” he shudders. “Actually I’d rather not think about it.” he sighs, “I’m just happy you’re both healthy at the end of the day.”

Really, it’s a miracle. The doctor had said as much after the delivery.

“To be fair I never got any of the other symptoms,” Buck shrugs. “I wasn’t nauseous, my feet never swelled, I don’t remember any weird cravings? And you said it yourself, I didn’t really gain all that much weight.”

Eddie leans down to kiss Buck’s forehead. “You should be on that show.” he grins.

Buck tilts his head.

“You know the one, the one Hen made us watch when work was slow that one time. ‘I didn’t know I was pregnant’.” he teases.

Buck groans. “I regret all the jokes I made at the time. I totally get those people now. Pregnancy is weird.”

Christopher rests his head more comfortably against Bucks chest and smiles softly. “Yeah, but now our family’s even bigger.”

#mpreg #911 fox #i didn't know i was pregnant #i love that show #lol #ask #ficlet #writing #buddie #established relationship #buck #eddie #christopher #family

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thisissirius · 3 years

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"Paint me" with Buddie. (Are we supposed to mention a ship? If not, just ignore that 😅)

for you and @caroandcats :)

i’m not a french girl eddie/buck, ridiculousness

“I don’t know why I have to sit so still,” Eddie complained.

Buck gave him a pointed look. “Because I asked you nicely.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie adjusted his position on the couch and then sighed, leaning back, trying to keep the same position. “If this ends up just being a stick figure on a couch, I’m gonna make you cook dinner for the rest of the week.”

“You say that,” Buck says, scratching his pencil across the scrapbook paper, “like I won’t anyway.”

Eddie snorted at Buck’s ridiculous grin. “I’m learning,” he protested. “Not my fault you’re picking ridiculously easy dishes that none of us eat.”

There was a drawn silence as Buck continued to draw, sometimes swapping out his pencil for one of the coloured ones on the coffee table.

“It’s a process,” Buck said eventually. “I know I’ve told you this before.”

“You’ve told me a lot of things,” Eddie agreed, feeling his left ass cheek starting to go numb. “I think I’m forgetting them all with every boring second I’m sat here.”

“You could have turned the TV on,” Buck protested, but finally, he put down the rest of the pencils. “Fine, stop your stupid whining and take a look.”

Eddie stood, stretching out the kinks and leaned down, sliding the paper across the coffee table. His breath caught in his throat as he stared down at the picture. It was good. Eddie’s relationship with art began and ended with the pictures Chris put up on the fridge both at home and at Buck’s, but the picture in front of him was definitely not a stick figure on the couch.

“This is amazing,” he breathed, taking in the lines, the colour. There was an expression on picture Eddie’s face that Eddie couldn’t decipher. “Is this how you see me?”

“Yeah,” Buck said quietly. He looked nervous, fingers tapping against the coffee table. “

Eddie picked up the drawing, amazed at what he saw; he looked in a mirror every day, he knew what he looked like. The way Buck saw him, though, was something altogether different. His lips curved into a smile despite Eddie spending the whole time bitching. His hand curled on his hip in a way Eddie knew he affected mostly at work. A combination of little quirks and tells that Buck apparently catalogued just so he could put it down on paper. “I didn’t know you could draw.”

Buck shrugged, eyes on Eddie’s face. “Practice. I used to be terrible. Then I just copied shit. This is... well. New.”

“It’s amazing,” Eddie said again, meeting Buck’s eyes. “I didn’t look like this just now. You really stare at me, huh?”

The nervous tapping was back as Buck shrugged again, biting at the inside of his cheek. A pink flush crept up his neck, cheeks, and Eddie put the drawing back on the table. Reaching over, he took the hand Buck was tapping against stained wood.

“It’s not a bad thing.”

Buck stared.

“That you look at me,” Eddie explained, just in case Buck didn’t understand. “I can’t draw, but if I could, I’m sure I’d be able to recall stuff you do all the time.”

“Like what,” Buck said. He kept his hand in Eddie’s, made no move to separate their fingers.

Eddie snorted. “Fishing for compliments?”

It was an out that Buck didn’t take. He shifted onto his knees, leaning on the coffee table. His thumb rubbed over Eddie’s knuckles. “Eddie.”

“You get this look on your face,” Eddie explained, “when you’re around Chris. Around me. One that I don’t see you where anywhere else. I’d draw that. The way you tuck your hands into that one Henley that’s a little too long. That awkward position you take on the couch when you wanna lean against me, but can’t ask.”

Buck swallowed, his eyes darting from his drawing, back up to Eddie’s face. “It’s hard.”

“I know,” Eddie said gently. “Why do you think I haven’t said anything?”

Maybe neither of them were brave enough to say it in words, but Buck had put it in a picture instead. If he could be that brave, how could Eddie be anything less?

“Wanna cuddle on the couch?”

Buck laughed, squeezing Eddie’s hands. “Yeah, I wanna cuddle on the couch.”

Eddie tugged him up, caught him before he could stumble. Buck grinned, a touch taller than Eddie, so Eddie put a hand on his neck, pulled him down. “Hi.”

“Hello,” Buck said, drawing the word out like an idiot. He was grinning, happier than Eddie can remember seeing him. “We gonna make out or gaze into each other’s eyes some more?”

“Shut up, Buck,” Eddie said, kissing Buck softly when Buck did just that. It was soft, sweet, and Eddie’s fingers stroked up Buck’s neck, into his hair. “Better than I imagined.”

“What else have you imagined?” Buck asked innocently, following Eddie to the couch.

There was nothing innocent about the look on Buck’s face, and Eddie smirked. “I promise you’ll find out.”

#buddie fic #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fic #otp: i forgive you #help #these prompts are inspiring me finally!#Anonymous

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