#eli💛 my joy🌼

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the things that come and go

for @elisela with all my love 💕 happy birthday day !! i hope you enjoy this 💛

It had been the only option at the time, his son had minutes left and the paramedics were still twenty minutes out. Sue him for trying to keep at least one of the two people that he loved alive. Stiles was desperate. He was afraid, angry, and sad all at once and when Scott offered to bite his kid to at least give him a fighting chance—Stiles didn’t have to think twice.

That was two years ago.

Now here Stiles was, bleeding onto the leather seats of his rental with a six year-old alpha sleeping in the backseat, ten miles from Breckenridge on his way to the only person that could help him. Sure it was a risk to come all the way to Colorado but he didn’t know who else to go to. Derek was safe. Location wise but also to Stiles. In the mists of chaos with his son and his newly found alpha status, Stiles felt like the only option he had left was to look for Derek.

Scott couldn’t take Jack’s powers even if he wanted to, Kira wasn’t a werewolf, and he was definitely not going to ask Peter for help. But most importantly, the only known way to take an alphas powers is to kill them and Stiles didn’t let his kid get bitten just to lose him again. So his safest option was Derek—his only option was Derek. The man he hasn’t spoken to or seen in years—and who could very much turn him away when he got to his doorstep. But yet again, Stiles was desperate. Body riddled with constant fear and impotency, clawing at his chest with every breath he took.

Stiles needed to find a way to transfer the power from his son and into Derek but that took time and it was something he didn’t have in Beacon.

He had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t realized that he was at the base of Derek’s driveway or that it was pouring outside. He had a new gash running up his arm—something Derek must have smelled because he was standing on his porch when Stiles stepped out of his car. He looked different, older—the years weighing down on him with grey hairs filling his sideburns and scruff and oh, how badly did Stiles want to see his smile. To make sure that it was still as bright as the last time he saw him. Stiles let out a heavy sigh, leaning into the back seat and picking up Jack. They were soaked in a matter of seconds, hair sticking to their foreheads and clothes weighing down on them a little heavier. There was a split second of staring between them, visible concern written over Derek’s face as he took a step forward.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t know where else to go.” Stiles called out, rain pouring down on him and his breathing becoming uneven. The kid in his arms turning towards Derek, eyes flashing red.

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“How did this happen?” Derek’s voice was soft, gentle and full of concern. They were the first words he’d spoken in the past ten minutes, too busy focused on not hurting Stiles in the process of tending to his wounds. It was funny, Stiles thought, how easy it was for them to revert back into their old selves. Quiet, knowing glances and all those unspoken words as they tried to find the right ones to say.

“He’s six, he can’t really control his impulsive thoughts yet—let alone the homicidal werewolf part of him.” Stiles said, sarcasm dripped from his voice, sighing softly when Derek gave him a pointed look. “It happened because I cheated death.” Stiles scoffed. “There was an accident, his mom didn’t make it and Jack almost didn’t but Scott was there and he offered to bite him and…” there was a pause, Stiles looking away from Derek and looking over at the sleeping child on the couch with a deep sigh, “I couldn’t lose him too, Derek.”

Derek leaned over and gave his knee a squeeze, looking intently at him, “I get it. You were doing what you thought was right.”

“I thought I could help him but then someone started messing with the Nemeton and everything just got a thousand times worse and eventually, I ran out of time. Scott had to take him and his kids to keep them safe but somehow, they got separated and Jack has this thing where he likes to climb trees and drop down on people. Well he got lucky and killed the wolf that was hunting them. We didn’t find out until after that it was an alpha.”

“How long has he been like this?”

“It’s been two months. I really tried helping him, but it’s getting to be too much for him. I didn’t know where else to go, Derek. I’m sorry.” Stiles' voice was soft, tired—mostly from the pain medicine Derek had given him, but keeping up with Jack had been taking a toll on him. He refused to make eye contact with Derek, keeping his gaze focused on his lap. “I really need your help.”

“I’ll help you.” Derek started, giving Stiles a reassuring smile when he finally caught his gaze. “Just tell me what you need.”

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Over the next few weeks, Stiles and Derek looked for a non-lethal way to transfer status between werewolves. All they found were dead end leads that left Stiles frustrated a little more every time. During those weeks, Jack had a few tantrums that led to him losing the little control he had over his wolf side and Derek was there for all of them. Acting like a shield to protect him from all of Jack’s clawing and biting, and sometimes from his kicking. It was one of the most painful things to watch for Stiles. He would stand there, unable to do anything to help them and Derek—kind, sweet, selfless Derek—would try to reassure him that it was okay. That he was okay because he could heal himself, but really he could smell the stress and panic coming off of Stiles and Derek didn’t want him to worry about him.

“Nothing about this is okay, Derek! This is my fault. I did this to him. I couldn’t let him go, I was being selfish and look at what I did to him.” Stiles exclaimed, tears filling his eyes as they threatened to fall. “Look at what I did to you.”

Stiles’ breakdown happened on week five. The week they had found absolutely nothing. He was tired, hardly any sleep and Derek had been Jack’s punching bag more than he could count that week. It was taking Derek a little more time to heal than he normally did and that was understandable, he had been hurt too many times and in such a short amount of time. His body was getting weak and although Stiles knew he would never say it, he knew Derek was tired.

Following dead end leads went on for months.

Stiles had this internal conviction of whether or not he was capable of doing this. If he was capable of helping his son. Months had gone by. Months of Derek being ripped up like tissue paper, of Stiles coming up with nothing useful and it was getting to him. Restless nights where he’d fall asleep on his laptop, waking up to Derek’s gentle touch telling him to go to bed—he was feeling very hopeless and still, Derek found a way to reassure him.

He kept him sane and there were moments where everything was okay, where Jack wasn’t trying to rip Derek’s throat out but instead was bonding with him. The leads actually seemed to go somewhere and in those moments of peace, Stiles allowed himself to take it in and wallow in its domesticity. The things that could be, of what he wants it to be. It was simple and easy and right now, they needed that.

Then Stiles found it. In the middle of the night, as Derek snored beside him—because yeah, that happened one day during his stay—Stiles had found an old document. About a couple years old with a handful of others that supported the information, giving him just the right amount of hope. It was a ritual of alphas transferring status. Older generations of wolves ceding their status to their children or grandchildren in a way that didn’t kill them. It was like a prayer had been answered.

“Derek. Derek, wake up…Derek!” He whisper-yelled, nudging him with his elbow. “I found something.” he said, showing the older man the laptop screen and rolling his eyes when he reached for his glasses. “You’d think that being a Wolfe would help your vision from deteriorating, but apparently it doesn’t.”

“You love my glasses.”

“I do.”

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They did it. The ritual turned out to be true and Deaton confirmed it after they had asked him to check with the pack that studied this tradition. One of their elders had offered to teach Derek and Jack how to do it when they learned about the child alpha, and to say Stiles was great full was an understatement. So they went to them. For weeks, the elders taught Derek and Jack how to do the ritual.

It was straightforward but the intention had to be set. Jack had to be willing to give up his status over to Derek or else the ritual wouldn’t work. It took them a few times to get right, not because Jack wanted to keep the powers but because Derek would upset him and he was still a child so he held grudges for days. Those days, Stiles didn’t talk to Derek.

By the third full moon, it had finally worked. Everyone was on edge due to it, especially his kid, but the ritual happening that night was also a factor. Stiles was biting his fingernails from the anxiety of it all, a habit he had lost over the years until recently. Derek tried soothing him with reassuring touches and kisses and glances, but by the time the ritual started, Stiles' fingers were tender and pink. He was standing next to one of the elders as Jack and Derek stood in the middle of the yard, which probably wasn’t a good idea given he was surrounded by wolves during a full moon.

“You may begin.” the elder hummed, stepping back into the group and motioning for them to begin.

“Okay, buddy, just like we practiced.” Derek spoke gently, smiling softly at Jack as he kneeled before him. “There might be a little yelling but I want you to remember that I’ll be fine, okay?”

Jack nodded, looking at him with a frown,“What if I hurt you?”

“I’ll heal, you know that. Come on, just like we practiced, buddy.”

Stiles took a deep breath, watching as Jack stuck his claws into the back of Derek’s neck and shut his eyes. It was all about intent in this moment and Stiles could only hope that Jack wanted this too. By the end of it, Derek was an alpha and Jack was not. He was a regular, little beta and Stiles couldn’t help but let the tears he had fall.

“Thank you!” He cried into Derek’s chest, holding onto Jack

And that could have been the end of it, Stiles could have dropped Derek off in Colorado and kept on his way back to California but as he helped Derek with his bag, Stiles found he didn’t want to let go.

“Have I overstayed my welcome?” He asked, voice soft and full of anxiety. Clammy hands setting down duffel bags and stepping up the last step of the porch to stand before Derek and glancing over at a sleeping Jack. “I told my dad I would be leaving indefinitely. That it was very possible that I didn’t return for a while. If you’ll have me…I’d like to stay indefinitely.”

Derek smiled, pulling him in by the waist, foreheads touching ever so gently. He nuzzled his nose tenderly, lips touching ghostly before capturing them in one swift motion. The kiss was long and tender and breathless, Derek’s hands resting on the back of Stiles' head, Stiles’ hands resting on Derek’s cheeks.

“I would love that.” Derek murmured breathlessly, resting their foreheads together and shutting his eyes. “I would love that more than anything.”

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #sterek fic #stiles x derek #sunny writes 🦋 #my writing:sunny #eli💛 my joy🌼 #bc you said you’d probably never write it

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sunny i wish you would write a fic where adriana brings buck home as a fake boyfriend and eddie, obviously, gets the world's biggest crush on him

(because it was always on my list to write and i never will but i still want it to exist in the world lmao)

for a second I didn’t know who Adriana was 🥴

maybe I’ll write a full fic for this after I finish my WIP, but for now I offer this 💛

“This is Buck—my boyfriend.”

Waves of greetings and echos of introductions filled the air. All Eddie could do was smile. It wasn’t a ‘nice-to-meet-you’ kind of smile, but a tight-lipped, dull eyed ‘i-can’t-believe-this’ kind of smile.

When Adriana said she was bringing home a boy, Eddie wasn’t expecting him to be a six-foot giant with baby blues. Especially not someone who was exactly his type. It was like the universe was taunting him, flaunting his dream guy but making him so unavailable. How rude.

“Eddie meet Buck. Buck meet Eddie, my brother.” Adriana’s voice dragged Eddie from his thoughts, forcing him to look at them. Adriana looked happy, a toothy grin replacing her usual smile which made Eddie feel bad even finding Buck attractive. Buck, on the other hand, had a nervous smile on his face, hand extended for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” Eddie smiled, shaking his hand and stepping back. “We’ve been begging Adri to meet the guy who has her smiling all the time, it nice to finally put a face to it.”

And Eddie thought maybe he could get through the weekend, breakout some jokes to survive the next couple of days—but then he heard Buck’s laugh, noticed the dimple on his cheek and the crinkle in his eyes and Eddie knew these would be the longest 72 hours.

#eli💛 my joy🌼 #i really do think I’m gonna make this a full fic though 😅 #sunny answers 🌸 #my writing:sunny #buddie

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hey what’s your opinion on that bitch eli??? 😂

I’m so done with you 😂 @anon, please I am begging! Put Eli out of her misery, tell her what you meant by that

#sunny answers 🌸 #eli💛 my joy🌼

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sunny my love i hope you are having an amazing day! these are for you ❤️

Eli!! 😭😭 I appreciate this so much 💛💛🥰 thank you and I hope you had an amazing day today!!

#eli💛 my joy🌼 #sunny answers 🌸 #Ik it’s only a picture but I love them and they smell beautifully 🥰

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my opinion is that you are so sweet and you deserve to be wrapped in blankets and read stories and have your hair played with and fed cheese and good wine

anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me

#eli💛 my joy🌼 #sunny answers 🌸 #😭‼️

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-214 i just want to wrap you in blankets and make you lunch and help you with your homework, you are basically my child and i adore you

Eli😭 this is the greatest thing! Ilysm💕💕

on a scale of 1 to 10, how intimidating am i?

#sunny answers 🌸 #eli💛 my joy🌼

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what movie/show would you most like to make into a buddie au?

Eli I love you so much for this!!!

Without a doubt, Sweet November! If you haven’t watched it, I don’t want to spoil it by omg I’m literally working on something right now for this one and I can’t even 😭👌 the movie alone is so beautiful and angsty and just very emotional 😭 it’s right up my alley

sleepover weekend

#eli💛 my joy🌼 #sunny answers 🌸

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for @gracieli and @hearteyesforbuck, who I almost killed with feels that night during soft eddie diaz hours. I hope you like it 🌸💜

(ao3)

i’ll paint you my favorite memory of us

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Eddie likes drawing.

He doodled in his notebooks all through high school, creating little gardens at the corner of each page when he took notes—even took an art class to get better and found that he was better at sketching than painting.

He took a realism class when he went to college, fell in love with that but never went back because he found out Shannon was pregnant. He signed up for the army shortly after that.

Then Christopher was born and Eddie had less than a week left before he had to be deployed to Afghanistan.

So, naturally, he spent most of his nights cooped up in Christopher’s room. He was trying to ease the nerves he felt about leaving, all the while memorizing his features as he sketched his little figure out onto the sketchpad in his lap—the moonlight being his only source of lighting.

Drawing Chris calms his nerves up until the day he leaves, a bittersweet feeling as he pressed a kiss to the top of his tiny head and stepped on the bus.

While Eddie was deployed, he spent his free time sketching Christopher from memory. The image of Chris sleeping in his crib while the moonlight highlighted his features was a recurring sketch in Eddie’s little journal. It was something that brought him peace and maybe he imagined himself watching Chris sleep, just like he used to do.

Then he was discharged.

Most of his nights consisted of nightmares, of tossing and turning in bed and waking up in cold sweat. His whole body shaking and the only thing that seemed to calm him down was drawing Christopher—focusing on drawing him was the only thing that made his hands stop shaking.

After that, he did it anytime he was pulled from his slumber by a nightmare.

It went on for years and by the time they moved out to LA, Eddie had a couple of sketch pads full of drawings. All of Christopher, of course, ranging from him sleeping to him playing out in the garden and picking berries.

He never showed anyone his drawings. Aside from Chris, the drawings were for his eyes only. It was an intimate part of Eddie’s love for Christopher and he wasn’t ready to share that with anyone.

That is until Buck saw them.

It was an accident. He was helping Christopher pick up his school books from the table so they could get ready for dinner and he found Eddie’s sketch pad lying amongst them—only after it slipped from his hold and landed open on the floor.

It was a sketch of Christopher, like most of them in there, but the only difference was Buck was in this one. It was a drawing of them sitting on the couch cuddling. Buck’s arm was wrapped around Christopher’s frame, holding him close to his side. They were looking at each other, Chris seemed to be laughing at something Buck said and Buck was grinning down at him. It made Buck’s heart swell and tears gather in his eyes.

It wasn’t until Eddie came into the kitchen that he noticed Buck holding his sketchbook with tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at the drawing.

After that, Eddie allowed Buck to look through his sketchbooks—all but the drawings he did of Christopher as a baby. Those were his peace and comfort during the war and he wanted to keep them for himself.

In some way, it was Eddie opening up to Buck. He was letting him into something that was intimate to him. It was his safe haven during the war, during all the nightmares, and he guarded it with his whole heart. Showing these drawings to Buck meant Eddie was ready to let someone in again.

Buck became his biggest fan, runner up to Christopher. Always complimenting the sketches Eddie showed him, encouraging him when he felt weary about trying new methods. He even gifted him his first set of professional colored pencils on his birthday so he could start shading in color.

Let’s just say there were tears.

Eddie cried over gifted pencils, yes, but it wasn’t because of the gesture. It was because of what Buck said when he handed him the gift bag and watched him open it.

“I spent hours looking for the best sketching pencils and these were the ones I saw everywhere, highly recommended by artists. I hope you like them.”

He didn’t have to do any research—didn’t even have to give him a gift—but he did and that made Eddie love him just a little bit more. It was so much like Buck to always go out of his way to make others happy and feel validated without ever expecting anything in return.

Which is why Eddie knew exactly what to give him for his birthday—something that subtly screamed ‘I love you’ without actually having to say the words. He knows how much Buck loves Christopher and how much Chris loves Buck, it was the perfect gift for him. A way for him to know he was family.

It was a quick sketch, very rough, one he left alone until he decided to give it to Buck for his birthday. Eddie worked on it for weeks, practicing with paints and the colored pencils. He wanted to give the drawing to Buck because he took him out of his comfort level, just like painting in color did.

When Buck’s birthday came around, Eddie was the last to give his gift. He handed Buck the gift bag with the painting in it, watching with a giant grin on his face as he opened it.

Buck took the frame in his hands, a small smile on his face as he stared at it.

It was a painting of all of them on the couch. Christopher sleeping on Eddie’s chest and Eddie leaning against Buck’s chest as he wrapped his arms around them. They all look so peaceful and content and it was the first time Buck felt like he belonged somewhere. He remembers it like it was yesterday, driving over to Eddie’s to help keep him company while he tended to a sick Chris. Them curling up on the couch because Chris wanted to cuddle with them. It made Buck realize that this was something he wanted to do everyday and he didn’t want to let go.

It was the night they both realized they were in love with each other.

Buck turned to Eddie, tears in his eyes as he looked at him. “Are you sure you want to give it to me?” His voice was soft, almost as if he was scared of Eddie’s response being one he didn’t want.

It was just a painting, but it gave Buck just a little bit of hope that Eddie and him could be something more—and maybe he was crazy to get that idea from a painting, but he wanted to believe it was true.

“Yes, I’m sure Buck. It’s my gift to you..a way of saying thank you for everything you do for us. It’s like a family portrait—because that’s what you are to us, Buck. Family.” Eddie smiled gently, resting his hand on his shoulder, thumb resting against his pulse point.

Buck didn’t react to the words, but he let them sink in and the look in Eddie’s eyes was enough to let him know that Eddie cared for him just a little bit more than friends. “Thank you, Eds. It’s beautiful...I’m going to hang it when I get home tonight.”

And Buck did hang it up because the next night, when Eddie went over to tell Buck he loved him, Eddie’s painting was mounted on his bedroom wall for Buck’s eyes only.

#alicia🌸 my love #eli💛 my joy🌼 #i hope you like this 💛💛 #a piece offering for almost killing you during soft Eddie Diaz hours lol #it was meant to be out for alicia's birthday but i got side tracked lol #eddiediazfic #evanbuckleyfic #buddie fic #911edit #911 fox #911 #9-1-1 #fox 911 #911fic #my writing:sunny #sunny writes

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For @hearteyesforbuck (sorry Eli, i accidentally deleted your ask)

i whispered my love and you heard

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Eddie told Buck he loved him on a Sunday.

It was late, Eddie had just put Christopher to bed and he was sitting on the couch nursing a beer with Buck flipping aimlessly through the channels.

He looked over at Buck, taking in his relaxed features. His cheeks were flushed, eyes trained on the movie playing before him. He was nipping at his bottom lip, head resting on his hand and Eddie’s heart fluttered.

Even in his relaxed state, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, Buck managed to look beautiful.

“You’re staring, what’s up?” Buck asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room, turning his head to look at Eddie.

Eddie smirked, scoffing half-heartedly as he took the last sip of his beer. “Nothing” He murmured, brushing off the look he gave him and focused on the movie playing. 

If Buck had questions, he didn’t push for answers, instead turned his attention back to the t.v and Eddie released a breath he had been holding. 

He wanted to blame the sudden urge to tell Buck he loved him on the beers he had, but deep down he knew that the only thing he could blame on the beer was for making him bold enough to want to spit out the words he’d been thinking of saying for months now.

Eddie spent months biting his tongue to keep from letting those three little words slip from his mouth. Months of having to ignore the warm feeling at the pit of his chest every time Buck let his touch linger, ignoring the flutter in his stomach every time Buck gave him one of those wide, toothy smiles.

If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t really sure what kept him from telling Buck he loved him. He was certain that Buck felt the same way about him, the signs were all there, as clear as day, but there was always that small speck of doubt that found a way to creep in and stay present until Eddie gave up on the idea.

It was there when he first told Shannon he loved her. It was there when he found out Shannon was pregnant, the doubt made him believe that he wouldn’t be a good father to Christopher—which was one of the reasons he enlisted. His belief was that if he couldn’t be a good father to Chris, then at least he could provide for his family.

Doubt was present in every important event in Eddie’s life, but it was different this time. There was no room for doubt in his tipsy state of mind, no room for him to back out.

He was going to tell Buck he loved him.

Eddie wasn’t sure if he heard him because Buck didn’t react, at least not instantly—given he had whispered his confession, but slowly Buck turned to face Eddie. There was a look in his eyes that he couldn’t quite figure out and it made him uneasy.

“...what..” he breathed, sitting up and turning his body towards Eddie.

Eddie could feel the heat rising up his neck as he looked at Buck, hands becoming clammy around the empty beer bottle and suddenly he felt panic, but nevertheless he repeated himself.

“I’m in love with you..” he spoke a little louder, “I have been for a few months now.” Eddie continued. “The things you do for me and Christopher, the way you are with him, how much love you show for both of us—it’s kinda hard not to love you..” he rambled, sitting up straighter.

“..and if you don’t feel the same way, I understand. I just—I had to say it. It was eating me up. I had to keep it in for months and I guess the beer made me bold enough today and I said it. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—.” Eddie was cut off by Buck pressing his lips to his.

It took Eddie a moment to kiss back, half shocked and half in disbelief of what was happening.

It was a tender kiss. It wasn’t needy, there wasn’t any tongue involved. It was soft and gentle, full of warmth and love and it made Eddie melt into Bucks lips. His hands were resting on either side of Buck’s cheeks, thumb caressing his jaw.

Buck had his hand at the base of Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer while his other hand rested on his cheek.

He pulled back after a while, resting his forehead against Eddie’s and a smile on his face. “I’m in love with you too, you dork..” he whispered, closing his eyes to catch his breath.

“I’ve loved you for years, since I introduced you to Carla.” Buck murmured, letting out a soft chuckle. “I’ve held that in for so long, it feels good to finally say it.”

Eddie felt like he was floating. His heart was pounding in his chest and he had butterflies in the stomach. Buck has loved him for years. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Eddie whispered, pulling away to get a better look at his face.

“I was scared, mostly. I was scared of rejection and scaring you away, but mainly it was just never the right time.” Buck said truthfully, caressing his cheek. “You were going through so many things and then I had my accident, everything that happened in the tsunami and then the lawsuit--it was never the right time.” he murmured.

Eddie nodded, smiling softly at him, “Well, I guess today was finally the right time then?” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

This was real, it was actually happening and Eddie was buzzing.

Buck chuckled, “Yeah..I think so.” He murmured against his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Eddie whispered and he meant it. There wasn’t any doubt, it wasn't hiding between the lines as he said it. He was in love with Buck and Buck was in love with him.

Eddie told Buck he loved him on a Sunday and Buck whispered it back and on Monday morning, when he was woken up by kisses being peppered over his face and the sunlight bleeding in through the blinds—Eddie believed it.

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things you said prompts

#eli💛 my joy🌼 #i have two verions of this lol #i was going to post the angst version but you posted a fluff for makes the hours easier so i decided not to 😌 #i spent a day contemplating if this was good enough but i hope you like it 💛 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #eddiediazfic #evanbuckleyfic #buddie fic #fox 911 #911fic #911 #911 fox #sunny writes #my writing:sunny #writing prompts

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