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you know i love your writing sm but if you were ever to write something and somewhere in there eddie touches buck's birthmark lovingly i would literally owe you my life
Some shifts last forever.
This one felt like it lasted years.
The team is silent as they change out of their uniform, their movements slowed by a fatigue so deep it rests in every cell of their bodies.
Buck is the worst off – he pulled out a double shift last minute because one of the newbies got sick and Buck, of course, volunteered. He hasn’t gotten hurt today but the calls kept piling up and they were barely able to catch a moment to breathe.
People died today. There were too many they could not save.
One by one, the others leave, only offering a tired goodbye. There is only Buck and Eddie left in the locker room.
“You’re not going back to your place,” Eddie tells him, not leaving him a choice though his tone is soft.
Proof of how exhausted he is, Buck does not even try to protest.
He does not move from where he is sitting on the bench. His head is bowed, his back is hunched. Eddie moves to stand next to him and, gently, grabs Buck’s chin to make him look up at him.
“You’re alright?”
“Just tired,” Buck replies, a small smile on his lips.
Eddie’s hand moves upwards and his thumb finds Buck’s birthmark. He does not even notice he is caressing it until Buck closes his eyes and leans into the touch. They stay like this a long time, just taking comfort in each other’s presence, Eddie’s caress an anchoring touch for both of them.
“Come on,” Eddie whispers at last. “Let’s go home.”
Buck opens his eyes and his gaze finds Eddie’s right away.
“Home,” he repeats, awed in a way that never fails to make Eddie’s heart soar.
Eddie can’t help but press a loving kiss to Buck’s birthmark and then his mouth – an impossibly gentle brush of his lips.
“Home,” Eddie promises and when he says it, he means I love you.
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eddiediazs may's colouring is gorgeous!! 💜💜
@eddiediazs AGREE may is sososso talented
tell me your favorite gif maker/fic writer on anon and i’ll tag them for you
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I can't believe 'and they were truckmates' was your first fic in this fandom!? That fic was so funny and cute, I loved it! I literally cannot pick a favourite of your fics! 'We're not just friends' was so good omg. I did not expect them to be married!! 'Finally' omg you just know that Eddie would not be able to handle Buck holding a tiny baby. 'I'll give you the best years' I think is the softest thing I've ever read!! Talking of 5sos, 'lover of mine' screams post lawsuit to me 🥺🥺
my dude 🥺🥺🥺 it WAS it was such crack nonsense ajgshjd but dude thank you so so much. i love the s o f t.
WHOA lover of mine holy shit thats incredible.............i need it
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