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Reblog to headbonk your mutuals like a cat full of love
#🥰🥰🥰🥰#sorry i’ve been gone#the Big Sad has been particularly pressing lately#so it’s been tough to keep up#but i hope you are all well
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behind the scenes • they filmed at MacArthur Park again, which is where they filmed the rain/lightning call
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now, has it been just me or has ryan been absent quite a while from set?
We haven't SEEN him since they filmed the lightning call. That doesn't mean he hasn't been on set but they're either keeping his story secret or he hasn't been filming with people who post much
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Sunday snippet 💕
since it’s Sunday and the lovely and amazing @fleurdebeton @dickley-buddie @gaydisasterdiaz @lostinabuddiehaze @spotsandsocks @fatedbuck @rogerzsteven @ajunerose @eddiediazisascorpio @monsterrae1 @prettyboybuckley @megslovesbooks @shortsighted-owl @ashavahishta @kananjarus @swiftiebuckleys @sibylsleaves @hetrez @masterminddiaz all tagged me in some things (omgosh I love you all) but I was finishing up Eddie vs Feelings and didn’t post anything, I figured we make up for it today?
How would we feel about some Love Spell? 💕😘
Eddie opens his jar of crystals and looks through them. When he moves a few to one side, he touches a rose quartz and it mocks him by shutting off and turning dark. No love for you, cursed one. He can’t even touch it any longer.
He should give away all of those. He’ll never be able to use them again. He has maybe five or six in varying shapes and sizes. He could give them to his parents and sisters, Abuela and Tía Pepa, too. If they wanted to keep them. The last of Eddie’s love should belong to them.
One by one he picks out the rose quartz and sets them on the bad end table by the broken couch. A couple raw pieces, one smooth and tumbled, a little tower. It all turns dark when he touches it, but clears and becomes light and pink and glowy again when he lets go. But the last one, he holds onto, even as it turns black. It fits neatly in his palm — it’s carved into a smooth, round heart.
Tía Pepa had given it him. To remind him of softness, sweetness, gentleness, of love that is unconditional and comes in all kinds, sizes, and mysterious ways.
If he thinks of her, can he still feel it? If he tries hard enough, can he remember having love?
The crystal is still smooth and carries something soothing. It’s just out of reach. But it’s there.
It’s there, love exists. It’s just. Not his.
The steps down to the basement creak with the weight of someone bigger than a six year old. Eddie closes the stone in his hand as if Tía Pepa herself might shield him from whatever is coming. Either it’s his mother coming to shine happiness in his face because he’s getting rid of all magic. Or it’s his father coming to talk because his mother is upset.
At this point, Eddie doesn’t know which would be worse. He only looks up when his father stops a few feet away from him.
Eddie goes back to tucking the rest of his crystals safely into his hide box. He slips the heart quartz into his pants pocket.
“I’ve had a talk with your mother,” is how his father starts, and nausea creeps into Eddie’s stomach.
So, they’ve reached the lecture part of the program where Eddie is a horrible, inconsiderate son who made his mother cry because of his life choices, in which he always chooses the wrong thing or fails in some way because he’s never good enough.
His empty chest already has stabs of pain through it, but he breathes slowly and doesn’t look up. He’d argued because it’s stupid and won’t work. Magic is in everything. But if she wants him to pretend like he can’t feel it. If she would feel better thinking that magic is the only thing that might break Eddie, then so be it. But he’d been angry. And so had she.
He gathers a large bundle of dried herbs kept in zip top plastic bags and tucks them into his box to hide away. “What about?”
His father rests a hand on Eddie’s box, his items to hide and keep box, and Eddie freezes.
He should have done this first. He should have been quicker. Those are all of his favorite crystals, his personal spell jars, his tools, amulets he made, a wand Abuela crafted for him with dried lavender and indigo blue ribbon, pressed leaves that hold dreams, his never-ending candle carved with wishes, his own tarot deck. It’s not one he uses as much as his father has used his own, but it’s his. It’s special. Hell, his first communion rosary is in there because his mother gave it to him and he never could give it away even when he couldn’t use it for its intended purpose anymore. But he kept it with his most precious possessions.
He should have packed and hidden all his favorite items before he did anything else. Why didn’t he do that? What if he has to give those things away?
His father looks at him with a heavy, stern gaze. “Are you honestly giving up magic for good?”
Eddie looks around as if there is something that will tell him the right answer. His father knows magic. His father should understand. At least a little. His mother has never been against magic before. She’s just worried. She’s been upset since Eddie cursed himself. He knows that.
But Eddie’s empty chest is pounding. He can’t help but look at his box. He has to keep those things. He can’t give up everything. He won’t even use them anymore. He’ll just lock them away and he won’t practice, but they can’t be thrown out and discarded like they’re trash. They’re hopes and dreams and happiness and calmness and gifts and healing and secrets and longing, and everything he has left of his heart.
His throat is tight and he doesn’t know what to say. So he shrugs. “Mom is worried. She asked me to. I don’t want to hurt her.”
His father frowns and seems displeased, and Eddie just doesn’t want there to be yelling. He can’t take the yelling. He knows he’s a disappointment and a failure and nothing he ever does will be the way his father wants him to do it, but hearing it, feeling the words, the anger, the guilt — it’s too much. Eddie is glass right now. He’ll do something awful and stupid like break or maybe cry. He can’t do that.
He’s not glass. He’s not. He’s ice, he’s stone, he’s iron, he’s steel, he’s impervious.
His hands grow cold and start turning, changing, even without him consciously trying to manifest it. His skin, his muscles, the nerves, bones, blood vessels of his fingers, hands, forearms start turning to frozen metal.
It’s an illusion. It’s temporary. He thinks. He’s pretty sure? But it is also exhausting turning himself cold and inanimate. In a moment, he’ll likely become dizzy, probably more nauseated if the past is any precedent. He might even pass out again.
He shivers but can’t move. It started at his hands but travels further until it’s engulfing his shoulders and swallowing down his chest, and it’s cold but there’s also nothing. There’s nothing. Nothing.
He’s nothing.
He’s weak, and dizzy, and his eyes are so heavy. He could succumb. Plunge into darkness. Finally sleep. Finally rest and never worry about being incomplete or fucked up.
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#seven sentence sunday#911 fic rec#jenwyn!!!!!!!!#what?!?!?!?#this is glorious#ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#i neeeeeeeed it#😭😭😍
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Once again bringing you the Braime vibes you are probably receiving against your own will at this point
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Y’all. Kenny is following me on Insta! I’m sure this is real and not at all made up. 😂😂😂
#megs talks i guess#i dunno man#it made me laugh#also how did insta know?#I keep most of my bs here on the hellsite…
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Whew this new episode of The Rookie. My poor blood pressure. 😳😬💀
#megs watches#the rookie#i’m only on the first episode and 👀👀👀#i blame all of you for getting me into this show
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Bestie!! This is the actual best thing ever. I love it and YOU!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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Tree is finished! (Assuming the Voids don’t knock it down. 😬 so far they haven’t seemed very interested but it’s sparkly with bobbles on it now so we’ll see…) so the apartment is finished!
I finished the show too. It was fun. I’ll probably watch it again sometime, but I can see why it didn’t do as well as the first series. I think they tried to do too much, it was both too long and not long enough. 😂 but it was fun and made me want to rewatch the original so 👍. (Bummer we didn’t get more Vigilante!Eddie Diaz in a second season. I can see how maybe this got him the 911 gig, or at least didn’t hurt, the characters are similar in enough ways that it would have made a good reel. They didn’t give him a lot to work with because there were just SO many storylines, but I enjoyed him in this a lot.)
That’s all for the decoration saga I think. Haha! Happy Holidays!
Alright. It’s my day off. Finally time to try and resuscitate the tiny Christmas tree for my tiny apartment.
Might as well try the first episode of Heroes Reborn. Has it been a decade since I watched the original? Yes. Should I give myself a primer? Probably. Will I? Not a bit. 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️
Here goes.
#megs talks i guess#megs watches#megs vs the voids#they voids are already wreaking havoc on the tree skirt lolololol#sigh
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One Line Any Fic
Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag you’re it!
Thank you to @megslovesbooks for the tag 💗 sorry i’m doing this in the middle of the night yall lmao
baby, come make me alright (9-1-1)
“How are you feeling?”
“Great,” Buck says absently, rubbing Chris’s back. “Or – I mean, not great,” he amends, under the fire of Eddie’s glare. “But fine. Good, even, considering the circumstances!”
like calls to like (The Old Guard)
And when he does meet Yusuf on the field again, the mess of emotion that flares in his stomach is as startling as it is unwelcome. It’s tangled and snarled and wholly complicated, but there is one thing that rises to the top: he does not want to kill him again, even once, even if he knows he will get right up again.
steppin’ into fate (9-1-1)
“You’re very bouncy,” Eddie tells him, smiling. The energy really is electric: if Eddie was the type to jump like this, he probably would.
“Can’t help it!” Buck yells, and Eddie laughs, jostling Buck when he sways towards him, right in his space.
is this body even mine? (9-1-1)
It’s a disconcerting feeling, he thinks, as he sits in the driver’s seat of his truck, watching his hands tremble against the steering wheel. It’s disconcerting, watching his body rebel against his control.
build my kingdom in the dark (Roswell New Mexico)
They eat cross-legged on Michael’s shitty twin bed, the massive spread of takeout between them. It’s the easiest things have ever been between them, grinning at each other over Michael’s shitty plaid bedspread, the steady drumbeat of the rain pressing in around them, a cozy background track.
this is worth everything to me (9-1-1)
It’s a lot, and Buck has been wading through his feelings for Eddie for a while now, has tried to be good about drawing his own boundaries and not taking advantage of the best friendship he’s ever had. But Eddie’s voice, saying the words your husband… it’s kind of undoing him at the seams.
let the waves crash down (pull you under) (9-1-1)
And then he’s ducking with a yelp, barely avoiding the baseball bat aimed at his skull. Eddie is at the other end of it, eyes wild, hair sticking up in every direction, and that had been a hell of a swing.
and the sun shall rise again (Red White & Royal Blue)
Alex stirs sleepily under his fingertips. “Morning, sweetheart,” he grumbles into his pillow, and Henry’s heart soars with wonder, even now, after all these months.
crack my ribs and make me whole (9-1-1)
It just – it makes him feel a little bit raw. Because in his mind, the Evan that he was and the Buck that he is don’t really feel like the same person. And every time Eddie – the fucking love of his life, Eddie – every time he calls him Evan, he gets reminded that he is the same person. That Evan is still there, and he can’t escape him.
stitch my soul (9-1-1)
Eddie leans back into the touch. For a moment, he imagines turning into Buck’s warmth like a sunflower towards the sun, imagines tucking his face into the crook of Buck’s neck and melting into his arms. But – no. He can’t do this to himself again.
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not sure who’s been tagged for this so far!! but i tag: @lostinabuddiehaze @hetrez @eusuntgratie @jacksadventuresinwriting if any of you guys want!! mwah mwah 💗
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One Line Any Fic
Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag you’re it!
Tagged by @spotsandsocks, @elvensorceress, and @thekristen999! Thanks beloveds!
my heart gets lost (like a message)
“I missed a lot of this.” Eddie says, turning his attention to where Jee’s fingers have found the chain of his St. Christopher medal.
“When Chris was little I was halfway around the world for most of it.” he continues, gently untangling her fist from the necklace. “I told myself it was the only way I could provide for my family, and maybe that was true. But…” He trails off with a sigh. “I missed so much. I can’t get that back.” He looks up, meets Chimney’s gaze.
“Talk to me Chim.”
calling out a mayday (is anybody there?)
“God. Eddie.” He breaths, clutching the sooty bomber jacket in his hands so tight his fingers start to go numb. He’s shaking so hard he’s not sure how he’s still standing. Eddie is shaking too, and for a moment cold fear spikes through Buck’s chest. He tries to pull away, afraid that something is really wrong after all, but Eddie refuses to loosen his grip. The shuddering in his shoulders increases and he hides his face against Buck’s neck. That’s when Buck realizes. Eddie isn’t crying.
He’s laughing.
the beating of our hearts (is the only sound)
“Eddie.” Buck sighs, “I want to be here.” And there’s something so tender in his expression that Eddie feels his breath stutter in his chest. Behind him the heart monitor makes an unhappy wail as his pulse picks up. There’s no mistaking the sound of smothered amusement coming from the corner of the room this time but Eddie can’t take time to glare in its direction because Buck has zeroed in on the traitorous machine hanging above Eddie’s head (like the sword of fucking Damocles).
i'll be there in the summer ('cause you're heart isn't safe)
“What’s going on kid?” He asks, “Are you hurt?”
“No. No I’m ok.” He says, and while Bobby suspects ok might be a stretch, he’s sounding better than he was. “I uh, I need to take tomorrow off, maybe Thursday too. I’m sorry, I know it's late notice, but I–I need–” He trails off again and Bobby shoots his wife a look.
“Where are you Buck?” Bobby asks, “Do I need to come get you?”
“No.” Buck says, “No, I’m at Eddie’s.” And oh. Oh fuck.
“Is Eddie ok?” It's the question he has to ask, but it's the one he absolutely doesn't want to hear the answer to because he already knows–
“Uh. No.” Buck’s voice is thick and Bobby is shoving his feet into shoes before he even has time to think.
Dreamin' of the West Coast
On stage Evan Buckley exudes a sexy ‘boy next door’ sort of charm, playing into it by making his bandmates laugh in the middle of musical breaks (much to the fond exasperation of Hen, who is most often with in line of sight whenever the camera is trained on him), and his easy banter with the audience that always somehow seems smooth as glass and totally natural at the same time. Eddie had watched a handful of interviews early this morning when he couldn’t sleep, trying to get a feel for how the band interacted, and even off stage Evan had always seemed to be the social center of the group, his laugh warm and his expression open. And yes, Eddie's noticed the square line of his jaw, the bright blue of his eyes, the distinctive birthmark splashed over one eye. But seeing that on his 13 inch computer screen is a far cry from seeing it in person, and for one horrible second Eddie is sure he’s about to do something stupid like reach out and run his fingers over the arch of Evan’s brow. He could do it. He’d get kicked out of the theater and maybe arrested, but he could do it. It's a little bit like seeing a master painting in person for the first time. Eddie finds himself bowled over by the sheer aesthetics of it all.
crash (into me)
Buck is—fine. He’s rising to his feet, his eyes wide but a slightly hysterical laugh twisting his mouth up at the corners.
“Woah!” He says, grinning as he tries to dust some of the rain water off his turnouts, an unconscious gesture to steady his own nerves. “That was close huh?”
The man behind the wheel is yelling now. Somehow Bobby has materialized beside the driver’s side window and is speaking in a voice so normal Eddie can’t even begin to comprehend what is being said.
One of the most common injuries when a pedestrian is struck by a car is pelvic fractures. Shannon’s had been broken in six places. It would be impossible for a victim with that kind of structural damage to be standing, let alone heaving a bike up off the ground from where it must have toppled. The bike should have absorbed some of the impact, it might have even twisted itself around the body of the person who had been struck. That’s odd. He doesn’t have the stats on that.
disgrace, give me a break (trying to die happy someday)
“Eat that,” Eddie says, settling into the seat just around the corner of the bar. “Then you can go to bed.”
“Probably shouldn’t have had all that coffee.” Buck says, the first bite of soft bread and savory cheese reminding him exactly how long its been since he last ate.
“Please.” scoffs Eddie, “Like I would give you caffeine right now.” Buck eyes the coffee cup with an offended pout.
“I could taste it was off.” he says, and Eddie rolls his eyes fondly and pushes away from the counter.
“Sure you did bud.”
i accepted i need you now (i need you now)
“That’s it.” Someone is saying, there are still hands on his back, others on his heaving ribs trying to help him force up all the gunk he’s just swallowed. “Get it all up Eddie, you’re ok.” It's another full minute before he can even think about doing anything but choke, but at last it feels like he’s gotten most of the water out, even if his stomach is churning and his lungs feel like they’re full of glass. The rest of him is going pleasantly numb, which a distant part of him knows is probably not great. He tries to sit back on his heels, wants to reassure the anxious hands still solid on his back that he’s ok, just waterlogged, but he can’t seem to make his body behave. When he tips sideways there’s nothing he can do to stop it.
do you wanna die alone (or watch it all burn down together)
That little speck, the tiny seed of hope and want and Buck…had blossomed. He’s been tending it for a while now, quietly content to run his fingers over the delicate green shoots and pale petals in the still hours of the night. And it had felt like enough, it really had. To know he can love, that he’s still capable of something he’d once thought lost to him, that he is loved, whatever that love might look like, whatever shape it takes. He has loved Buck since he brought Carla into Eddie and Christopher’s lives. He has been in love with Buck since that quiet Tuesday in May when they were decorating the living room for Chris’s birthday party and Buck had glanced up at him over a tangle of stars and planets garland and Eddie had felt the entire world shift on its axis.
the subtle grace of gravity (the heavy weight of stone)
The sky is dark now, the dim crimson light of the fully eclipsed moon just a smudge against the sky, too weak to compete with the ever present lights of the city. Eddie shivers despite the warmth of the night air.
Behind him the screen door clicks softly shut.
“Hey.” Buck says, sliding into the space beside him, he smells like the ginger body wash he keeps in their shared locker at work. Eddie wants to turn to him, wants to see his face, to kiss the soft skin of his cheek, but he can’t seem to pull his eyes away from the place where the last sliver of golden light has winked out. Not forever, he tries to remind himself, not for good. He feels heavy and afraid.
These are laughably not one line. I'll tag @onward--upward, @ajunerose, @confetti-cupcake, @messyhairdiaz, @gaydisasterdiaz, and @djdangerlove. Forgive me if you've already done this, I'm so behind on my dash!
#megs writes#one line any fic#911 fic#sorry this got so loooooong#this was really fun to do though#i don't usually go back through my work like this
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I love it when anons/guests find my works and kudo/leave reviews, but given the new revelation that Elon Musk is using bots to mine AO3 fanfiction for a writing AI without writer's permission, my works are now archive-locked and only available for people with an AO3 account.
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Tagged by @jacksadventuresinwriting. Thank you!!
Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people. Okay, so there are a group of lines for some. Whoops!
This was a lot of fun. Picking things from the very middle landed on some very interesting paragraphs :) These are from the last 10 fic from oldest to newest.
Trying Hard to Remember, Trying Hard To Forget
What made it worse was the absolute need for his medication, because the moment he thought of cutting back, he paid for it big time, the low-throbbing blossoming into full-fledged agony. Sometimes Eddie swore he could feel where the scalpel had sliced open his skin and the retractor had pulled apart his ribs.
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Buddha’s Arrow
“It’s believed that the brain has a memory for pain pathways. The more often a certain type of pain is triggered, the easier it becomes for the brain to replicate that experience, regardless of whether there’s a reason to create pain or not.”
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Nothing Burns Like The Cold
He almost joked about plastic burritos until Eddie did this thing where he wrapped his leg around Buck’s hips, his arms around Buck’s back, pulling them until their bodies met.
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Alone In The Dark With You
Dust and debris continued filtering down and Buck took one sleeve and Eddie the other and together they dragged their patient further into the cave—only to skid to a stop after a few meters by the sight of another wall.
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Hold the Pain, Release Me
Swallowing, Eddie thought about what’d he written down, how it made his body feel heavy, how it made his chest tighten. Holding up the balloon, Eddie let go of the string and watched it take off into the sky.
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Misadventures In The Great Outdoors
Eyes darting around, Eddie flung his body over the tarp like he was jumping on a grenade and ended up spread-eagle across it.
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Hand Covers Bruise
“You got married at a really young age and had a child. Returned from Afghanistan a wounded vet who lost his wife in a tragic accident a couple of years later. That can erode our feeling of safety in life. How supportive have your parents been through all this?”
“My parents love me.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I’m fine.” Eddie shrugged. “I feel as safe and supported as the next guy.”
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Whatever It Takes To Find You
A second wave of bullets ripped through the air from the rear position. Shit. They were being outflanked. Buck turned around, shielding Eddie with his body.
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We’re In This Together Now
Buck was face down and sprawled on the floor with shattered remains of glass all over his turnouts.
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The Shape Of Water
Eddie stared at Buck with a glazed over expression, like he was trying to piece together a difficult puzzle. “Yeah…yeah, I remember. Got attacked by a tree.”
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tagging: @mellaithwen @homerforsure @paranoidbean @princessfbi @renecdote @kitkatpancakestack @loveyourownsmiilee @ajunerose @deluweil @megslovesbooks
#911 on fox#one line any fic#911 fic rec#a true plethora of spectacular fic here#some of my very favorite h/c#go read this entire list ok?!
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One Line Any Fic
Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag you’re it!
Tagged by @elvensorceress @monsterrae1 @the-likesofus @bekkachaos Thank you I adore you and loved your choices of lines
The Look of Love
So maybe what he’s really learnt from his youth is what love doesn’t or shouldn’t look like.
Time To Come Home
He reaches out to remove the offending piece of jewellery and Buck’s hand shoots out and grabs him by the wrist, stopping him. Eddie’s pulse jumps at the sudden contact, the hope it sparks in his chest.
Dear Eddie
Dear Eddie, If you’re reading this I guess my luck finally ran out and I didn’t make it home. I expect there wasn’t time to say goodbye so this is what I would have wanted to say to you. (Ps no one is actually dead in this one promise)
Someone beat you to that user name
Eddie should really go to sleep but honestly, he was loving this person’s blog Buck or no Buck. Armadillosdreamoflove was funny, their text posts, comments and the tags all made him smile. He pressed follow.
They say the Truth will set you free
“Chim I don’t want a drink, I want to tell Eddie that I like him”
A Life Like This Maybe Tomorrow
He wonders if Buck can see them: the unspoken words that run through his mind, dance behind his lips, the ones that echo the sentiment he can’t yet express, the words he’d say if he was braver ‘You, you're perfect.’
Alone With Your Thoughts
His voice breaks on the last word, there’s no anger any more, which is maybe worse, “ Please,” his eyes beg Buck to find an alternative, “We have to think of something else. Anything. I can’t….”
A Boy Like That
Eddie doesn’t know what to think, he wants so badly to believe Ray, he knows he’s scared of changing things because he’s built his world around Buck being there and if he did something to ruin that … he doesn’t know what would happen to him but on the other hand being able to have it all with him, hold his hand, kiss him, fall asleep and wake up together, Eddie smiles to himself, well that would be something.
Love Is Transformational
“You… you turned Buck into a cat?” It’s suddenly extremely hard to breathe.
127 Seconds
“Shhh” Buck kisses the shell of his ear and feels him shiver, “ I know, I know baby. I want too but later, just relax, you can have this, just this, it’s ok. I’ve got you. I'm here and I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”
come see me on AO3
Tagging with no pressure to join in @ajunerose @buddierights @fiona-fififi @loveyourownsmiilee @lostinabuddiehaze @shortsighted-owl @rogerzsteven @megslovesbooks @swiftiediaz @fleurdebeton @hetrez @sibylsleaves @swiftiediaz
#911 on fox#one line any fic#911 fic rec#listen listen!!!#SO many good reads all in a beautiful row!#i love this game
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One Line, Any Fic
Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag you’re it!
sooo…some of these actually have more than one line, but they’re continuations of the thought, okay? okay.
tagged by @dickley-buddie @monsterrae1 @jacksadventuresinwriting 💕
1.) Eddie Diaz vs The Feelings
“Buck keeps repeating his name like he’s pleading or praying until he brings Eddie’s mouth to his again and it’s somehow soft and tender, but also sharp, fracturing with deprivation.”
2.) The Heart of a Man
“It’s love poured into each other, it’s blending and twining everything they are, like they’re meant to be together. They’ve made themselves something that fits within each other.”
3.) Entr’Acte
“Buck doesn’t rush to wash him clean and get them out of here and dressed again. He holds Eddie and lets him enjoy the relaxing warmth, the rushing water, the arms around him.”
4.) Crash
“Eddie would much rather take off all of Buck’s clothes and kneel down to offer worship with hands and mouth, soft kisses, teasing licks, welcome marks sucked into pale thighs.”
5.) The Definition of Love
“Buck can’t turn down one puppy-eyed Diaz man, sweetly requesting magical Buck pancakes for breakfast. There’s no way he’d be able to turn down two.”
6.) The Aftermath of Liberation and Love Confessions
“If I were broken and dying, with the last ounce of strength I had, do you know what I would do? I would reach for you. I reached for you. Because the only place I ever want to die is in your arms.”
7.) What I Did for Love - this one is WIP just so you know but it is my current WIP 💕
“There are embers of glowing warmth inside him. Reminders of Buck’s mouth on his skin, marks of his teeth on Eddie’s neck. The ghost of Buck’s hands on aroused, needy flesh. The kisses like phoenix fire that might burn away everything Eddie was.”
8.) Say You Were Made to Be Mine
“As much as he tries, Eddie can’t keep his green hands hidden 100% of the time. And Abuela notices everything.”
9.) Until Forever
“Eddie points between his son and the culprit he learned such things from. He knows exactly who is always snitching vegetables and noodles with his fingers before they’re served at firehouse family dinner. “Do you see what you’ve taught our son?” “
10.) Heart of Flowers / Heart of Gold
“His heart was given away and ripped apart and all the pieces were stolen and scattered.”
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#911 on fox#one line any fic#911 fic rec#every fic here is a gem#seriously so good#but Heart of Flowers/Heart of Gold is one of the most breathtakingly beautiful things I have ever read#go go go read it#read all of them!
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