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wildlife4life · 1 month

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Fuck-It Friday Coda

Tagged by @try-set-me-on-fire @devirnis @buddierights @wikiangela @tizniz @exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @rainbow-nerdss @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @theotherbuckley and @watchyourbuck (because she just dropped a whole ass spec fic that is amazing!) Still barely Friday here, so I am not late to Fuck-it Friday and staying on my coda drop schedule. Here is my 7x03 coda! Enjoy here and on ao3! If you want to know when these codas drop, interact with this post!

They each give Bobby and Athena one last tight hug on the boat before stepping onto dry land and make their way towards the LAFD suv parked close by. Hen walked beside them for a short while, exchanging another round of thanks, praises, and reminders of being there for each other. When she spots Karen breaking away from crowd of concerned loved ones and onlookers, Hen waves them forward and goes to greet her wife.

Its almost lunch time by the time Buck, Eddie, and Chimney make it back to station, and they are all dead beat tired and starving. Chimney tries to invite them for a celebratory lunch but its cut off by jaw cracking yawn that has Eddie and Buck wincing, then echoed by their own. The paramedic chuckles and the just as slap tired firemen join in. “Breakfast at the usual place tomorrow?”

Eddie just hums in agreement, while Buck smiles and answers, “Definitely. Let Hen know?”

“Can’t celebrate without the woman of the hour. Hopefully now she’ll pick up the phone.” Soft laughter follows, “Alright boys, I’m off to put my blackout curtains to the test. I suggest you do the same.” Chim mock solutes them both and strides out of the locker room.

Buck stuffs the sea drenched uniform into his duffle and pulls on a too cool, green hoodie. The lack of warmth from the material on his still damp skin and adrenalin come down has him shivering.

He already knows what dreams await him when (if) he closes his eyes to sleep. A mix of Bobby and Christopher drowning in the harsh waves of the ocean, screaming for Buck to save them and him failing to do so before being pulled under himself.

A chill shoot’s up his spine so piercing, it has Buck inhaling sharply and flinching forward with both hands, slamming his locker close. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Eddie whip around and drop his own duffle as he scurries over to Buck’s side.

Warmth finally seeps into Buck with the press of Eddie’s hand to his shoulder and the shivers lessen. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Everyone is okay.” Eddie soothes, his breath ghosting the back of Buck’s neck, warming him further.

Buck takes a deep breath, “I know that, Eddie. Just…” He closes his eyes and shakes his head, trying to get rid of Bobby and Christopher’s waterlogged features.

Eddie’s grip tightens but doesn’t let the silence of Buck’s loss of words linger for long. “Bobby’s place is on the way to the diner, so we can stop by in the morning.”

Buck cocks his head in confusion, “Um, I know your tired and all Eds, but Bobby’s place is definitely a detour to the diner from my place.”

“Good thing you’re coming back to mine then.” Eddie states with no room argument and a little bit of the tight fear in Buck’s body seeps out. Eddie’s house means he can physically see Christopher is safe and nowhere near the turbulent waves they pulled themselves out of just a few hours ago.

“Okay.” He agrees, then softly adds on, “Thank you.”

Eddie pats his shoulder, “Don’t thank me for having your back.”

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Christopher is well into school by the time Eddie and Buck make it back to the Diaz household. Buck has to take a few deep breaths outside the kid’s empty room, reminding himself that he’ll see him in less than four hours. Eddie gives him a sympathetic and understanding grimace before shoving him towards the bathroom.

The heat of the shower washes away the remaining chill and ocean salt clinging to his skin, replaced with the comforting scent of Eddie’s products, a mix of citruses and cedar. A pair of gray athletic shorts, fuzzy blue socks, and his blue sweatshirt that has been missing since before Buck’s lightening coma, are waiting for him on the bathroom counter when he open’s the curtain.

Buck pulls on the items of clothing and is taken by surprised by their enveloping warmth. His heart squeezes in his chest, knowing Eddie must have tumbled the clothes in the dryer while he showered.

Making his way back to the living room, Buck finds the older man lounging on the couch in a pair of cut off sweats and another one of Buck’s missing sweatshirts, this one dark green. “Are you the sweatshirt thief?” Buck accuses light heartedly, flopping down next to said thief and pressing into his side, shoulder to thigh.

Eddie shrugs, unbothered and unapologetic, “Cheaper than buying my own.”

Buck gaffs in mock offense but doesn’t even argue or hide how much he likes seeing Eddie in his clothes. Just another thing the man does that soothes Buck’s shaken nerves.

Pulling his knees up to his chest, Buck wraps his arms around them then drops his head onto Eddie’s shoulder. Without hesitation, Eddie’s head falls to rest on his still damp hair. “Thank you for the clothes and bringing me here… for having my back.” Buck whispers.

He feels Eddie’s head turn slightly to nuzzle his nose into Buck’s curls. His partner’s lips brush against Buck’s scalp as he speaks, “Last time I’m saying this, you don’t need to thank me for any of it. That’s not how it works for us.”

Buck lets out a slow breath, “Yea…. I know, but that will never stop me from appreciating you and everything you do. I will never not be grateful that you have my back.”

“Well,” Those lips drift downwards to Buck’s temple, Eddie’s voice sending delicate vibrations across the skin and muscle and casting a whole different kind of shiver through Buck’s body, “I’m just as appreciative and grateful for you too.”

Buck doesn’t quite know if he imagines it, with how he has been drifting to sleep since falling to the couch, but he hopefully believes he felt the firm press of Eddie’s lips to his temple that lingered past platonic.

And when he feels Eddie’s breaths even out across the top of his head, Buck can hear the echo of their gratitude and appreciation fade into discreet exchanges of I love you’s. Those echoes with Eddie’s warmth, keep the nightmarish tides away, allowing Buck to truly rest.

Very belated tagging: @theotherbuckley @perfectlysunny02 @aroeddiediaz @loserdiaz @diazsdimples @jesuisici33 @fortheloveofbuddie @rogerzsteven @lemonzestywrites @evanbegins @buck-coded @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 @spotsandsocks @sunshinediaz @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @eddiiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @prosperdemeter2 @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @thebloomingheather

#fuck it friday #late fuck it friday #tag game #coda fic #7x03 #my fic #911 abc #911 spoilers #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #silent i love yous #soft boys #eddie takes care of buck

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rainbow-nerdss · 1 month

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Seven Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @daffi-990 and @wikiangela

Thank you everyone who has kept on tagging me in these while I've been unable to share anything! Had to take a week or so out bc my laptop broke, and I've been exhausted. Not to mention focusing on my big bang fic!

Here's a little bit from the 7x03 spec fic I'm working on, I should hopefully get it up in the next few days! 💙💙

Buck is straight up not doing good in this one, boys.

“They must have turned around before they met the storm,” Chim was saying. Buck felt another cold wave of fear. “Then why did they need to—oh.” The helicopter turned, and Buck saw it. The cruise ship—or what remained of it—was fully capsized in the water, nothing but a dark shape amongst the waves. “They're on the lifeboats,” Eddie said, evidently finished with the radio. “Coastguard said almost everyone got off. We have to believe they're okay.” “Almost everyone?” Hen asked, and Buck knew she was thinking the same as him—there was no universe in which Bobby wouldn’t be the last off a sinking ship, and Athena wouldn't leave him behind. “They're still on the ship,” Buck said, certainty settling deep in his chest. “I have to get down there.” “Buck!” Eddie held out a hand, as though Buck were about to jump. “It's—we can’t—” “Eddie, I need to. Tommy, how low can you get us?”

No pressure tags: @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life @exhuastedpigeon @diazsdimples @theotherbuckley @aspecbuddie @thewolvesof1998 @loserdiaz @jeeyuns @puppyboybuckley @kwills91 @trenchcoatsandtimetravel @spotsandsocks @devirnis @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunflowerdiaiz @lover-of-mine @liabegins @lovelettertothewise @slowlyfoggydestiny @buddieboos @shitouttabuck @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33

(It's been a while, so if anyone wants to be added/removed from this tag list, just lmk!)

#tag games #wips #buddie wip #buddie #911 spoilers

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traumabuddies · 29 days

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @rogerzsteven MWAH thank you<3

Guys, I haven't done this in forever, but I started writing again yesterday and whoops, my fingers tripped and it's a bucktommy fic. this isn't spec, it's just silly little fun, although it still takes place after 7x03. Here are the last seven sentences i wrote:

“I’ll walk you out,” Tommy offers, getting up before Buck can say no. “Oh, uh, thanks, you didn’t have to.” But Tommy doesn’t seem bothered. He shakes his head, still smiling, the same glint in his eyes from earlier back in full force. “I would hate for you to get lost, big boy.” There’s not much Buck can say to that, although his reddening face should be answer enough as Tommy leads him outside with a hand at the small of his back. By the time they make it to the fresh night air, he feels like the touch is imprinted on him.

tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @911onabc @bucks118 @buck2eddie @buckleyseddie @bucktits @bvckandeddie @giddyupbuck and everyone else who wants to share something sorry ive suddenly forgotten all of the urls lmao

#lex.writing #seven sentence sunday #911 fic #bucktommy #idk when i'll be able to finish this but hey at least i'm writing. and everyone cheered

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flecksofscars · 5 years

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7x03 Thoughts

1. I’m feeling really weird after this episode. It was both worse and not as bad as I was expecting and I’m not quite sure how to process it.

2. As soon as I saw Sophie, I knew that’s where it was headed. It’s like Mandel can’t resist making Dan become the worst, most one-note version of himself. I also don’t understand how he went from having sex to get ahead to...whatever this is.

3. Amy is going to be pregnant at the end of the season. Her contemplating the abortion being a mistake and worrying if kids will never happening for her solidified that for me.

4. Despite everything, I still can’t help but love Dan and Amy in scenes together and want more of it. That said, my expectations for them in total are at a zero.

#veep 7x03 #veep spoilers #veep spec

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thegladelf · 7 years

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Okay, but imagine Henry trying to introduce his family, like,

Henry: “Hey, my parents came to help...well, this my mom and he’s my dad because he married my other mom, who stayed behind (for currently unexplained reasons that Margaret doesn’t want to spec on at this moment).”

Jacinda: “So that makes him your STEPdad?”

Henry: “Well, yeah, but he’s not evil...well, he was, but then he met my mom--no, my other mom--and she knocked some sense into him.”

Killian: “Literally.”

Tiana: “I’m more concerned with the same age thing than the evil thing.”

#ouat spoilers #ouat spec #wild spec #ouat 7x03

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j-philly-b · 7 years

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I haven't seen (admittedly, I haven't been actively searching either) anyone discussing the name Belfrey Developments that showed up in some of the 7x03 bts photos. It would be fun if it's a hint that Lady Tremaine, assuming it's her development company, or the actual owner is a bit insane - i.e., bats in the belfrey; or an obscure reference to Quasimodo.

#ouat speculation #ouat s7 spec #ouat spoilers #ouat 7x03 #thinking it ouat

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yangsmash · 4 years

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because that’s what we do

Pairing: Blake/Yang A/N: Potential scene for 7x03 (I’m throwing this into the internet void, please be gentle, I haven’t written in ages)

Yang stepped out of the changing section, impressed with the feel of the fabric and how quickly it had been created. She shouldn’t have been surprised, ‘They were in Atlas after all’, she thought mockingly.

As tired as she was of Atlas’ self importance, Yang couldn’t hide her excitement for the upgrades to her equipment and combat ensemble. She’d worked hard on both to ensure they would continue to complement her skills. Yang was fiddling with the specs for her arm when she heard a curtain pull back, and Blake stood in her changing stall, almost shyly.

“What do you think?” she asked with a smile, giving a small twist.

It took a moment for Yang’s brain to be able to process the outfit, the catsuit - she would have to use all her willpower not to make any jokes - accentuated by a white coat.

“You look…” Yang started, many words flickering through her mind. Beautiful. Stunning. Perfect. “Great!” She ended with lamely, cursing herself.

“Thanks,” Blake said, and smiled as though she had paid her a better compliment. She fiddled with her long hair thoughtfully before continuing, “I’ll be right back, I just need to grab something.”

Yang watched her walk over to Penny and try to pull her attention from Ruby before going back to her arm, looking for another way to give her an edge in battle. She was so absorbed in her work she almost didn’t notice Blake return.

Blake stood by her side, hesitant, “Would you be able to help?” She held a pair of hair scissors in her hands and Yang’s brain finally caught up with the situation.

“You want me to cut your hair?” She asked, honoured, she hadn’t let anyone else cut her own hair in years.

Blake shrugged nonchalantly, but the twitch of her ears gave her away, “If you don’t mind, I know you do your own.”

Yang scanned the room, the multipurpose fitting and modifying room had mirrors scattered around and Yang picked one in a far corner, dragging the stool she had been sitting on with her. She was aware this room was not designed to be a salon but it was Atlas, and they probably had some robot racing the halls at this very moment, ready to whisk away any sign of imperfection.

Blake adjusted the chair as Yang prepared herself, “I can tell that you’re sure but what brought on this change?”

Blake met her eyes in the mirror, “I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I don’t know, I just needed to see it. Does that make sense?”

Yang’s flesh hand brushed her metal one, painted to make her own, “I get it. So, how far am I going?”

“My hair used to sit around here when I was younger,” Blake replied, marked a spot by her chin, “Maybe there?”

“Can do,” Yang said, positioning herself behind Blake, “I’ll do it a bit at a time and you can tell me when to stop.”

“Is it because of your semblance?” Blake asked as Yang sectioned her hair, “Is that why you don’t want anyone else to cut it?”

Yang frowned, considering, “Maybe. I didn’t like it before my semblance activated though and it’s not like I need it for my semblance, the hair and the eye change are just a side effect.”

“Not many semblances do that, yours is special.”

“Again maybe,” she gestured with the scissors and smiled, “Or maybe I just don’t like other people with scissors near my head. Now shush, I need to concentrate.”

Yang’s world narrowed, the background noises of her teammates faded and she only heard the snip of the scissors, felt Blake’s soft hair in her hand and the smell of her shampoo filled her nose. Her world was consumed by Blake and it was a place she found very hard to leave.

Hair had piled on the floor as Yang stepped back to appreciate her work. Blake’s hair sat at chin length, framing her face.

“I just wanted to say, thank you for coming for me,” Blake said suddenly and Yang raised her eyes to meet Blake’s in the mirror. Blake was staring intently and she realised that while she had been studying Blake, the other girl had been doing the same in return. Blake swallowed and continued quieter, “And I’m sorry I left.”

It felt like a punch to the gut, an old wound reopened, but it wasn’t - wouldn’t let it be - pain she could deal back double. She finally felt ready to let this go. Yang put the scissors down and moved around in front of Blake, squatting in front of her.

“I won’t lie, it hurt when you left. I never expected you to come back to Patch with me but I thought I would get a goodbye. I didn’t think you would be another person to leave me.” Tears began to fill Blake’s eyes and she looked away but this was important so Yang gently tilted her face back and continued gently, “I was angry, but then you did something no one else had. You came back.”

Blake gave a watery smile and what Yang wanted to say next felt like another promise, so she held Blake’s hands in her lap. “You came back to me and I came for you and that’s what we do, we protect each other.”

The air felt heavy, charged with possibility and Yang, truly appreciating the sensation of Blake’s hand in her own, the calluses and the slight chill contrasting with hers, felt it on the tip of her tongue-

-until Ruby appeared behind Blake, showering them in petals, “Are you doing haircuts, I want to go next!”

Yang smiled ruefully at Blake, who squeezed her hands one last time and made room for Ruby, “Thanks Yang, it’s... great.” She emphasised the word with all the meaning Yang had intended when she had used it before. Yang blushed and looked away, incredibly pleased.

“Should we set up a line? Does anyone else want one? Yang does it really well.” Ruby yelled to the room.

Jaune pulled at his shaggy hair, “You have your turn, Ruby, I can do this myself. How hard can it be?”

“This I have to see,” Nora said eagerly, following Jaune to what Yang would assume to be a hilarious disaster. Ren looked unsure if he should intervene or if he wanted to see it through, he ended sighing and going back to inspecting his weapons.

Yang let the familiar bickering wash over, glancing at Blake chatting to Weiss. Their eyes met and the message was clear, she wasn’t going anywhere and they had plenty of time. This moment she was going to spend with her family, and they would be ready for the next fight.

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