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usersiren · 1 year
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noah "braver than a u.s. marine" schnapp as will byers
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maygrantgf · 1 month
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aka 911 characters as memes from tiktok slideshows 🙈
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uhhrellys · 3 months
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princessfbi · 1 month
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“Tummy kisses” 🤲 ‼️
Tummy kisses
Eddie woke up over heated with a numb arm and cotton mouth which he only got when he mouth breathed in his sleep. Something that only happened when he was down and out in a deep sleep where you didn't move even if the earth was shaking and the house was on fire which, admittedly, was not something that happened to Eddie very often. Never say never but Eddie was used to be a light sleeper.
Eddie was always up and moving at the scent of coffee by the time he was sixteen and could drive his sisters wherever they needed to go. The resentment of having to be up before the sun was always tampered a little bit by the fact that his mom would let him have a cup even when his sisters always whined about it. He always drank it black back then even though he'd preferred it with a little bit of creamer because drinking it black was how "adults" drank it and Eddie had prided himself on being an "adult". Sleeping light had transferred into his years in the army and war then to fatherhood and firefighting. Now, knowing what he knew from therapy and all those self reflection exercises Frank made him do through eye rolls and gritted teeth, he could begrudgingly admit that maybe the underlining current of anxiety that skated up his spine might have something to do with the fact that he couldn't remember the last time he slept like a rock but whatever. That wasn't the point.
The point was that he'd been out like a fucking light and he couldn't remember the last time that had happened.
Hell, he couldn't even remember shutting his eyes.
But it all came back to him in fragments by the soft rise and fall of the body beneath him.
A soft snore whistled from above him and Eddie knew it was because Buck had somehow managed to fall asleep on his back again. He always preferred to sleep on his side for that very reason but the couch was too small for both of them stretched out like they were. And yet somehow they made it work.
That felt like a statement that could describe their entire relationship Eddie thought if he was being honest.
Buck had been stretched out on the couch watching some documentary he'd been so patiently saving for when he didn't have to stop and start because they had a shift or a school pick up or errands and work out to run to and from. For the first time in a long time, they had forty-eight hours just to themselves in Buck's loft where Eddie didn't have to pack a bag to stay over anymore because he had a space in the closet and spot on the sink with his normal toiletries.
Eddie had kissed Buck with the insistence that he go watch while he cleaned up dinner and for once Buck hadn't bothered to hide the excitement from his smile when he asked if Eddie was sure. Buck's affinity for documentaries was not something he shared but it had taken a lot of fumbled versions of the conversation for Eddie to vocalize that he didn't mind when Buck indulged in them while he was there. That he liked the quiet and getting to just spend time with Buck without having to carry on a conversation.
When the dishes had been cleaned, Buck's attention had been fully captured by the... whatever it was he'd been watching. It wasn't that he didn't care. It was just Buck had so many interests at one given time that if Eddie tried to keep up with all of them he was pretty sure his head would explode.
Besides, Buck was his boyfriend now which meant apparently, Eddie was allowed to want things without having to pay a price for them. Things like cuddling with his boyfriend on the couch after they'd had a delicious dinner while he watched a documentary about some castle or something.
He had crawled onto the couch and bullied his way into Buck's space without so much as a grunt of displeasure from said boyfriend. Buck had merely gotten comfortable before Eddie had settled his weight on top of him and wrapped his arms around Buck. Buck's fingers had eventually found his hair and it had been lights out for Eddie.
Apparently for Buck too since the TV had turned off but the lights to the kitchen and the soft glow from the loft above were still on.
Eddie wiggled his arm out from being pinned between Buck's hip and the couch and squinted at the time on the oven. They still had a few hours left and Eddie knew that a few hours would be enough to save them both from a backache they wouldn't be able to shake if they stayed there.
Eddie ducked down and pressed a kiss to the sliver of skin where Eddie's hand had shoved up under Buck's t-shirt in his sleep. Buck's stomach was soft beneath his lips and Eddie couldn't help but indulge in a few more kisses before he reached up and rubbed his palm to Buck's chest.
"Baby," Eddie said, his voice croaking from disuse.
Buck sighed in his sleep but refused to wake up and Eddie pressed a trail of kisses up from his stomach to his chest as he climbed up Buck's body. He didn't stop until he was up his throat and to his chin, sitting up so he could straddle Buck's hips and kiss his lips over and over again.
"Wake up, baby," Eddie said between kisses as Buck groaned. Blue eyes appeared from beneath tiny slits as Buck scrunched up his face and Eddie huffed out a laugh as he brushed a thumb over his birthmark. "C'mon. Let's go upstairs."
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honestlydarkprincess · 9 months
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forest blakk, i choose you
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prettyboybuckley · 8 months
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kiss me with everyone watching by prettyboybuckley
3.8k | 1/1 | Teen and Up | No Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz
For the @911bingo prompt: Dared to Make Out (though I realized too late it said make-out and not kiss so it's, like, barely making out)
Summary:
The moment Chimney opens his mouth and utters those words, Eddie knows that it's going to happen, that he's going to be kissing Buck because Buck isn't going to back down from a dare. (And neither is Eddie if he's being honest.) "I dare you," Chim says, his eyes sparkling with mischief, a smug grin on his face. For a moment, Buck doesn't move, and then he turns around and promptly drops himself into Eddie's lap in the armchair. OR: The team has drinks at the Grant-Nash house and Chim comes up with a dare that might either be the best or the worst thing that has ever happened to Eddie
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devirnis · 1 month
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“feeling each other's pulse” pleeaassseeee 🥺👉👈
Anything for you, Molly my dear!
quiet my fears with the touch of your hand
Rating: G Relationship: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz Word count: 1.2k Contains vague season 7 spec
Eddie comes to with a burning in his chest and Buck’s name on his lips.
For a second, he has no idea where he is or what’s going on, but then sound filters in around him – water crashing, sirens, people yelling out orders – and it all comes back to him in startling clarity.
The ship shifting suddenly. Debris crashing down and blocking the exit. Water rising with no way out.
Buck looking at him, heartbreak in his eyes, and saying, “I love you.”
“Oh, thank God,” someone says above him. It might be Bobby. “Ravi, help me get him in the ambulance.”
No, no, Eddie can’t go into an ambulance – not until he knows –
“Buck,” he gasps, trying to look around. “Where’s Buck?”
A hand on his shoulder, and the ground beneath him starts to move. “Eddie, just lie still.” Definitely Bobby. “We need to transport you.”
Eddie shakes his head. Bobby didn’t answer his question. That means he either doesn’t know or doesn’t want to tell him. Neither option is acceptable. “No, I don’t – where’s Buck?”
A telling pause. “Hen and Chim are working on him,” Bobby finally says.
Working on him? Eddie’s stomach plummets. No, Buck can’t – not again – not after he said –
“Ravi, on three,” Bobby orders.
“No!” Eddie flails his arms, tries to push himself upright. “No, let me – I can help – I need to see –”
“Eddie,” Bobby says calmly. “Hen and Chim have got him. Let us take care of you.”
Eddie glances around wildly. His gaze lands on a familiar turnout with WILSON written on the back, crouched over a few feet away from him. She’s obscuring his view of Chim, but Eddie can see that he’s on top of someone, performing compressions.
“Eddie –” Bobby tries again.
“Cap, I’m not going anywhere until –”
“He’s going to be okay, Eddie. Just let Hen and Chim –”
“I’m not going –”
“We’ve got a pulse!” calls Hen’s voice.
Relief crashes over Eddie like a tidal wave. His arms give out and he slumps down onto the backboard, finally allowing Bobby and Ravi to load him into the ambulance.
He’s unconscious before the doors slam closed.
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When Eddie regains consciousness again, he immediately knows he’s in the hospital.
If the fuzzy memories of fighting with Bobby while he was bathed in the red emergency lights didn’t tip Eddie off, the exposed feeling of wearing a hospital gown underneath starchy sheets and the beeping from various machinery confirms it. It takes a monumental effort, but eventually Eddie manages to get his eyes open. The lights are dim, so it must be night. He lolls his head to the side and sees Bobby, asleep and slumped in a chair at his bedside.
Eddie frowns; he figured that if Bobby would be keeping vigil over anyone, it would be –
Buck.
Panic surges through him as he struggles to sit up. If Bobby is here and not with Buck, then that must mean Buck is in the ICU or surgery or –
As Eddie rips the covers back and swings his legs off the side of the bed, his eyes scan the rest of the room and he realizes he isn’t alone. There’s another bed across from him, and in it is a sight so dear that Eddie nearly topples off his bed as the fear drains out of him in an instant.
Buck is unconscious or asleep – Eddie can’t tell, and his eyes immediately flick to the vital signs monitor at Buck’s bedside. Buck’s pulse and blood pressure are normal and his oxygen levels are fine, but just reading Buck’s vitals doesn’t do much to soothe Eddie’s worry. He’s seen Buck hooked up to machines in hospitals too many times before, and only hours ago Buck’s heart was stopped again. Eddie is suddenly overcome with a desperate need to touch him. He needs to feel Buck’s heartbeat, his blood pumping in his veins, and only then will the uncomfortable, anxious skittering under his skin finally settle.
Eddie eases himself off the bed, grabbing his IV stand for support. The last thing he wants to do is go crashing to the ground and wake Bobby up. He gingerly makes his way across the room in his bare feet, and lowers himself into the chair at Buck’s bedside. Reaching out, he gently takes Buck’s hand and flips it over, pressing his fingers into Buck’s wrist.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Buck’s pulse is strong beneath Eddie’s fingertips. The tightness in his chest loosens, and Eddie relaxes back into the chair, keeping Buck’s wrist in his grip. He’s alive, Buck’s alive; they’re both going to be fine.
Eddie doesn’t know how much time passes, but he finds himself slowly nodding off, soothed by the steady beat of Buck’s heart. He’s completely fine with drifting off to sleep in this chair, but then he feels Buck twitch. Eddie straightens up a little, suddenly awake, as he looks over Buck for any sign of distress. His vitals still look good, but his heart rate is starting to climb.
Buck’s face twists, and he makes a small, pained noise. Eddie’s own heart rate spikes and he starts fumbling with his other hand, searching for the nurse call button –
“Eddie…” Buck whispers.
Eddie shifts his grip, grasping Buck’s hand firmly. “I’m right here.”
Buck shakes his head back and forth. “Eddie…”
Oh god, is Buck hallucinating? Eddie’s just about to press the call button when Buck’s eyes fly open and he sits bolt upright, his gaze skittering around frantically.
“Eddie!” he gasps again. “Where’s –?”
“Buck, Buck, I’m right here!” Eddie squeezes Buck’s hand. “It’s okay, I’m right here.”
Buck’s eyes finally land on him. He blinks a few times, like he’s expecting Eddie to disappear any second. Eddie squeezes his hand again and Buck looks down quickly before looking back up at Eddie.
“You-you’re okay?” Buck rasps.
Eddie smiles. “I’m okay, you’re okay. We’re both okay.”
Buck presses his lips together into a thin line, still clearly uneasy. Eddie can’t blame him; after all, he walked himself across the hospital room in bare feet just so he could get his hands on Buck to reassure himself that Buck was fine, even if he had the evidence right in front of his eyes.
“Here,” Eddie says. He takes Buck’s hand and touches Buck’s index and middle fingers to his pulse point, just like he’d done for Buck earlier. “Feel that? That’s my heart. I’m here with you.”
“Ye-yeah,” Buck croaks. He presses his fingers more insistently against Eddie’s wrist.
They stay like that for a few minutes, just sitting in silence, Buck’s fingers on Eddie’s pulse, Eddie’s eyes on Buck’s monitor. Buck’s heart rate slowly returns to normal and Eddie finally feels like he can breathe easily again.
Eventually, Buck clears his throat. “Do you… do you remember what I said?”
“You think I was gonna forget you telling me you’re in love with me?” Eddie teases gently.
Buck blushes, averting his gaze. “I’m sorry –”
“Don’t apologize,” Eddie interrupts. Then a horrible thought strikes him. “Unless you didn’t mean –”
“No!” Buck’s wide-eyed gaze snaps back to him. “No, I’m just sorry that I told you like that. I wish– I wish it was in a romantic setting, not a life or death one.”
Eddie brings Buck’s hand up to his lips. “Once we get out of here, I’ll take you out for dinner. That new fancy Italian place that just opened.” He kisses Buck’s knuckles. “You can tell me again then.”
Buck gives him a bashful, pleased smile. “Deal.”
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evanbuckleyweek · 2 years
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EVAN BUCKLEY WEEK 2022 ↳ DAY TWO: FAVORITE LINES OR SCENES
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thebestbooksaround · 10 months
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hold me (like the sun holds the sky) by bigfootsmom (@bigfootsmom)
Buddie | 21k | Teen
He just needs someone to tell him what’s going on. No, not just someone — Eddie. Every part of him aches for the comfort of Eddie’s voice, his soft smile that flashes pearly white teeth and that adorable dimple. He needs calloused hands that carry the heat of the sun and are full of hard won strength. He needs Eddie.
— The one where an old friend comes to town, Buck and Eddie pine, and someone doesn’t take no for an answer.
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911COCS HENREN WEEK 2022 DAY THREE: HENREN + COLORS ⇢ fresh from the kiln
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steddiedaily · 2 years
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—at least you fooled my friends
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usersiren · 8 months
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SIREN'S MERLIN REWATCH → S01E01: THE DRAGON'S CALL
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maygrantgf · 10 months
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aka 911 characters as memes I keep seeing on tiktok 🙈
more 911 as memes!
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uhhrellys · 5 months
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i’m curious whether either of us can survive separation.
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princessfbi · 8 months
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FIFTY TWO‼️‼️‼️‼️ gripping the thigh 😵‍💫😩♥️ if it sparks joy…please 👉👈
52. Gripping the thigh
🌶🌶🌶🌶 Warning🌶🌶🌶🌶
Eddie had to bite down on his cheek to keep his face straight as Buck's hand clamped down on his thigh. Five pinpoints of pressure dug into the meat of his muscles until Eddie was sure he'd have bruises by the end of the night but each one of them would be worth it from that delicious whimper that Buck couldn't quite swallow down.
"Eddie!" Buck practically hissed Eddie's name while trying not to open his mouth. If he did, Eddie knew his boyfriend well enough to know that not even the loud blasting music of the bar would've been able to mask the noises.
Eddie clicked the remote again.
Buck's whole body vibrated like a current was pulsing through him. Nails dug into the fabric of Eddie's jeans. Sweat dotted Buck's temples as the warm flush crawled up his throat into his ears. His blue eyes took on a wild, manic glaze to them and Eddie hid his smirk as he brought his beer up to his lips.
Buck managed to surprise Eddie every day but he also knew his boyfriend like the back of his hand.
One one thousand. Two one thousand. Three one—
Another one of those whimpers slipped out as Buck jolted and Eddie pressed the remote to a more compassionate level. Still there. Still teasing. But manageable.
Buck sagged into Eddie's side like all of his strings had been cut, breathless and clingy as he twitched through the aftershocks. He hid his face into the hollow Eddie's shoulder as those fingers that had been digging into Eddie's leg twisted in the fabric of his henley and pulled.
Eddie chuckled as he turned to press a kiss against Buck's temple.
"What was that you were saying about out lasting me?" Eddie murmured into his skin, reaching over to grip Buck's thigh himself and feeling the way his pants were fighting the throbbing heat with every stitch it had. The table of the corner booth and the dim lighting covered them both but anyone who looked close enough would've been able to tell what was going on.
Buck's desperation radiated off of him in waves even as he tried to fight it. Eddie had half a mind to take pity on him; to pay the tab and find a dark corner or a bathroom stall somewhere so he could take care of Buck they way he so clearly needed.
But Eddie had a bet to win and a point to make.
No one said he wasn't petty.
Buck's throat clicked as he swallowed and Eddie let his fingers inch up his thigh in a teasing caress.
"You're not playing fair." Buck grumbled, sounding deliciously miserable as he squirmed.
Eddie cranked up the remote and Buck bit down on Eddie's shoulder as he whined.
"Who said anything about fair, baby."
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Drunk Eddie 👀 I am looking
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Hehehe yes! I'll gib you a snippet because I have no self control<3
Eddie didn’t do this.
He didn’t go to bars and get drunk and spill his heart to the bartender. He didn’t stare at his phone like a loser and swipe through pictures of him and godforsaken crush.
Except tonight, he did.
Getting drunk had not been the plan. He’d really only intended to have a few drinks, maybe watch the game on the big screen while he nursed his broken heart. Okay, broken heart might be a bit of an exaggeration but it was definitely bruised. And as soon as he had had his first beer and finished it within minutes, he knew tonight was going to be A Night. So he got comfortable in his seat at the bar and flagged down the bartender for another.
“Hey, you alright?” The bartender asked, eyeing Eddie curiously.
“Yeah,” Eddie replied, a little confused. He’d only just gotten here, why was the bartender worried about him?
“Sorry, it’s just you have that look about you, like something’s wrong,” The bartender said. “You get to know these things when you see it every night, I guess. I’m Adam. You wanna talk about it?”
“No, uh, I think I’m okay,” Eddie murmured, looking sheepish. “I promise I’m good.”
“Alright,” Adam eyed him, not quite believing him. “Let me know when you want another.” He nodded towards Eddie’s beer.
“Thanks, man,” Eddie said, giving him a small smile.
Adam gave him one last look before he had to leave to attend to another customer.
Eddie sighed. God, even the poor bartender knew he was a mess.
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