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buckleysbravery · 2 years

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and really, it's the way that even though you've been ready, you still waited for me (or, the 5+1 of it all) [ BUDDIE ]

SUMMARY -- the five times eddie diaz slept elsewhere, but then the one time he stayed. WARNINGS -- obscene amount of fluff. there's angst too. explicit language (somewhere, i think, maybe?), it dives briefly into trauma but it's not extensive, a little proof read (but really not at all), sickness but not graphic, poor christopher diaz has nightmares AUTHORS NOTE -- am i really diehard buddie if my first fic isn't buddie? no. obscenely long title be damned. 5 days + 5.1k words later and it is finally finished. wowza.

Despite having hit the one year milestone into the relationship, the “when are you moving in together?” questions started six months into their relationship, Buck and Eddie still hadn’t moved in with each other. Neither of them questioned why not, because they knew there was more harm than good in pressuring someone to do something before they’re ready. So, they settled with Buck occasionally staying the night with the rarity of Eddie sometimes staying at Buck’s sprinkled in for good measure.

Only, it wasn’t going to be as easy as either of them initially believed.

“Chris okay?” Eddie asks not long after Buck reenters the bedroom. If he was going to be completely honest, sometimes it was still a weird concept that Eddie had someone to co-parent with. He knew that sometimes Christopher would want Buck there at bedtime, in favour of Eddie, but it still hurt deep.

“He’s good.” Buck reassures him, he knows it’s important that Eddie knows Christopher is okay; especially when Eddie isn’t doing bedtime, or the school pick up, or drop off. Or all these moments that Eddie had alone before, but now Buck shares them. “He’s had his bedtime story, and now he’s tucked up in bed fast asleep. Christopher is safe.”

Eddie nods, and now he thinks he can complete his nighttime routine a little better. He’d forgotten he was fresh out the shower, towel wrapped around his waist whilst water drips from his hair onto his neck and forehead. The silence shared between them as Eddie resumes his nighttime routine, whilst Buck starts his own nighttime routine, is easy and comforting. “Thank you.” Eddie’s voice is a whisper, but the kiss Buck presses to his temple before he steps into the shower lets Eddie know he has been heard.

It’s fifteen minutes before they climb into bed together. It’s a routine which they both timed out perfectly one evening. On the nights Christopher asks Buck to read the bedtime story and tuck him in, Eddie showers. By the time Christopher is tucked up and fast asleep, which varies anywhere from 30-45 minutes, Eddie is finished in the shower. Just before it’s Buck’s turn in the shower, he’ll confirm that Christopher is asleep.

Buck’s quicker at showering, and he’ll wash his face and brush his teeth under the shower at night. Nobody claims to understand why, but Buck tells everyone it saves on time and on water. They take it as the truth – but really, Buck’s normally too tired to do it separate from the shower. Eddie just finds it endearing, really. Eddie brushes his teeth and cleanses his face, and by the time he’s done, Buck’s finished in the shower so both men dry themselves off and change into their sleepwear of choice. Eddie sleeps by the door, Buck learnt not long into their relationship. He’s, by nature, a protector. And Buck doesn’t mind, not in the slightest, because he loves Eddie. And oh — how Eddie makes him feel safe.

Sleep, like always, comes easy to Buck. It comes with a soft kiss, a whispered I love you, and then he is out. Eddie’s always wondered how he does that, but really, it’s just so Buck. And so, Eddie closes his eyes and hopes that sleep finds him. But when he’s still awake an hour later, he knows he’s fucked. But he tries again, because he does really want to sleep next to his boyfriend, because he’s done it before. He’s frustrated by the fact he feels different this time. So he slides out of bed, grabs his pillow, and instead goes out to the living room.

And as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s out like a light. Here’s the thing, Buck is a very predictable person, and Eddie has memorised what time Buck will wake up. And whilst he usually wakes up to make Buck a coffee for when he first wakes up, this time it’s to make Buck his usual morning coffee, and then to not arouse any form of suspicion from his boyfriend.

So, when six thirty rolls around, Eddie wakes up to tidy away his temporary bed before making Buck a coffee. And whilst Buck is none the wiser to Eddie’s other sleeping space, it doesn’t stop the guilt. “I slept on the couch last night.” Eddie’s voice is a whisper, and Buck’s very confused. “When you fell asleep, I couldn’t fall asleep so I grabbed my pillow and slept on the couch all night.”

But Buck is still, very much, the epitome of confusion. And panic, as Eddie is quick to discover. “Why’d you sleep on the couch? Did I do something wrong? Do you not want to sleep with me anymore? Have you stopped loving me?”

And oh — how Eddie’s heart bends, then breaks. “No, baby.” He’s quick to reassure his boyfriend. “I know we’ve been together for a year and you’ve stayed over a few times so really this is nothing new to me but-” he pauses, trying to think about how to express his feelings, “I know we’ve also been getting a lot of people pestering us about when we’re going to move in together and I guess it just had me freaked because the last romantic partner I lived with was Shannon.”

“That’s okay.” Buck is, without a doubt, one of the most supportive people that Eddie has ever met before. Sometimes he doesn’t understand what he did to deserve Evan Buckley, but he knows that he will never take him for granted. “I can’t tell you a lie and pretend that you being freaked out about living with me doesn’t sting a little bit. But I can tell you that it is okay. When we first got together, we promised each other that this would be something we would take at our own pace. If you’re nervous about something, we wait. Quite frankly, I don’t care about how long it takes for us to move in together. I’ll love you all the same.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just kisses his boyfriend. “I love you all the same, forever.”

Carefully balancing the tray carrying soup and tea up the stairs, Eddie can hear Buck before he can set eyes on him again. The flu had taken hold of him, so he’d relinquished himself to the loft for a few days. “Hey honey.” Eddie reminds himself to keep his voice quiet, not wanting to cause any more distress to his boyfriend than necessary. “I’ve bought you some chicken broth and some honey and lemon tea, figured it’d soothe that throat of yours and keep you hydrated.”

Buck moves to look at the man through bleary eyes, grimacing at the mere mention of food. He’d been unable to keep anything down for a few days, and Eddie was growing more worried with each hour that passed. “Don’t wan’ food.” Buck’s tired, terribly so, and Eddie can only feel guilt knowing what he’s about to do. “Wan’ sleep.” Buck mumbles, trying to lay himself down. The exertion, however, only makes him cough.

“I know, mi amor.” Eddie can feel his heart breaking, but he knows he needs to get Buck sitting up once more. Pillows are rearranged until he’s as comfortable as he can be, and Buck just sniffles sadly. It’s hard going through this with Christopher, Eddie thinks, but Christopher is a kid, and he’s not the one unable to do what he was born to do until he’s fully recovered. “I know you want to sleep, and baby I promise you can soon, but you just gotta eat and drink for me first. If I can’t get that fluid intake up myself, you’ll get severely dehydrated which you know is an immediate ER visit. How about if I spoon feed you, hmmm?”

Buck knows all this, but he also knows he’ll throw up anything he’ll consume; he supposes it’ll be a bit less painful if he’s got something in his stomach beforehand though. He nods pathetically, tears lining his blue eyes. It’s a long thirty minutes before the soup is all done, and although Buck feels even more weary than before, the warm broth gives him an ounce of energy back. Just enough energy to drink the tea himself. “I know Abuela made that soup.” Buck whispers whilst Eddie fixes the pillows so he can sleep. “You suck at cooking. She obviously dropped it whilst I was asleep.”

Eddie pretends to ignore it, although he knows it’s the truth. Buck had been out of it for the entire day, giving Eddie plenty of time to clean up the apartment and tell Abuela it was safe to come round with the soup. It warmed his heart, however, that Buck recognised Abuela’s cooking when he tasted it. “You just go to sleep, mi amor.” Eddie whispers back, brushing Buck’s hair off his sweaty forehead once the man had laid down once more. He lays with him, flu be damned, “I’ll even stay with you until you fall asleep.”

And true to his word, he does. He’s there right until Buck’s snoring practically rattles around the apartment. Eddie places a soft kiss to the sweaty forehead before he collects the bowl and mug on the tray, wordlessly carrying it downstairs and loading it into the dishwasher. A quick spruce up of the apartment, and a quick shower, before he settles himself on the couch and drifts off to sleep.

It’s 3am. Evan Buckley solemnly swears that he hates 3am. If only for one reason: he absolutely cannot get to sleep. And, like a desperate man, he’s tried everything. He’s tried cuddling with Eddie, that didn’t work. He tried lying with his back to Eddie, which sucked and also didn’t work. He’s tried playing some soft, gentle music in the hopes it would quieten his thoughts, but that didn’t work. And if Evan Buckley was being truthful, he was getting very very fed up with his predicament. So, he tried the failsafe option of getting Evan Buckley to sleep each time.

Waking the other person up to pester them with questions until Buck got so tired he’d fall straight to sleep. That person just so happened to be one Edmundo Diaz.

“Eddie!” Buck whispered, very loudly, but to no avail. Chewing on his bottom lip, he thought for a good thirty seconds before trying the one method that would 100% definitely work — even if Eddie would end up getting annoyed when he realised it was a false alarm. “Hey Eddie, there’s a fire in the kitchen.”

Naturally, at the mention of fire, Eddie’s eyes shot open and he sat up. Buck took one look at the panicked look in his eyes, trying not to giggle, before looking at him very solemnly. “Sorry, I needed to wake you up and that was the only thing I could think of that’d work.” Buck apologised, completely ignoring the murderous look in his partners eyes in favour of pressing a very soft kiss to the man’s shoulder.

“I hate you.” Eddie deadpanned, climbing out of bed to double check the apartment was definitely not about to burn to a crisp. Once satisfied, he climbed back into bed and invited Buck to cuddle into him. Deep down, he knew this was not the first time Buck’s done this, and it was likely to not be the last time, and he was growing increasingly concerned at how often this was happening. “What’s wrong, mi amor? How come you’re not sleeping again?”

“Just couldn’t sleep.” Buck shrugged, and Eddie had to concentrate very hard to not giggle at the tickling feeling of Buck’s hair on his chest. Both men hated how much of a regular occurrence this was getting, and Eddie made a mental note to ask Buck if maybe it was time to seek professional help in the morning. “Can I ask you a question?” Buck’s voice was serious this time.

“Any question in the world, mi amor.” Eddie had to practically fight back the yawn, deciding to settle the two of them back down into a lying position.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Buck asked, his voice completely serious. Eddie blinked once, then twice, then three times. But he still could not make any sense of the question which had just been asked of him. And Buck, sweet Buck with a heart dripping pure gold, assumes Eddie just hadn’t heard the question so he asks again. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

A beat of silence before, “yes. Wriggly body and all.”

Buck thinks for a second, wracking his brain for another silly question to ask but instead a very serious one pops into his mind instead. “Would you still love me if I wasn’t a firefighter?”

Eddie can’t help but think Buck sounds sad. He knows what he’s thinking about, and Eddie silently questions if that’s the reason he’s not been sleeping so great. “Baby, is that why you’ve not been sleeping great? You only think I love you because you’re still a firefighter?”

Buck doesn’t say anything, and Eddie knows that he’s hit the nail on the head with that one. And oh, how it breaks his heart to learn his partner thinks that. “Mi amor, I would love you no matter what job you were in. You could be an arsonist, and I still wouldn’t love you any less. The love I have for you is not defined by any career you have now, or in the future. I love you, because you are you. The fact you’re a firefighter and I get to spend so much time with you is just extra.”

“Thank you.” Buck whispers, grateful for the reassurance. Eddie presses a soft kiss to his forehead, with such a tenderness that Buck knows that this is something he wants forever. He knows that time as a firefighter is not promised, and one day an accident may take him out of the field, but it feels oh-so-good to know that Eddie will not love him any less. “I love you too. No matter what.”

“No matter what.” Eddie agrees, filling the room with such a pure, warm love that it seeps into their very bones and Eddie thinks it makes him just a tiny bit more tired. “Come on, mi amor. Let’s get some sleep before tomorrow.”

Buck thinks that it’s a very fine suggestion, but his brain is itching to ask one more question. And Eddie can sense it too, “if you ask a stupid question I’m sleeping on the couch.” He threatens, voice serious. But Buck doesn’t care, he knows it’s not serious.

“Would you still love me if all my fingers were teeth and my toes were noses?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just gently rolls Buck out of his arms so he’s free to climb out of bed. Buck looks at him as he grabs his pillows, and the one stupid throw blanket Buck’s ever so insistent about keeping at the end of the bed. “I’m going to sleep on the couch. Goodnight.”

Eddie tries not to giggle as he quietly stomps down the steps, settling himself in for the rest of the night on the couch. Despite not being anywhere near him, he can still tell Buck is about to protest and demand he comes back to bed. “Goodnight, Evan.”

Yeah, Evan Buckley thinks, this is forever.

If there was one thing Edmundo Diaz knew to be absolutely true about Evan Buckley, it's that he was a very, very, very incredibly hard person to sleep in the same bed with. The snoring never bothered him, and whilst he wouldn’t openly admit it, neither did the 3am questions most of the time. The one thing that really bothered him? The incessant wriggling.

Eddie knew Buck couldn’t help it, he knew Buck was a very restless sleeper, but it was just infuriating when Eddie had just come off a 24 hour shift, with Buck might he add, and just wanted to sleep for the next 19 hours. Instead of having a peaceful sleep, Eddie was woken up several times by Buck’s incessant movement.

He didn’t let it bother him too much, however, for Buck usually went back to his own apartment after the two of them had spent the day asleep in Eddie’s bed. There was laundry, amongst other household chores, that needed to get done so Eddie was always incredibly grateful for a peaceful night's sleep.

So really, it only truly left Eddie feeling disconcerted when Buck stayed at his house the night before a 24 hour shift. Christopher had been dropped off at Abuela’s house and tucked into bed by Eddie for 8pm on the dot, so Eddie had been able to drop down into his bed with Buck at 10pm without worrying too much about his son. He had fallen asleep at 10:30pm, but by 11pm, however, he had been woken up twice.

“Alright Buck, there we go.” Eddie whispered, manoeuvring his partner's body into a safer sleeping position before going back to sleep. He was asleep for maybe 45 minutes before Buck kicked out again, waking Eddie up and resulting in a cushion or two being put in between them in the hopes it would alleviate it a little bit. “There we go, mi amor.” Eddie was a patient man, he truly was, but he would be lying through his teeth if he said that his patience wasn’t wearing thin a little bit.

Eddie was woken up one, two, three more times before his patience had worn thin enough to take more drastic measures. But he knew it wasn’t Buck’s fault at all, so Eddie just made sure the floor was cushioned enough to reduce the risks of serious injury should Buck fall off the bed before grabbing a spare pillow and heading out to the couch in the hopes he would have a better sleep.

When morning came, however, and Buck woke up rather cheerfully, Eddie woke up more grumpy than usual with an incredibly stiff back. He was, also, adamant on not sharing the real reason he slept on the couch for fear of making Buck self-conscious so just settled with the excuse of not being able to fall asleep so instead Eddie ended up falling asleep in front of the television.

And if Buck didn’t believe him, well, that’s something he would never tell.

After everything he had been through in his short life, it really was not a surprise that Christopher Diaz had nightmares. It was hard on Buck to see a boy with such an immensely bright personality cry, but as his father, Eddie Diaz took it personally. Rational thinking Edmundo Diaz would know it was the trauma, but parent Edmundo Diaz who got up every time his child called out for him felt like he was the worst parent in the history of parents.

“Daddy!” Christopher’s voice echoed around the Diaz household, pulling both Buck and Eddie out of sleep. Buck sleepily checked the time on his phone, 1:00, whilst Eddie sighed a similar sigh of a broken man and went to comfort his child. And oh — if Eddie’s heart split into two pieces so painfully before, it had now. “I had a nightmare that you died because of the bad man and Buck drowned!”

“Oh Christopher.” Eddie sighed out, wrapping his arms around his sobbing child. The worst day of his life was when he believed that Christopher Diaz, his heart and soul and very reason for living, had been claimed by the tsunami that wrecked Los Angeles. And he knew that one of Buck’s, and Christopher’s by extension, worst days was when he was shot by a sniper at a call that station 118 was not even called out to. “Mi hijo, no matter what happens to us, me and Buck will always fight to come back home to you. And right now, we are safe. We are home. And you are safe.”

Eddie stayed until Christopher fell asleep. Every single night it happened, Eddie always reassured him the same way, tucked him back into bed, and stayed just until Christopher had fallen asleep once more.

It got onto the seventh day of nightmares when Eddie took the boy to a therapist. And individually, and a family, they worked through their traumas. And Christopher seemed like he was getting better.

Until, of course, four weeks after they started therapy.

“Daddy!” Christopher’s teary voice echoed around the house again, waking up both Buck and Eddie. Buck checked his phone, 1:00, whilst Eddie sighed and climbed out of bed to comfort his son. And oh — how it broke Eddie’s heart once more. He knew that the nightmares would not stop just because they had started therapy, but it had been three and a half weeks of no nightmares. “You and Buck died and so did mom.”

“I know mom is no longer with us, Christopher.” Eddie began, laying on his bed and letting his child get comfortable. This was going to be a long night, for all of them, and as much as Eddie wanted his son to be happy, he would never exchange all the moments he got to hold him; as though he was making up for lost time. “But she died with so much love in her heart for you. And you still have so much love in your heart for her and that’s why it hurts so much and that’s why you have bad dreams sometimes. But I am safe, and Buck is safe, and you are safe. And mom would say it is okay to use some of that love for someone else. Because mom would just want you to be loved, and she will never stop loving you.”

Christopher nodded, smiling sadly up at his dad. “So, I can use the love I have for mom for Buck? And she wouldn’t be upset, because my love is making someone else happy?”

“Yes, mi hijo.” Eddie pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead. It amazed him, sometimes, just how smart Christopher was, and just how much he understood things in his own individual way. “You can use as much of mom’s love on Buck as you want. And even if you didn’t use all of the leftover love, it would still make Buck the happiest. Now sleep, Chris. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Can you stay even when I fall asleep?” Christopher asked, his big brown eyes red from all the tears. And oh — how Eddie’s heart started healing itself at the look; a look he recognised well, from Shannon, and in recent months Buck, and he can’t help but wonder if Buck had picked up the Christopher Diaz puppy-dog eye special. “I know that you normally go after I fall asleep but I think I need you to stay all night tonight.”

“I am here until the sun rises, mi hijo.” Eddie promised, moving himself to get comfortable on the small bed before the two Diazes fell asleep. And well, if Evan Buckley slept on the floor of Christopher’s room all night, that’s something he would never tell.

Even if Edmundo Diaz knew that he had.

+1.

It had been the longest twenty-four hour shift in recorded history. Evan Buckley was almost positive of that fact. And every time he spoke it into existence over the past twenty-four hours, he was met with comments that 24 hours is still 24 hours, it does not change in length.

“‘M so tired.” Buck mumbled, leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder in the back of the truck. With eyes closed, he missed the looks his friends were shooting at each other, even if he could feel them practically burning into him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Eddie practically burned holes into Hen, and Chimney’s phone as they both took pictures. Whilst he was incredibly unsure what Hen was planning for hers, and (not that he would ever admit it) slightly terrified for Buck, Eddie was 110% sure that Chimney had sent his photo to Maddie. Either way, he would persuade one of them to send it to him; that was a lockscreen photo for sure. Eddie waited until the familiar sights of the firehouse before he pressed a soft kiss to his boyfriends sweaty head, “hey Buck. We’re back. Shifts over, come on.”

It took Buck a minute or two to get reacquainted with his bearings, and by that point Bobby, Hen and Chimney had already jumped out of the truck and into the locker room. As soon as he was fully aware, and Eddie was positive he wasn’t about to fall out the truck, the two men jumped out and ditched their turnouts, “ugh. I cannot wait to get home and sleep.” Buck grumbled, changing out of his department mandated uniform and into his civilian clothes before following Eddie out of the firehouse and into his truck.

“Chris is at Abuelas for the weekend.” Eddie grinned at his lover, turning the radio onto a quiet station before pulling out of the parking lot. Ordinarily Christopher being at Abuela’s would mean some incredibly hot, steamy sex for the duo but the rough twenty-four hour shift they had just pulled had other plans. “48 uninterrupted hours of junk food, shit telenovelas and all the sleep we could ask for lay ahead of us.”

The sleepy smile that Buck threw in Eddie’s direction was still bright enough to rival the force of the Sun, and it was a smile that one Edmundo Diaz could bathe in forever. It had felt like hours before they had reached the Diaz residence, both weekend bags forgotten in the trunk as they both stumbled up the pathway and into the house. Two showers and a very tasty order of Chinese takeout later, the two men collapsed into bed.

“You don’t have to sleep in the bed if you don’t think you want to, Eddie.” Buck’s voice was quiet but in the silence of the house, Eddie heard it all the same. He didn’t say anything, unaware that Buck was even aware of all the times he had slept somewhere else. “I know you’re still adjusting to someone else sleeping in the bed, and I know there was that time I was sick so really it was nobody’s fault, or the fact I ask stupid questions at 3am when I can’t sleep. Or I wriggle too much, or Chris has nightmares. I know about all of that. And, it’s okay.”

“Are you sick right now?” Eddie asked, and Buck blinked owlishly at him as he tried to process the question he had been asked. Eddie sighed, it wasn’t that Buck was entirely stupid, it’s just sometimes he could be a little bit stupid. And Eddie loved him for it, until it stopped the two of them from actually sleeping. “It’s a really easy yes or no question, Buck. Any fever? Nausea? Aches and pains? Sore throat? Headache? Stomach ache?”

“Eddie, stop it. We’re not at work, stop trying to diagnose me with anything.” Buck’s smile was fond, and he would be lying if it didn’t look like Eddie wanted to smack him a little bit right now. “I have a headache from lack of sleep and a stressful shift. I do not have any other symptoms. I am not sick.”

“Okay.” Eddie breathed out, pulling an incredibly confused Buck into his arms. “Now that we have come to the conclusion that you are very much hot, but not sick. Is Christopher here?”

Evan Buckley was getting more and more perplexed by the very second, “I really hope not. Otherwise we have just starved the poor kid. And completely ignored his existence which would actually break my poor heart if we had to look at him and apologise.”

“Exactly.” Eddie pressed an oh-so-tender kiss to Buck’s lips, who wasn’t entirely ungrateful, but he was still so confused. And wow — how Buck’s confused face had completely stormed its way into Eddie’s mind. “We have ruled out two potential reasons for me not sleeping in the bed right now. Now I don’t mind about you, but I am absolutely exhausted so can we please just go to sleep?”

Buck conceded, pulling the comforter over the two men with a content smile. Eddie was warm, and safe, and wow, Evan Buckley loved him very much. “I’m ready.” Came Eddie’s whisper, thirty minutes after they believed the other had fallen asleep. “I know that sometimes it will still feel weird sleeping next to you, or you’ll get sick, or you’ll wake me up to ask silly 3am questions, or you’ll move too much in your sleep or Chris will get nightmares. But I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” Buck really could not stop himself from asking this one question. Because, if you ask Evan Buckley how he was feeling in this very moment, he’d probably answer with: very tired, and even more confused. But if you asked one Edmundo Diaz how he was feeling in this very moment, he’d probably answer with: scared, but excited at the prospect of stepping into something so entirely amazing and life changing. And oh — how he was more than ready.

“What I’m saying is Buck.” Eddie paused, looking at the man before him with more love in his eyes than he’s positive Buck has ever been shown before. “I want to be there. When you can’t sleep, or you’re fidgeting in your sleep, or when you’re sick. And, I want you to be there when I’m feeling weird about anything, or when Chris has nightmares. I want you to be in our lives forever.”

“Are you-” Buck had to stop himself, tears threatening to spill from tired blue eyes at any second. He knew Eddie would be ready for marriage one day, he just didn’t realise it was going to be today. “Are you proposing?”

“No, not yet.” Eddie’s smile was soft, and oh — how hard Buck found it to be disappointed when the love of his life was smiling at him so fondly, and so in love. “What I’m saying is, I’d really like it if you would move in. I mean, you have waited and been patient and never complained when I slept in other places. I know we’ve been fielding questions for ever, and I know I wasn’t ready, but things are different now. And really, it’s the way you’ve been ready but you still waited for me. So please, move in with me?”

“If I say yes, can we finally go to sleep?” Buck asked, trying and failing to hold in the biggest yawn Eddie thinks he’s ever seen. And so, Eddie nods, and Buck says yes. And Eddie knows nothing will feel better than knowing he’ll wake up to Buck’s face in the morning, and the morning after that, and all the mornings.

Until, of course, they make it a forever thing.

(And they do. Eleven months, two weeks, and one day later.)

#eddie diaz x evan buckley #edmundo diaz x evan buckley #eddie x buck #edmundo diaz 911 #eddie diaz 911 #evan buckley 911 #buck 911 #buddie fluff #eddie x buck fluff #edmundo diaz x evan buckley fluff #911 fanfic #sunshine writes

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kevindavidday · 17 days

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jeremy so far has been the most avoidant pov in the world because what the hell are his issues? he's not even looking directly at them he's looking around them or focusing on everyone else's issues so he doesn't acknowledge his own

like with neil there was immediate acknowledgement with the memory of his mother's burning corpse but jeremy? nothing. is it parental issues? sibling issues? self issues? why was he in therapy? did he do something? did something happen to him? who knows? he does but he's not gonna look at all that when he can look at jean instead

jeremy is neil's 'i'm fine' personified times ten thousand he's so fine he doesn't even need to say it

#masterful writing on nora's part though because i'm intensely curious abt him #tsc spoilers #tsc #aftg #jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean #the sunshine court

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theidlespoon · 2 months

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writer culture is creating a sunshine character and then making them go through so much trauma that they're unrecognisable

#writing #golden retriever to black cat arc #writer culture #writing meme #writeblr #blorbo #sunshine character #characters #text post #textpost #shitpost #tumblr #humour #relatable #lmao #humor #funny #random thought #writers of tumblr

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youneedsomeprompts · 5 months

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~ BLACK CAT X GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY ~ OTP PROMPTS

requested by: @moondrop-gummies request: Can you do grumpy sunshine where she’s the grumpy but doesn’t believe she can be loved and he’s the sunshine who treats her like she’s the best thing in his life and they’re roommates? Thank you in advance! 🎀

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1: ~ GRUMPY X SUNSHINE ~ PROMPTS

grumpy being unable to accept anything kind that sunshine tries to do for them

sunshine just admiring anything grumpy does

sunshine staying at home despite being invited elsewhere just to spend more time with grumpy

sunshine doing the things around the house that grumpy dreads doing

grumpy being snarky about the nice things sunshine does but they both know grumpy is actually enjoying them

sunshine having endless patience with grumpy because they know/hope that they'll come around eventually

sunshine making sure to tell grumpy that they deserve the world

grumpy warming up to sunshine and being in a bright mood in sunshine's company

grumpy being patient with sunshine and listening to their long, colourful stories but that's the least they can do when sunshine does everything for them

grumpy's love language is telling sunshine that they deserve more (than grumpy could ever give them)

sunshine's love language is showering grumpy with affection until grumpy snaps

grumpy trying to push sunshine away to guard themselves from developing serious feelings

grumpy hyping sunshine up when they find out that sunshine has a crush, not knowing that it's them

^ and immediately changing course when they find out (because sunshine shouldn't throw their love away on someone as undeserving as grumpy)

sunshine not paying any mind to grumpy's self-depricating rants and just keeping up their high level of affection and warmth

grumpy being able to let their guard down and accept the love because of sunshine's unconditional and unwavering support

grumpy 'you're an idiot to choose me' & sunshine 'I would be that idiot in any universe and you love it'

grumpy being seriously worried about sunshine having developed feelings for grumpy ("you can't be sane. you should see a doctor.")

grumpy being the biggest sunshine stan but they adore them too much to be willing to expose them to the madness that means grumpy

sunshine doing everything with grumpy that want but nothing more and nothing less because they know how important it is to respect grumpy's boundaries

#black cat x golden retriever prompts #black cat x golden retriever #grumpy x sunshine prompts #grumpy x sunshine otp #grumpy x sunshine #writing prompts #prompt list #prompts #otp prompts #otp #fanfic prompts #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fluff prompts #setting prompts #scenario prompts #20 prompts

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ethereal-maniac · 3 months

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Sunshine Ghoulette on the far right on her tip toes so she can hold Mountain’s hand is so cute to me 🥹

#namelessghoulettes #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost band #so cuuute #i love her #mountain ghoul #tall boi #sunshine ghoulette #i write

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sunshinesdaydream · 3 months

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The Captain

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Rex meets the four year old daughter of the woman he met through Right to Love (@tcwmatchmakingau mentioned, but not part of) Warnings: None Word Count :1133 Graphic Header and Dividers by:@sunshinesdaydream (me)

Rex had let you go on about your daughter, Eryka. You had felt bad spending time on your dates going on about her. But he had encouraged it, asking about how she was doing. He remembered the things going on in her life just as he did yours.

“Mesh’la, I knew from the start you have Eryka. She’s part of your life, and since I hope to be too, I also hope to be part of hers,” he told you two weeks in.

About a month after you first met him through the Right to Love matchmaking service, you had decided that it was time for the two of them to meet.

Rather past time. The whole point in the matchmaking service was to find the right long term partner. So you asked him to meet the two of you for dinner. Unfortunately he was sent on an emergency deployment the next morning.

So you used the time he was gone to tell your four year old about Rex. Immediately it was the same thing the other way around. She had pouted when you had insisted she wait and meet him in person instead of over holocall. You also didn’t tell her that he agreed that they should wait for an in person introduction.

Now, when he was due to arrive any minute, you were just finishing her hair. “Mama? Can I call him Captain? Or do I call him Rex?”

“I think that is something you should ask him. But which would you be most okay with?” you ask.

“Captain. It's weird calling big people by their name unless I say mister first,” she answers, decisively.

“I’m sure he will think that’s absolutely fine then,” you assure her. “But you can ask to be sure,”

“Okay,” she answers. The chime sounded that he had gotten to your door and Eryka bolted out from under your hands faster than you could blink.

“Can I open it?” Her hand reaches for the panel by the door. “He is only kind of a stranger because you know him, Mama,”

“You can open the door for Rex, that’s fine,” you sigh.

With a grin she pushes the button and the door slid open. Face to face with each other they both pause. Then Rex took a knee, getting on her level.

“Hello, Eryka, it’s nice to finally meet you” he says, offering his hand.

You have to stifle a laugh when your precocious daughter responds in her best “tea party” manners. She reaches with her small hand to shake his and said, “Pleased to meet you sir, may I call you Captain?”

He gently takes her hand and shakes it. With a serious, but pleasant expression, he responds “If you would like,”

“Yes, please” She answers.

“When I was planetside on my last mission I found this in a shop. Thought you might like it,” Rex offers a white plush fathier.

With that she breaks character. Eryka’s eyes went wide and she gasps. With a bright smile, he sets the stuffed animal in her arms.

“Oh, thank you!” She squeals, hugging the toy close.

“You’re welcome,” Rex answers before getting to his feet. “And this is for your mom,” he hands you a small shimersilk pouch. Out of it tumbles a silvery charm bracelet with a crystal fathier charm.

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” you breathe as he helps you with the clasp on your wrist.

“Aren’t you going to give him a kiss, Mama? The princess in the stories gives the prince a kiss,” Eryka asks, causing both of you to freeze. This was not something that had occurred to either of you to discuss.

“Oh! You’re being shy!” She covers her face with the stuffed animal and spins around to face the other way. “‘Kay, not looking!” Her voice is muffled.

You bite your lip to prevent the giggle from escaping, and it was clear Rex was restraining his own laugh. You go up on your toes to give him a soft kiss. “Thank you, and welcome back,” you murmur.

Rex leans in and gives you a firmer, longer lasting kiss. “It’s good to be back, ner Cyare,” he answers.

Eryka clears her throat dramatically and Rex grins at you before doing the same and saying, “Right, are we ready to go?”

Over dinner the two of them ask all the questions they had asked you and more. By the time you were eating dessert he had learned everything about her preschool and she knew the names of his closest brothers and enough about boloball that she asked him to teach her.

As you made your way home Eryka was visibly wilting, swaying on her feet. You start to pick her up to carry her the rest of the way. But his hand is on your shoulder. “Allow me?” He asks.

You nod in response and he addresses Eryka. “Ad’ika, is it okay if I carry you home? You look very tired.”

She reaches up for him and he scoops her up. She immediately lays her head against him and you both thought she had passed out until she says, sleepily”Captain?”

“Yes, ad’ika?” He answers.

“What’s that word?” She mumbles.

“It means little one in mando’a, a language my brothers and I speak,” he explains.

Eryka’s head pops up immediately, clearly half asleep she says, “teach me, please?”

He laughs quietly, “of course, but another day,”

“Mmmkay,” she mumbles as she snuggled against him.

Rex then took your hand with his free one, lacing his fingers with yours, and continued back to your apartment in quiet conversation with you.

Once to your home he follows you to Eryka’s room. While you pulled a nightgown out of the drawer for her he laid her gently on her bed, cradling her head as if she was a newborn, and took her shoes off of her. When you pull her dress off he has her nightgown ready to go on over her head, disturbing her as little as possible. He waits next to you as you cover her with her blanket and quietly follows you out of the room.

When you both are away from the door to her room he pulls you into a tight embrace, pressing his face to your neck. You pull back just enough to capture his lips and give him a proper welcome home kiss.

“Will you stay tonight?” you ask him.

“Can’t, have a post mission inspection tomorrow morning,” he strokes your cheek while he answers. “If you both want to meet me in the park tomorrow afternoon,”

“We can make dinner after,” you continue, smiling up at him. “Maybe you can stay then?”

Cradling your face in his hands, he gives you a gentle kiss, “Sounds like a good plan,”

Thanks for reading!

☀️Love & Wrecker Hugs☀️

Sunshine

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#sunshine writes #mission: buir #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #star wars the clone wars #captain rex #clone captain rex #star wars clone wars #rex x reader #captain rex x reader #dad!clones

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sarcasticsunshine123 · 8 months

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omg,,,,,,,, au where ej goes travelling to find himself after the doc (and r*na never happens bc i dont do cheating) and he sends ricky postcards of the places he's been,,,,,, maybe ricky brings that up to ash and she says he's hardly been in contact,,,, maybe he gets more and more sentimental and evidently in-love the more he writes,,,,,,, maybe ricky wishes he could respond but knows he can't bc ej switched his phone number after hate from the doc and his locations only comes from places he's no longer in,,,,,,,, idk but there's something about ej going out of his way to find himself but still feeling a need to send proof of life home, and that home not being a place at all but one person who has been patiently waiting for him to come back, because he still has a place to come back to, no matter how far he goes idkidk

#does this even make sense djfjf #caswen #ej caswell #ricky bowen #rj #ricky x ej #ej x ricky #sunshine writes #sunshine rambles #something something think i know where you belong think i know its with meeeeeee #(not to get taylor swift all up in here but its what I thought of)

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sunshine-likes-drstone · 1 year

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May I offer you a SenHaku baby fic in these trying times? (Chapter 2!!)

AO3 • ff.net

Excerpt:

She scowled at him, then frowned again. “How is this supposed to work?” she asked as if to herself, eyeing her breasts and then the restless baby.

Senku shrugged. “I mean, I’ve read stuff, but I don’t have any practical experience with this.”

Kohaku made a face. “Some village women wanted to teach me things, but I didn’t think I’d ever have a kid, so I didn’t go.”

Senku snorted. “Well, we’re off to a great start, then.”

#senhaku #dr stone manga spoilers #sunshine writes

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litteral-sunshine-ao3 · 1 year

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Hello Tumblr! I'm a fanfic author on ao3 and I take requests here as well!

Find my ao3 account here:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/litteral_sunshine

...or simply search for litteral_sunshine on ao3.

I'm currently taking requests for the following fandoms:

-Empires SMP

-Hermitcraft

-the life series

-the magnus archives (as of right now only fluff/minimal angst/comfort, as I am unexpirienced and uncomfortable writing heavy horror)

As for rules, the same rules as before still apply: I'm uncomfortable writing explicit/nsfw fics, I do my best to respect cc's boundaries (I'm not always aware of everyone's boundaries, so if I ever cross any, please call me out), I will not write romantic shippings that would for whatever reason be illegal in canon (such as minor/adult or incest).

I am perfectly comfortable taking requests for writing characters with specific sets of pronouns or a particular body shape.

You can be as specific or as vague with your request as you want.

There a few fics and teasers on my blog here already. I haven't written a tma fic yet, but I've just finished s1 and I'm taking requests for it (I don't mind spoilers btw)

If you want to request something, leave a comment, send a dm or send an ask.

#fanfiction #ao3 #minecraft smps #hermitcraft #empires smp #life series #3rd life #last life #double life #limited life #tma #the magnus archives #sunshine writes

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simplyavatrice · 4 months

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"sorry, theological grandstanding just...really annoys me."

#sister beatrice #kristina tonteri-young #avatrice #warrior nun #warriornunedit #avatriceedit #sisterbeatriceedit #ktyedit #sometimes i think i post so much alba/ava content that it gets lost how much i love bea/kty #trust me #i fucking adore her #the character and the actress both #bea is so much fun to write #and kristina is just this beautiful ball of sunshine #anyway!#this to match the ava set <3 #myedits

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me-writes-prompts · 10 months

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-:Grumpy x sunshine dialogues & scenarios:-

(Honestly, just give me all the angst and the fluff. 1, 4, 7, 9, YESSSS, Tag me! :)

By @me-writes-prompts

Giving each other small smiles across the room.

Staring at the other, and then glancing away when they get caught.

Cute gifts as apologies after their 'silly' fights.

Repeatedly saying 'I love you' until the other one melts, and gives them a kiss.

Making heart eyes when the other is giving their best at something/ or even just talking in general (jslfhsljfs LOVEEEE)

"You're so cute when you try to keep a straight face even though you're obviously blushing."

"Don't be stubborn now, give me my goodbye kiss."

^^"Pretty please?"

Getting all shy from back-hugs or any type of touches

Grumbling for the other one to stop giving them too many kisses in front of everyone, but inevitably wanting more.

"You have a warm smile, makes me want to keep the world from seeing it." (AHHHHH!!!!)

"Did you steal my favorite hoodie again?" "Yeah. Not giving it back to you, it's my favorite now. Hehehe."

^^Acting mad but letting them get their way.

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deaddovedecadence · 27 days

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Title: First Meeting (The Sunshine Verse)

Summary: You come face to face with the leader of the Batclan mob

Warning(s): Possesive behavior, scarring, kidnapping

You don’t remember being drugged, you don’t remember losing track of Lyre, you don’t remember going anywhere and yet you’re here, stuck in an unfamiliar room, a chain on your ankle. You’re unsafe, you know this, and there’s nothing you can do about it. The room is clean, not a speck of dust anywhere, and it smells like lemons, not lemon scented cleaner but real, fresh lemons. You hate it. It's not your first time being kidnapped but usually you’re confined to a dark room or messy, dirty basements that make you want to throw up. This is your first time being kidnapped since joining the force (you had a really unique childhood okay) and you can’t help but wonder why you've been taken, if someone thinks you'll have real information for that.

Soft, well muffled sounds start up next to the door but quickly fade to silence. You hate it here, the thick silence, the not knowing where your best friend (brother) is, the chain that rests on your ankle. Speaking of the chain, you haven’t tried to walk yet and you can’t help but be curious. Slowly, carefully,, you get yourself out of bed and walk to one of the doors, letting it creak open. It;s only a bathroom. There’s one other door in the room and you’re pretty sure that you know where it leads. Out of here. You start walking towards that door but the chain stops you before you can get too close. Going back a few steps, you make a few loops in the area that seems safe and attempt to run towards the door. Immediately the chains are pulling you back and you slam to the floor. Well whoever has you certainly isn’t an idiot, which makes your job all that much harder.

Eventually you pull yourself off of the floor and crawl to the bed. As soon as you’ve arranged yourself in a manner that doesn’t hurt too much, you’re asleep.

“Lyre,” you call, listening to the echoing chirps of the birds, trying to ignore the sounds of “lyre, lyre, not lyre,” to themselves, loud as can be. It’s foggy out today, but not so much that you can’t see in front of you. The walk to work is weird without your best friend, but peaceful, even though the birds are chirping loudly, mocking birds calling Lyre’s name. As you’re approaching the police station, you note the crowd of people, how their murmurs grow and change. They’re all saying his name. You get closer and your best friend (brother) is just laying there, spread out on the pavement, his blood staining everything a terrible shade of red. You kneel down, staring at him. Lyre’s eyes are wide open, unseeing and you can’t help closing them. Your hands are red now.

You wake up screaming.

It takes a minute of blind panic for you to calm down and become aware of your surroundings again. You’re in the same room as yesterday and still sore as fuck. The only real change is that there’s a chair in the middle of the room, well more like a throne (you may or may not role your eyes) and a man sitting on the throne. He’s wearing a venetian carnival mask, black with a white bat around each eye. Every gothamite knows it as Sire’s mask.

You’ve been kidnapped by the fucking bats. Shit!

“May I help you?” You ask politely as you can manage. Sire’s mask, cold and porcelain keeps smiling,golden even as the man takes off his fucking mask. You’re going to die, you’re going to fucking die. You look down so you can’t see his face. The man sighs.

“You can look up. I have no plans to kill you. Rather I’d like to thank you. You took care of my son while he wouldn’t allow me to.” Now you’re confused. You chance a look up and meet the eyes of bruce fucking wayne, gotham’s biggest philanthropist. You don’t even know what to say, because the man who’s been credited for saving Gotham is the one keeping it in order as the cruelest man on the east coast. “I don’t understand Mr.Wayne. I don’t know any of your children.”

Bruce Wayne smiles faintly, “Not even Jason?” Every single person born and bred in Gotham knows the tragedy of Jason. It’s said that a mobster went after him and killed him, and in revenge Mr. Wayne swore to oust the mob from Gotham city. Knowing what you know now makes you wonder what really happened. “No offense but I’m pretty sure that Jason is dead.” Wayne laughs bitterly. “We thought so but when your friend Lyre had to go to the hospital,, my doctors found something pretty interesting. A blood match. Would you like to guess who exactly is the match” everything starts to fade out and go dizzy. You were the one that made Lyre go to the hospital because he’s always hated hospitals. “Was it Jason?”

“It was Jason.” Wayne unless his legs, neatly rearranging himself. “I’d like to tell you a story.” You shrug, looking away. “When my son was a child, he lived on the streets. One day I had a meeting in Crime alley and he was crazy enough to try and steal the tires off my car. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you. It’s so much like the Lyre you know that you know, mischievous and carefully reckless, always doing something that he shouldn’t be. What was real? “And when I came back to my car, there was this tiny vicious little boy fighting my guards and fucking winning. I’ve always been fond of stubbornness and there was something about Jason’s desperate desire to survive that stuck me so I brought him home with me. He’s been a member of the family ever since.”

When Wayne talks about Jason, you’re reminded of a Pet owner talking about their best show animal or something. He’s not talking about them like they’re humans but as if they’re prizes to be won. He sounds like a collector, marveling over his trophies. You can’t help but want to upset this man, can’t help but dislike him.

“If he was a member of your family, why did he leave you?” Maybe he’ll hurt you, maybe he’ll kill you but either way you’re going to mouth off for lyre. Wayne’s expression doesn’t even change. “I have six other children,” he explains, “and half of them have anger issues. Do you really think that you’re going to phase me?”

Your logical mind reminds you to be polite, your desire to live tells you to go apeshit. “That doesn’t answer my question,” you snap, ignoring his question all together. He doesn’t even blink. “Jason left because he didn’t agree with our methods. He did not understand the reasons I allowed my youngest to work in the basement at twelve nor did he appreciate our love. “ You’ve heard the stories from Lyre about his family, about the scars he carries from their love. Now that you've met Wayne you can’t help but wonder how many of those scars are physical. There’s a scars on Lyre’s back, tally marks, five of them to be exact. Are those from here? Are his tattoos from here?

“When do I get to see Lyre again?”

Wayne smiles Serenely, and for a moment he doesn’t look like a monster, instead he looks soft, and almost genuine. “When Jason calms down enough to be safe to be around again.” You tilt your head, wonder what he means and carefully do not ask. “Am I stuck in here permanently?” Wayne shakes his head politely. “No you’ll be coming to dinner tonight and Alfred will help you order anything that you might need.” That’s not what you mean. You want to go home. “Can I go home?” “This is your home.” You scoff and bear teeth. “My home is a little apartment by the wharf, not a mansion full of crazy people.”

Wayne’s smile turns sharp, vicious. “I’d like to remind you that your privileges hedge on your good behavior. It’d be very easy to lock you away until you’re feeling more polite.” You get the feeling that wayne isn’t making a threat. He’s making a promise.

#yandere #platonic yandere #yandere writing prompts #yandere platonic #yandere batfamily #batboy tag #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere bruce wayne #yandere x reader #the sunshine verse

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