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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

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I’ve love you three summers now (but I want them all) 1/1 chapters | 3.7k | complete | teen and up

“Wow. So you and Buck are…?” He trails off. And that. That is the comment that causes Eddie’s face to turn bright red. He knows how his spiel sounded, knows what Michael is implying.

“We’re uh,” he clears his throat, “We’re just friends. He has a girlfriend.”

Michael hums, tilts his head a bit, and then says, “but is that all you want to be?”

free of any eden we can name 1/1 chapters | 13.6k | complete | teen and up

“I’m going to go clean up the kitchen, you guys can open your presents without me,” Chris says, just a little too innocently for Eddie’s tastes.

“Are you sure? I’m the one who made the mess, I can help you,” Buck offers.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, I want to do something nice for you and Dad. Open your presents,” and then Christopher is gone, off in the kitchen with all the dishes, and Eddie is left staring at Buck, two presents and two cards taunting him from the table.

so near is love, so far away the losing strife of yesterday 1/1 chapters | 4.2k | complete | teen and up

The first time Eddie thinks about the dog tags after that day is when his morning has gone to absolute shit.

the abysmal kind of love 2/2 chapters | 16.2k | complete | teen and up

They haven’t been able to sleep since Buck started spending nights at the loft again. He tries to blame it on getting used to sleeping next to a warm body that isn’t there anymore, but if he’s being honest, it’s because the house just feels emptier. It’s a tangible feeling, like Eddie can reach out and grab the nothing that’s there.

might be leaving you in the dark 1/1 chapters | 793 | complete | general audiences

The stillness is unnatural. Even when he had been recovering from the truck bombing, a part of Buck was always moving. That constant presence, that steady glare of movement, was gone now, leaving behind only dull tranquility in its place.

with lightning reaching out to touch the earth 1/1 chapters | 1.8k | complete | general audiences

“He loves you, Eddie, probably more than anyone else,” he soothes. He doesn’t want Eddie to regret anything if Buck never wakes up. “On some level, he knows you love him, too,” Bobby places a firm hand on Eddie’s shoulder and leaves.

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bberry005

ready for the trinity santos and dennis whitaker bestfriendship of all time on levels that no one else can comprehend. i need them to walk into the next season arguing about how trinity broke the coffee machine in the one singular way where it's unfixable. need dennis to talk about how someone tried to break into the apartment and trinity broke their arm in five places. they watch shitty medical dramas together and get genuinely angry at inaccuracies and use said inaccuracies to quiz each other. trinity took no less than 100 pictures on dennis's residency match day. dennis tells trinity that he's survived multiple tornadoes and her only reaction was calling him a loser because he's never been stormchasing. this isn't even all the thoughts i've had and i finished the finale 15 minutes ago

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faramirsonofgondor

imagine your a firefighter in LA in the 911verse. you hear about some guy getting impaled through the head with rebar and surviving: the guy is a firefighter. you think “woah what a coincidence”. you see on the news a firefighter getting stabbed and a woman getting kidnapped. it’s the same guy as before. you see on the news a fire truck getting blown up, and a firefighter getting crushed by it. at least it’s a new guy this time. it’s the same station as the guy before. that’s a little strange, isn’t it? he makes a miraculous recovery. a year later you hear about a man saving people during a tsunami. it’s the same fucking guy. you see on the news a firefighter getting trapped in a well, and another firefighter clawing at dirt. the firefighter looks familiar. it’s the same. fucking. guy. whatever, there’s plenty of coincidences, right? a year later you see your colleagues getting shot on TV, one face looks a little familiar, but you don’t place it until after the shooter is caught. it’s the fucking guy who was stuck in the well. this is getting a bit ridiculous now, isn’t it? you hear on the news that a firefighter got caught killing people on purpose, and that is was solved by two other firefighters. you beg, you plead, you pray to the TV gods that it’s somebody new, some other station. it’s not. when you hear about a firefighter being struck by lightning at a scene, you have a fleeting moment of hope where you believe it might someone else. you punch a hole through your TV as soon as his face shows up. you don’t replace your TV. you go to a poker game with your boss, hoping to find some solace in this horrible, hopeless world you’ve found yourself in. you see them and nearly the flip the table. you don’t follow the news anymore, you don’t go anywhere besides work, paranoid that they will appear suddenly. you get a call about a bridge collapse. you quit your job as you as you get to the scene. you go on a cruise. you meet another man who says he’s also a firefighter. you ask him what station he works for (it’s only the polite thing to do). you run away and stay in your cabin. the boat fucking capsizes. a helicopter descends from the sky, and you want to feel relief, but all you feel is horrible, all consuming dread. a hand reaches out to pull you up, you grab it, unthinking, and look up to see who’s rescued you. you let go.