this whole thing between us @hawkslonggoodbye - Tumblr Blog

Fic Masterlist/Pinned Post

Feels like it's finally time for this! Hi, I'm Molls because I made a joke on reddit almost a decade ago, and because I'm shy about sharing my extremely common name. My AO3 handle is thelonggoodbye. Here's a quick tour through my 911 fics.

Also, I am shy and awful at starting conversations, but my dms are always open if anyone ever wants to talk fic/show stuff!

#buddie fic #my fic #genuinely the amount of time i have been meaning to make this is. embarrassing #but here we are!#never too late to plop like 20 fics in a single post and send it out into the void

autistobrat

scientists are experimenting on cross-breeding a crab and a cheetah; things could go sideways real fast

#text #q

petaltexturedskies

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

#poetry #q

questions-about-blorbos

Reblog if it’s okay for people to inbox you questions, headcanon, theories, anything about your Blorbo

#yeah i love talking about them :)#the brain is focused the brain is locked in there's always a little part of me thinking about eddie diaz #q

eddiesilverstar

She's in a coma, Buck. She's not gonna know I'm there. We don't know that.

#ow!!!#it should be illegal to hurt me like this #911 s6 #911 s9 #parallels #buck #harry #q

minalover

teaser tuesday

using my mid-week day off to actually write?? at least a little? thank you @hawkslonggoodbye for the ghost tag <3

something something the dashboard asked for eddie in a crop top, so here's the first 600 words

---

For what it's worth, Buck's blaming May for this. Completely and whole-heartedly.

It's her fault for throwing her end-of-the-semester party at the country western bar that opened a few months ago that she's been dying to go to and it's her fault that she practically begged everyone to dress in theme. It's her fault that Buck outed himself (again) and his fruitless, long-term, definitely unrequited crush on Eddie at Bachelor-turned-Love Island night last week, and it's especially her fault that Buck's learning—for the first time—what his best friend looks like in...

Whatever.

…

Okay, so maybe none of that is actually her fault. Maybe it's mostly Buck's fault. Maybe he felt safe with May, talking about this bottle of feelings that's been shaken so many times he's surprised it hasn't exploded already. Maybe she loves him in spite of it. Maybe because of it.

And hey, maybe Eddie's just being a good friend, showing up to support May.

In his boots and—

Buck sighs, long and deep, determinedly looking back at the bar and the beers on tap. The round, oblong, and frankly far-too-phallic-for-Buck's-fragile-mental-state beer pulls stare back at him. He can feel Eddie approach from behind him, like he's got on a pair of jangly spurs that only Buck can hear, but it's more likely to be because Eddie'd have to pass the bar to get to the table where May is cheering Eddie! Eddieeeeeeeeeeeee! really, really loudly.

He's pretty sure the spurs aren't real, but the distinct clack of cowboy boots are, getting louder as Eddie gets closer, and Buck, for reasons he will not be disclosing, is pressing his fingertips into the bar top with hydrolic intensity. In fact, as Eddie slides up next to him, Buck's pretty sure he can hear the wood of the bar crack beneath his hands.

"Hey," Eddie says, knocking his hip into Buck's, "grab me something?"

Buck mumbles, "Sure thing," before Eddie knocks his hip again and moves away. By the time the spurs stop jingling, Buck takes a glance down at the bar top.

No holes or cracks in sight. How about that?

He looks across to the bottles on the shelf, knowing he doesn't actually want any of it, and goes back to the beers on tap. His eyes scan up and down and down again and around and mostly it's a distraction to get his breathing back on track because Eddie's… he'd…

He'd shown up in theme, all right.

Buck's seen Eddie in all kinds of situations and scenarios. Covered in his own blood? Check. Covered in someone else's blood? Check. Drunk, disorderly, and pink as a tomato? Absolutely. Chocolate sauce on his cheek, toothpaste on his shirt, sweat on his forehead, sleep-rumpled and exhausted in the middle of the night, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed first thing in the morning, he's seen it all.

Except when his eyes moved from the bar to the front door of Boot Scoot, in a way that he himself can neither describe nor explain, he'd never seen Eddie quite like this. On his head, a broad, white Stetson, fitting perfectly on his head and probably just as well in his hand. On his feet, a pair of red cowboy boots with intricate white stitching, pointed at the toe. His jeans were Wranglers, a mid-range wash with a belt buckle that could give someone a concussion, and Buck would bet all the money in his pockets that Eddie's ass looked plump like an apple.

But none of that, none, measured up to the…

Well.

How do we put this.

"Hey, Diaz!" Josh yells from the table, far enough away that he ends up announcing it to the whole side of the bar. "Save some skin for the rest of us, why don't you?"

Buck can hear Hen and Karen laugh loudly and Buck's fingers go back to doing something to the bar top he hopes doesn't cause permanent damage.

"Hi, a Corona with lime and whatever pilsner you have on tap, thanks."

#yay more slutty eddie outfits forever please

lestatfag

STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]

#pride

zinnydark

The Sweetest Medicine

911, Buck/Eddie, Teen, 3.6k

Buck takes care of Eddie. Who's been stabbed, did you hear?

“So you’re gonna, what, stand there and watch?” Buck’s eyes flick back up to Eddie’s face, where his eyes are still shut in concentration. Not that there’s anything wrong with checking out your friend’s abs. Especially if that's where he's just been stabbed. “Yeah. I'm really looking forward to the part where you try to bend over and get a good look at everything.” Eddie’s jaw tics again as they fall back into their stalemate. But it doesn’t take long for Eddie to open his big, pleading eyes and unleash them Buck’s way. “Fine.”

AO3 tags: Injury Recovery, Scars, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied Panic Attacks, Content Warnings Aside This Is Ultimately Fluffy, First Kiss, Getting Together

Tags Not On AO3: Platonically Putting Your Mouth All Over Your BoyBestie's Body To Quiet The Noise In Your Head, That's A Thing Rigth?, Buck Buckley Sure Thinks So

#this is so good!!!!!!#stop what you're doing and hop on this #sweet and tender and achey and hot and even funny to boot #she's got it all folks #buddie fic rec #friend fic

manuscript monday

Thank you @iwasraisedfromperdition and @sinnabonka for the tags! Here's some more of my eddievator fic

“You want me to be the hospital vampire,” Harry says. “Be your own personal blood bank.”

“Hurry,” Buck says. “When you’ve got it, call me back. I’ll talk you through getting onto the elevator.”

“Lucky,” Eddie murmurs.

“What?” Buck asks. He leaves his phone on the floor and goes back to pushing on Eddie’s wound with both hands. One wasn’t enough, he thinks, not to contain the amount of blood Eddie is losing. He’ll need to rest his phone on Eddie’s chest to talk Harry through what he’ll have to do. He can’t risk taking his hands away from Eddie.

“I’m lucky,” Eddie says.

“You got stabbed,” Buck points out.

“I’ve got you.” Eddie’s eyes flutter closed again. “Harry’s coming. And you trained him, which means he’s the best probie in the LAFD.”

“He—”

Eddie cuts him off, “Take the compliment. Might be the last nice thing I ever say to you.”

“Don't,” Buck says, his voice wretched and awful. He presses on Eddie's wound even harder, as if he can make Eddie hold on with the force of his need.

Buck has always been too much, has always begged the people around him for far more than they can give.

“I'll be okay,” Eddie says. “You're here.”

Buck appreciates the vote of confidence, but he's not a miracle worker. He's had far too many people die on his watch. Eddie will be the last on a long list. Maybe he should get a notebook like Bobby's.

It's been a long time since Buck thought about that notebook. He wishes he hadn't now.

Because he's saved a lot of people too. But do any of them matter if he can't save Eddie?

Tagging @exhausteddiaz @heyyoubuckaroo @sintari and I was gonna tag @zinnydark but a little birdie told me that might not be necessary. Also tagging anyone else who wants to share something! If you say I tagged you, I'll back you up :)

#molls writes #tag game

buddiesblr

what if buck and eddie met in peru (x.)

#yeah I'll buy into this #buddie #q

iwasraisedfromperdition

manuscript monday

i have been tagged so many times and i love you all, thank you @sunflowerbuckleys, @zinnydark, @exhausteddiaz, @zinnydark AGAIN mwah and @sinnabonka !!

i haven't been writing much since the elevator fic bc no idea seems to stick but once again! forcing myself to sit down and try to write something!!

so anyway. i was listening to some 80s springsteen,

“Up next,” the MC cuts in, his falsely cheerful voice saturating the speakers to be heard over the ever-growing noise of the place, “uh, Eddie, with some Springsteen. Give it up for Eddie!” The crowd erupts in encouraging claps, while Eddie hangs his head with a sigh before slowly pushing himself up and out of their booth. “That one?” He shakes his head at Chimney. “You picked that one? Chim, I can’t pull off the Boss.” “Not like this, you can’t,” Ravi cuts in, waving Eddie over. Buck watches as Eddie complies by taking a careful step forward, albeit with a deeply suspicious frown. Ravi grips his wrist and rolls up one of Eddie’s sleeves, then the other one, and Buck watches Eddie snort lightly as he sways with every pull at his arms. He definitely is a little drunk, Buck decides. Meanwhile, Ravi contemplates his handiwork for a second, head titled, before he tugs Eddie forward and undoes the top buttons of his shirt with frankly impressive speed, smooth enough to get two and almost a third. Eddie pulls back with a laugh, his reflexes clearly slowed, then dips his chin to stare at his own uncovered chest. There’s a sheen of sweat in the hollow of his throat, down his sternum where dark hair dusts the skin and spreads out over his chest, disappearing in the shadow of his shirt. It was a hot day, it makes sense for Eddie to forego the undershirt, although it must be a little uncomfortable. Buck’s pretty sure he's always worn one under button-ups, but maybe it was just out of habit—and really that’s the only train of thought Buck’s currently allowing himself to follow. The pros and cons. Of undershirts. He’s having a hard time finding pros right now. “Oh, come on,” Eddie shakes his head, but doesn’t make a move to redo them. He actually pulls the half-undone one open with a swift move of his fingers. Buck's throat grates like sandpaper when he swallows. “Hey, be grateful I didn’t rip the sleeves off,” Ravi shrugs. “That’s how ‘the Boss’—” Ravi mocks with an exaggerated rasp in his voice, “—wears it.”

tagging some lovely people and anyone who feels like it 🥰 @eddieeddieeddieee @tweetsongs @redrosydiaz @pairofraggedclaws @hawkslonggoodbye and the people who tagged me originally bc all your wips are MWAH chef's kiss

#prev #what a way to intro a fic but I can't say you're wrong #friend fic #very excited to hear you're writing :)