#firemedics

[fyrewalks]

“do you have an opinion on air mattresses,” buck asks, chin dropped down on his chest, eyes still trained on his phone, and his feet stretched out on eddie’s lap on the other end of the couch. it’s been a minute since he’s been at the diaz house. and by a minute, he means three whole days. it’s just odd, is all, that they’re recent hang outs have been at his place rather than here. generally, it’s the other way around. not that he’s complaining. anytime, anywhere with the diazes is his favorite place to be. nailing cap’s lasagna was a definite plus. “so chris has something to sleep on in case he wants to stay over,” he elaborates, dropping his phone and tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. “kinda don’t want a new couch.” while the air mattresses that have occupied the loft haven’t come attached to girlfriends, they have all belonged to other people. it’s past time he invests in one for himself. // @firemedics 

[inmydrcams]

may 🧡 @firemedics​

          ❝ Anyway, Taylor Swift? Yey or nay? You’re not gonna tell me you’re too old to know about her, right? Or that you’ve never turned on the radio in the car. We’re in LA, that’s just unrealistic. ❞

[conquerloved]

as  a  student  greeter  becky  is  always  first  to  know  of  new  students  at  degrassi  ,  and  she  had  been  told  she'd  be  showing  around  a  new  guy  arriving  today  .  all  she  was  told  was  his  name  ,  but  nonetheless  she  has  a  welcome  packet  ready  for  him  ;  inside  contains  some  school  stickers  ,  a  pen  ,  a  school  map  ,  his  schedule  ,  and  a  planner  .  '  hi  ,  i'm  becky  baker  ,  i'll  be  showing  you  around  .  '  she  smiles  brightly  ,  holding  out  her  hand  as  the  other  steps  out  of  simpson's  office  .  '  do  you  prefer  edmundo  or  eddie  ?  '

[rv118a]

❛  well,  i  mean  .  .  .  that  DEPENDS.  possession  can  last  anywhere  from  a  few  MINUTES  to  a  few  MONTHS  ——  it’s  not  really  as  CUT  &  DRY  as  the  exorcist  makes  it  seem.  actually,  A  LOT  of  what  you  see  in  the  movies  is  WRONG.  why  ?  what’s  up  ?  ❜

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓  :  @firemedics​  //  𝐉𝐎𝐁  :  starter  call

[defectiveparts]

@firemedics​  /  liked.

          he’d only been gone for like, ten minutes. tops. just long enough to throw the washed clothes into the dryer and to lay the now clean ones flat to fold later. but when he’d made his way back to eddie’s bedroom to offer help in getting up and possibly moving to the living room, he’d been.. well, not surprised, not really. but still. his stubborn best friend  (  and people got onto him after his surgery  )  really had no business being up and moving around on his own, when buck was there for a damn reason. after the hit and miss in the bedroom, feet carry him to the living room, where he finds said best friend glaring at the couch like it’s personally offended him and his abuela.   “jeez, what’d the couch do to you?”   he’s not going to mention the fact that eddie wasn’t even supposed to be standing too long, thank you very much, buck knew when to pick his battles.

[infiniitefrequency-a]

@firemedics​

It was legend. It was a tale told by the ages. Everyone was ready, the feud was on.

The annual Officers versus Firefighters baseball game. 

Blood would be shed, beers would be drank. All in all a good time. Mike was usually not available for it, working a double, or doing physio, but the smack talk was big this year, so he made sure to be present. Ball cap on backwards, Blue work tee, sipping on a beer as he leaned on the fence.

“Choke! I bet you can’t even fireman’s carry a cat out of a tree!”

[fyrewalks]

“ the door's always open, you know that. “ // @firemedics

“yeah,” chim says. he knows - except, showing up with a  near 1-year old with barely ten minutes heads up isn’t exactly the same. still, he’s grateful for eddie’s easy smile. “which is why i come bearing  the world’s cutest baby and lunch.” he figured it was better to not show up empty handed, even knowing eddie would’ve been perfectly contented with jee-yun for company. “still not sure i trust your cooking,” he adds. it’s why he came over - the joking, the easy conversations. he’s spent too much of the morning and part of last night contemplating that one of their co-workers might be a murder. he needs a break. 

chim intends to hand over the bag of food tightly clutched in his fingers to make the procession into the house easier, but jee is already leaning away from his hip, big doe eyes fixed at eddie. “yeah, yeah. eddie’s your favorite uncle, huh,” he says to jee-yun, shifting so eddie can grab her. smile fond, he watches eddie settle jee on his hip before following them into the house. “we should send buck a picture, he’ll be jealous. he keeps trying to beat albert out for best uncle, but come, you totally got them both beat.”

[fyrewalks]

“  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” // @firemedics

He's not sure what makes this different. Besides the obvious at least, that this -falling asleep hip to shoulder, heads inclined towards each other with a thick quilt from Abuela draped scross their laps -hasn't happened in some time. But even while true, Buck knows he can't blame the current infrequency of their typical hangouts for the sudden strangeness, for why he slipped away from Eddie’s sleeping form to solitude on the back porch. Too much has gone unsaid.

He holds up his phone, just high enough for Eddie to see as he joins Buck on the back porch. "Couldn't sleep," Buck adds. Which is also true. Despite his recent endeavors, intense workouts paired with healthier eating and cutting out drinking entirely, he's less settled than ever, his sleep more variable. "Didn't want to wake you." The cowardly part of Buck had wanted to slip out, if only to avoid this. The interrogation, the staring.