#fireswarred

[buhkleyx]

       ‘  hi.  ’   she’s almost  struggling  to contain the excitement, left leg jiggling a little as she leans in a little conspiratorially, hands clutching her purse.   ‘  is the new coffeemaker still here ?  ’       /     @fireswarred​

[erorred]

        ‘  eddie.  ’   a soft knock raps against the door frame,  eyes bright as she’s already sticking her head through the door.  socked toes curl against the floor as she waits a moment, and then, a little louder,    ‘  ed.  you awake ?  ’       /       @fireswarred

[fyrewalks]

his head throbs. buck knows it’s nothing beyond a bruise; the doctors cleared him, lungs and scans normal. there’s nothing to be concerned about, but he also coughed up blood once after a cramp in his calf he stubbornly ignored. between the job and endless searches on webmed, he knows a million ways it could be worse.

buck shifts carefully till he’s sitting up and reaches over to shake eddie awake. it’s childish and yet, “eddie, i don’t feel good.”

“i think...” but instead of mentioning his head comes: “i think my parents felt guilty. for not loving me. and instead of trying they just did the things that looked right because the whispers and gossip were worse. the stupid trust fund i couldn’t even touch till i was 25. ice cream every time i got hurt.” he lists it off, voice hollow. “it-it’s like they were trying to show everybody else i was wanted. and it just...” he shakes his head, shoulders hunched. “even that stopped too. as i got older. after all the lawyers and shit with my uncle... they just stopped. stopped trying. no matter what i did.”

he sucks in a breath. he doesn’t want to cry. not over them, not anymore. “i tried looking it up, you know. bone marrow transplants. with babies. there’s nothing, eddie. nothing. except this old new york times article. from 1991. it was the first time a family had gone public about having a donor baby. do you think my parents saw it?” he doesn’t expect an answer, at least not one eddie can give, but it weighs on him all the same. // post ep starter for @fireswarred​

[apairofdimes]

Disasters such as these were not uncommon in the world, especially in big cities like this one. Though, this was definitely the first one that Mia had experienced, and survived. Things were only now starting to settle down, the morning after. People were cleaning up the rubble and searching for lost, missing loved ones as well as trying to find the cause of such a horrific event. Who could have done this? And why?

Vanessa Oliviera did not have many friends, that much was true. She was driven and did whatever it took to do what was right, no matter the stakes. Mia had experienced that first hand. She knew that they weren’t the closest, and Vanessa’s disdain for her had been quite public for many years, but now? Things had only just been beginning to change, and now Mia wasn’t sure if this woman was going to make it to tomorrow.

“‘I know I’m the last person you probably want to see right now.” Eddie was not only Aspen’s friend, but Vanessa’s as well-- two people who were very much NOT her fans. Mia couldn’t imagine Eddie, by proxy, was much of one either.

“But I need to know-- is she going to make it? The last I saw she was--” The images of Vanessa were still fresh in her mind. Mia wasn’t sure they would ever stop haunting her.. and maybe they shouldn’t. Maybe Mia deserved this.

“Whatever it costs-- I’ll cover it. That doesn’t matter. Is she alright? Please. I need to know.”

@fireswarred​

[pulchramortis]

@fireswarred​ said  :   “ yes, you’re very smart. shut up. ”      /    princess bride sentence starters .

“ sorry, I didn’t hear anything after you’re very smart. ”

it’s a special kind of satisfaction, being right, especially when it means that the guys are wrong. marjan could lie and say she’s trying not to crow about it, but... well. she’s not a dishonest person. mateo looks thoroughly put out, bottom lip sticking out as he hunches over the hubcap he’s buffing to a shine, and paul’s already rolled his eyes and wandered off to double check his gear. unlucky for eddie, he’s the only one still around to take the brunt of her smugness.  “ don’t be bitter just ‘cause you boys didn’t think you had to check if it was structurally sound before you charged in and ended up flat on your asses. that ain’t my fault. ”  she punctuates her teasing with a gentle poke to eddie’s cheek and a laugh, nose scrunching. 

[liightningchosen]

@bardbattled asked:   🍓 for whoever’s the 5th post on your dash right now !

that’s @astcriism right at the moment !!!

i haven’t been following for long, but watching you write with @fireswarred has made me grin and cry and all in between. (sidenote ric ur great too ilu). you have so many amazing muses and write them all so well, and i’m honestly so glad we’re following each other because i need more people to fuel me into watching 911 even though i know i’m just gonna cry. you’re amazing to have on my dash, and thank you for being so positive and amazing at writing! also if you keep breaking my heart i will cry but i don’t think that’s a good threat.

[leadfire]

@fireswarred​ asked:  “ you’re more like family to me than my own blood. ” from here.

HEAVY STATEMENT.  ONE THAT CAUSES A TIGHTNESS TO FORM IN BOBBY’S CHEST.  IF HE’S HONEST WITH HIMSELF, NASH FEELS THE   same   way.   even   when   he’d   kept   part   of   himself   secret.  𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴   𝘩𝘦   𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥   𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩   𝘩𝘪𝘮.  this   job,   the   118,    they   are   bobby’s   family.   just   as   much   as   the   grant-nash   family.   so   after   a   moment   of   composure,   the   man   smiles.

“i’ve   always   been   a   firm   believe   that   you   can   𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊   your   family.   and   your   home.   it’s   where   your   heart   is   at.”

[erorred]

          (  imessage  :  ed  )  you're mold.  i may or maynot have puked blood this morning.

   @fireswarred   [  accepting.  ]   –––––––   tfln from sofa