#herogrant

[protecthailmary]

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[glaamdring]

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE~

may i request buddie and 23 👀

okay so i know we’ve all probably read ten thousand variations of this concept now but it refused to leave my brain. I also originally had a completely different idea for this prompt but-

(ao3)

“A firefighter is down!”

The words echo in Buck’s ears as his pounding head tries to make sense of the scene around him. Of the screams and cries that sound so far away compared to the ringing beneath his skull; of the cold, hard pavement pressed up against his chest; of the weight on his back, holding him in place as he struggles to move.

“A firefighter is down!”

A trickle of something warm runs down his forehead, into his eyebrows. When he reaches up to touch it, his fingertips come away red. His palms are, too; scraped raw from their impact with the asphalt. 

Why is he bleeding?

What is he doing on the ground?

He struggles against the arm thrown over his back, pinning him down. Tries to place those battered hands beneath him and push himself up, but the weight on top of him keeps him in place. The voice that it belongs to speaks to him, but he can’t strain to hear it underneath the chaos in his mind. 

“A firefighter is down!”

The phrase slowly starts to register as he mulls it over again and again. Somebody’s hurt -is it him? 

No. Other than a scrape on his forehead and an ache behind his eyelids, he feels fine. But when he shifts his head to the left, directs his gaze underneath the truck they’ve sheltered themselves behind, he sees a figure lying there, motionless. That form is so familiar; the hands that lay palm up, twitching, are ones he’s worked with before. Ones that he’s pressed a cool bottle of beer from his own fridge into. Ones that held his in one of the worst moments of his life, and pulled him to safety.

“A firefighter-”

-Eddie.

Oh god, it’s Eddie.

It all comes rushing back suddenly, all at once. The call, the kid. His conversation with Eddie being interrupted by the unmistakable sound of shots ringing out. The way the captain of the 133 had grabbed him and pulled him to safety, but not before he caught a glimpse of Eddie falling to the ground as the bullet pierced his chest. 

The panic that overtakes him as the memories flash through his mind is all encompassing. It lodges a lump so deep in his throat that he can barely choke out a breath around it, each inhale ragged and painful as it strains to reach his lungs beneath the weight of his body still pressed against the pavement. 

But he can’t stay put. He has to get to Eddie. 

He finally wrenches himself from the captain’s grasp, rushing towards Eddie on his hands and knees despite the shouts of protest. He all but collapses next to him, frantically reaching out to check his pulse, all the while taking in the sight of him, and Buck can’t help but feel as if he’s had this nightmare before.

Eddie’s skin is pale; eyes glassy as he blinks up at him. His skin is cold to the touch, the warmth seeping out of it with each moment Buck’s fingertips linger on his neck. He looks confused, and distraught, and so damn terrified that Buck would do anything to go back to the moments when an incident like this was nothing but a horrible, far-off possibility. 

“Buck?” Eddie chokes out, the sound quiet and wet.

“I’m here, Eddie,” Buck says tearfully. “I’m right here. Just stay still.”

He reaches a hand out to Eddie’s chest, where he saw the bullet make its impact, horrified at the amount of bright red that shines on it when he pulls back. “Oh god,” he sobs. “I have to stop the bleeding, Eddie, I can’t-”

“Bleeding?” Eddie scowls, lifting his head slightly. “Buck, what- I don’t-” His eyes widen, filling with tears as he catches sight of the blood pooling on his chest. “Fuck,” is all he says, dropping his head back down, and Buck might almost find it comical how very Eddie the reaction was had they been in a different situation. 

“You’re going to be okay,” he says, and desperately hopes that it’s true. “I just- I have to-” God, he can’t think. Why can’t he think? Years of experience in the field and yet-

Eddie’s right hand twitches again, like he’s trying to reach out but can’t quite muster up the energy. Buck takes it in his free one, pressing the familiar skin to his own torn-up palm, finding that the sting doesn’t matter as long as he gets to keep Eddie in his grasp. 

“Listen to me,” Eddie rasps, voice thick. “Chris- I need you to look after him.”

“I will,” Buck promises. “Until you’re all better, Eds, I’ll be there.” And after that, too. 

A ghost of a smile crosses over Eddie’s face, and Buck hopes that the gods he’s always been doubtful of don’t hold it against him when he prays he’ll get to see it brighten again.

“What did we ever do to deserve you, huh?” Eddie asks, gazing up from under hooded eyes. “You always- you do...so much.”

Buck's eyes fill with tears as squeezes Eddie’s hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss against the back; the only part of his body that Buck can reach without fear of damaging. 

“Well,” he says. “You’ll have lots of time to make it up to me.”

Eddie simply smiles again. Doesn’t agree -doesn’t promise. Just stares at him with that familiar, kind gaze until his eyelids slip closed without warning, making Buck’s skin go cold.

“Hey, no. Eddie- Eddie!”

His eyes don’t snap back open like Buck so miserably pleads that they will. He stays still. Unmoving. A stark contrast to the way Buck’s body trembles from where he kneels beside him. 

He vaguely registers the shouts being tossed over his head, and the sirens approaching from the distance, but it all feels far, far away. 

Right here, right now, all that exists is them; Eddie, lying motionless beneath him as Buck tries to keep the cold, unforgiving concrete from seeping up too much of his blood, and desperately hopes that wasn’t their final goodbye.

[nymika-arts]

tell me about breakup rn 🔫

lmao that one is actually exactly what it sounds like; buck and eddie are together, but it’s not all smooth sailing and they break up >:) 

the idea actually came from this one lil snippet i wrote a long time ago that didn’t belong to anything until now:

“You don’t mean that.”

He didn’t. He meant I love you. He meant I need you. He meant please stay with me. 

“Yeah I do,” Eddie said.

it’s mostly just an excuse for me to write an angsty break up scene and then an equally angsty getting back together scene ✨

[loverboyroz]

💕 get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!! 🥺🌼💕

awwww hi griff this is so cute :)

i always immediately forget everything about myself when i get questions like this so uhhhh

1. i don’t have a favorite color! i like them all so my favorite changes periodically

2. i do not wear dresses. the last time i wore a dress was at my graduation pictures last june. despite this, i have just purchased 2 dresses online. this happens to me regularly. when the weather gets warmer i think, “oh, i should wear a dress!!” i do not like the dresses i currently own. i purchase another. i do not wear it. i fall into this trap every year. this will continue for as long as i live probably

3. when i was in sixth grade i stole this tiny littlest pet shop toy accessory (not the actual pet, just a toy FOR the pet) from some girl i barely even knew. we weren’t friends! i was just at her house bc her parents were having a party! and i stole something from her!! i am still ashamed and think about this at least once a month

4. i’ve lived in 7 different states growing up and i want to move outside the US for at least a short period of time (like a year or something) at some point in my life

5. i love coffee flavor but i can’t handle caffeine lol

[tripleaxeldiaz]

💕 get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!! 🥺🌼💕

ohhhh ty griff!! ♥️♥️

1.) i have never seen lord of the rings

2.) i almost died twice in 2 weeks because of trying to drive in the snow, so i do not drive in the snow anymore

3.) i’m allergic to cats

4.) my favorite ride at disney world is space mountain

5.) my best friend and i just started a podcast!! not a lot of people listen yet but we’re having a fun time!! it’s called the leading lady club if anyone’s interested, and you can listen to it on spotify!!

[hazardsoflove]

hi robin

💕 get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!! 🥺🌼💕

hi griff <3

i’m currently getting a masters degree in forensic psychology

my favorite genres are mystery and horror

i can quote two episodes of phineas and ferb word for word from memory

i’m extremely interested in voice acting ever since i was a kid and would drop everything to become a voice actor

i name my cars GDJSGS my first car was named kelly (rest in peace u will forever be missed) and my current car is named ty

[franklanqdon]

currently reading devotions by mary oliver and i think six of crows is next up on my tbr

You should read love poems and the life siphon

Tell me the last book you read and I’ll rec you one

[princessfbi]

55k.... in 2 weeks.......... how. HOW. im ragequitting /j

Listen Griff... I have no idea how it happened either but it did. And now? I’m just a complete wreck. My body did not know what to do with all the serotonin flowing through it while writing Tortured Musician Buck and now I’m just sitting in my car and crying on and off throughout the day. I LOVE TORTURED MUSICIAN BUCK SO MUCH!