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Climbing Up This Mountain Twice (Hoping That I Make It This Time)

@mistmarauder requested some Eddie comfort so enjoy :)

title from This Mountain by Faouzia

This is in no way Shannon hate, I just don't think she would do what Buck does.

TW: flashbacks to shooting and war, blood

[630 words | flashbacks | comfort]

He couldn’t be in bed anymore. All he could feel was the pavement beneath him. Or maybe it was sand. He couldn’t hear what Chris was babbling about next him. There was a knot growing in the pit of his stomach. Or maybe he might be sick. He just knows that he cannot be in bed next to Chris right now. His body felt as though it might drift off into the ether.

“Chris, sorry I gotta go to the bathroom.” he said with all the calm he had left.

“Okay, dad.”

He manages a small smile and ruffles Chris’ hair as he rises from the bed.

He gripped the edge of the sink with his one hand hoping that the cold porcelain would pull him from the mixing memories of terror. The feeling of laying on the warm rough pavement prickling on his side. The sand seeping between his fingers. His cheek resting in his own sticky blood.The distant pandemonium that rained down around him rang in his ears. It didn’t matter that he was standing in his bathroom. He was there. Reaching. Reaching for Buck. Fighting. Fighting to get home. It didn’t matter that he was home.

He had to be strong. Just like before. Stronger than before. So he wouldn’t lose anyone.

But there were hot tears that he barely registered.

Then he couldn’t breathe.

“Dad?” he hears from a distance. Like it's coming from miles away, from underwater.

“Buck? I think somethings wrong with dad!” it sounds louder and more panicked but the mix of heavy gunfire, and screaming is getting louder, drowning out everything else.

He feels a hand pry his fingers from the rim of the sink, and for a second it feels like he is free falling until he feels a hand on his cheek and another with a grip on his bicep.

Buck, he finally registers that his best friend, his partner, is standing in front of him. Concern in his eyes. Lips moving, but he couldn’t hear.

The grip on his arm tightens firmly, and the thumb resting on his face wipes a tear.

“-ddie? -an y- -ear me?” is all he hears next, he nods a little.

“Are you with me?” he shakes his head

“Okay, take five deep breaths with me.”

It feels like an eternity, but he is finally able to breathe. It’s shaky but he’s breathing again.

“Five things you can see?”

“You. Chris’ toothbrush. The soap. Chris’ shampoo. You.”

“You said me twice, one more thing.”

“Uhh the light switch.”

“Good job, now four things you can feel?”

“Your hand on my arm. My shirt. The counter. My sweatpants.”

Okay, 3 things you can hear?”

“Your breathing. Chris’ tv show. The cars outside.”

“Almost there, 2 things you can smell.”

“Your shampoo. Toothpaste.”

“And one thing you can taste.”

“The lasagna you made.”

“I’m so proud of you. You back here now?”

“Yeah.” He breathes out, “Chris almost lost me too.” fresh tears begin to fall down his cheeks.

“Hey, but you are still here. And he didn’t.” Buck replies, moving his hand from his cheek to the nape of his neck and guiding him into a hug.

That's when he realizes, he can’t be strong. And he won’t lose anyone if he isn’t. He won’t lose Buck. Cause he’s not Shannon. They aren’t Eddie and Shannon. They are Eddie and Buck. And Buck is here, pulling him back from hell. Something Shannon could never bring herself to do.

“It’s not safe. I thought we would be safe.” He sobs as he sinks down to the floor, Buck catching him and slowing the fall.

“You are safe. I got you.” Buck is murmuring into his hair like it is a shibboleth to both their existence.

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No bingo tho. Saddd. 😔😂

And ew tea.

No bingo bc you're to tall!

WHAT GAMES THO, MIST!!

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Mood board for The Answer is Blowing in the Wind

[1.3k words | Eddie Centric | Grief] 

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I wanted to say thank you for the response to this work. Because of it’s personal meaning to me I truly appreciate every comment, kudos, note, and reblog. I found myself in tears, in a good way, over multiple comments. They each reminded me why I decided to write this particular fic and even just why I started and keep writing in general. So...Thank you, I truly appreciate you. ❤

Also a huge thank you to @matan4il​ for the amazing screencap of 9-1-1 Season 2 Episode 17: Careful What You Wish For. 

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💫 + Grace Ryder ❤️

Jessss

this is my first time writing Grace so I hope i got it right

Man's World by MARINA

I don't wanna live in a man's world anymore

"I am going to stay in Austin and train to be a 9-1-1 dispatcher." Grace announces at dinner one night,

"Gracie, what about Georgetown?" her father asks, "You are destined for great things."

"I know Daddy, but I want to help people. I loved my job at the prayer line, and this would be a way to get paid and do something important, right here in Austin."

"I swear Gracie if this is about that firefighter-"

"No Daddy, this is about me! This is about what I want. Because this is my life. And I respect that you want what you deem bigger greater things for my life- but to me, staying here and helping the people of Austin is one of the greatest things I could do. You do not get to dictate my life just because you are my father. And if staying here means that Judd and I live out our days together you just have to deal with that fact. And you will respect our work in this city."

Her father is speechless as she returns to eating her dinner as if she hadn't just read him the riot act at the dinner table.

send a 💫 and I’ll write a drabble based on a song

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My Nightmare is Losing You 

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[1.9k| Buck Centric| Angst] 

TW: Panic Attack, Implied Eating Disorder, Alcohol as a coping mechanism

Summary: 

“I hurt all of you. And I never meant it to get that far. I almost gave up. I hurt myself. I can’t keep going like this. Bobby, I don’t know what to do. What do I do? I feel so broken and I don’t know how to fix it. And I want to fix it. So badly. I fucked up.” Buck gasps out. Bobby took the words in a bit shell shocked, he realized that the revelations that had come with his parent’s visit had torn deep into old scars of Buck's, maybe even ones Bobby had never seen. or Buck hits rock bottom and wants to get out.

Credit to:  grande_caps/kissthemgoodbye for the screencap :) 

tagging: @novemberhush 

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2, 15, 30, 39 for the handwriting asks. 😘❤

2. write the URL of the person who sent the ask

15. the URLs of your tumblr crushes

30. write something for the person who sent the ask

39. a random fact about yourself

*yes that note is basically incoherent but i don't know words when i think about how much you mean to me, this is why i would never make a good austen hero- I can't write a good love letter, it's my flaw😔*

handwriting asks

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This sounds like the plot of a horror movie.

Honestly the tag should be theatre in a barn but I made that tag very early on cause there is bad wifi and bad cell service (further proving your point). But yeah, honestly it could be and I feel like this program would be the place to do it because we are all exhausted all the time so it would be easy to catch us off guard, but we would def notice if people went missing.