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Las Vegas strip mixed with a day of rain. Sometimes living in Vegas has its beauties
The Beauty Of A Storm- Holly Hansen
Turns out OP of the "name five non media things you like" post is a huge gross terf so I am deleting that reblog and stealing the post! Reblog this with five things you enjoy that aren't media related :)
July 2025- A microburst, pop-up thunderstorm, in the Linville Gorge Wilderness in Burke County, North Carolina
Dear Gods... it's raining buckets outside. I can hear it coming down, and it's really freaking me out. I ended up yelling at my dad again, because he fell asleep downstairs and I just randomly flipped out over it. He didn't deserve me yelling at him. I feel guilty again. But yeah, the rain freaks me out.
My skin on my face is feeling really sore again, by the way. So that's not great. It's sore again. I hate that I get all this dead skin. My dad will have to help me shave again. sigh...
—this idea just wouldn't leave me alone, so i whipped this up around midnight last night 😅 since this will be my final fic for the year, i just wanted to say thank you to anyone who's read, commented, or reblogged my silly little stories 🥹 it truly means the world to me and i love y'all dearly. enjoy, mwah 🩵
rated: m | words: 3.7k | read on ao3
summary:
“Buck?”
There was more rustling before Eddie heard a, “fuck, stupid—Edddie?” Eddie laughed with a shake of his head.
“You decent up there bud?”
Eddie heard a loud sigh and some more shuffling before Buck answered.
“Yea, mostly.”
Slowly, Eddie crept up the stairs, unsure of what kind of predicament he’d find Buck in.
At the top of the landing, Eddie came to a halt, a soft smile spreading across his face.
Buck was sat on the edge of his bed, hoodie ridden up and exposing his tummy. His head was bent toward his waist where he was battling with the drawstrings of his sweatpants, grunting as he went.
Eddie stayed where he was watching. He found the entire thing oddly endearing.
—or—
Eddie helps Buck fix his drawstrings. How was he supposed to know it’d lead to him sitting in Bucks lap?
*this is part of my rainy day series. each story is a standalone and you don’t have to read any of them to understand the other*
and it feels as if the april rainstorms are cleansing away the harshness that winter brought forthwith