#rival firefighters sequel

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Last Line Tag Game

Rules: Post the last line(s) you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many people as you want - I’m not the boss of you 😜)

Tagged by @dangerpronebuddie @circledwithaheart and @thewolvesof1998 -> go check out what they shared 😘

I’m home sick today and thought it was the perfect opportunity to work on the Rival Firefighters Sequel 🚒

Buck smiles against Eddie’s skin before pressing one last kiss to his throat, his lips lingering there for a beat. Then the playful edge fades. His hands settle around Eddie’s waist, warm and steady, fingers flexing lightly against Eddie’s shirt, and when he tips his head back to look at him, there’s something open and almost fragile in his expression.

“I almost lost you.”

No pressure tagging @diazsdimples @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @inell @lover-of-mine @wildlife4life @greencreekwolf @bekkachaos @rainbow-nerdss @devirnis @rewritetheending and anyone else who wants to join in the fun!

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Hey everyone, enjoy some Eddie and Christopher feels from the Rival Firefighters sequel 🚒 …

Eddie must drift off himself because the next time he opens his eyes, Buck is now sitting in the chair beside the bed, one hand typing on his phone, the other tangled loosely with Eddie’s fingers. Grounding. Steady.

A soft knock at the door pulls their attention toward it, Buck standing quickly, like he’d been expecting it.

Eddie’s heart jumps the second the door opens.

Christopher.

For one suspended second Eddie can only stare.

Chris looks smaller than he remembers from a week ago—crutches tucked under his arms, curls a little mussed, eyes already shining before they lock onto Eddie.

“Dad!”

The rubber tips of his crutches squeak against the tile as he hurries across the room. Buck shifts out of the way without a word, one hand hovering for balance if Chris needs it, but Chris barely seems to notice anything except Eddie.

Eddie pushes past the dull ache in his shoulder and sits up straighter, his left arm opening just in time to catch Chris as he reaches him.

“Careful,” Shannon whispers, placing a hand on Chris’s back.

But Chris doesn’t need the reminder, leaning in with a gentleness that breaks Eddie in half, his small arms wrapping around Eddie’s uninjured side, head pressing to his chest. The feeling of Chris in his arms —warm and whole—unravels something inside of him. He buries his face in Chris’s curls, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of his son, letting it anchor him.

God, he almost lost this.

The weight of Christopher in his arms.

The warmth of him.

The steady thump of his heart against Eddie’s ribs.

Eddie’s chest aches so sharply it almost steals his breath. He closes his eyes and swallows hard, trying to keep his voice steady. “Hey, mijo.”

No pressure tagging some people

@circledwithaheart @spotsandsocks @diazsdimples @dangerpronebuddie @wildlife4life @devirnis @thewolvesof1998 @greencreekwolf @lover-of-mine @exhuastedpigeon @tizniz @elvensorceress @loveyourownsmiilee @inell @geekwarrior107 @thirdwheelravi @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

It's been a while since I've shared anything - study and family have been taking up the majority of my time. Found some time today though to do some tippy tap typing so here ya go 😊

From the Rival Firefighters sequel 🚒

“You almost died. And I was just—standing there.” Buck says, voice tight, and Eddie can see it now—how many times Buck must have played the scene over in his head, replaying every frame with fresh guilt. “I was supposed to protect you.” The words land with finality, as if Buck has already decided he failed. Eddie wants to reach out, to touch him, to anchor him in the truth. But all he can do is stare.  “You do,” Eddie says quietly, voice trembling under the weight of it all. “Every damn day.” “But this time, I didn’t.” Buck looks away, his jaw flexing with the effort not to fall apart. “You’ve got Chris. You’ve got a family. You—you have people who need you. If someone had to take the hit, it should’ve been me.” Eddie’s heart splinters. How can Buck not see it? That he is part of Eddie’s family? That he’s not some expendable backup— that he’s loved and needed and wanted. Always. It hurts. God, it hurts to hear Buck talk like this, like his life matters less, like Eddie wouldn’t burn the whole damn world down if anything happened to him.

No pressure tagging (and sorry if forget anyone ... there's been so many url changes I can't keep up 😅)

@diazsdimples @circledwithaheart @rainydaybuckley @spotsandsocks @sergeantchenford @mangonadaeddie @inell @beyourownanchor6 @tizniz @bekkachaos @dangerpronebuddie @elvensorceress @exhuastedpigeon @xjeanmoreaux @hotshotsxyz @honestlydarkprincess @devirnis @jesuisici33 @giddyupbuck @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @lover-of-mine @drmellking @steadfastsaturnsrings @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @thirdwheelravi @daniclaytcn @sofa-king-lame and as always, anyone who wants to join in -> consider this your official tag 🏷️

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

tagged by @diazheartsbuckley @tizniz @spotsandsocks and @smilingbuckley

It's actually Wednesday for me but meh, who cares lol

Have some more ouch from the Rivals sequel ...

After that, everything blurs like a watercolor painting left out in the rain. One moment, he's standing outside Chris's door, then he blinks, and suddenly he's perched on a plastic chair in the shower, warm water cascading down his back as Carla gently massages shampoo into his scalp, her fingers working through his hair with practiced care. Another blink, and he's lying in bed.  Their bed - his and Eddie’s - the familiar scent of their sheets enveloping him.  Just this morning they had been tangled together, their bodies fitting effortlessly like pieces of a puzzle, lips branding their love and devotion onto their skin with every kiss. Now, the bed feels too big, an endless expanse of emptiness stretching around him, his heart echoing the loneliness that fills the space where Eddie should be.  Shannon is tucking him in, smoothing the sheets down with a practiced care he knows she uses with Chris. Before he can stop himself, he reaches out and clasps her hand, his fingers trembling slightly as they wrap around hers. “Stay?” The question is a soft plea, one Buck can’t stop himself from making even though he feels like he’s asking too much. He just - he can’t sleep in their bed alone and he sure as shit isn’t letting Shannon sleep out on the couch. Thinks she might need the comfort just as much as he does. He’s been through hell today, but so has she. Maybe not as many levels as him, but still. They both love Eddie and almost lost him.  “Please? I don’t - I don’t want to be alone.”

No pressure tagging @rainydaybuckley @diazsdimples @kitteneddiediaz @inell @beyourownanchor6 @bekkachaos @dangerpronebuddie @elvensorceress @exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz @hotshotsxyz @honestlydarkprincess @devirnis @jesuisici33 @giddyupbuck @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @thelikesofus @lover-of-mine @lonelychicago @steadfastsaturnsrings @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @watchyourbuck @wildlife4life @monsterrae1 @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @daniclaytcn @eddiesprius @sofa-king-lame and always, anyone else who wants to join in -> consider this your official tag 🏷️

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HELLO may I please have a sentences from vigilante shit and Rival Firefighters? 🫶🫶🫶

JAMES!!

I will give you whatever you ask seeing as you helped inspire both these wips ❤️. Many sentences for you!!

vigilante shit

 “I uh - thank you. For saving me, keeping my identity, and for taking care of my stuff,” he says, raising the backpack slightly, “I’ll make sure to get this back to you.” “You can have my backpack any day.” The words slip out before Eddie can stop them and he cringes, feeling the flames of embarrassment licking at the back of his neck. Why the hell did he say that? Maybe if he wishes hard enough, the ground will open up and swallow him whole.   Buck gives him a confused grin, laughter dancing behind his eyes. “That doesn’t make sense.” “You don’t make sense. Shut up, I’m tired” Eddie says, his cheeks heating. 

Rival Firefighters - The Shooting

He wants to scream and cry and punch something. But mostly, he just wants Eddie to be okay, to be by his side. Maddie sits next to him and takes his hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly. “We’ll hear something soon. They’re doing everything they can for him.” Buck's head bobs up and down, barely able to form words through the lump in his throat. "I need - I need to call Shannon and - oh god, how do I tell Chris?”  “You don’t need to tell him, Buck. Not if you don’t feel like you can.” Maddie says "No one should have to bear the weight of that conversation by themselves. I can’t leave Shannon to do it alone.” He wipes his nose with the back of his hand. "I have to be there for her, for Chris.” “Okay. Do you want to call her?” Maddie asks. “She’s at work.” Buck’s voice cracks, his face crumbling. “God, how do I call her and then just blow apart her life? Hey Shannon, your oldest friend and father of your child just got shot and might not make it.” The words taste like ash in his mouth. “How do I even have that conversation?”

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Last Line Game

Tagged by @spotsandsocks @tizniz @multi-fanforever

Rules: post the last line you wrote in one of your wips, then tag as many people as there are words as many people as you please.

Enjoy some ouch from the Rival Firefighters sequel

He feels like he’s drowning, lost among the waves of an anguished sea, desperately wanting to break through the surface, but not knowing which way is up. Every breath burns, a searing pain that feels endless, the only thing capable of extinguishing it lying unconscious and broken before him. Just one word from Eddie, even a flutter of his eye lashes, would douse the fire burning in his lungs. But Eddie doesn’t move.

No pressure tagging @diazsdimples @circledwithaheart @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @wellcollapse @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @lover-of-mine @lonelychicago @monsterrae1 @kitteneddiediaz @inell @bekkachaos @eddiesprius @playinginthunderstorms @jesuisici33 @devirnis and anyone else who wants to join in 🙂

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Rival Firefighters

YAY! 😄😄😄

I mean ... I don't love this verse and want to share it with everyone and get validation hahahahaha

He just - he needs them to drive faster. He’d take over and drive himself - he’s navigated these streets at top speed plenty of times before - but Eddie needs him, and Buck doesn’t think he’d be able to leave Eddie’s side. “Just hang on, baby.” “We’re three minutes out!" Mehta calls over his shoulder. Buck releases a shaky exhale, swallowing thickly before offering up a small smile to Eddie. “Hey, three minutes away,” he brushes his fingers through Eddie’s hair, the soft strands falling through his fingers with ease, “You're so close.”

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vigilante shit or rival firefighters 👀👀 (or both if you want 😅🫶🏼)

Oh, definitely sharing both 😍

vigilante shit

Finally, the hospital comes into view, Eddie sighing in relief when he spots Chim sitting in the back of the 118 ambulance, legs dangling off the edge as he takes a bite out of an apple. Their gaze meets, the paramedic's eyes widening in surprise as he does a double take.

“Holy shit, Diaz!” Chim scrambles out of the ambulance, his feet pounding against the pavement as he rushes over to them, slinging Blizzard’s other arm over his shoulder. “What happened?”

“Found this guy in an alley. Think he tried to make it to the hospital before almost passing out.”

“What were you doing in an alley at this time of night? You know what, I don’t want to know.”

rival firefighters - the shooting

With a grunt, Buck crouches down and hoists Eddie over his shoulder, “I got - aah - I got you.” His hands dig into the back of Eddie's thighs as he lifts him higher, passing Eddie to one of the firefighters who had quickly climbed into the cabin ahead of them.

And where Eddie goes, Buck follows.

The tether that links their souls together tugs and Buck scrambles forward into the cabin just before another gunshot echoes through the air, the glass of the open door shattering behind him.