kill me, eddie, kill me now

it was the third day of shooting but yes

i'm rollin' with the lgbt

a fic collab with @organyx ♡

E | pwp | crack treated seriously | 11k

Someone exclaims in the background, but Buck’s voice cuts through louder when he asks, “You… you want to borrow my…?” “Flashlight,” Eddie supplies with patient emphasis. It is not, strictly speaking, a leap of faith to assume Buck of all people would have one, but he did move recently, so— who knows what’s still lost in Packed Box Limbo. “Please tell me you have one I can use.” “I…” there’s a lengthy pause on the other end, Buck’s voice weak and tapering off at the end. “Y-Yeah, okay.”

Or: Eddie just needs to borrow some tools. Fleshlight, flashlight, what’s the difference? The distinction has never been more illuminating.

i'm rollin' with the lgbt

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Eddie Diaz