๐๐ซ for the wip ask because the emoji combo is funny + also because i yearn for it <3
Aw Julia you're twinning with @eventuallyyouwouldtoo two of my faves asking about my current fave I love it <333
๐ - what trope do you feel like you're milking in this particular fic?
Truly, honestly, the whump. Like I know I started this as a Buck whump fic but things just keep HAPPENING to him as I write that I never planned. The snippets I've posted so far don't even get into the main whump I started writing this fic for. Just assume everything will happen to him here, ig. Case in point, here's another thread of his pain :)
Buck wakes with a gasp so deep it makes his lungs burn. There are hands on him, holding his hair and chest, and they feel like anchors in an ocean. He fumbles and slaps at them until they disappear, and that's worse, leaving him unmoored and alone in a tangle of blue. Well, not entirely. There is the voice summoning him back to shore. A voice he learned long ago meant comfort, safety, love, even in the face of their biggest emergencies. "You're okay, Buck. It was just a dream." Eddie's paramedic voice is even and rhythmic, a beat he can focus on while he forces his lungs to cooperate. "That's it, just breathe, Buck. I'm right here. You're okay." Sweating profusely, Buck throws his half of the blankets onto Eddie, pushes the cuffs of his sweatshirt up to his elbows. "Fuck," he whispers, fanning himself with the collar. "You with me now?" Eddie asks, and Buck nods to his lap. Only then does he turn away long enough to switch on the small bedside lamp. Then: "Are you okay?" Buck huffs, trying to breathe out all the extra tension clogging his sinuses. He hasn't had that dream โ flashback, his brain corrects โ in years. Maybe it was juvenile for him to think he'll ever move past it for good. "I don't know." Eddie seems to lean forward unconsciously, before catching himself and maintaining the minuscule distance between them. "Would a hug help or hurt you right now?" Buck looks to Eddie to see him looking back. It's his paramedic expression, too: closed enough to say I can help, open enough to say I'm in this with you. He's already reaching forward when his voice breaks around his answer. "Help."
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