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@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.

And ew tea.

No bingo bc you're to tall!

Mood board for The Answer is Blowing in the Wind

[1.3k words | Eddie Centric | Grief] 

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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.

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.

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😔*

This sounds like the plot of a horror movie.