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“Buck,” Eddie whispered, crawling in. “Hey. Hey, I’m here.”
Buck stirred, barely. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused.
“Eddie?” he rasped.
“I’ve got you,” Eddie said, voice thick. “Help’s coming. Just hold on.”
Buck’s fingers twitched, reaching weakly. Eddie took his hand, held it tight.
“You didn’t break the promise,” Eddie said, tears mixing with rain. “You’re here. I’ve got you.”
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After a fight with his boyfriend Buck gets into a car crash and fears that no one will find him.
Whumptober Day 25 - Left to Die
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- Part 25 of Whumptober 2025
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Don't say you love me (when you know you don't) by ghostcaspers
Fandoms: Outer Banks (TV)
15 Oct 2023
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John B would go to the ends of the earth for JJ (and he isn't a flat earther, he swears) and, to prove that, he's determined to show JJ what real love looks like and that it isn't what Luke's told him.
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"'’S cold. Sorry,” Buck said except his sentences had to many s’s added to it to truly make sense right away. The stutter fell out between purple, almost blue lips that rattled away with every violent tremor that seemed to shake Buck from head to toe. The shock blanket wasn’t doing anything except wrinkling beneath the white knuckle grip of Buck’s fist.
Tumblr Prompts for the Cold/Shivering Whump Prompts
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- Part 8 of Tumblr Prompt Fills
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The world had gone quiet and still.
Danny Williams had always hated quiet. It meant something was wrong — a lull before the next gunfight, the split second before a perp made a run for it, the breath he’d always held before bad news. But this quiet was different. It stretched on and on, day after day, thick and heavy, pressing against the walls of the house and the inside of his chest until he could barely breathe.
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- Part 6 of Manifestations of Anxiety
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The first time Buck heard Bobby’s voice, he thought he was already dead.
The world had gone strangely still around him, as if the chaos of the rescue had been switched off. One second there was the scream of metal, the thunder of collapsing concrete, the crackle of fire; the next, silence. He’d been thrown against the floor, pinned under a heavy beam, breath stolen from his chest. Pain radiated through him like fire, sharp and heavy at once.
And then—
“Easy, kid. I’ve got you.”