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vaguesxrrow · 11 months

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gingerbread

eddie diaz/reader

prompts: 10. having a fight with just looks // 21. developing own terms for everything

tags: fluff, humour, joking arguments, gender neutral reader

reader works as a firefighter in the 118 like eddie and it is also implied that she lives with him and christopher.

Honestly, you blamed Christopher and his friends for this.

They were barely teenagers, you knew that, but if they hadn't baked those annoyingly delicious gingerbread cookies, you and Eddie wouldn't be in the position you were in right now.

You gazed longingly at the gingerbread cookies. Chris and his friends had baked a whole batch of them under Carla's supervision while you and Eddie were out on a date. You, Chris, and Eddie had dubbed the batch of cookies the "Gingerbread Family". And this "Gingerbread Family" currently lived in several plastic boxes in the fridge, stacked on top of each other. This inspired the nickname "Cookie Condominium".

"Eddie, we have to eat them eventually," you said. "It's taking up way too much space in the fridge, and I really need to put these groceries away." You gestured to the paper bags you had set on the table. "And besides, they taste heavenly."

"But they're a family, Y/n," Eddie complained. "We save families at work every day, how is this wonderful, thriving household any different?"

"Because they're gingerbread! They are literally cookies!" you exclaimed.

"And you know what?" you crossed your arms. "I'm gonna eat them anyway."

"You wouldn't dare!" Eddie cried.

You gave him a pointed look and grabbed the top box of cookies. His mouth dropped open as you took off the lid, picked up a gingerbread cookie - the eldest daughter of three, which Eddie had named Arabella, you recognised - and bit off a big chunk.

"Not Arabella!" Eddie said.

"She is delicious," you responded through a mouthful of cookie. You giggled as you walked past, pressing a teasing kiss to his cheek as you exited the kitchen, leaving him with his mouth still agape.

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Eddie had been shooting you looks of betrayal all day at work.

You responded with quirks of your eyebrow, to which Eddie had widened his eyes at your nonchalance. You smirked back, Eddie's face changed from shock to indignation, and so on.

This rally of exaggerated facial expressions went on for a while. You and the rest of your crew were sitting at the table, gratefully eating the takeout Chimney had brought in. You and Eddie were at opposite ends of the table.

"Okay, okay," Hen spoke up from between the two of you. "What is this?"

"What's what?" Eddie asked.

"The whole weird facial expressions thing you and Y/n have had going this whole day!"

"He's mad I destroyed the Cookie Condominium." you shrugged.

"The what now?" Chimney asked in confusion.

"The Cookie Condo!" Eddie said. "She ate Arabella. The eldest daughter in the family! Who does that?"

"I am so lost right now," Buck confessed, although he was clearly amused.

"Same," Chimney said. "What the hell do you mean by a Cookie Condo? And who the hell is Arabella?"

Eddie sighed, and you laughed good-naturedly at his misery.

"Christopher and his friends baked a whole batch of gingerbread cookies a few days ago, yeah? We decided to call them a family, and gave, uh, names and roles to all the family members," he explained.

Hen laughed.

"It is not funny," Eddie protested. "Anyway, we kept them in boxes, and stacked them on top of each other, hence… Cookie Condominium."

"Except, the boxes were hogging literally all the room in the fridge, and we barely had room for groceries!" you interjected.

Hen laughed even louder, and this time, Buck and Chimney joined her. Even Bobby chuckled in amusement.

"Guys, this isn't funny!" you complained. "I did the right thing by eating the cookies. And besides, they were insanely good." You pouted, suddenly craving the sweet treats.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Hen stood up. "This was fun, but I got better places to be."

"Good luck dealing with the gingerbread family," Bobby teased as he also left.

Soon, everyone had filed out, and it was just you and Eddie left. You giggled as you got up and walked over to him. Sitting yourself down in his lap, you smiled into the kiss he gave you.

"The cookies were actually really good, though," you whispered, just to let him know.

"Oh yeah, I know," he whispered back. "I may or may not have demolished a floor of the Cookie Condo while looking for a midnight snack last night."

You gasped. "Oh my god, Eddie, you hypocrite!"

He cackled as you hit him lightly on the chest, still complaining.

#eddie diaz/reader #911 fox #911 abc #911 fanfic #eddie diaz #sparrow.911 #evan buckley/reader #christopher diaz #evan buckley #henrietta wilson #chimney han #bobby nash #eddie diaz/you #eddie x reader

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sparrow-in-the-field · 14 days

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The next chapter of Shy Boy is taking longer to come out because tbh writing smut is always the slowest process for me.

I sometimes wonder though if the longer/slower it takes me, the better it is (which is infuriating lol), because I just read over what I have so far, and y'all. It's spicy.

#bobby moch x don hume #sparrow's writing in the field #<-new tag for my writing updates? maybe?#don't wanna overhype it but #I'm really happy with how it's turning out

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awesomewill453 · 2 years

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One of the things that will always warm my heart is the genuine emotion that occurs between a sailor and a ship. I love it when it is depicted in any form of media.

Things like:

- The song Eight Bells by the Jolly Rogers

- the Millennium Falcon and all her pilots and captains

- the Black Pearl and both Captain Jack Sparrow and Captain Barbossa. They always return to her in the series

- the crew of the Rocinante from the Expanse among others.

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moonfurthetemmie · 7 months

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is there a canonical relationship between H! ds?

Like, a ship?

Please correct me if I misread this, I did kinda just wake up sjsjsjsj

Spindle/Sparrow in the good ending is the only canon ship. Everything else is

For lack of better words, the same as DS. Nothing’s canon so you have even more excuses to ship whoever you want

#just. not fester #DS Bobby got aged down and so did the human H!DS Bobby. they might’ve been possessed by a probably very old demon. but #it’s weird #horror!ds #h!ds questions #h!DS Sparrow #h!DS Spindle

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gollygeedash · 1 year

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I did Valentines Day doodles for my friends this year! Alynne delivered hugs to (mostly) everyone in Gollyville!

#OCs #AU Alynne #AU Mason #friends OCs #Gollyville #Liam #Seth #Eda #Mitch #Moggie #Nat #Annie #Ellie #Everly #Sparrow #Orion #Simon #The Bobbies #doodles

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munsonburnslikehellfire86 · 2 years

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it's giving

jack sparrow before he almost got eaten alive

#eddie probably runs like jack sparrow #prove me wrong #you cant #eddie munson #joe keery #joseph quinn #mike wheeler #funny #millie bobby brown #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson stranger things s4 #eddie munson stranger things

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phoenixiancrystallist · 2 years

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Day 141, I feel like I've lost count again except I haven't, I checked, ANYWAY. @magical-game gave me an idea for a different hilt guard on Discord because, as one of my resident opinion-havers, they felt the rose vines didn't Vibe™. And ya know what, I agreed with them. With lament for all of my hard work on those leaves, I duplicated the file so nothing got destroyed (because one of my biggest gripes with ProCreate is a layer limit and I, hahaha, uh, kept creeping up on it), and sketched out this. And I like it. It kind of mirrors the rest of the Keyblade's design, and will even more so when I tie it down and fully render it. I'll also have to redo a bit of the dragon pommel guard's body bc it got a bit blurred when I resized it to fit over the sketch, but that's okay.

I do definitely want to incorporate roses into the design somewhere because I fucking love roses. I'll probably scrap the licorice flower and turn that into a sunset rose, and to keep the genderfae colors I might turn one of the fish genderfae instead of having two ace fishes. Gotta rep my gender, yo!

Anyway I'm Goddamn Tired® so even though this was just a quick scribble it's all I'm gonna do today.

#the great artscapade of 2022 #bobbi's being weird again #art #my art #kingdom hearts fanart #keyblade design #*dj hand slide* mike (working title)#still working on a better name #although at this point I think *dj hand slide* Mike is sticking whether I want it to or not XD #although I have been thinking naming it Spero #which is the ''I hope'' part of ''while I breathe I hope''#and also it's pronounced very similary to ''sparrow'' and that makes me happy for some reason #sparrows aren't even my favorite birds it's gyrfalcons

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rebelangelwings · 10 months

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Thank you so much for the request Sparrow <3

It's a little open ended but I hope you like it!

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could i please request a buddie/reader getting together fic? i dont mind the specifics but maybe reader thinks buck and eddie are already dating (even though they arent) so when one of them confesses, reader is really confused and it ends up with all of them tgt?

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Y/n had been introduced to the 118 family through Maddie and her work at Dispatch. The two had clicked instantly, sharing knowing looks about particularly arrogant members of staff or stifling giggles in the breakroom. Relatively new to the area, y/n didn't have any friends or many family members she could regularly see other than her cousin and their kid who she doted on.

Chimney had been her first encounter with an official member of Firehouse 118, when he kindly picked up a tipsy Maddie and y/n from a Dispatch work Christmas party, and chatted along with her before dropping her to her small apartment.

"So, y/n do you have any family in the area?" Chimney looked at her in the rear view mirror.

"My cousin Lola doesn't live far. She has a kid, Joey. I adore her." She replied with a smile on her face at the mention of Joey.

Maddie tuned into the conversation, sitting up and exclaiming, "oh she is so adorable, Chim! She's got this wheelchair with all these Disney characters painted on it that y/n did by hand!"

Y/n smiled but ducked and shook her head slightly at Maddie bragging on her behalf. "We've actually been having a bit of trouble recently…trying to find or get Joey into a school that is accessible. There aren't as many around as you might like to think."

Chim looked thoughtful, "my pal, Eddie, he's another firefighter at the 118, his son Christopher has CP. I could ask him if he'd be willing to speak with you about how he got Chris into his school?"

Not one to naturally ask for help, y/n felt awkward, "do you think he would mind? I don't want to put people out, especially as he's never even met me."

"Come meet him then!," Maddie chirped, spinning in her seat, "Bobby is having a BBQ tomorrow afternoon. You should come, right Chim?"

"Absolutely. Bobby always says, 'the merrier' and there are always so many leftovers. We can pick you up if you want?"

And so the next afternoon, y/n found herself in the garden of the captain of the 118, someone who she had spoken to plenty of times over the Dispatch radios, but never met.

Everyone in the extended 118 family was kind and welcoming, not thrown off at all at an outsider joining them.

Maddie had gone round giving introductions, most memorably for y/n were two tall and effortlessly handsome men who were seemingly teasing each other, shoulder and thighs pressed together and beers in hand.

Buck and Eddie.

Y/n would have been enamored with them, had she not taken note of the way Eddie's hand rested on Buck's shoulder, or Buck teased Eddie about his cooking catastrophes, or the looks of sheer devotion both of them had for each other.

Of course these two gorgeous, kind, selfless, brave, firefighters were already spoken for.

Y/n did get an opportunity to speak to Eddie about little Joey, and he was more than happy to speak about Christopher's school and his struggle and eventual success with getting him enrolled.

"It's really sweet of you to care so much for your cousin's kid," Eddie smiled at her.

"Me and my cousin are close. More like best friends, and we have a bit of a rocky relationship with the rest of the family so it was just pretty natural to step in and be a part of Joey's life."

Eddie nodded appreciatively.

Later, Buck found y/n trying to find a drink in the kitchen, "hey, y/n, I forgot to say earlier how great it is to finally meet you - Maddie talks about you a lot."

Y/n looked up from the fridge and beamed, "naaw that is really sweet and I am most definitely going to tease her about that later…what sort of stuff has she said about me, exactly?" She becomes suspicious.

Buck looked mischievous as he said conspiratorially, "Uh… does blue vomit right a bell?"

Y/n gasped, "she didn't?!"

Buck nodded, repressing a laugh, "mhm. An unfortunate incident with a hot glue gun? Oh! My favourite has to be the one with the LEGO."

Y/n had her head in her hands whilst Buck laughed at her embarrassment. Finally she lifted her head and raised an eyebrow, "Laugh it up Buckley. Go ahead. But Maddie talks to me too and I know a fair amount of your greatest hits."

"You're bluffing."

"Am I? Am I really…Firehose?"

Buck's mouth dropped open as his ears turned pink, "wha- how did she…dammit Chim!"

"Not to mention the bread that landed you in hospital, or your unfortunate boy-band blond frosted tips phase."

"Hey, that was fashionable when I was in Peru!" Buck tried to defend himself.

"Baby, that has never been fashionable anywhere on the globe."

At that moment, Eddie joined them in the kitchen area. He was overcome with an emotion he didn't often feel, which confused him to no end. Because, jealousy was not completely foreign to him, however, confusion over who he was jealous of in this situation, was a foreign concept to Eddie Diaz.

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Weeks went by following y/n's first introduction to the 118, and many encounters had followed, either as a big group, or as quiet nights drinking wine with the Buckley siblings, or a meeting at a coffee shop with Eddie to talk about the bureaucracy of the American education system.

Whilst y/n enjoyed the company of Buck and Eddie very much so, she didn't allow her feelings to be anything more than friendship, knowing they were unavailable on several levels.

The boys however, had found themselves conflicted for a while now.

Firstly, Eddie was still ruminating over his feelings of jealousy that occurred that day, hearing and seeing the almost flirty conversation between his best friend and the beautiful woman that cared so deeply about her family.

Buck, in a slightly different position, was far more in tune with her sexuality that Eddie. Buck had explored other options on his travels, he knew that he was not straight although he had yet to place a label on himself, and he had even been in a poly relationship whilst in South America. It hadn't lasted long and was mostly about sex rather than feelings, but it had opened his eyes to other options. Buck was also painfully aware of how in love with Eddie Diaz he was. Had been for a while now. But he had yet to make any moves, giving Eddie space to come to terms with his own identity and feelings.

And, unbeknown to Buck, Eddie had realised his feelings towards his best friend were not strictly platonic. He was talking with his therapist, Frank, and slowly coming to his own conclusions.

So, when y/n arrived, all yellow energy and wit, that really threw a spanner into the works for Eddie.

Unknowingly, both men experienced the same "oh" moment about their feelings towards y/n at the same moment. They had arranged a playmate between Chrisopher and Joey, the three adults first taking them to the zoo, and then returning to Eddie's house for snacks. The two children were crowded around y/n as they recounted their favourite animals from their trip, and she proceeded to illustrate them in a sketchbook.

The children were amazed at her accuracy, as were Buck and Eddie when they saw her work.

"You're an incredible artist, y/n," Buck told her.

"Don't be silly, they're just doodles, Buck" She rolled her eyes.

"Not like any doodle that I've ever seen," Eddie chipped in.

"Well then I'll take the title of Doodle Queen if it's up for grabs," she joked, not looking up from her paper.

Both men glanced at each other, smiling fondly.

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Things started to evolve from there, at least for Buck and Eddie.

Eddie began to feel a low level of animosity towards Buck, thinking that he would make a move on y/n.

And Buck, whilst he was open to ideas of polyamory, did not think Eddie or y/n would be, and thus felt anxious at the prospect of becoming a third wheel.

The other members of the 118 started to sense the different dynamic between the two, having expected them to finally realise and admit their feelings for each other by now.

Everything changed when the 118 were dispatched to multiple vehicle pile ups.

"Alright Team," Bobby directed as they exited the engine. Each member took stock of the several damaged cars, a small fire already forming from one and a lorry pressing a small Toyota precariously onto the edge of the bridge. "Hen, Chim, you're on triage, work your way through the casualties. Buck, Eddie, I want you harnessed up and working on that Toyota, I'll assist from up top. Let's go!"

As they got closer to the teetering vehicle, Buck turned to Eddie, "isn't that… is that y/n?"

"Shit. Y/n!" Eddie began running, joined immediately by Buck.

Y/n was just coming round to consciousness, confused why she had fallen asleep upright. When she finally managed to peel her eyes open, being stuck together by something, she could see a clear view of LA.

Looking around frantically, she started to remember the moments before she had fallen asleep: horns honking, crashed from behind her, her leg hurting with the force she applied the car brakes, it not making a different because a lorry slammed into the rear of her tiny car and propelled it through the bridge barriers. Pain. Airbags. Nothing.

The moment before she felt her heart was going pound right out of her chest, she heard two familiar voices.

"Y/n, is that you?!"

"Y/n?!"

"Buck! Eddie!" She clarified her identity. As she turned to get a better look at them, there was a wobbling sensation that had her freezing.

"Woah woah! Don't move, y/n. Y/n, do not move, okay?" That was Buck.

"You're going to be just fine, but we need you to stay really still, okay? Just let us do all the work, y/n." Eddie that time.

For the next few minutes she could hear them speaking in low voices to each other, could hear shouting from the rest of the scene, and the occasional radio crackle. The lack of distraction from her view of impending doom wasn't serving her well.

"Uh…guys. I don't mean to be any trouble and I know you're doing your best out there, but I'm really freaking out. Like, about to have a panic attack kind of freak out." She called.

A pause. And then Eddie spoke, "That's okay, mi amor. You're doing great, y/n, handling this like a champ. We've secured the bumper of the car to our engine so we've got you a little more secure. Still need you to stay nice and still though, got it?"

Y/n nodded to herself, "Thank you for updating me. However, I've been driving this car for years now and I'm well aware of it falling to pieces. I don't know how confident I feel about it being secured to the engine."

"That's why Buck and I are putting on harnesses right now and are going to get you out. Don't you worry, you're going great, just keep taking deep breaths."

Buck was next to speak, "Eddie's right, you're going great, y/n. We're on our way to you now, okay?"

Buck didn't lie. Within minutes she could hear movement at the rear door of the vehicle. The rear of the vehicle had been squashed like an accordion in the collision with the lorry, and so they were going to use jaws on the back door to access her.

She was instructed to cover her eyes if she could and keep her back to the machinery.

Soon, she felt the door being removed, and the unforgiving movement that alerted her to someone else entering the car.

"Hey, mi amor, how are we doing?" Eddie.

Eddie was with her. She allowed herself to breathe a little easier just knowing he was close.

"Try not to move, okay, I'm going to access you real quick and then pop this C-collar on you just as a precaution." Eddie proceeded to feel her neck from behind her, getting her rapid pulse, then placing the hard plastic around her neck, forcing her gaze upwards. "Can you tell me where you're hurt, y/n?"

"My head. Think I passed out. And my chest…probably the airbags."

"Okay, good job, and can you wiggle your toes? No numbness anywhere?" Eddie asked while moving about doing something.

"No numbness I don't think. I don't know, Eddie, I really want to get out now please." Her voice broke as her resolve started to crumble.

"I know, mi amor, we're working on it."

"Eddie." She heard Buck. He sounded serious, almost like a warning. Then she heard the metallic grinding.

"Okay, okay. Y/n this is what's going to happen, I'm going to cut your seat belt off and on the count of three I'm going to pull you through the middle of the seat and pass you over to Buck. We're going to be quick and we're going to be careful."

She could hear the barely stifled panic in Eddie's voice.

The belt was cut and she made an effort not to move.

"Okay, one…" Eddie had his arms around her waist, putting uncomfortable pressure on a sore spot, "two…" he moved causing the car to wobble precariously, "three!" Eddie heaved her body through the gap, ignoring the cry of pain. Y/n could barely make out what was happening before she was face to face with Buck who was reaching out for her.

She moved her arms out too until she cast her eyes downward and noticed there was nothing but a sheer drop and water below them. If her head wound wasn't already making her queasy, that view certainly had done it.

Eddie was gently guiding her to Buck as the car became less stable as a result of their abrupt movements, "y/n, you have to go. Buck had you, okay? He won't let you go. We won't let you go," he murmured in her ear whilst making eye contact with Buck. They seemed to be having another of their silent conversations.

Buck nodded at her, getting a proper grip on her as the car shrieked, "I've got you sweetheart, we've got you. Just close your eyes."

She did as suggested and closed her eyes, and let herself be handed over, limbs automatically grasping at whatever they could, which happened to be Buck as she wrapped around him like a koala to a tree.

She could still hear the metallic creaking growing louder and louder, and then a crack and she felt more than heard Buck gasp.

"Eddie! Eddie, you okay?" Buck called somewhere stirring panic in y/n.

"I'm good! Let's get her up here." Eddie was safe.

Next thing she knew, she was being gently laid on the ground, although her limbs were reluctant to unfreeze from their terrified position.

She could feel movement around her.

"Hey," that was Buck. "Hey, sweetheart, you can open your eyes now. You're safe, y/n.

Slowly, she peeled her eyes open and unbleached her arms and legs, relaxing onto the pavement below her.

Buck was smiling down at her.

"Eddie?" She asked.

"Right here." She couldn't turn her head, but she could hear that he was to her side and feel something wrapped tightly around her arm.

Buck didn't fully disappear from her view but he did move to lightly pressing on her sides, assessing her ribs and noting when she hissed in pain.

Eddie appeared directly in front of her, "just going to shine this light in your eyes, just look straight ahead…Hey," he began softly, seeing the distress in her face, "You're doing really well. We'll get you out of here soon and to the hospital."

At Eddie's soft voice reminding her of an impending hospital stay where she was bound to be alone and uncomfortable, she couldn't help the burning tears that rolled fiercely down her face and tickled her ears.

Eddie started to catch some of the tears with the back of his fingers, making concerned eye contact with Buck who leaned into y/n's line of vision.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart. None of that, you're safe. We'll get you checked out at the hospital and you'll be back to normal in no time."

"I- I don't want-" she struggled to get her words out.

"Take a breath. That's it. What don't you want?"

"I don't want…to be a-alone. I'll be…all alone in the h-hospital. Like al-always." She stuttered.

"You're not going to be alone. We won't let you be alone, okay mi amor?"

"Yeah, we'll stay with you, I know how much hospitals can suck without someone to distract you."

Y/n appreciated the sentiment but if anything, having Buck and Eddie sit vigil at her bedside only made it more apparent to her that she was alone whilst they had each other.

"I don't want you wasting your time babysitting me. You have a life together. You have Chris. Plus, no offense, but you two being sickeningly cute and in love won't make me feel any less shit about being alone."

At that moment, Buck and Eddie shared a look over her form. Confusion at her assumption, turning to shock that she could see their inner feelings for the other, then settling into something that looked like contentment and understanding.

It was clear to both men that they shared the same affection for y/n and would do anything to stop her hurting. It was also apparent that both Buck and Eddie were willing - no not just willing, but that they yearned to share this role with y/n.

Eddie was the first to make his move. He reached over across y/n, extending his fingers to his partner. Buck, surprised, but eyes full of contentment, wrapped his own fingers around Eddie's.

"Let's get you to the hospital and home. I think we have lots to talk about."

#buddie 911 #buddie x reader #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #eddie diaz x reader #evan buckley x reader #buckley diaz family #otp #eddie diaz #911 #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz x evan buckley #eddie diaz x y/n #buck x reader

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bummie4dummies · 20 days

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in spite of the way that it is ✧ read on ao3

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when buck first brings it up, it's to everyone in the 118, or at least anyone who's willing to lend an ear. he saunters into the kitchen with a smile bright enough to account for the unseasonably grey weather outside, megawatt-beam elation radiating off of his body and bouncing into every corner of the station. the minute he starts blabbing about how tommy came to his place late last night, at least two ears are swiftly discounted — chim walks away with his hands firmly clapped over the sides of his head, saying, "la la la, don't want to hear it," much like a petulant kindergartener.

bobby finds himself suddenly very busy with noisily reorganizing the utensil drawer, but doesn't quite leave the area; hen immediately raises her brows and takes a pointed sip of her orange juice, knowing buck will continue unprompted. ravi, just coming up the stairs himself, has no idea what he's walking into, the poor guy.

and eddie — eddie knows better than to involve himself in this. he could easily extract himself now, fake a phone call with christopher's school, pretend like there's something imperative that he left in the locker room. instead, he remains parked at the table, piping mug of black coffee insisting that he needs mo' joe as it sits untouched in front of him. his own uncertain reflection stares back at him from the coffee's dark surface.

"i think i finally found someone who can match me," buck's declaring, cheeky grin still lighting up his face like a marquee sign. eddie can practically see the colorful bulbs flashing above his head, a giant neon arrow and the brazen announcement: this lucky guy got his brains fucked out last night!!

"bless that man," hen snorts, shaking her head a bit. ravi's brows knit together in confusion, and when he asks for details on what buck's referring to in the first place, hen's head shaking deepens. "ignorance is bliss, ravi, you probably don't want to know."

"buck got laid last night," falls out of eddie's mouth without him meaning to let it, and fuck, he hopes it sounded more casual than it felt, bubbling up his esophagus like bitter-hot bile.

ravi's, "...and?" is reassuring. eddie feigns a laugh, relieved his cover isn't blown. he glimpses at buck, whose gigantic smile hasn't faltered for even a millisecond, and ignores the mass of earthworms writhing beneath the tin lid of his breastbone.

"and it was seriously awesome!" buck pumps his fist into the air, triumphant and ridiculous, sunbeam personified, and god. buck may be the one getting railed into his mattress by his new boyfriend, but eddie is the one who's truly fucked.

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when buck has eddie over for drinks at his place the next night and asks him if he wants to hear more about it, he convinces himself it's a fine idea. how much can really go wrong, anyway? it's just the man who cradles eddie's whole cowardly lion heart in his unknowing palms, telling him about the way that eddie's good, kind, unbearably hot friend fucked him so tenderly he cried.

it's fine. everything is fine.

buck's never been one to spare details, especially not when eddie allows him all of the space and time in the world to lay out how he got laid. the nearly-gone beer in his hand (on his lips, on his tongue, on the collar of his shirt where an errant drop landed) is fuel for his fire, rattling the confines of his inhibitions just enough to knock a few loose, get him spilling details like the belgian white down his throat.

"he was really good, eddie." the glint in buck's eye is evidence enough, but eddie wants more; he's curious, to a detrimental degree, a tabby cat scaling a tree to catch a sparrow whose wings will carry it to safety, leaving him hungry and without the knowledge of how to climb back down to level ground.

"yeah?" he presses, like he needs to.

"yeah," buck continues. the next pull he takes from his bottle is long, slow, draining it empty. eddie's eyes track the movement, the pink curl of his mouth over the bottle's rim, the wet flick of his tongue across the cusp, the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows the dredges. "it was like he could just... tell what i needed."

eddie's stomach drops. he blames the beer. his mind offers, silently, i would know what you needed, too.

he blames the beer.

"he made sure to take it slow, to start. he's— he's not a small guy, you know."

flashes of tommy's sweat-slick skin offer themselves up readily in the eye of eddie's mind. all thanks to their sparring during muay thai, he knows how it feels to be pinned beneath that man, to feel the heft of his strong arms and legs and chest against his own, to feel so utterly surrounded. he can only imagine what it's like to have tommy inside, too. he says, rougher than he means to, "i know."

buck clears his throat, ducks his head. when he meets eddie's eyes again, his cheeks are flushed. "i... i don't have to tell you about this, man. maybe it's too much. i mean, he's your close friend."

"you're my close friend," eddie says thoughtlessly.

the expression that settles on buck's features is complicated, to say the least.

"buck, i told you it's okay. you can tell me whatever you're comfortable with me knowing." eddie's can of worms burst opened wriggles and squirms, a slimy tangle mucking up his chest cavity. he catches and clings onto buck's gaze and adds, unequivocal, "i'll tell you if i want you to stop."

if buck's face wasn't already rosy, it would be now. his mouth falls open before his response catches up to him, and the spit-glint of his bottom teeth against his tongue makes eddie grit his own together, lest he say something he shouldn't.

"are you sure?" buck asks, back turning to eddie while he reaches into the fridge behind him for a third round. when he turns around again he's got two cold bottles in his hands, tilting one towards eddie, an offering that eddie accepts as automatic as breathing.

the fizzzzz-clink of buck popping the beercaps punctuates eddie's answering, "yes."

"alright." another generous swig of buck's drink bolsters his nerve. "i didn't think he was gonna fit at first, eddie. i swear to you, it doesn't seem like it should work. it's not like i haven't had anything up my ass before, i mean, tommy's even been warming me up for the real thing. but."

warming him up, jesus. buck's nonchalance is staggering, even when frankly, this isn't even the first time eddie's been confronted with such imagery. he wishes he could forget buck telling him about the times taylor had used her strap with him. not because it wasn't an appealing thought — eddie might have complex emotions around taylor, but the idea of buck getting dicked down by anyone at all has always been one that twists his guts into feverish knots. hence the desire for selective amnesia.

he fails not to wonder exactly what the thick line of tommy's dick would look like snuggled between the cleft of buck's asscheeks and swirls his beer in its bottle before knocking back a good-sized gulp, saying, "i'm guessing you made it work eventually."

because how the fuck else is he supposed to react while he's busy painting a vivid mural of his two 'close friends' fucking on the ceiling of his overenthusiastic imagination? he might as well be michelangelo with the way he's filling in the blanks with such inspiration.

the sputtering laugh that comes from buck has no right being as charming as it is. "he did indeed get his dick inside of me, yeah, great job putting those pieces together."

"thanks, it was difficult."

"i bet," buck responds. his gaze separates from eddie's and drifts down the length of his torso, catching on the steady rise and fall of the breaths expanding his chest before continuing down his past his bellybutton. he focuses just below eddie's belt before skimming back up to peer into his eyes again. "he took his time getting me ready with his fingers, and even still i felt like he was gonna split me in half. he got maybe halfway inside and i was already seeing stars. thankfully he kinda paused and gave me a second to adjust."

"come on, man." eddie's heartbeat threshes his ribcage and echoes all the way up to his eardrums, frantic and heady, bass drum kicking a chaotic rhythm. he can't help but imagine tommy's big, surprisingly gentle hands working buck open before slicking himself up with lube to nudge inside. he wonders if it made buck gasp, if he cursed and clenched at the blunt shock and slow push and steady tilt of tommy's hips. he wonders if tommy's got claw marks on him somewhere from buck scrabbling for purchase while curling his toes and communicating without words that he needed a minute.

"too much?" the way buck's half-mast eyes glitter reminds eddie of a tiger slinking low through moonlight silver-soaked grasses. all at once he can sympathize with the position of a lone antelope lurking just beyond through the open plains, vulnerable and enticing.

he perks his ears forward, tilts his head down, looking into the eyes of the beast who's about to consume him, and says, "no."

the antelope places its fragile skull straight into the tiger's hanging maw.

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when eddie makes it through the next couple of days without jerking off about it, he considers himself victorious. he's been doing a fine job of distracting himself, hanging out with his girlfriend, his kid. he's been reading before he falls asleep to keep his mind from wandering too far. he's been working out more, burning off the extra energy that's been vibrating through his entire nervous system since buck drenched his subconscious — and his conscious mind, who is he kidding — with the most luscious, arousing descriptions of sex he's ever heard.

he's doing fine, until he's leaving the station with buck after a long shift and tommy's there to pick him up. he's standing outside of his buck's jeep, conveniently parked next to eddie's truck, eyes crinkly with delight at the sight of them. his voice carries through the atmosphere and shudders straight down into eddie's molten core, a simple and swift, "evan! eddie."

"hi, tommy," eddie says at the same time that buck says, "hey, babe!"

evan.

babe.

eddie is going to dissolve into a cloud of nebulous vapor.

he autopilots his way through the rest of their short conversation, ears buzzing with static, cottonmouth setting in. he doesn't pay attention to the small talk, mind too busy reeling with potential. the moment he'd caught sight of buck's jeep, he was a goner.

where is tommy's car? did he stay the night at buck's, hang out at his place for the day just waiting to come play chauffeur and take him back home to pound him into the mattress while kissing him deep and lazy, like his lips are laden with ambrosia?

"catch you later, eddie," he hears tommy say over the ringing in his ears. buck knocks shoulders with him and nods agreeably, lashes fluttering and lips stretching into a pretty smile.

the best eddie can manage in response is a pathetic wave and a half-hearted, "bye, guys."

his drive home is thirty-six minutes too long. he relinquishes his willpower and allows the fog of his daydreams to creep in.

"tommy called me a good boy when he finally bottomed out," buck had told him around a drawn-out exhale, hops heavy on his breath, steaming the air between their faces. somewhere between the third and fourth beer the space between them had collapsed, eddie backed against the kitchen counter and buck looming over him, cool and collected and beautiful and dangerous, striped wildcat on the hunt.

"he told me how incredible it felt inside me, how i was all warm and tight. and god, eddie, you don't understand how crazy it felt. it was so much, but in the best way. it was warm and tight for me, too."

that's when eddie had spooked and bolted, yanking free from within the loose gape of buck's tiger fangs and nicking himself on jagged ivory edges. worms clustered and crawled up from his chest and into his throat as he stumbled away, wounded and wet. he'd choked out, "i can't," and buck had backed off without hesitation, no longer a fierce big cat but a helpless cub, saying, sorry and low, "i know, i know, i should've stopped sooner."

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when eddie finally gets his hand around his dick, it's nearly enough to make him cry. the bittersweet reprieve of it, the way he's been craving his own attention while being even better at withholding it from himself — there's practically nothing he's more practiced at, but just because it comes fairly naturally to him at this point doesn't mean it is painless.

he sinks into a different brand of masochism found in the inviting expanse of his mattress, world narrowed down to the sensation of his slippery grip around his blood-rushed cock, to the white-hot fantasies splaying themselves out in the darkest meadows of his mind, absolutely resplendent. he tries to make his hand feel warm, tight, incredible, like buck's soft aching insides; he speculates whether or not tommy would talk to him like that, if they were to hook up. would he qualify as good, in tommy's eyes?

with barely a second thought, he brings his free hand down to play between his asscheeks, knuckle ghosting across the delicate skin of his hole. tommy's fingers are bigger than his, tommy's bigger all around. a moan wrenches itself free as he swipes up some lube from where it's dripping down his balls and presses a fingertip inside.

eddie's pace picks up along with his breathing, chest heaving like he's been running for hours, days, years. maybe he has been. maybe he still is.

"fuck," he grits out, rolling his hips up into his hand. his mind is playing through scenes of buck opening up for tommy, tommy so careful and confident, scenes of buck wrapping his limbs around him to draw him as close and deep as he can get, buck so open and wanting. buck, such a fucking good boy.

eddie's orgasm shreds through him gut to throat like the sharp starving blade of a hunter, come spattering across his stomach, stickying his fist.

there are real tears streaking down his cheeks, now, damp and unrelenting, a mix of relief and guilt and something else he can't figure out a name for.

he jams the heels of his hands against his eye sockets and thinks, i know, i know, i should've stopped sooner.

#buddie 911 #bucktommy #uhhh... eddie x tommy?#not really sure the best way to tag this one #but it's definitely buddie at its core #so. anyway #smashed this one out in a frenzy #time to release it into the void like i'm freeing a lion from the zoo #wild and unchecked into the world #that's the best way to wring any of this nonsense out of me #18+ please #not sfw #ao3 has proper capitalization btw lmao #buddie #kinkley #mine

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castiellesbian · 9 months

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#polls #bobby was GETTING IT this season #also dont @ me about jody they were totally setting it up. saw it didnt work #tried with sam. also didnt work. so she became mom (to the writers)

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teaforarteza · 3 days

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag, @nicijones! 💜

Rule: Post seven sentences of your current WIP and tag other writer friends!

None of them talk about it. There’s no point; none of them know what’s going on, so all it’ll do is spear that awful guilt deeper into each of them (and probably earn them reprimands from the professor). Still, Shorty feels better by the time they’re dismissed and packing up their notes. Being around the other boys is a good reminder that this isn’t only his guilt to carry, and that if he’s not angry with any of the rest of them for missing the signs then he should try to let go of his anger towards himself too. Between that and the knowledge that none of them are going to give up on sorting this mess out and getting Bobby back, he’s almost feeling hopeful when they arrive at the shell house for evening practice. That hope is chipped at almost immediately. Coach Ulbrickson has them out on the water again, leaving them with no opportunity to try another stake-out. At least it gives them somewhere to direct their energy.

As @nicijones has already tagged a few people, I won't re-tag anyone on that list. So! No-pressure tagging the following (i.e. don't worry if you don't feel like it!): @borealopelta, @shadowquill17, @seasidesandstarscapes, @sparrow-in-the-field, @icegreyrose, @strangethings-everywhere and @thunderstorm-in-technicolor.

Also, if you see this and want to get involved, go ahead and consider yourself tagged. 😊

#writing #my fic #wip #the boys in the boat

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 1 month

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EAH OCs Finally!

After my fancast (so so proud of it!), finally here to introduce my Ever After High ocs! Gonna tag @manyfandomocs my boy bc it's totally his fault. 🥺💚

Albert "Albie" White - future White King; while the White Queen and his sister Chessie escaped Wonderland, he was left behind and trapped in his world Goes to Wonderland High; Chase Redford ship FC: Archie Renaux

Raya Genie - the future Genie In The Lamp; a Rebel because they don't want to live most of their life trapped in a lamp Her roommate is Meeshell Mermaid; TBD ship FC: Nora Dari

Mayura Peacock - future Peacock Princess; absolutely Royal baby; has so many different names in different languages so simply goes by Peacock lol Her roommate is Farrah Goodfairy; TBD ship FC: Natasha Liu Bordizzo

Fauve Pan - future Peter Pan; refused to pick a side until Poppy came out with the "Roybel" thing and she simply loved it lol Her roommate and ship is Wisteria Darling (and they were roommates lmao) FC: Madelyn Cline

Wisteria Darling - future Wendy Darling; former Royal, becomes a Rebel because she wants to have her happy ending with her love and not grow up and marrying someone else like her mother Her roommate and ship is Fauve Pan (and they were roommates!) FC: Bailee Madison

Eileen Hook - future Captain Hook; Royal bc she can't wait to have her own ship, crew and generally being a pirate (well, she would prefer not give up her hand, but is ready to do it if she needs to) Her roommate is Melody Piper; Cerise Hood ship FC: Melissa Barrera

Clarion Nutcracker - future Nutcracker; Rebel just out of spite bc she actually likes her future, but wants to be a nightmare for Milton that bitch; absolutely not named after Clara idk what you're talking about Her roommate is Duchess Swan; TBD ship FC: Sadie Soverall

Janice Grimm - future Milton Grimm aka keeper of the stories; acts like she stands for her father's rules, actually wants just to burn down the Storybook Of Legends bc she doesn't want to curse and lock up her baby brother for years and years duh (also, she wants her friends to be free to choose their own stories and not be their parents); Her roommate is Darling Charming; TBD ship FC: Kaylee Bryant

Wallace Grimm - future Giles Grimm; he's sure to be adopted so he doesn't actually worry too much about his destiny since he thinks he can break the rules by being not related by blood; also, everyone else at first think he doesn't have a destiny bc they don't know about Giles existence; follows mostly Royal subjects so... technically a royal? But after Poppy he's way more a Roybel His roommate is Sparrow Hood; Hunter & Ashlynn ship FC: Hunter Doohan

Damita Danish - future Princess On The Pea; Royal baby; mainly lives on vibes; only thing that I know for sure that she has so many troubles with sleeping and she hates that Her roommate is Rosabella Beauty; TBD ship FC: Millie Bobby Brown (might get recasted ngl)

Devon Gale - future Dorothy Gale; 100% Royal since he can't wait to visit Oz (but he understands why some of his friends want to have a different destiny) His roommate is Alistair Wonderland; TBD ship FC: Joshua Bassett

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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I have a Halloween request for bob:

77. “The legend said it only goes after virgins...so sucks for you I guess.”

Request List / Prompt List

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“It’s just an old wise tale—“ Payback started as you all hung around in the change room. Getting your flight suits on for the day. “Legend has it they went down between the gully and their bodies were never recovered, their souls are trapped and try to take down anyone who flys over the gully—“

“Ah, so that’s why that call it’s dead man’s gully huh?” You rolled your neck, still stiff from last night. Bob couldn’t stop looking at you, picturing what you looked like under your flight suit. The marks you’d left his back littered with stung, but god it got him off. “Kinda sounds like something you’d believe in.” Chuckling Paybacks way you shook your head.

“A sceptic are we sparrow?” Hangman interrupted. “Thought for sure you’d fall for that bullshit, you know—ghosts and ghouls and what not.”

“I’m more of a see it to believe it kinda gal.” You replied. Shutting your locker as you did your flight suit up.

“Makes sense, you and Bobby boy over here would make a great dynamic duo, bonding over numbers and whatever else would get you off.” Hangman teased, winking at Bob who made his way over to where you stood.

“Yeah I’m not into all that stuff either, all kinda seems too unbelievable.” Bob shrugged. “I’d probably need to see a full blown apparition or experience something completely unexplainable to change my mind.”

“Sceptics are just scared of the unexplainable Floyd.” Hangman chewed his gum as he smirked. “Unexplained turbulence flying in a gully with basically no wind would rattle my bones too.”

“Shut up Hangman we get it—“ you sighed. “Seems to me you’re just trying to find an excuse to fall back on for your shitty manoeuvring.” You huffed, Payback couldn’t hold back his laughter. Bob just stood smirking, his chest puffed as you beamed his way.

“Don’t worry Bob, the legend said it only goes after virgins, so sucks for you I guess.” Hangman spat as you tried to hide your disbelief, knowing full well Robert Floyd literally had you begging his name over and over again in the supply closet of your dorm last night before having snuck back to your bunk while Phoenix was out in a night flight.

You and Bob had been pretty flirty with one another since first meeting at the Hard Deck bar. You’d noticed the WOS sitting off to the side of the pool table early on in the night. Ending up between the sheets together more often the not between flight training and practice.

“Shit!” Bobs hands fell to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he bucked his hips against your face. Watching from above as you took his length so well down your throat. “Oh my god, fuck—“ throwing his head back in pure pleasure Bob felt his the all too familiar feeling racing to the base of his shift. Knowing damn well if you kept going with the way you were sucking him off so expertly, he wouldn’t last.

“C’mer—“ Bob mumbled, helping you up off your knees. Kissing you passionately as you sat back on the small bench. Your legs instantly wrapping around Bobs waist as he waisted no time, smashing his length into your cervix as he cupped your mouth to muffle your moans. Watching your eyes roll as he rolled his hips. “Fuck your so wet, all for me huh?” Nodding you bit your bottom lip.

Been thinking about you all day, fucked me so good the other night I just needed more.” You never would have expected Robert Floyd to be a good fuck. But it was always the quiet ones wasn’t it. “God you feel so fucking good—“ the pad of Bobs thumb working to roll over your clit so carefully it worked to turn the coil inside you perfectly, watching as you chased your high in the damn supply closet. “Fuck, keep going, just like that!”

“What was that?” Bob teased as he kissed your neck, smirking against your flushed skin. “Speak up? I couldn’t hear you?” Slowly his motion just to tease you.

“Bob please, please keep going—!” You whisper moaned. “Bob please, faster, faster!”

“God anything to see you cum around me.”

You felt your panties dampening as you remembered last night. Standing beside Bob as you noticed the crimson colour his cheeks had gone at Hangman’s dig.

“Unless Bobby here isn’t such a virgin after all?” Bob didn’t know what was more embarrassing, going along with it or putting himself as a good fuck. He chose to keep you out of it, for your own peace of mind. Bob didn’t want Hangman hanging around.

“Wouldn’t even know where to put it.” Bob smirked, you couldn’t help the laugh you let out at his obvious lie. Following after Bob as he made his way out of the change room.

“Supply closet?” You whispered as Bob stopped in his tracks. Turning to look over his shoulder to see if anyone else had followed before grabbing your waist, shoving you inside the supply closet with a laugh and a needy grin.

“Fuck yes.”

#Halloween 2022 prompt list #bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd #top gun maverick fanfiction #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd

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