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ellabscrush · 1 month

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— play with my pussy, not my heart.

a/n; this has been an idea in my head for awhile but kept scrapping it, hopefully this is alr. btw my requests are opennn.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

cw; smut, mdni, fingering, reader has a nervous habit that might triggering, dom!reader, flirting, language, slap kink once, arguing, abby is a dick here lol, trust issues, angst?? lmk if i missed any!!

sypnosis; your well known girlfriend who has a reputation of being a player finally decides to settle into a serious relationship with you. aware of your girlfriend’s past, abby’s project partner comes to intervene with your thoughts & worries. back and forth arguing isn’t going anywhere, you had to show her other ways on who not to mess with.

— ˚ෆ ⋅˚ —

“it’s just a small study sesh baby, nat even agreed to do it at our apartment!” abby walks towards you as she hovers over, “so no need to worry, ‘kay?”

she caresses your face and pecked your lips.

nat, aka natasha ferreira, is apart of western university’s dance team. you’ve seen her around before wearing white flowy skirts and layered jewelry. you once heard her talking about how her parents got a brand new bmw for her quinceañera.

i guess there was nothing to hate about her, other than the fact she is gorgeous and very talented with her dancing. this was just another one of your stupid overthinking.. right?

“okay abs.. thank you,” you gave her a soft smile.

“that’s my best girl.”

besides, trust was the thing you both had been working on these past months. dating abby was going to be a challenge. you knew it and your friends knew it. though they weren’t too supportive with her intentions at first, you were convinced abby could change her acts if she reallyy tried.

three knocks suddenly interrupted your little conversation. abby sprinted to the door and opens it to find a joyful figure in front of her.

nat gasps, “abby! this is my first time seeing you outside of uni,” she smiles with excitement.

abby smiled back and leaned for a hug, leaving you to stare at them with a lump of jealousy in your throat.

— ˚ෆ ⋅˚ —

one minute you were next to abby, and then the second the brunette is touching forearms besides her with those stupid doe eyes, glossed lips, and weirdly seductive black platform heels. god she’s annoying.

“your handwriting is shit!” the brunette teased, giggling as she leans to abby.

“yeah?” your girlfriend chuckles, “this is what you get for choosing me as your partner.”

nat shrugs, “well then i can deal with it.”

you tried so hard to not be bitter. really you did. but each time you glance at the two across the kitchen island, you swore the both of them were doing this shit on purpose.

sudden eye contacts with you everytime they laughed together, unrelated conversations, and some flirty remarks. oh, and not to mention the obvious footsies that was happening under the table. like you can literally see it.

“fuck me..” you muttered.

“what’s that princess?” abby asks you, the nickname made nat changed her demeanor quickly.

you turned back to meet nat’s eyes, then to abby, and back to nat.

“nothin’ love,” you put a convincing smile.

three hours long night full of giggling and jokes you didn’t even get later on.. you find yourself yelling back and forth in your shared bedroom with abby who literally couldn’t understand where you were coming from.

abby groans, “goddamnit we talked about this!”

“i never did anything to her, you were literally infront of us,” she raised her voice.

“abs, she deadass rubbed her foot on your leg multiple times and leaned to you everytime you both laughed..”you went on, getting more frustrated by the minute.

“well.. we’re just having a little fun, is that romantic to you?” abby asks with her hand crossed to her chest, her facial expression screams ‘you’re being crazy.’

you were exhausted trying to find ways to communicate without bringing up abby’s past, like you both agreed to. however, your concerns shouldn’t supposed to end in argument. you shook your head, letting out a long sigh and sat on the edge of the bed.

“i- i don’t know abby,” you stammered, “i guess it is romantic when they do the things i do to you.. since i am yours.”

you gazed down at your feet with teary eyes while unaware as you were digging your nails into your thighs. this was a nervous habit of yours in which you don’t realize you have been doing it for so long. your girlfriend, however, does.

she slowly walks closer to the edge of the bed and kneeled down to your eye level.

“you are mine.” her voice sounding more reassuring and softer like you could faint at that moment.

“i thought you could’ve been better for me..” you sniffled

abby panicks once she realizes you were crying, “baby no.. fuck i’m trying..”

“trying?” you looked up.

the blonde sighs, “will. i will be better.”

she moved your hands from your thighs with one hand, while other pushes your head closer to hers for a deep kiss. more so, a sloppy one. she wipes your cheeks and the kisses started from sweet, to mean in a heartbeat. abby stroked you waist, making you clench you thighs together.

abby smirks, “you turned on princess?” she asks and you just whimpered in response, “fuck.. i gotta wake up early tomorrow.”

knowing your girlfriend has plans tomorrow morning, this sparked an idea in your head. abby can become a submissive mess when you’re in charge. so you decide to show her other ways who not to play with, and whose pussy she can only play with!

“so?” you replied in between kisses, “don’t want me to scream your name tonight?”

.. besides, making her miss out a big free brunch with her friends the next day will be an added punishment you thought.

the blonde smiles and throws you to the middle of the bed, causing you to squeal from the unexpected move. abby aggressively pulls down your shorts and underwear. your wet slick was ready for her.

“look at you all ready for me,” she circles her thumb on your lips slowly, “gotta fuck that jealousy out quick or else i’ll be late tomorrow, princess.”

you smiled maliciously in response as you bite your lip. abby then shoves her two fingers inside your mouth, “open.”

she pumps her ring and middle finger in and out. being all soaked in your drool making it wet enough to fit in your pussy. the sounds of your whimpers made her go crazy. you shut your eyes feeling abby’s cold, drenched fingers sliding inside.

your body shuttered, “s-shit baby..”

the sounds of your wet pussy is practically making abby drool.

“feels so fuckin’ good, keep going,” you ordered keeping a strong eye contact with the blonde, “just like that..”

“that fucking pussy,” abby whispers, you licked your lips looking down at her fat fingers going in and out, “you needy whore,” she degrades.

her words were like fire and heaven at the same time. you wouldn’t be so pissed off at her if she hadn’t let nat be all over her for three hours straight. now it’s your job to remind her whose pussy she can fuck. and the only one.

you let out an airy laugh, “i’m the whore hm? atleast i wasn’t flirting with another bitch,” she looks up at your face. you were trying to keep your composure while being mercilessly fucked.

you sat yourself up with elbows on the mattress, “you proud of yourself huh?” just inches away from her stupid smirk.

“faster,” you demanded.

she curled her fingers inside of you, hitting your g spot like a pro. you can help but let out a moan and rocked your hips in rhythm. that smirk of hets turned to an amazed expression once she hears your juices sloshing around.

“fuck baby,” abby was practically drenched under her pjs wanting to taste you, “p-please need to taste you.”

“nuh uh, you’re being mean all day. you don’t, f-fuck, deserve me.”

abby was desperate just by hearing you speak like this. you’re such an angel around her normally, like when she first met you, you were different than the other girls she had met before. she fell for you. but damn that mouth of yours was killer in bed.

the rare times you controlled her was only when you were pissed off at your girlfriend for the amount of disrespectful flirting that was happening in front of you, or not giving you updates on what she’s doing with her girl friends. however, you can’t blame yourself for having mixed trust issues knowing how many girlfriends abby has had.

maybe you’ve been too patient with her? letting shit go so easily?

“shit- c’mere” you groaned and kissed her viciously at the thought of her fucking another girl. one hand around her neck while the other grips her loose hair.

“mmm, keep going..” you moaned in her mouth.

abby rubs your clit, feeling your juices squirting all over her thighs, “p-please baby.. lemme clean you up” she begs to lick your folds but you resisted.

you slapped her cheek, her needy face turning red.

“shut up,” you growled, “better stop messing around.. i deserve fuckin’ better.”

abby whimpers, putting her head back in frustration. she then looks down to see you, a dripping pussy drunk mess. her fingers were sticky and all tired. however, she’s not stopping until she screams your name.

“atleast say my name when you cum,” she pleaded, “please.”

her voice made you feel every type of way. your thighs starting to heat up, a familiar feeling as you have had fucked yourself with the thought of her in the past. pounding noises as you thrust your hips on to her fingers harder puts many heated scenes in your head.

“abby.. oh my god- m’ fucking cumming..”

“that’s my girl, ride daddy’s dick,” she encourages you.

an orgasm was washing over you, “abby you’re mine. fuck- ah-“ you burried your face in the crooks of her neck.

“all yours baby, i’m sorry.” she kissed all over your shoulder, genuinely feeling bad that she didn’t give you the reassurance you wanted earlier.

“abs- fuckfuckfuck,” you screamed out, screaming her name loud enough the apartment below could hear you, “i hate you so much..”

“i love you princess.. love it when i make you cum..” she admits. your legs shaking like crazy, feeling overstimulated.

you know how that goes..

once you orgasmed, you let abby suck her fingers, tasting every bit of yourself. and just like that, you were laying down with a fast pounding in your chest. she caresses your stomach and kissed all over your body, still needing to feel you more. but knew you needed her the most.

“hey, you okay?” she asked softly, looking at your sleepy eyes. she just wanted the both of you to be good. “i’m fine.. just a little tired. i feel like you don’t know how badly it hurts me to see you purposely being all over people like that.”

abby sighs, knowing she fucked up. she didn’t want to be that person anymore. she loved you, really, but her actions just aren’t the thinkable. you both sleep skin to skin while she stays up to watch you fall deep in your sleep.

“i love you, angel.” she whispers. feeling all the guilt in her chest, your girlfriend pulls you in closer.

of course, she had to make it up to you the next day so she cancelled all plans. it’s not like she got up in time anyway.

well now you both know she won’t ever be doing that shit again.

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lover-of-mine · 1 month

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https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/745334896398073856/i-know-i-completely-changed-my-original-spec-on-s7 please I want to hear this! I love hearing your metas and spec lol

Alexa, darling, I love that the original spec was also written on an ask from you, thank you for always supporting my ramblings 💜💜💜💜also @steadfastsaturnsrings, Saturn, darling, I do have more thoughts lol

Okay first, this one needs context, so other metas/speculations whose elements got me to think this one makes sense, I don't think you need to read them for this to make sense, but just in case you want to read something more in-depth about it, I do strongly recommend you read them thought, I think it makes this one more impactful: link to the original spec where all I had to go on was the voices in my head, like legit, we didn't even have a date for season 7 yet, this one is just in case you wanna see the original version of this, buddie is mirroring the couples in Buck, actually and the only situation they are missing is the couple that crashed into the tree aka both of them in danger/hurt at the same time, Buck needs to deal with death/figure out how to live as someone who wants to live, buddie is tied by death.

Okay, so, when I first started thinking about this I was mostly thinking about Buck's relationship with water/breathing and that leading to a breakdown or leading to buddie. Because Buck drowning could trigger him enough for him to have a full-blown breakdown, but a Buck who's already been through the process of realizing he wants to be alive almost dying again might give him an oh moment that would lead him to act on his feelings for Eddie. My hope was also for that to mirror elements of the shooting since I am a firm believer that the shooting was Eddie's oh moment. But I was writing that with no clue about what they would do with the season, so now that we have more information, I need to tweak things a bit.

Buck has a very intricate relationship with breathing which also gives him an intricate relationship with water. The first call we see on the pilot is the 118 responding to a kid who drowned, who Buck is doing cpr on, then we have the baby on the wall who's also not breathing, we have the girl getting strangled by her snake, and we have him saving Athena with water. On a less this is probably just a coincidence note, Buck's first real brush with death is on the date with Abby, where he chokes and Abby needs to perform an emergency tracheotomy on him, the surgery on his leg leads to blood clots in his lung, he gets caught on a tsunami, during the warehouse fire in Buck Begins he gives his mask to the victim and openly states he will hold his breath and the sprinklers also give it the water elements, and after the lightning, the thing that stops working is his lungs. This all led me to the belief that they will drown Buck at some point. Mostly because I wanted to mirror elements of the shooting and one of the elements of the shooting is that it brings up a previous trauma for Eddie. The easiest way to bring up previous trauma for Buck is to drown him, you hit breathing and water elements. Having him crash his car, be driven off the road, drive off a bridge, or something like that, into water is a situation that would be urgent enough that he can't wait for help. At first, I just put Eddie in the car because I wanted Eddie to be forced to save Buck, but now I have a reasoning for Eddie to be in the car.

Let me back up and explain how getting there makes sense though. The promotion of the season has had a lot of talk about vulnerability, and Buck and Eddie leaning on each other, and they need to deal with death as a concept. Eddie needs to stop chasing Shannon, along with dealing with the grief over having to save Buck and Buck needs to deal with his passively suicidal behavior and with the way that following the coma dream, Buck actually does care if he dies, so he needs to get to a point where he acts as someone who wants to be alive and asks for the things he wants. Personally, I think the only way buddie will truly work as a couple is if they get to that point, because a Buck who asks for what he wants is not a Buck who will let Eddie get away with thinking he's always right, and Eddie needs to stop trying to fix what went wrong with Shannon and just do what he actually means.

Eddie welcoming Buck to the world of the living in the locker room gave me hope on that front because Buck finding out he wants to be alive and also calling Eddie on his bullshit while they navigate a place where Buck can face death as something not scary can be good for both of them, especially with the way they keep talking about both Buck and Eddie just “wanting to be happy” because they could walk through the trauma, and Buck talking about death as boring and the focus the show put on Shannon on the past few episodes, showing Eddie and Chris visiting her grave, more detail on hers and Eddie's relationship, Chris’ conflict with her memory, you can have them learning the move forward together. Oliver also saying there will be a chance of things coming up in a not so great light but the friendship persevering can also mean that they will deal with other aspects of their relationship that could create problems in their relationship, like the way they assume they understand each other so they won't actually talk about things that matter and just assume the other will understand what they mean since they are very much in sync a lot of the time, like for instance the way Buck definitely misunderstood what Eddie actually meant with his will or the way Eddie reacted to Natalia and the whole I feel like she sees me. They also need to deal with the way they don't talk to each other about big changes in their lives, Eddie didn't talk to Buck about changing his will or leaving the 118, Buck didn't talk to Eddie about the sperm donation, and they need to.

So let's say season 7 is the buddie utopia of my dreams where they address these base issues, something they need to talk about is how it felt to save each other's lives. But they haven't talked about it yet, and it's been long enough they would need another trigger. But this conversation is the conversation you pretty much can't write without ending it with a love confession of some form, but I'll come back to this.

We need a trigger. I said up there about how they are mirroring the calls in Buck, Actually. There we have a crush injury involving a vehicle with Thomas and Mitchell, we have someone injured more worried about the other's safety who got injured by someone while at work with Ruth and Earl, we have Lola and See Me Norman talking her out of the ledge. Crush injury and focus with hand holding happens both ways, with the truck bombing and the bridge, one of the injured by more worried about the other we also have both ways, granted one is a lot more intense than the other, but during the shooting Eddie asks if Buck is hurt and when they get kidnapped, Buck gets pistol whipped but he spends the whole time more worried about Eddie than himself. And we watched Buck talk Eddie off a metaphorical ledge in dumb luck, if we're lucky, we can get a mirror of that going the other way this season.

Most of my hopes of this particular thing come with the way Buck and Eddie's individual storylines are parallel but slightly misaligned, you have the first love who left and came back without giving them real closure, you have Eddie having too much responsibility being put on him by his parents when Buck is invisible over the fact that he “failed” on the thing his parents' wanted from him, the lightning mirrors the well quite literally, they are in opposite sides of the frame, Buck is in the sky, Eddie is underground, Buck is the middle of a street, Eddie is the middle of nowhere, (here’s a set if you need help visualizing that), among other smaller things, like the way Buck’s first death on the job was someone falling to their death and for Eddie too.

That leaves us with the newlyweds who crashed on their way back from the wedding, aka a situation where both of them get hurt, but one of them gets pinned, one of them gets the worst of it.

So car crash.

I go back and forth as to why they are in the car. I played with the idea of Taylor activating her emergency beacon and them actually going into that situation willingly, but considering everything about the show, you can do pretty much anything, they could witness a crash and then things go to hell, they could be driven off the road, they could fight in the car and lose control, I don't know, but the thing is, utopia buddie who are in a spot where the change from friends to more could work, maybe toeing the line more heavily (I mean, we are mirroring newlyweds lol), getting into a crash while off duty. It's very important that they are off duty because now we're mirroring elements of the shooting.

Why we mirroring the shooting? Well, because the shooting is a banger. I'm kidding lol. There's something inherently romantic about the shooting, Buck wearing Eddie’s blood, the shared looks across the pavement, the focus on hands, Eddie literally bleeding out and asking if Buck’s hurt, Buck escalating from we got you to I got you, from just hang on to I need you to hang on. And there’s also my personal belief that Eddie is aware of his feelings and realized what they meant during the shooting, so I want to put Buck in a situation where he can’t escape what his feelings about Eddie mean, because I think Buck never stopped to truly look at what Eddie is to him. And with where they are, to be put in a situation like that would force them both to confront these feelings, even if they don't feel like saying Eddie has been pining since season 4.

The shooting has quite a few elements that make it as intense as it is: they are not supposed to be there, it’s not their call and the 136 is the house responsible, it brings up a previous trauma for both of them, Eddie gets shot, bringing up things from his days in the army and Buck is forced to roll under the truck after being crushed by one, Buck does the saving alone because there’s no one else they trust around, it happens by chance because Eddie gets targeted just because, they are also done with what they went to do by the time Eddie gets shot. All of these can be achieved in many ways, the only thing I’m sure of is that they need to be in the car together and they need to be off-duty because if they are not off-duty you take away from the urgency of the situation, having tools and immediate rescue available waters the situation down. I don’t know why but I keep going back to them driving off a cliff into water, sometimes I shift to a bridge, but they used that with Judd and Grace in Lone Star so I don’t know if we would get a repeat, but basically I see them stopping to help someone, getting back to the car, and maybe the side of the road gives under them, or there’s another crash, that now is into them throwing them over, or they get driven off the road. There’s also the chance of them just losing control of car, a tire pops, it's raining, something runs across the road, and they get underwater.

Why is them being underwater important? If they are just hanging on the side of the cliff, they can wait for help. Also, we are bringing up past trauma for both of them, if you put them in a car filling with water, you hit the water/breathing elements for Buck, but you also hit well elements for Eddie, and Shannon was also hit by a car. So their car gets thrown into water, going back to the Buck, Actually comparison, the crash, one of them gets pinned. The one who’s pinned needs to be Buck. Why? Eddie is the widower, Buck is the savior. Eddie has to live with the fact that he didn’t actually save the people he thought he did, and he has to live with the fact he was helpless watching Shannon die, and Buck exists to do the saving. So we are letting Buck be saved and Eddie know he actually did save him. It could be cathartic for both of them.

And I want Eddie performing desperate CPR. Sue me. Can you imagine everything Ryan can give us there? Mouth to mouth, “you’re not doing this to me again”, being all wet and you can’t tell if the water on his face is from the water or his tears, begging Buck to wake up, Buck finally coughing wake and dropping back against Eddie, Eddie breathing as heavily as Buck as he hubs his back and encourages him to breathe while refusing to let go of him. If we’re lucky Eddie hiding his face in Buck’s hair or something like that. It could be so good. Because you can also have Buck looking at Eddie like he’s seeing him for the first time in a very clear revelation moment. You can have them looking at each other in a clear revelation moment. It could be THE oh moment.

And then they can talk. I said I would come back to this. Them having a conversation about saving each other, forces them to talk about what they mean to each other. You literally can’t have them talk about what it was like to save the other without forcing them to talk about how they love each other, and if they do the groundwork I mentioned, they can have one HELL of a getting-together scene. Imagine one them yelling “because I don’t want to live without you!” and the way it would be literally I don’t wanna be alive without you and I don’t want to continue living my life without you. And like, having Buck say something like this with the way he reacted to Thomas and Mitchell dying together and how he focused on them dying together, not the life they had, and the way Buck interpreted Eddie’s will as Eddie asking him to be okay with Eddie dying, Eddie asking him to outlive him, and have him look Eddie in the eye “I don’t ever want to do this without you” come oooooooooon, it would be such a beautiful conclusion to the buildup we have right now.

But yeah, this is the madness. The ultimate wishful thinking. I could be so good.

Anyway, if you read this I love you 💜

#this is long lol #imagine not being delusional #couldn't be me lol #911 #911 meta #911 spoilers #911 speculation #buddie thoughts #buddie #i really need a tag for asks #alexa 💜#🪐#drown Buck 2024

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westernraspberry · 2 years

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My occult sims profiles because I can’t post more than 10 photos, so this is first tomorrow is lookbook with where to find everything 😵‍💫

We got

Vanessa the vampire

Abby the alien

Bailey the bat girl

Casandra the cat woman

Donny the dog boy/Dalmation

Fay the fairy

Damon the demon aka @void-imp sim that was given to me 💕💕💕

Flow the fish woman (forgot the ear fins ;-; didn’t forget the webbed hands lol)

Wanda the Witch

Zima the Zombie (inspired my girl ghoulia hehe)

I know some may not be considered occult but I wanted them all together! After that occult eye lookbook 😎👍🏻

Wanna say thanks to these creators who’s creations will be tagged tomorrow!

@saruin @candysims4 @blahberry-pancake @gramssims @evellsims @asansan3 @simbience @leahlillith @sclub-privee @pyxalicious @pralinesims @1-800-cuupid @nsves i know theres a lot more but s4ti isn’t working 😡

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moodywyrm · 11 months

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hiii!! its 🧩!! first off, dont worry ab "taking too long" to answer the asks, answer them as you please!! and second. the blurb you wrote from my last ask was SO CUTE i ab had a heartattack.

anyways ... heres smth else for u to mayb write :

i think it would be so cute if abby came home from patrol or smth and the reader didn't hear her come in which ends up with abby scaring the absolute shit out of the reader. lol. which of course abby finds hilarious but also can't help but have a tinge of guilt. and i could totally see reader trying to get back at abby for weeks but fails every time because abby does not scare easily.

-🧩

ahhh this made me cry honey!! I feel so bad bc I have like a backlog of almost 50 asks n y'all send me so many good ones n so many are basketball abby x chubby reader n I want to write them all I just don't have time :(

and omg. ok. I imagine that living in the Fungal Apocalypse where ur chances of survival hinge on ur ability to be quiet has made everyone, but especially abby, pretty silent walkers? and a lot of the time she doesn't even realize she's doing it. it's honestly kinda funny bc she's so big n bulky but she can be very very quiet when she walks. like just imagine she gets back to the base from patrol, exhausted, and she knows ur still in the library bc you told her your shift wouldn't end until after her patrol </3

and she's just like. fuck it. I wanna see my girl. so she makes her way up to the library, eepy as all hell, excited to see you!! and u have ur back turned to the entrance to the library, ur pretty much the only one up at the front bc everyone else either went home or are in the back. so ur like ducked under the big counter, searching for some snacks u n the others stashed in there a while back. n when u pop back up abby is just. there. standing at the counter like 🧍. and you Yell bc what the fuck man???

and she jumps! bc she thought u knew she was there, not realizing she was walking all silent </3 so ur both staring at each other, bewildered, and ur like. "abby. baby. what the fuck." n she's like???? what did I do???

"baby, I didn't here you come in, you did it again :( gotta attach cat bells to u or something :(" this is absolutely not the first time it's happened. and she's so sad bc she scared you :( she didn't mean too :( but she did :(

literally spends the rest of the day (aka the next four hours before she passes out) trying to make it up to you, attaching herself to your side, helping you out around the library until you can get away. falls asleep with her arms around u, still saying sorry for scaring u baby it ain't that serious pls

u trying to get back at her? fails miserably. abby and her wicked sixth sense for knowing where u are, u never even get a chance to sneak up on her! and even then, ur not a soldier, u don't patrol, so ur not as adept at being silent when u walk. every single time she catches u trying to scare her she's like hi baby :] how r u :] and ur like!!! u bastard!!! let me scare u!!!

jokes on u, nothing about u could ever scare her, unless u like go insane on an infected or something </3 ur her sweet baby!!

#🧩 anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

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abbystanaccount · 1 year

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about this blog

hello... I'm Katarina (she/her) aka AbbyStanAccount.

I'm 26, and I made my stan accounts on the various platforms in early August 2020 after the emotional turmoil of playing The Last of Us Part II. I'm most active on Twitter where I have nearly 11k followers, and I also have Instagram where I post my art and on stories daily, normally sharing Abby pics I see.

I make 3D art with the game models, mostly of Abby. Also I've made some dancing animations you might have seen around.

A lot of my art and photomodes I've taken gets shared on pinterest, I prefer if you're gonna repost my photomodes or art like in a thirst tweet/post you @ me underneath or something like that! At the very least don't crop at my watermark.

My Tumblr I tend to use a bit less, I'll post my art and queue my photomodes and sometimes write some analyses and speculation! I'm addicted to Twitter but it's going downhill and when I'm annoyed with it I come back here more often.

Below are some character opinions etc

Obviously Abby is my #1. We stan. I like everything about her character, her story, etc. We'll support her in the TV series no matter who plays her, even though she'll be a different interpretation of the game character who we have come to know and love. (At least you should love her 🤨)

Jackson crew characters are all fine, sometimes they feel like a separate fandom to me because I focus mostly on Abby's friends. Everyone in the Salt Lake Crew are like my kids, I love them all. Yes, including Owen. Owen is one of my favorite characters and unfortunately it feels like we're back in an era where I see nothing but hate for him 🙃 It's annoying to see constantly on my timeline but I'll just scroll by it, I've seen it all at this point. You can still follow me and hate Owen and Abby's friends and I may follow back you too, but I draw the line at being rude on my positive posts/art about them. If you're an Owen fan dm me though lol.

I have written some fanfic but it's likely not up your alley if the previous paragraph doesn't sound like you, but it's here. I've also made some spicier Abby pics some of which I've shared on Tumblr, but I've been hesitant to do that again after a bad experience with reposting. But I may in the future share more with the Mature label if people really want that, so enable that if you're interested, lol.

Also, I like getting asks and those are open!

#speaks #about me

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thecryptidenthusiast · 1 year

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Title: beg for divinity in my breath

Rating: E. Nsft. Mature etc.

Word Count: 3.8K

Pairing: Nate Sewell/Female Detective

Summary: She always thought Nate always looked good in green. Aka, Nate gets tied up and begs a little bit in this one, everybody.

I don’t ever write smut, so take that as a warning lol

“Are they okay? Not too tight?”

“They’re fine. Just as they were the last time you asked.” Nate’s teasing words go mostly unheard, with Abby’s attention instead on the knots binding his wrists. Gentle tugs and adjustments, making sure no one spot is too tight. “And the time before that.”

She doesn’t miss that one. The surprised yelp from him as she lightly pinches the soft skin of his inner arm feels like enough of a response.

The strays are silk - soft, as green as the forest floor. Expensive, if she had to guess, considering they came from Nate. Sacrificed from a robe or something similar, she wasn’t sure. They were the same ones she’d felt the gentle sting of on her own wrists at one point. This wasn’t new for them, just a change in the dynamic.

When she’d proposed the idea, it had been an offhand remark. She’d been lost, watching him fold the straps to put away. Long, graceful fingers and a deft touch making precise folds, her attention was entirely taken up by him, even as she idly rubbed the slight chafing on her skin (barely there redness that she’d hardly noticed, but Nate still fretted over it all the same once he noticed).

Her mouth ran without her mind: made a comment about being interested in seeing him tied up at one point. Nothing she expected much from.

She hadn’t expected the sudden, sharp breath he’d taken. Or the obvious interest in his eyes as soon as the words were out there. Or his very eager acceptance.

But he liked the idea as much as she did. Who was she to turn down the opportunity?

The irony of it all didn’t slip by her though. He’s bound and she’s hovering, checking in at every step to make sure he’s comfortable. The same thing she’d teased him about before. Reversed roles, and yet nothing was truly different.

Still, she settles back on her knees, hands on her hips in faux annoyance as she scowls at the vampire currently lounged out on the bed before her. “Quit teasing, or I’ll leave you like this.”

And he just grins, infuriating amusement glimmering in his eyes. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He makes a show of settling further into the pillows he’s propped against, making himself comfortable. For just a split second, she considers making good on her threat. Just out of stubborn defiance alone, to make a point. His arms are tied to the bedframe and yet he still can’t seem to keep from running his mouth.

Instead, she just smiles down at him. As sweet as she can manage, the kind that promises nothing good, and tries not to laugh at the smallest hint of alarm she can see creeping onto his face. Propping her hands on his knees, she leans in and kisses him. Gentle, soft and unhurried. It takes considerable effort to keep herself from getting lost in it, in the special kind of intoxication that only ever comes from him.

She needs to keep her head. She’s got plans for him, after all.

“No, we wouldn’t.” The words are mumbled against him, trapped in the small space between them. She catches his lower lip between her teeth and tugs, just enough to hear the quiet groan from him. She pulls away then, leans further out of his reach when he tries to chase her for another. “So, last time: they’re okay?”

She asks like it’s nothing. As if she’s completely unbothered. He has to take a breath to steady himself (and she lets it stroke her ego, to know that somebody like her can fluster someone like him). He gives both straps a tug, wiggling his fingers for added effect before smiling at her once more. “Still fine, I promise. They’re comfortable.”

(And part of her knows she’s doing too much. Going over the top. This is all about the novelty, really. Something new between them. But in reality, he’s barely tied. She’d left them loose enough that one twist could free him. A single word, and they’d stop. Besides that, he could rip through them with ease, shatter the bedposts without so much of a second thought. He isn’t bound, just as this isn’t really about control. Not at the center of it all.

It’s the inherent trust in an act like this: giving yourself entirely to the other. It’s a precious thing - something she tucks away, cradles inside her chest)

He’s still smiling, looking up at her as if she’s hung the stars in the sky, and it strikes her just how pretty he is. Wrists tied in silk, stripped down to his sleep pants. His hair is down, tousled from her fingers, lips well-kissed -from moments ago as well as before, when he’d been determined to be nothing more than a complete distraction from anything else.

A single shirt shouldn’t have taken so long to come off. And two simple knots should have been done within a handful of moments. But Nate, with his wandering fingers and insatiable lips, made it a task.

He’s so pretty. And all hers, for now at least.

“Enjoying yourself?” His voice brings her out of her thoughts. Just as she’d been taking the time to look at him, he’d been watching her, one brow cocked in amusement. More teasing. How he can walk that thin line between confident and cocky with such ease, she’ll never know, but it’s something he’s perfected.

It should be annoying. If it was anybody else, it probably would be.

She blinks, shaking her head to rid herself of the distracting thoughts. “Sorry, just enjoying the view.” She throws him a grin, “You do look good like this. But now that you’re here, I’m wondering what to do with you…”

Something crosses his face then. Eyes darkening, grin slipping into something sharper. Heat and desire evident in his gaze. “Whatever you wish, I suppose.”

And there’s promise in those words. His voice has the barest hint of a rough edge to it, just enough to send excitement skittering down her spine.

Their game is a balancing act now - give too much and the scales will tip, everything ending far too soon. She should feel unsettled, unnerved by the fact he can work her up without even touching her. A simple look, a few words, and he leaves her feeling taken apart and exposed. Laid bare, even through layers of clothes.

(It’s still new, and strange, and- not something she wants to dwell on-)

Her hands brush up, settling on his stomach, the muscles there tensing as her fingers trace patterns on his skin. Her eyes never leave his, watching him settle further back, a silent sort of conceding to give her free reign to him. “Tempting thought, but I don't think that’s how this should work.” She taps out a rhythm along his ribs, feels the rise and fall as he takes a breath. Her hands wander and his eyes flutter closed as she follows a well-mapped path. Up his stomach, along his chest. “I want to hear you. I want you to tell me what you want.”

Nate’s eyes open at that - brown, dancing on the edge of black, locking with hazel. There’s a realization there, cutting through the rising fog of want as he picks up on the challenge in her words.

(This game isn’t new, and he’s finally realizing she plans to push him just he’d done to her)

Another breath from him. Sharp inhale, shaky exhale. Carefully putting together his composure. “Do you wish for me to beg?” He asks innocently, lips curling. Unwilling to give into her gentle demands just yet. It’s moments like this where the sheer level of his stubbornness shines through, and she wonders if it’s a trait he’s learned over his centuries of existence, or a facet of himself he’s always carried.

There’s a temptation in that idea, because she knows he would. As much as he likes to carry the facade of resistance as long as he can, all it would take is a simple request. One word, and he’d be happy to indulge her - plead for her touch, just as she had for him. Repeat her name like a scripture, if she were to press just right.

Maybe they’ll get there before the night is done.

Leaning forward, she tucks her face into his neck, pressing a slow kiss just under his ear. Feels him shiver and huff, tilting to give her more access, but she doesn’t budge like he’d been hoping. “Maybe not beg.” She moves, nips at his earlobe just to feel him shudder. “Maybe ask nicely, though. Just tell me what you want.”

“Abby.” His voice is a low rumble. She’s not being fair, not really. But the almost growl of her name is enough to raise goosebumps on her arms. It’s enough to spur her on, stoking the slow-burning heat just under her skin.

Brushing her nose along his jaw, she presses kisses against his neck. One lingering under his chin before she leans away, moving away just as he turns to try and catch her in a proper one. The smile she gives him is sharp, unyielding.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me.” His voice is sweet, smile soft. The only giveaway that he’s affected at all is the dark of his eyes, the way he watches her lips as she speaks.

Her hand slips down, down - from his chest, down his stomach to wind her fingers through the dark trail of hair just below his belly button. He’s shivering, muscles tense under her touch. “I have been touching you.”

He lets out a shaky laugh, more of a wheeze than anything. “That’s not-” His voice catches as her thumb slips beneath the elastic, “That’s not quite what I meant.”

She relents, just a little. Reaches down and cups him through the fabric, a small self-satisfied smile curling her lips when she finds him already hard for her. His eyes squeeze shut, hissing something under his breath as she traces along the length of him. “Here, then?”

He lets out the softest of sighs. “Better, yes.” His hips jerk slightly, chasing for friction. “Just, not-”

“Not what?”

A dull thunk as his head falls back against the headboard, she sees his brows furrow. The unsteady rise and fall of his chest. “Touch me, please. Let me feel you.”

It’s not exactly what she’d been looking for, but it’s enough of a step in the right direction. If she weren’t just as eager to get her hands on him, she’d string him along a little more. Instead, she slips her hand into his pants, fingers wrapping firmly around the base of him. Taking a moment to revel in the heat of him in her palm, she gives the softest squeeze before slowly pumping her hand.

It’s an awkward angle, kneeling beside him like this. But the moan that comes deep from his chest and the way he tosses head back is reward enough to deal with any twinges of discomfort.

“Abby,” He sounds thankful. Pleading. With a mouth too pretty to ignore, she leans in and kisses him properly. It’s as lazy as her strokes - slow, drawn out. Slicks her tongue against his as she squeezes again, feels him jerk slightly.

He shifts, tensing in one arm as if he’d tried to touch her, just to remember the straps keeping him in place. She moves a little, content to watch his face. Pleasure at war with frustration. Frustration that he can’t move, can’t touch her.

Left to her will.

“Is this what you wanted?” She’s not sure where this stroke of confidence came from. Maybe it was the way she could see him slipping, the rush of excitement that she’s got him.

Maybe, maybe she realizes why he likes teasing her.

“A little more,” His hips jerk up again, as if chasing what she won’t give him. Her fingers twist a little, but her pace stays the same.

“More what?”

Now the sound he makes is pure frustration, head tilted back, and she takes that chance to run her tongue along the line of his neck. “Faster. I need you to go faster.”

Strained words, stuck somewhere between a plea and an order. But she decides to give just a little more.

It doesn’t take much effort to rid him of the rest of his clothes. She’d planned on just pulling them down enough to free him, give herself more room to work, but Nate gladly kicked them off the rest of the way. She tosses them to the side, lost to the floor somewhere, before glancing up at him. At the way he’s watching her every move.

He’s pretty like this, too. One hand wrapping around him, a thumb brushing against the weeping head. Watches the way he arches into her touch at that, listening to the choked moan that tears from his chest.

She wants to take him apart. Watch him crumble, just for her.

Unable to resist herself, she leans in, tongue swiping at the tip to get a taste of him. His lips part as if to say something, but she takes him in her mouth and the words taper into a moan.

Her head bobs, taking him as deep as she can. Fingers working the rest that she can’t. One hand braces on his hip, a silent order to stay, and she can feel the tension running through him as he fights the urge to jerk forward as much as he can from his position.

She pushes him higher and higher, listens to the babbling from him. Wonderful words, please and so good, don’t stop. Listens to him get closer, lets herself move a little faster, even when her throat aches.

There’s a single jerk of his hips, one he can’t control. His head thrown back, hands balled into fists, so close he’s almost there-

So, she stops. Pulls her mouth off, kisses his thighs and lower stomach even as he lets out a strangled noise.

“Why-?”

“Not done with you.” Her own voice sounds strange to her. Rougher. It’s a threat at a promise as she works her way back up his body, nipping small marks as she goes. There’s something bordering on wild in her now, watching the mess she’s made of him. Her hand goes back to the slow pumps, not fast enough to hold him at that peak but just enough to keep him desperate.

She straddles his legs and settles to watch. Tracks the movement of her hand as it works. The way he’s leaking needily along her fingers, the slight jerk of his hips as he fucks her fist, chasing the pleasure she’s dangling before him. The white hot rush of desire that rushes through her at that moment is enough to make her dizzy, to have her mindlessly rocking against the thigh trapped between her legs.

It’s wild, and messy, and she’s never felt anything like this.

He’s watching her. Watching as she grinds against his thigh, going in time with her hand. A coil of want settles low in her belly, and suddenly this game feels like too much. She feels too big for her body, ready to burst, and she wants- everything. All of him. Willing to steal it all, but knowing he’d give it to her willingly. She kisses along his shoulder, his chest. Biting to leave marks she’ll never get to see. Tongue peeking out to taste sweat-stained skin.

“Kiss me, please.” It’s too desperate to be an order, and she can’t resist him. Not now, when she feels like there’s a live wire running through her nerves. Lips press against his, and this kiss isn’t gentle, or soft. It’s a clash of tongues and teeth that leaves a whine building in the back of her throat. That has her hips pressing down harder.

He raises his leg, giving her more pressure and there are stars dancing at the edges of her vision.

“Talk to me, Nate.” She’s proud that can find any words, let alone string together a sentence. She pulls back just enough to really look at him, mere inches between them. He looks hazy, unfocused. There’s sweat on his brow and his lips are swollen from hers. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” The word sounds strangled, but he’s too gone to care. He kisses the side of her face, her shoulder, any part that he can reach. “I need you, Abby, please.”

And oh, how pretty he sounds when he’s begging.

She moves quickly, pulls the two knots loose with simple tugs (he’d barely been bound but he waited for permission-) and then her world tilts, too fast for her to keep track of. She’s on her back and Nate’s kissing her. His hands are everywhere at once, on the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, pushing her shirt up until he can palm her breast. It’s a frantic scramble to try and work her clothes off, neither willing to break away from the other. Something rips, but the tearing fabric can barely be heard over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

“Fuck, Nate,” Finally, finally that careful, stubborn composure of his has snapped. The grip he has on her hips is bordering on aching, but it’s the delicious sort of pain. The one that tells her there will be bruises in the morning. Not that she can bring herself to care, not with him slotting his hips between her thighs as his head drops to her chest. He presses hot, open mouthed kisses there, the scrape of teeth enough to make her moan.

She feels the slightest scrape of fang against her collarbone is enough to make her head spin.

And yet, he’s hesitating. Just one, painful second, but it feels like an eternity in this moment. “Are you- Is this okay?” He asks against her skin, voice shaking, a rumble in his chest that she feels as much as she hears. Checking that she’s okay with this, with him, even when they’re both trembling.

She loves him, so much it makes her ache. Bright and wonderful and overwhelming.

And he’s going to drive her mad.

Her answer is to lock her legs around his hips, dig her heels into his back and drag him closer. Rocking against him until they’re both gasping. Please, please move.

He’s not gentle now, as he presses inside her. Too lost in the feeling of everything, his hips snap forward and she’s full, the pace he sets is rushed. Sharp, shallow thrusts that have her losing any thought that isn’t him, him, him. He hits a spot inside her that has her eyes rolling, nails dragging down his back, making welts there that heal as quick as they came.

So good, you’re so good I love you. Words against skin, spoken between desperate gasps. His fingers find hers, interlacing as he presses her hand down against the bed above their heads. He’s close, if the irregular jerk of his hips is any sign, and she’s almost there. A little more, just-

His free hand slips between them, thumb rolling over her clit with practiced ease, and she’s suddenly falling off that ledge. His name is no more than a strangled cry, arching into him, and she’s barely aware of him following just behind. He comes apart with a groan, buries his face into the crook of her neck. It takes- time, a good amount of time before Abby can even think clearly.

He all but collapses afterwards, for once letting his entire weight settle on her. It's warm, and a little sweaty, but she’s too dazed to move, and the pressure is nice. He’s rocking once, twice, chasing the aftershocks. A moment passes, then another, the only sound in the room is their own breaths as they come down from their high. Finally, when she gets feeling back in her extremities, she detangles her hand from his, earning a displeased grunt that tapers into a pleased sigh as she brushes her fingers through his hair. Being mindful of the knots, she presses featherlight kisses to the side of his head. “Are you okay?”

His laugh is an airy, tired one, his voice muffled against her neck where he’s refusing to leave. “I don’t think I can move.”

“Come on love, we can’t stay like this.” Her comment is met with yet another groan, this one more drawn out than the previous had been. She nudges him, and it takes a few strong pokes in the side to get him to move, but rather than get up she watches as he gracelessly flops to his side. She gets barely a moment before he’s reaching out and dragging her into him, tucking her head beneath his chin. “Nate,” She tries again, barely able to hold back her laughter as he curls around her. “Nate, we need to get up.”

“Later, ya rouhi. For now let’s just…rest.” She does laugh at that, at the sleepy drawl to his words. She shifts around, catching both of his hands between hers, fingers gently rubbing at his wrists. It isn’t until she’s brushing kisses against the bones, just under his skin, that she notices the small smile curling at his lips.

No marks, not that she’d really been expecting to see any. He heals too fast for that. But it makes her feel better to check, anyways. “We really do need to get cleaned up.” The sweat on her skin is cooling and it isn’t pleasant, but the idea of pulling away from him is even less so. “If you don’t get up, then I’m not going to want to.”

“Good, stay here then. With me.” He sounds far too pleased with himself, arms wrapping around her to hold her against him. She could shake him off, if she really wanted to, but he’s comfortable and she’s quickly losing this fight.

“Nate.”

“Abby.” There’s a soft kiss against her head, his nose nuzzling against her temple. “We’ll get up later. For now, just rest? Please?”

She pauses, moves just enough to narrow her eyes at him. “I feel like you’re going to abuse that power.” Whether it’s her comment, or the disgruntled tone, she isn’t sure, but Nate laughs at that. Bright and happy as he kisses the top of her head, nuzzling against her temple.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He sounds entirely too innocent to be believable.

“Right. Sure you don’t.” His fingers are intertwining with hers, and exhaustion is making her muscles lax. They need to move, and they will but- maybe, not yet. She lets herself settle into him. “Ten minutes, Nate.”

He’s dragging a blanket over the both of them, lips pressing one more slow kiss against her forehead. “Ten minutes.”

They still need to get up. But for now, for now she lets herself get lost in him.

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell #I’m throwing this here and RUNNING alskdld #I don’t ever write smut so this feels like a MESS but. I think more male LI’s should beg a little #as a treat #Nate thinks he’s a tease #but once Abby finally gets comfortable with him/herself he is DOOMED #my writing #written and roughly reread again. any typos get to live

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arolesbianism · 10 months

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Me and my friends have been becoming more ambitious in dst, and now that we've successfully killed bee queen I'm considering having us try taking on klaus, but my big concern with that is that he uh. Summons 2 krampus Per Player at one point in the fight and Im gonna be real, I do Not trust our capabilities to fight 6 krampai without just tanking and holding f, which is bad cause one of them is a wormwood main </3

#rat rambles #tbf my other friend is a wortox main so it kind of balances out. kind of.#my role in the team is to know everything and kill spiders with abby my wortox friend does the cooking and healing #and the wormwood gets killed by tall birds /j #actually their role is to bully me into actually playing the video game (aka to fight any of the many bosses)#the funny thing is I tend to go way more ham on farming than they do lol #they do the bare minimum to get seeds while I hunger to hear that giant crop sound more than anything else in the world #its ok it balances out by me looking at them with sad wet eyes asking them to mass produce more bramble husks #tbf Id rather our living logs be put to good use rather than just used as fuel as they both tend to do dkdndjf #anyways I might just put one of them on panflute duty again for the krampai if I do decide to have us do this #I wanna gamble man #plus free wax paper since Im too lazy to go break more beehives <3 #I swear we had some at base but apparently we dont rip

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what-do-1000-swords-look-like · 1 year

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Chili + Unsweetened Cocoa Powder = Buddie

Still thinking about last night's episode, holy hell was it incredible. I'm still parsing my thoughts but I was thinking again about the unsweetened cocoa powder and how that was the "missing ingredient".

So I think it's obvious that the cocoa powder is meant to represent Eddie (at least since Buck is making the chili in this scene I mean). But I wanted to take it a step further.

Not all of chili has meat in it; there are vegetarian and vegan options out there as we all know. But I found this and thought it was interesting:

It balances out the dish.

It enhances the flavor profile.

And when you think about it, Buck always appears to be making comfort food that is layered or complex. We saw him with lasagna back in 6x01.

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Here not only does he mention it's Bobby famous lasagna and it has 6 different types of cheese, but he mentions that it took him 3 tries to get it right.

Abby, Ali, Taylor = 3 tries

Now we have him making chili that is implied to be Bobby's recipe, especially since he is asking Bobby to sample it and tell him what he thinks.

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If you compare these two scenes, Buck has the dish towel on the same shoulder, we see Buck doing some sort of action (i.e. stirring, adding ingredients), he's talking to someone as he cooks, and both scenes involve Bobby and his recipes. The differences are who is sitting at the table, their positions at said table (Eddie facing Buck vs Bobby having his back to Buck), the responses to the food ("It's pretty good" vs "It looks good" "It smells good, too"), the locations (Buck's apartment vs the firehouse), the props (beers vs no beer), Buck's confidence level (even though he says he he had to try a few times to get Bobby's lasagna right, he's still more confident when he serves it up than he is in this scene) and the portions of what's being offered (Eddie & Christopher offered a tray of lasagna and a salad aka a full meal vs Bobby being offered a spoonful of chili for tasting purposes).

And then when we go back to season 5, we also see:

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Eddie, who infamously was not a good cook before this season, has now had time to practice and he's been getting tips from Linda. He made a full meal (dessert included) but the only ones we see eating in this scene are Buck and Christopher. Buck is enjoying himself (loudly lol) and Christopher is munching away while teasing Eddie. Taylor is there but only moving her fork around since she ate before going there. "This is really good," Buck says.

In 5x09, Taylor is getting ready to cook, preparing the green beans when she tells Buck she loves him, for the first time. Nothing was actually cooked yet and it was only Taylor doing it. Buck only placed a bowl for her to use on the counter and was pouring wine.

So now from what we know, this all makes perfect sense and gels together really well:

Buck's relationship with Taylor did not end well. Two episodes before dinner at Eddie's is when Buck and Taylor get emotionally closer when Buck finds out her secret about her dad and supports her. In 5x11, we see dinner at Eddie's but we also see Buck kiss Lucy, and then ask Taylor to move in. Lucy who was a stand-in for Eddie who Buck was hoping would return to the 118 even though Eddie was telling him to move on. In 5x13, the truth comes out about Buck kissing Lucy, after she's moved in. The same episode that Eddie has his breakdown. By 5x18, Buck and Taylor are broken up, and we see Buck is helping Eddie to patch up the holes he created in his bedroom wall.

Taylor was cooking for Buck but we never saw it come to fruition, even after they exchanged ILY's. The only time we see a ready meal that Taylor has for Buck is in 5x05 but we never see her make it. And once again, alcohol is in the mix (i.e. champagne; think champagne/wine vs beer). "You did all of this for me?" So suffice it to say, cooking is being used in conjunction with romantic relationships. That's not to say always; obviously, Bobby cooks for the 118 all the time. But when it comes to these particular examples within the context of the story, it starts to formulate a pattern and more importantly, a connection.

Eddie had a full meal that he cooked and fed to Buck who we see enjoying it. Considering the timeline and the events going on in these episodes, it's no coincidence.

Eddie's story has also now come full circle and he not only has mended fences with his dad but also has grown emotionally and begun to process his traumas and heal. We know that he is in position now, or ready, to be able to embrace whatever comes. We also know that Buck is not in that position just yet. So it makes sense that we see Eddie cooking first (who also needed practice *ahem*) during the season he was working on himself (that also heavily echoed his season 3 arc), and now we see Buck cooking and feeding Eddie and Christopher, as well as for the 118, during the season that he will be working on himself (echoing his season 4 arc). So it all boils down to this:

Eddie cooking for Buck & having full meal ready for him (even though we don't see this cooking) -> Eddie was closer to that position, wasn't ready at that moment but he was about to go through a major development that would get him there

Buck cooking for Eddie (ready) & the 118 (not ready) -> he still is moving towards that position, he's not ready yet, he's on his way towards that major development that will get him there

And another solidified connection is Eddie and Taylor. The full breakfast Taylor had ready we never saw her make, same as Eddie's dinner. That similarity should tell you all you need to know. Especially since we do see her start to prepare dinner in 5x09 (green beans) where the ILY comes in and we now have seen Buck twice preparing meals, and not just any meals, but comfort food meals.

And that special ingredient that's missing (that balances him out & enhances his flavor profile) is what Buck is going to find out by the end of this season, though something tells me Eddie will get there first (and I'm almost willing to bet he already has but isn't ready to admit it just yet).

So basically:

#buddie #buck x eddie #evan x eddie #buddieposts #buddie meta #metaposts #buddie is coming #911 fox #911posts #Youtube

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