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violentdelightsandviolentends · 8 months

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The Look of Love.

Synopsis - You, Buck and Eddie are absolutely, undeniably, head over heels in love with each other. It seems like everyone can see it except for the three of you.

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader x Eddie Diaz

Warnings - none!! just idiots in love.

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - oh my buddie heart was bursting while writing this. whenever I watch 911, I always think about how easy it'd be to be friends (or more than) with eddie and buck. and then this was born!! hope you enjoy reading this sweetness as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Buck twirls you around, strong arms circling your waist. Your feet don't touch the ground as he spins you, the skirt of your dress billowing in the breeze. You lean back in his hold, and catch sight of Eddie throwing Christopher up in the air, both of them laughing.

Buck puts you down and grins at you, Cheshire cat smile bright and blinding. You smooth your hands across his chest, flattening out his crisp white dress shirt where you've crinkled it. You tug at his bow tie, straightening it gently. Your gaze meets his, and you beam at him.

"Have I told you how handsome you look tonight, Evan Buckley?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck to sway with him. There's a smooth, jazzy melody echoing through the huge backyard, illuminated by golden, twinkling lights.

He quirks a brow at you cheekily before answering.

"I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

"I'm sure you wouldn't," you laugh, shrieking as he dips you backwards quickly.

"Well, you look very handsome. I like you in a tux."

You swear you see him blush slightly, heat creeping across his cheeks. He finds his confidence again, sliding his hands across the exposed skin of your back slowly.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he tells you sincerely, eyes never leaving yours. "I should tell you that more often."

"Yes, you should," you tease, grinning at him.

You take notice of his smile, his relaxed shoulders, the way he's swaying with you effortlessly.

"You love weddings, don't you?"

"Hell yeah I do!" he replies delightedly. "Everyone I love all in one place, dancing, music... what more could you want?"

You can't wipe the smile off your face. He's right. The entire 118 is here, together as a family. Everyone is happy, excited to be celebrating Bobby and Athena's vow renewal. It's not often you all get to leave work at work and enjoy yourselves completely. You plan to make the most of every single second.

You feel two warm hands find your hips from behind, instantly leaning back into the broad chest behind you, knowing who it is immediately.

"Hola, Mr Diaz."

"Hola, hermosa."

"You gonna keep her all to yourself all night, Buckley?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you, over the top of where Bucks are already resting. You're sandwiched between the two of them, completely content.

"We were avoiding you and your terrible dance moves," Buck jokes, the three of you swaying together now.

"Are you hearing this?" Eddie asks incredulously, chuckling into your ear. "My terrible dance moves?"

"Don't listen to him, Eds. His ego lies to him."

"It's called confidence! Sorry if I have faith in my dance moves!"

The three of you laugh, bodies and souls tangled and intertwined on the dance floor.

Across the backyard, Chimney and Hen are sat at their table, watching you, Buck and Eddie move to the music, arms wrapped around one another.

"They really love each other, don't they?"

"Oh, yeah," Hen laughs. "Wish they'd all just admit it."

Chimney looks at his best friend in confusion, brows quirked and face crumpled.

"... What?"

"Oh, come on, Chim," Hen chuckles. "It's twenty twenty three. Get with the program."

"You mean, like, love love," Chim confirms, still puzzled.

"Yes, Howie. Love love. In love. The three of them are completely in love."

Chimney processes for a moment, before a light bulb goes off in his head.

"Oh, shit!" he laughs. "They totally are!"

"Damn, men are oblivious. How am I the only one that's noticed?"

"You aren't," Bobby and Athena say in unison, pulling out chairs to sit at the table.

"But we can't rush them. Good things like this take time," Athena offers.

Bobby glances over at the dance floor. You're holding Buck and Eddie's hands, and Chris is too, the four of you dancing and laughing. He smiles for moment, before speaking.

"You know they basically live together?"

When he's met with confused faces, he continues.

"They all crash at Eddie's place with Christopher so often, they've practically moved in. Buck hasn't slept in his own apartment in months."

"I mean, how do you even... navigate something like that? The three of them? It's so complicated," Chimney asks genuinely.

"They'll figure it out," Bobby assures. "They always do."

With that, he rises from his chair and across the yard. He scoops Christopher up into his arms, promising him cake and soda, much to Eddie's dismay. He winks at Buck before carrying Chris away, leaving the three of you alone.

Eddie surprises you by grabbing your hand and then Bucks, pulling you both away from the crowd.

"Come on. I wanna show you something."

He leads you up and into the guest bathroom of the house, rolling his eyes at you and Bucks suggestive comments. He's first to climb out the window and onto the roof, making sure you get through safely in your dress.

The three of you sit and watch your friends in the yard below, quietly reflecting. You're suddenly aware of the way you're sandwiched in between them again, thighs pressed together. You lean left and rest your head on Eddie's shoulder, interlinking your right hand with Bucks.

"How lucky am I?" you breathe. "To be surrounded by so much love."

Eddie rests his head atop of yours, smiling as he watches Buck lean in to rest his on your shoulder. The three of you exhale.

"We're the lucky ones," Buck murmurs. "I never thought I'd have this."

"Well you do," Eddie reassures. "And we're not going anywhere, Buckley."

"He's right, Buck. We're not going anywhere. Ever."

Evan sits up to kiss you on the cheek, before leaning over you and doing the same to Eddie.

The three of you sit on the roof, bodies and souls intertwined, illuminated by the moonlight. How lucky you are, to be surrounded by so much love.

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chronicowboy · 16 days

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shoot another shot (try to stop the feeling) | 5k

eddie gets drunk and cuts a little too loose, buck tries to pick up the pieces and ends up getting more than he anticipated, tommy just knows

"Evan, he's fine," Tommy tells him yet again. It could be the fifth time tonight he's said it, but Buck is no closer to believing him than he was when this bachelor party started.

Buck just hums distractedly in response, eyes tracking Eddie as he slips out of a heated debate between Hen and Chim to shoot three shots at the bar. He's lost count of exactly how many times Eddie has sneaked in a secret shot between the rounds of drinks they're all splitting, but he knows for a fact this is the drunkest Eddie has ever been since Buck's known him. Eddie is wild and loose in a way that is terrifyingly unfamiliar to Buck. It settles like an itch under his skin, tries to drag something out of the back of his head that he can't quite get a solid grip on.

"He's just cutting loose," Tommy adds placatingly. "Let the guy have some fun."

Buck bristles at this, biting down on something that tastes a lot like the rubber of a basketball.

"No, Tommy." Buck turns back to his boyfriend—his boyfriend!!!!—with that nervous thrum of energy in his chest that usually sticks there in the few moments when he thinks a rescue is about to turn ugly. "I don't think that's what's happening. I wish it was." God, does he wish. If there is one man in the world deserving of letting loose and having pure, uncomplicated fun, it's Eddie. "You have no idea how much I wish it was, but I..." Buck sighs and glances back just in time to watch Eddie join Albert and Ravi on the dancefloor. "I know when he's pretending."

You don't have to pretend with me. Except Eddie does anyway, even if he knows that Buck will know he's pretending. It's some inescapable dance of theirs, a ritual that only ever pre-empts disaster.

"Okay." Tommy sets his beer down, nudges Buck's knee with his own to regain his attention. Buck looks back into the face of Tommy's gentle understanding and blushes just a little at the unwavering trust there. "Talk me through it."

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exhuastedpigeon · 26 days

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I want to be your fantasy (maybe you could be mine)

Buddie | Explicit | 7.2k Bachelor party, former stripper Eddie, pole dancing, lap danced, smut, getting together

“Let me get this straight,” Eddie asked, voice as deadpan as Buck had ever heard it. “Chimney wants a classic bachelor party, but he doesn’t want to go to Vegas and he doesn’t want to go to a strip club and he thinks we’re too old to go to a regular club.”

“Yep,” Buck had his feet kicked up onto Eddie’s coffee table, a beer held loosely in his hand, his thigh pressed against Eddie’s even though Chris wasn’t there tonight so they didn’t actually have to sit so close.

“Which is why you made us watch The Hangover.”

“Correct.”

“Even though Hen is his best woman and she’s the one in charge of planning the party.”

“She asked me to help. I-I’m pretty sure I’m getting on Maddie and Chim’s nerves trying to help with the wedding and they asked her to give me something to do.”

“Well, did you learn anything about bachelor parties?” Eddie asked, voice no longer deadpan and instead a little teasing. Buck couldn’t help the flutter in his stomach when Eddie smirked at him, but he could ignore it.

“Maybe we can just go golfing?”

“Yeah, that could work,” Eddie took a sip of his beer. “Make a whole weekend of it and stay at one of those fancy ass golf resorts.”

“T-that’s actually a great idea,” Buck pulled his phone out to text Hen. “Getting drunk on a golf course feels like a very classic bachelor party.”

“It’s what we did for my cousin Diego a few years back,” Eddie smiled at him as he spoke. “We also went to a strip club that night though.”

“No strip clubs,” Buck said with a sigh. “This would be so much easier to plan if he wasn’t marrying my sister and if he didn’t have so many requirements.”

“You’re the man with the plan, you’ll figure it out,” Eddie said, clinking his beer bottle against Buck’s with a cheeky grin.

Buck sighed when Hen said no to the golfing and texted her back that maybe they should just go to a Dodgers game, Chim loved baseball. Baseball could be a bachelor party activity.

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#buddie #my fic #buddie fic #911 #ao3 had a meltdown and when I posted the fic it disappeared so I had to post again (I AM WEEPING)

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bangtanflirt · 1 year

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Wait, Little Rabbit! (Part 2)

fluff, angst, smut

Bunny Hybrid (Fem) Reader x Human Seokjin x Dog Hybrids Jimin and Hoseok x Cat Hybrid Yoongi x Wolf Hybrids Namjoon, Taehyung, & Jungkook

NSFW. 18+

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3

Summary: You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.

Warnings: vaginal fingering, slight nipple play, sexual teasing, mentions of heats, prejudices against prey hybrids

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The next day starts out like a typical day: you’re holed up in the room with the two dog hybrids while Jin is off at work. Everything goes by as usual when Hoseok gives you breakfast, when Jimin makes you watch every episode of Haikyu!!, and when the two men break another one of Jin’s collectibles while playfighting. It’s all going as usual until evening hits, because that’s when they’ve got you sandwiched between them again. To them, it’s nothing out of the ordinary since they’ve cuddled with you on the bed before. However, what they don’t realize is that this is the first time they’ve done so when you weren’t A) in pain, or B) scared. Now, you’re not in heat, but you are a bunny hybrid—and your species is infamous for your high sex drives. So now that you’re feeling healed and somewhat safe again…your innate rabbit urges are kicking in pretty hard. You can barely register the conversation between Jimin and Hobi, eyes too focused on Hoseok’s long fingers.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Jimin’s voice breaks you out of your trance.

“Oh, yeah, sorry I just zoned out a little.” You chuckle nervously, trying to hide your dirty thoughts. But neither men can ignore the flushness of your cheeks or the way your eyes are on nothing but Hoseok’s hands. Jimin and Hoseok exchange a knowing glance, smirks adorning their lips when they realize what’s going through your head.

“You like hyung’s fingers, Y/N?”

You sputter at the comment, eyes as big as saucers.

“I think she does, Jimin”

You attempt to use the covers to hide away from the conversation, but it’s no use as Jimin’s quick to pin your hands above your head.

“Nuh uh little rabbit, can’t hide this time”

You flail around in the younger man’s grasp, looking everywhere except at the two of them.

“If you want us to make you feel good, you’ll have to use your words and ask for it.”

You’ve never thought your sweet Hobi could be cruel enough to demand something like that. The embarrassment, however, is quickly surpassed by your growing sexual frustration.

“P-please touch me!”

Hoseok wastes no time to get off your pajama shorts, while Jimin releases his grasp on your hands and focuses fully on enveloping your lips with his. His kisses are soft and slow, gently exploring your mouth. It feels warm and nice, the taste of his cherry chapstick being shared between the two of you. You get momentarily lost in his taste, wanting to do nothing but kiss him forever—that is until you feel one of Hoseok’s digits go under your panties, swiping over your needy clit and causing you to mewl into Jimin’s mouth. The older man brings the finger down and dips it into your heat, pulling it out and bringing it up to eye level with the three of you.

“Look how wet she’s got my finger, Chim. Such a dirty girl.”

Your cheeks grow to a violent shade of red, and your just about to cover your face when Jimin leaps forward and takes the sticky finger into his mouth. The obscene act affects Hoseok as much as it does you. “You taste so good bun.” And with that, he dives back into your mouth, now mixing the taste of your cum with his chapstick. Hoseok works over your clit with medium-paced figure eights, finding a nice rhythm to make you squirm. Your hips thrust forward into his movements, heightening the sensations. You break once again from Jimin’s mouth when he starts sliding a hand under your shirt, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples.

“Jimin!” You exclaim at the first pinch, causing both him and his hyung to laugh.

Hoseok’s index finger dances between your folds for a second, before settling into your heat. He takes his time pumping the one finger before deeming you stretched out enough for two. The second finger, aka the longer middle finger, curls up perfectly to hit that spongey spot that makes you see stars. The men are quick to notice your breath shortening and the way all of your muscles seem to tighten; you’re close. Jimin brings a finger down to play with your clit, rubbing fast and hard in comparison to what his hyung was doing there earlier. The feeling of your clit being rubbed in tandem with the two fingers hitting your g-spot send you well over the edge—bliss taking over every cell in your body.

The boys’ demeanor changes after you’ve reached your high, the lustful look on their faces now filled with tenderness and care. Your sure they’re hard right now, but they don’t make any move to ask you for help. You’re grateful because you don’t think you even have the energy to help them. Built up anxieties and lack of recent sexual action has left you’re usually high stamina in need of a serious recharge. After cleaning you up, they do well to persuade you to eat dinner outside again. You’re still shaken up by yesterday’s incident, but you make an effort for the dog hybrids nonetheless.

The scene is different from yesterday’s dinner prep: the three wolves are helping in the kitchen today. Seokjin is on a weeklong business trip, which means Yoongi is the head chef in charge. He stares the three of you down, spatula in hand, while the wolves watch.

“Keep it down next time, some of us are trying to cook here,” as if that wasn’t enough, he also starts scowling as he smells the sex in the air.

You and Jimin may be embarrassed, but Hoseok isn’t one to give in to the cat hybrid.

“Y/N has pretty moans, don’t you think hyung? They kind of resemble yours. Cute and whiny.”

Now it’s Yoongi’s turn to be embarrassed, ears turning red as he mutters under his breath and turns away to face the stove. Taehyung bursts out into laughter, with Jungkook following. Namjoon keeps his face straight, attention on an onion he can’t seem to cut. Jimin immediately takes the knife from the Alpha’s hands, making some quip of how he needs to stay out of the kitchen for world peace—this does elicit a tiny laugh from the wolf’s lips.

You can’t help but feel endeared by the smile. The pretty dimples briefly distract you from how this is an apex predator who has both the means and desire to rip your throat out.

This time you sit between Jimin and Jungkook. Hoseok makes his way beside Yoongi, making playful conversation that the cat hybrid pretends not to be interested in. Unluckily for you, by Jungkook is his Alpha, whom he lovingly is making a plate for. Jungkook watches Namjoon with reverence, doting on any and every need of his leader. When he’s sure Namjoon is taken care of, the wolf diverts his attention to you. He watches you fondly as you dig into the mash potatoes and pasta. You make sure to tell Yoongi multiple times how much you enjoy his cooking; the cat acts nonchalant but it’s obvious he likes the validation.

“Joonie, aren’t you going into heat soon?” Hoseok inquires casually, in between mouthfuls of food. You’re taken aback at the bluntness of the question, but no one else seems to be making a big deal out of it.

“Yeah, the day after tomorrow.”

“Are you going to spend it with the wolves?”

“I think he should spend it with Y/N this time” Taehyung jokes, putting his hands up in defense when no one else is laughing. Jungkook’s glare is especially intense.

“Yeah, I’ll spend it with the pack.”

The youngest wolf hybrid seems to notice the worry on your features. “Don’t worry Y/N, we don’t spend heats here. There’s another room that’s separate from the main house where we all go for heats.”

You just give a tiny nod, but Jungkook is happy seeing your shoulders relax.

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The three days of Namjoon’s heat are the most peaceful days you’ve had in a long while. With no Alpha to keep you on your toes, you’ve been carefree in roaming around the house. Consequently, you’ve been talking to Yoongi a lot more. He seems to be warming up to you the more you two lounge on the sofa together. You’ve learned that he loves watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, and he particularly loves pausing every five minutes to explain some interior design term to you. He likes how you listen intently and ask for clarification when needed. You don’t miss the way his chest puffs up with pride every time you look amazed or tell him how knowledgeable he is. For a moment, you get spooked by the sound that comes out of him after hearing a compliment—you mistake it as him growling at you—but then you realize that the cat hybrid is content enough to purr around you now. He’s easier to win over than he looks.

The bond between you, Hoseok, and Jimin is only growing stronger. The two even laugh at your existential crisis when you dive in to fetch a ball Hoseok threw for Jimin. They tease you nonstop about how dog-like you’re becoming after that incident. You stick out your tongue and thump your feet in rebellion, protesting that you are a still as much of a bunny hybrid as you were before you got here.

Jungkook and Taehyung only come into the main house for food and water throughout the three days, looking exhausted and drenched in sweat every time they come. You ask Jungkook why the two of them don’t alternate to let the other rest. Taehyung laughs at the naïve question and decides to answer it instead.

“Namjoon hyung would break us if we went in alone! Even us together can barely handle his heat.”

The answer startles you, and you promptly excuse yourself to go back into yours (a.k.a Jin’s) room.

Suffice to say, you’re thoroughly bummed out when Namjoon enters the main house again, prey-instincts going back into overdrive. It’s even worse since Jin isn’t around. You know the dog hybrids have your back, but they’re not any match for him. And no matter how sweet Jungkook’s sentiment of looking out for you might be, you’d be a fool to think he’d go against his Alpha if something were to actually go down. That’s why you’re beyond petrified when the wolf walks straight towards the couch…standing right in front of you.

“We need to talk. Alone.”

Everyone in the house goes silent, watching the interaction with wide eyes.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Namjoon looks at you expectantly, but your body is unable to react. It’s only when Jungkook comes over and gives you a reassuring rub on the back that you find your footing again. “It’s okay Y/N, go with hyung.” You have no idea how you get your feet to move, but somehow you do end up in the wolves’ room, alone with the Alpha. Meanwhile, Jungkook and Taehyung do their best to appease the restless dog hybrids outside, assuring them that you were in no harm.

“You can sit on the bed.”

You nod but can’t find it in you to do so. His scent is strongest on the bed. Instead, you plop down on the rug, knees close to your chest to protect your organs.

He sighs, taking a seat on the floor opposite of you; he leaves as much space between your bodies as the size of the room allows. The two of you just sit like that for a while.

“I want to apologize to you.”

You don’t know what you were expecting (well, actually you do know what you were expecting), but it was most definitely not an apology. It’s the first time you truly hold his gaze, out of pure shock and confusion.

“Jungkook and Taehyung…they talked to me a lot after my heat ended. They seem to be really fond of you.”

The mention of Jungkook’s name doesn’t surprise you, but hearing Taehyung definitely does; all he’s ever done is tease you and make you feel uneasy.

“They got me thinking of what kind of Alpha I’m currently being versus what kind I want to be. I’ve never wanted to lead them with fear—I know you’ll find it hard to believe, but that’s not who I am. Their opinions mean the world to me. I want to be someone they can respect, and I can tell that my prejudices towards you are making me lose that respect. I can’t have that. I realized I need to really change how I think if I want my pack to be happy.”

You see the sincerity in his eyes, feel the genuine intentions behind his words.

“I don’t even know why I have these stupid notions in my head in the first place. The reason me and my pack are here at all is because we were being chased by wolf-hunters. I know what it’s like to be hunted, to be prey, but for some stupid reason my ego made me think I was better than you. I’m not. Can we start over?”

You would never have guessed someone like Namjoon could relate to you in that way. His admission makes your heart weep, hating the world for being so cruel to him and his pack.

“I’d really like that.”

That’s the first time he smiles at you—dimples and all.

You don’t miss the giant sighs of relief when you come out of the room in one piece, trailing behind Namjoon.

Yoongi’s quick to speak, “So, can we all finally stop walking around eggshells around here?”

Namjoon flashes an apologetic smile, rubbing the back of his neck in guilt.

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The atmosphere of the house is heavenly after your conversation with Namjoon. Everyone is visibly less cautious, and you’re allowed to actually be comfortable in his presence. It’s not like you two are best friends, heck you still barely talk to each other, but now the air is breathable. You’d be a fool to think his prejudices would disappear after one conversation, and you can still see flashes of judgement when you’re too clumsy or prey-like; however, it’s obvious that he is trying to warm up to you. He doesn’t ignore your presence or glare at you with those glowing wolf eyes anymore and backtracks every time he's about to make a snide remark. The most surprising development is that he even helps you sometimes—guiding you on where certain things in the house are or what you can do to help out during chores. His natural leader-tendencies do wonders for someone like you, who always needs directions.

Seokjin, in particular, is in awe with the new atmosphere once he’s back from his business trip. He watches with doubt at first, unable to process you and Namjoon folding the laundry together. Namjoon senses his worries and promptly runs over to his hyung, resting his head on the human’s shoulder while apologizing for his previous actions. Jin pets the wolf on the head, telling him how proud he is of him. It’s bewildering just how Seokjin can make the Alpha behave like a puppy with a few pets and praises; the moment is impossible to watch without hurting yourself smiling.

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A/N: The support for part 1 has been amazing and I hope part 2 makes you smile. Reblogs/comments are always appreciated as they motivate me to keep writing!

#bts hybrid au #bts hybrid x reader #poly ot7 #ot7 x reader #hybrid jungkook #hybrid jimin #hybrid taehyung #hybrid namjoon #hybrid yoongi #hybrid hoseok #caretaker seokjin #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst

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spotsandsocks · 1 month

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Not seven sentence Sunday

💕💔💕 tagged by the lovely talented and amazing @elvensorceress @hoodie-buck @pirrusstuff @honestlydarkprincess @rogerzsteven @loveyouanyway @bekkachaos @exhuastedpigeon @daffi-990 @wikiangela @giddyupbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @diazsdimples

Breaking the rules all over tonight 😆 with definitely more than 7 sentences and other things

I’ve been going over the same bit for ever now so tossing it out there. This needs a title but I guess it’s mutual pining foot in the mouth fic for now

Chim’s eyes are dancing and his tone teasing, “You know i think Bobby has a point! Lost the magic!” He tuts sadly. “Not getting any younger are you Buckaroo!”

He mouths “Screw you” across the cab so Bobby doesn’t yell at him for swearing.

Chim clutches his heart in mock hurt. Hen backs up her bestie with a shake of her head and a sad echo, ”lost it’

She grins when he switches his glare to her . Vengeance will be his as soon as he can think of something suitable to annoy them. However for now he refuses to rise to the bait. There’s clearly only way out of this ridiculous conversation. He holds up his hands in defeat.

““You got me. No game. It’s all over for me.”

There’s a sudden bark of noise. It’s loud and harsh and all heads turn to the source. Eddie.

He’s finally looking away from the window and right at him.

“Like you couldn’t get someone to go home with you just like that” he snaps his fingers “Please! Look at you !” A hand gets flung wildly in his direction gesturing vaguely to all of of him.

Someone sniggers but he can’t stop looking at Eddie’s expression. It's as odd as it’s unfamiliar. He looks and sounds irritated but his eyes are sad. The two together don’t make sense.

Eddie’s face is all scrunched up, he looks so cute when he’s annoyed.

“You know you’d have a queue! We all do!”

And with that Eddie returns his gaze to the window

What u think? Is it working? Tagging @monsterrae1 @the-likesofus @loserdiaz @fiona-fififi @thekristen999 @ronordmann @hippolotamus @spaceprincessem @disasterbuckdiaz @heartshapedvows @wildlife4life @stagefoureddiediaz @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @rainbow-nerdss @tizniz @fortheloveofbuddie and anyone else I missed 💕

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #foot in the mouth fic #buddie wip #911 fic #911fic #911 abc

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excuseme-greentea · 18 days

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Hiii long time no ask 🌻 do you have some bucktommy fic recs for me please?

I do! 🫶🏻 I haven't read all of my marked for laters yet but I've read some amazing ones (some with buddie, some without), so here we go:

do you mind? I'm pining by @watchyourbuck

teach me how to dance with you by @prettyboybuckley

let's get lost between the lines by @capseycartwright

like an empty bottle takes the rain by @glorious-spoon

friendly thoughts by coldbam on ao3

teach me new things by @jesuisici33

(fragile) handle with care by @rogerzsteven

right in front of me by @princessfbi

say my name and everything just stops by @bellabrady

gay experiment by cjr2 on ao3

gettin' bi by @gayhoediaz

first time for everything by @losermaneddiediaz

might as well have been a free fall by @messyhairdiaz

and the coming out series by @honestlydarkprincess ofc (I think chim was my favorite so far 🥰)

please let me know if I forgot to tag anyone

#bucktommy #fic rec #ask me anything #911ramblings

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glorious-spoon · 10 months

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Hi :) I hope I'm not too late, I'd love prompt no.7 for buck and eddie :)

hi, and thank you! sorry it's so late! <3

7. a kiss to shut them up

"Your timing is fucking terrible," Eddie hisses, sounding halfway to laughing his ass off.

Buck dissolves into giggles, pushing his face into Eddie's warm shoulder in a futile attempt to muffle them. Partly, it's sheer surprise; for someone whose career trajectory has consisted of war zones and emergency services, Eddie really doesn't swear that much. Buck assumes it's mostly for Christopher's sake, plus maybe a lingering childhood terror of what his abuela would do to him if she ever heard the word fuck leave his mouth.

Mostly, though, it's because—shit, he's right, he really is. Buck has never had so much as a nodding acquaintance with good timing. He fell in love with Abby while her mom was dying in her living room. He fell in love with Eddie—well, a long time ago, in retrospect, but he realized he was in love with Eddie when they were still both dating other people.

And right now, he's got Eddie backed into a literal storage closet at his sister's literal wedding. He's supposed to make a toast in about ten minutes. Chimney is never going to let them hear the end of it if he catches wind of this.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he hiccups, and Eddie snickers and pats his back in the close darkness. Buck can feel the shape of his grin against his forehead. His plush lower lip, which Buck was just kissing.

"Shush."

"I was gonna wait for the reception. Honest." He had an entire plan. He was going to give his toast—his notes are still crumpled in his jacket pocket—and finish his glass of champagne, and ask Eddie to dance. After that, his plan loses detail, but he did have one.

"Mm. Glad you didn't."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"Well," Eddie says, catching his cheek and turning him slightly. "Means I can do this again, for one thing."

He's being kissed again a moment later, languidly sweet and somehow even more thrilling than the first one was. It's not like he thought Eddie wasn't on board with this; Eddie kissed him back then, too. But now there's no surprise in it at all, and that makes it better.

"You could do that on the dance floor," Buck says, then cringes a moment later. Because just because—this doesn't mean Eddie wants an audience. Or wants anyone to know. Or wants anything at all, other than to make out with Buck in this linen closet in the nice outdoor venue that Maddie and Chim chose while the loudspeakers play some sweetly forgettable pop song over the sound of the wedding guests filtering in.

"Definitely can't do everything I want on the dance floor," Eddie says, low and dark and promising.

"Eddie."

"Just saying."

Buck laughs again, a little hysterical. "You've, uh, you've been thinking about this, huh?"

"Yeah," Eddie says easily. "Glad you finally did something about it. I would have just wound myself up with nerves forever."

"I was going to ask you to dance," Buck blurts.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks. He's smiling; Buck can hear it in his voice. Wishes suddenly that he could see it on his face too. It seems suddenly ridiculous that they're crowded in a fucking closet. Not the metaphorical vibe he was going for.

"Yeah," Buck says.

"I would have said yes."

"Oh," Buck says, and it's shaky, a little. Tellingly shaky. Eddie's hand is warm and gentle on his cheek, his voice soft.

"I'm still gonna say yes. If you ask."

Buck breathes out softly, relieved. "Maybe you'll ask me."

"Maybe I will."

"Maybe we should get back out there before—oh shit," he adds, when the nearest door swings open. Footsteps clatter on the flagstones, and realistically Buck really should shut up now, but he's never been good at that. "Eddie, if we get caught in here Maddie is gonna—actually, you know what, Chimney is gonna kill us, and—"

He can't keep talking, abruptly, because he's being kissed again, with a thoroughness that makes him dizzy. Eddie's got his hands fisted in Buck's lapels, and his mouth is hot and insistent, and Buck could stay here happily forever, he thinks dizzily.

"Shh," Eddie whispers when they finally break apart, so Buck kisses him again instead of talking. They lose a happy few minutes like that before finally breaking apart, breathing quietly.

"I think the coast is clear," Buck whispers after a moment. Eddie hums a quiet assent, so he pushes the closet door open.

The coast is clear, for now. The terracotta flooring echoes like crazy; nobody's gonna sneak up on them now. But Eddie looks exactly like someone was just making out with him in a storage closet, and Buck suspects he's not much better off, by the glint in Eddie's eyes: half familiar fond amusement, half something else entirely.

"I have to go make a speech," Buck says, as much to his own libido as anything else.

"Uh huh," Eddie says, and does not stop looking at him like that.

Before either of them can try to fix their clothes, or take a step closer, there's a sharp rap at the door. They jump apart just as Hen ducks her head in and gives them a deeply amused look.

"They're asking for you, Buckaroo," she says.

"Oh, I, um, yeah," Buck says, and pats his pocket frantically. He's desperately glad he kept his notes; his entire speech has flown out of his head.

Eddie starts laughing quietly. Hen scoffs and steps into the room.

"Come here," she says, briskly twitching Buck's collar straight and tugging her fingers through his hair.

"You're not gonna fix Eddie up, too?" Buck asks, because there's clearly no point in denying what they were just up to.

"He's not giving a speech," Hen retorts. She steps back, pats his cheek lightly, and smiles. "Not that it would matter, honestly. Those two don't have eyes for anyone other than each other right now. You could show up naked and I doubt they'd notice."

Eddie sputters; Buck laughs out loud. Because he gets that; he gets it intimately. Even now, he can't stop looking at Eddie. Doesn't ever want to stop looking at him, but especially now, in this moment of thrilled wonder. "Yeah, okay."

"Come on," Hen says. She starts back out of the room, toward the reception, and as they fall into step behind her, Buck reaches shyly for Eddie's hand and finds him already reaching back.

(from these kiss prompts)

#911 #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #my fic #prompt fic

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specialagentlokitty · 8 months

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911 x reader - new tattoos

Reader gets a new tattoo and the others react? Positive outcome please - Anon💜

You have been waiting for this day for months since you have originally booked the appointment.

And now that it was done, you looked at it with a huge grin on your face and looked back to the artist who grinned a little at you.

“Go on then, just don’t return to work until tomorrow like you said you were.”

Running out to your car, you jumped into the drivers side and made your way straight to the station only to find it empty.

So while you waited you headed up the stairs to begin lunch for everyone, humming a little to yourself as you danced around the fire station kitchen.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

You turned around and grinned a little, holding the spatula out to the captain.

“I know Bobby, but I wanted to show you guys something.”

“Oh really?” Eddie asked.

You grinned a little and rounded them all upstairs, and you clapped to get their attention.

“I am aware cap is going to kick me out one day, but before that happens behold this masterpiece!”

You turned side on to them, and you lifted your shirt, showing them your right side which was now covered in ink.

“Oh my god you finally got it!” Hen cheered.

“It’s about Damn time too.” Chim laughed.

“Did it hurt?” Buck asked.

You nodded your head.

“Oh yeah hurt like hell.”

“Then why do you get it if it hurts?” Bobby asked.

You turned to the captain and lowered your shirt, sitting down at the table as he brought over some of the food you had made.

“I just like them.” You laughed.

“It’s why we all have tattoos.” Eddie laughed.

They all sat down and they began to ask questions about your new tattoo, about why you got it, what it meant and everything else they could think off.

They absolutely loved when you got a new tattoo because half the time you never told them you were actually going to get it.

You just showed up with another tattoo for your collection and it was their new game to guess when you were going to get a new one, and this time it was Buck who had won the bet

#911 fox #911 imagine #911 fandom #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 x reader

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7ndipity · 6 months

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Arcade Date

Jimin X Reader

Summary: When you worry that you've screwed up on an important exam, Jimin decides to try and cheer you up with a cute date at the arcade.

Warnings: Swearing, lil suggestive,

A/N: Thanks to @minnie1013 for this request! Sorry it took me a lil while to get to it, I hope you like it!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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You're expression was noticeably deflated as Jimin picked you up for date night following your last class of the day.

“Hey, how’d the exam go?” He asked sweetly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you climbed into the passenger seat.

“Don’t ask.” You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Was it bad?” He asked, frowning.

“It felt like my brain went through one of those rug cleaning machines. I bombed, I’m sure of it.” you groaned, leaning back in your seat and closing your eyes.

You don’t know that, I’m sure you did your best.” He said reassuringly. He felt so bad for you, he’d seen how hard you’d been studying lately in preparation for this test. You’d been running yourself ragged, staying up till all hours of the night to cram whenever you could. “When do the results come out?”

“Next week.” You mumbled. “Ugh, I don’t know, can we just talk about something else, please?”

“Sure,” He agreed easily, eager to distract you. “How ‘bout we talk about the fact that you haven’t kissed me in almost six hours and I’m about to die from withdrawals?”

You let out a tired huff of laughter at that. “Alright, you big baby.” You said, finally giving him a smile, albeit a tiny one, before leaning over and connecting your lips to his, instantly feeling your body start to relax at the familiar feel of him against you.

You pulled back suddenly, looking up at him curiously as you licked your lips. “Are you wearing my chapstick?”

“Um, Maybe.” He admitted, avoiding your eyes.

“Would you stop stealing my shit?!” You shoved him lightly, laughing in disbelief.

“It’s not my fault you pick better flavors than me!” He tried to defend with a pout. “And I didn’t steal it, you left it at my place the other day.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

The rest of the drive to his place was somewhat quiet, it was clear you were still feeling down, staring silently out the window, lost in thought, while Jimin tried to wrack his brain for a way to cheer you up. Struck by a sudden idea, he made a quick left turn, drawing a curious look from you as he changed routes.

“I thought we were going to your place for dinner?” You asked.

“Change of plans, I’m taking you out.” He said simply.

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.” He said, giving you a mischievous look before turning his attention back to the road, biting back a grin.

Several minutes later, you pulled up outside a familiar building with various game posters plastered on the windows.

“The arcade?” You looked at him in surprise. “We haven’t been here in ages.”

“I know, but I figured you deserve some fun, so here we are.” He said.

“Chim, I don’t know…” You said.

“C’mon, it’ll be good to take your mind off things. Or are you afraid of me beating you at DDR?” He smirked, raising a brow at you in challenge.

“Oh, you’re so on.” You replied.

The two of you spent the next couple hours squaring off against each other in various games, starting out light-heartedly enough, until you started to get overly competitive and started to attach increasingly ridiculous bets to each game, from having to pay for the all snacks to Jimin having to give you a lap dance for beating him at DDR.

“That one was a joke though, right Y/n?” He asked out of breath, growing nervous at your silence. “Y/n?!”

Before you could leave though, Jimin made it his mission to win you a plushie from the claw machine, spending easily twice the amount of money that the toy was actually worth in his attempt to succeed.

“Jimin, it’s okay, you really don’t have to-”

“Aha!” He yelled victoriously, holding the plush animal up in the air as a trophy before presenting it to you. “For you, my love.”

“Aww, it’s so cute!” You cooed, accepting the toy and petting its head. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” He asked, examining the toy closer. “Is it a bear or a dog?”

“It doesn’t matter, he’s our child and I love him!” You said, making his heart melt as he watched you hug the toy to your chest.

“What?” You asked, catching his expression.

“Nothing, it’s just nice to see you happy like this.” He said with a small smile.

“I’m always happy when I’m with you.” You said softly, feeling shy for some reason at that admission. “Anyway, what should we name our child?”

“Greg.” He replied without hesitation.

“GREG?!”

“What?!”

“Does he honestly look like a Greg to you?” You asked incredulously.

“You try coming up with something better, then!” He said defensively.

You thought for a moment. “B-Bartholomew.” You said slowly.

“Absolutely not.” He rejected. “That sounds like a 17th century tailor.”

“That was my grandfather's name.” You retorted.

“It was not!”

You continued to argue all the way back to the car, before you paused to look up at him, admiring the way he managed to look gorgeous even under the artificial glow of the streetlights.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?” He replied, turning to look at you.

“Thank you for tonight.” You said, smiling softly. “You were right, I needed this.”

“Of course." He said, gently grabbing hold of your hand. “You know anytime you need a pick-me-up, I'll be there for you."

“I know.” You said, pushing up on your tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

You don’t know what you did to deserve Jimin in your life, but you would be forever grateful to

have him.

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wildlife4life · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings and @daffi-990. You are all so wonderful and I cannot wait for all your upcoming works! Mwha!

Super excited for todays snippet share. Not only is it from NFL Buck, but I have finally got to work on one of the best scenes from the show itself. Dosed! So I present to you, LSD Eddie (and Ravi!) Enjoy!

The pollen is just so pretty. Glimmering in the beams of sunlight and making beautiful dance moves. Eddie knows how to dance. He’s tried teaching Buck a few times, but for a man who’s footwork is so flawless on the field, he has two left feet when it comes to moving them to a beat. Eddie doesn’t care though. He loves to dance with Buck because he smiles so big and bright and oh, he laughs so loud that it vibrates Eddie’s entire being. He wishes he could dance with Buck now, show him how the pollen moves and see his boyfriend glimmer among it. Tears burn in the corner of Eddie’s eyes and for what seems like the 100th time today, he rubs at them. “Man allergies are going crazy today.” Eddie lies because he can’t tell the others he’s crying over his secret boyfriend. “Yea you too huh?” Ravi remarks next to him. Okay, now Eddie thinks it may be allergies and not the thought of his too beautiful Buck. “The index wasn’t elevated this morning.” Probie relays, “Think it’s a new kind?” “New kind of what?” Eddie is really confused now. “Pollen.” Ravi responds. Can Ravi see the pollen too? Oh god, can he read Eddie’s mind?! He looks away from the younger firefighter and at his hands, hoping it would keep the kid out of his inner thoughts. Whoa, now the pollen is weaving its way between his fingers, making them tingle. “A new kind of pollen?” Chimney questions from across them. “You’re not feeling this Chim?” How could he not? It is everywhere, seeping into every pore of his skin. Eddie peeks at Ravi, whose eyes are drifting around the truck cabin. Ravi can see it, Eddie isn’t alone. Chimney gives him an odd look, “No I do not.” He answers. Eddie looks out the window, sees more glittering puffs twirling in the wind, “I can see the pollen.” “I can hear it.” Ravi comments. And oh! That’s what that sound is! The pollen sounds just like Christopher and Buck’s laughter. It’s wonderful.

Hehehe. I am having so much fun writing this, especially since I have the dosed clip pretty much on repeat. Anywho, hope you all enjoyed! Everything NFL Buck can be found here.

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daffi-990 · 6 months

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come close, let me be home | the buddie slow dance fic | 3K | Complete | Read on AO3

cover art by @daffi-990

“Looking good out there, Buckley” Eddie says as he hands him a beer.

Buck accepts the bottle and takes a seat beside him, popping the cap off to take a drink. “Any chance we’ll see you bust some moves on the dance floor, Diaz?”

“Maybe, if I have the right partner”.

Eddie’s looking right and him and Buck can feel a blush creeping its way across his cheeks. It’s shit like this that has him thinking maybe this thing between them isn’t just one sided. Buck takes another pull of beer, keeping eye contact with Eddie and watching how the other man tracks the bob of his adams apple as he swallows.

“The night is still young and full of possibilities.” Buck replies, and he swears he sees Eddie’s eyes sparkle

Buck and Eddie slow dance at the Maddie and Chim’s wedding

#fic: come close let me be home #daffi writes #buddie slow dance fic #buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fic #911 on abc

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chronicowboy · 9 months

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i (for)get you | 6.7k

It begins as any tragedy does—with Chimney's wolf whistle.

The sound of it is shrill and sharp as it cuts through the fatigued silence of the locker room, drowning out the rustle of fabric as they all change out of their uniforms. Buck winces at the noise, the headache that had been building behind his eyes since hour seventeen of their non-stop twenty-four shift—which had turned into twenty-six with a pretty intense pile-up pulling them into overtime—throbbing in his temples.

"Eddie Diaz, you dog," Chimney drawls, crossing the few lockers to clap Eddie's bare shoulder.

"Fuck." Eddie sighs and drops his head.

"What's happening?" Hen mumbles, startled half-awake from where she'd been half-asleep on the bench trying to tie her shoes.

"Diaz has been holding out on us." Chimney turns to her with a shit-eating grin, and Buck's too exhausted to even begin to understand what's happening—it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Eddie's shirtless back is in front of him, muscles flexing as he quickly and carelessly pulls a t-shirt on. Eddie spins around once it's on, shooting a panicked look at Buck, but his brain is moving too slow to figure out what Eddie needs saving from. "He has a hickey," Chimney announces to the locker room.

Buck's stomach rolls with nausea—because of the headache, not the green-eyed monster tap dancing in his skull.

"What?" Hen blurts out, suddenly wide awake. "A hickey?"

"No," Eddie says firmly, not looking at Buck at all now. "A rash."

"On your pec?" Chimney asks deadpan. "In the shape of a mouth?"

"On your pec?" Hen cackles. "Oh, my God. Didn't think you had it in you, Diaz!"

"So..." Chim raises an eyebrow as he leans against the lockers. "Who's the lucky lady that mauled you like a bear?"

"And why haven't we heard about her sooner?" Hen tacks on seriously, eyebrows furrowed in her maternal expression of disappointment that no one ever wants to be on the wrong end of. Buck might have pitied his best friend if he wasn't too busy trying not to throw up at the mental image of Eddie being bitten by some beautiful, perfect woman Buck could never hope to live up to—it's easier to focus on than the sensation of the jagged shards of his broken heart falling into his stomach.

"Guys, it's not a big deal," Eddie tries to deflect.

"Eddie," Hen says softly. "We know how you approach relationships. If she's giving you hickeys, it's serious."

"That's not—"

"We're happy for you, bud." Chimney slaps his back again. "And we get it if you aren't ready to tell us yet, but you know we'd only ever be happy for you. Right, Buck?" He flinches at his name, Chimney's voice just loud enough to agitate the ache at the base of his skull. But then Eddie is looking at him with something amused sparkling in his eyes, and the combination of exhaustion and pain only makes him frown back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly. Eddie's expression falters for a moment before smoothing back into that subtly amused look that makes Buck want to scratch his skin off. "Eddie, you're not a casual sex guy. You must have been dating her for a couple of months at least, if you're at this stage. Why wouldn't you tell me that?" The hurt creeps further into Buck's voice with every word, a profound and despairing hopelessness flooding like lead through his veins.

Eddie tilts his head then, any trace of humour wiped from his face as it sharpens with a piercing worry that only makes Buck's head hurt worse. He steps into Buck's space without a moment of hesitation, digging his penlight out of the workpants he's yet to change out of, and grabs Buck's chin so gently Buck's breath hitches with it. Eddie shines the light into his eyes, and Buck flinches away from the new wave of pain that lances through his temples.

"Shit," Eddie curses under his breath. "Buck," he murmurs so damn softly, "what day is it?"

(OR: buck hits his head, forgets the past month and suddenly eddie has a secret girlfriend... right?)

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#sami rambles #this is so much better in my head #well the second half #i love the first half #especially buck and chris but.#the rest is mehhh #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic

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