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cogentranting · 2 years

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Rating Non-Disney Animated Horse Designs

I’m back by popular demand/well not really but my optimism’s grand

A sequel to my Disney horse Rating post for all the other random non-Disney horses. Dreamworks, Bluesky, random cartoons, anything I could find. Featuring: Altivo, Spirit, some Barbie horses, and a few abominations.

Horse (Sing)

6/10 I don’t hate it and I feel like I should because it’s really hard to anthropomorphize horses that much without making them into the stuff of nightmares.

Shadowfax (The Lord of the Rings)

5/10 There’s nothing WRONG with him per se, but it’s SHADOWFAX. Lord of all horses. He should wow me, and he doesn’t. Check out Gandalf’s weird sock-boots though.

Hervé (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper)

-6/10 Horses' mouths don’t look like that. Horses’ mouths should not look like that. This thing wants to eat human flesh but can’t because it has two solid curved huge teeth with no physical relationship with its jaw. Also this horse has the beginnings of male-pattern baldness.

Princess Brietta (Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus)

1/10 Her eyes are flat like they’ve been painted onto her socketless skull. And there’s something very off-putting about this shade of pink.

Beauty, Merry Legs, Ginger (Black Beauty)

4/10 Ginger isn’t ginger. That is not a sorrel horse. There’s ONE requirement. Beauty’s the best of the three which is I guess what counts.

Hans, Klaus and Greta (Ferdinand)

2/10 I hate them so much. The core design isn’t that bad but the way they move and pose is. No horse should make that face. The one on the left is stretched putty.

The Grand Chawhee (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

I know what you’re thinking-- “isn’t that a mule or a donkey of some sort?” No. He’s a racehorse. Maybe a thoroughbred. And it’s his birthday so the other horses let him win.

9/10

Stella (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

1/10 She gets one point for being nice to Chawhee. But she’s clearly some sort of alien giraffe hybrid.

Odette’s horse (Swan Princess)

7/10 Just a nice little palomino design.

That little shaggy pony (The Quest for Camelot)

12/10 Amazing. Look at the determination.

Buck (Barnyard)

2/10 See this is what that horse from Sing COULD have looked like.

The Horse in the Back, Not Klaus But I Couldn’t FInd a Better Picture (Klaus)

9/10 He matches his owner and I respect that

Leah (The Star)

4/10 This is horse is voiced by Kelly Clarkson. That has nothing to do with her rating, I just thought you should know.

(Starchaser: The Legend of Orin)

8/10 for both. I have questions but I do not want answers. It’s better this way.

Fred (Over the Garden Wall)

7/10 don’t love that his head is a different color than his body in a weird way but he looks neurotic and fun.

The Chariot Horses (Prince of Egypt)

8/10 I’ve just always liked these guys with their square faces and fun hats.

Altivo (The Road to El Dorado)

7/10 Look at the little curl in his mane. Good personality. A little too much “Dreamworks Face”

Donkey in Horse Form (Shrek 2? one of the Shreks)

3/10 Look at his face. I DREAD what he might have to say.

Esmeralda, Esperanza, Ernestina (Madgascar 3)

2/10 They’re coming for you. Coming to drag you into the Abyss.

Police Horse (Madagascar)

7/10 I like his face shape. Compare him to the Madgascar 3 horses-- look how much more identifiable as a horse he is.

Melvin (The Lorax)

10/10 He’s not a horse, but he’s so fluffy I love him.

Babieca (Puss in Boots)

4/10 This horse has dead eyes.

Onyx (Rise of the Guardians)

13/10 She’s the leader of the nightmares and I would fully support her terrorizing the dreams of children. I’m pretty sure she and her mares ate the boogie man. A true Girlboss.

Yi Min (Kung Fu Panda but I think just an online game)

-20/10 Just from a design perspective there’s far too much going on so it’s hard to even make it all out. Also I would have zero idea that this was a horse if the wiki page didn’t tell me it was. It has split hooves?

Spirit Jr. (Spirit: Riding Free)

8/10 Objectively I know the design is good but my heart rebels against this show’s existence.

Boomerang Thomas Stone (Spirit: Riding Free)

8/10 I’m not doing all the horses from this show but I had to throw him in because he’s cute and he has a middle and last name for some reason.

Horse (Centaurworld)

Why are there two distinctly different designs for her? This one gets a 9/10. The round one is like... a 5. All the other creatures in this show are eldritch abominations that will haunt me in my sleep now.

Esperanza and all the other horses from this movie (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

10/10 No notes. Perfect horses.

Rain (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

15/10 I don’t have a joke here I just really like the way they differentiated her and made her pretty without too much anthropomorphizing. I like that she has a roman nose. I like her feather.

Spirit (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

100/10 He’s everything. He shaped me as a person. No other animated horse can compare.

#horses #long post #spirit stallion of the cimarron #dreamworks #animation #sing #madagascar #all dogs go to heaven #centaurworld #over the garden wall #rise of the guardians #the lorax #the road to el dorado #altivo #that's not ALL of the non-Disney horses clearly but it's a pretty good sampling

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lover-of-mine · 7 months

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I have more unhinged thoughts about Buck and costume design choices, so stay with me for a bit. I will be using Buck's previous relationships to make the point tho, so tw Taylor Kelly.

This started going around my head in a very innocent "it's so cool that they chose to put Buck in green during the coma dream" because Buck wears red a lot. Like, a LOT.

And green is on the other side of the color wheel. So him in green during the coma dream deeply bothered me for no reason.

Because like, when Buck is wearing bright colors he's usually around here on a color wheel because there's the burnt orange he wears sometimes too. So they put him in his complementary color, and the whole thing with complementary colors is to create contrast and I was mindblown by that a little bit once it registered.

But then I was making an edit and I noticed that Buck is wearing green when he breaks up with Taylor. Which is fine, we all know the whole Blue and Green thing with couples in 911, right?

So I just moved on with the idea that they put him in green because the relationship is wrong and moved on, until I noticed he wasn't always the green character. Because then shit gets interesting.

Because, when does he become the green character? When he tells her that he kissed someone else. So he's the one wearing green when the relationship starts to fall apart and when they break up.

And that alone for me is fascinating because oh my god the costume department is out there working overtime. But I am a dog with a bone and what's another time where Buck is wearing green? The fight with Ali. Who's also wearing blue, very light blue but still blue.

But also just accepted this as just a blue and green thing with couples because Ali is not around enough for me to use her to establish a pattern.

But I was also on high alert about other situations he might be wearing green, not that all of them fully registered until this morning when it finally clicked that he's wearing green on the cemetery scene.

Because another time he's wearing green on his own is when he takes Red to see Cindy and when he talks to Maddie about Abby and being left behind right after. Also when he's hiding in Eddie's place so he won't have to talk to Taylor.

I don't know about yall but I feel like this does establish a pattern of him wearing green while doing misguided stuff in his chase of his idea of romantic love.

But I have more points if you're not convinced yet.

We established that he wears a lot of red and that the thing with complementary colors is contrast, right? I'm not gonna sit here and tell you that there's a set pattern on when he wears red because he wears red in multiple circumstances, but I will tell you a few scenes that back me up.

Because baby boy is wearing red when he finally lets go of Abby, on both occasions, and when he's literally talking to Maddie about what love really means leading to him finally making the right choice to stop hanging on to Taylor.

He wears red when he finally does the right thing when it comes to love and he wears green when he's trying to convince himself he's doing the right thing. Contrast.

This show is crazy. Insane. Absolute madness.

Edit:

Okay, extra point here. I went against adding this particular scene because I legit can't tell if his shirt is green or blue here. But I got a reply here and decided to check.

so it went to color-hex to try and determine it, well, this is definitely a shade of green. I actually made a whole pallete of his shirt. This is definitely green.

So another point to team he does misguided shit on his quest for love in green clothing because this is the scene where he's telling Maddie about Abby and Maddie is telling him that she's bagging other guys but he chooses to ignore it.

Am i crazy? probably. But what's that thing once is a chance twice is a coincidence and three is a pattern? Thats 4 scenes with the green and him doing stupid shit in the name of love.

#911 meta #911 #thoughts thoughts thoughts #i feel kinda crazy sokasokasokasoka #no hinges left #but it makes sense #it does

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hihhasotherfixations · 4 months

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Kinktober Day 18: Bondage - Price x Reader

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Gn reader, oral (m!receiving), Price is tied up, teasing

It’s still the 18th somewhere on earth so I call it published on time :) I’m sorry that this sucks absolute ass. It is currently 4:30 by the time I finished this so my brain ain’t all here. I just really wanted to get it out. Hope it’s still somewhat enjoyable tho 👉👈

Word Count: 1947

Biting your lip, you looked down at Price as he lay before you on the bed.

A blush marred his cheeks, poorly hidden by his beard as he looked at you.

Shifting from where you sat between his legs, you saw his throat bob up and down as he swallowed, his arms moving a bit from where they lay above his head, but it was useless.

A deep red rope was binding his wrists above his head, tied to the headboard. He could shift all he wanted, he wasn’t moving.

Smiling slightly, you let your hands land on either of his legs right above the knee, Price jolting as you slowly dragged your hands higher and higher, to the apex of his thighs.

“What’s wrong?” You asked with a little smirk, seeing him grind his teeth as he tried so hard not to mouth off at you. He may be used to being in charge, but he knew that with you, opening his mouth only resulted in him getting more frustrated and worked up. So, he kept his mouth shut.

Chuckling, you leaned down and started pressing kisses to his stomach, the muscle beneath it strong and tensed while you allowed your hands to slide across his skin, up and past his hips, continuing until you took hold of the rope by his waist.

Slowly, you had been tying shibari around his body, knot by painstaking knot, driving Price up the wall.

His skin was already littered with teeth marks and hickeys, the rope running from his arms, down to his shoulders and chest, tied in a diamond pattern down the front and to his navel, where you left off.

“Y/N.” He puffed out in a breath. There was a warning tone in it, but you didn’t head it, simply pressing another kiss to his stomach while your hands tugged at the rope, tightening it.

“Almost there, captain.” You murmured, pleased.

Sitting back up you regarded him for a second, watching his chest rise and fall, the sound slightly laboured as he lay there, waiting for you.

“What?” He asked after a moment, seeming to get more flustered and you smiled, leaning forward and placing your hands on either side of him on the bed, leaning on them as you crawled on top of him before pushing your lips to his, kissing him eagerly, to which he responded in kind.

Almost instantly, you heard the telltale creak of the headboard as he tugged at the ropes, eager to touch you and pull you deeper into the kiss, yet unable.

“John…” You mumbled the warning against his lips, opening your eyes slowly to look at him, seeing him already looking at you with blown out eyes, his head moving forward to intercept you into another kiss.

Letting him, you kissed back, opening your mouth to roll your tongue into his, your hands moving from keeping you up, to instead roam down his sides and back to his thighs.

Slowly, you dragged your nails down the sensitive skin, earning a groan from Price, his hips bucking up into you.

Painfully hard already, his cock rubbed past one of your thighs thanks to how you were leaned over his body, leaving a smear of precum glistening on your skin.

“Y/N, please.” He panted softly, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again and you hummed, indulging in it while your hands slid down to the underside of his thighs.

After a few seconds, you pulled away from the kiss, squeezing at his skin while you whispered. “I’m not done yet.”

Frowning in confusion, Price didn’t have a moment longer to think about it as you suddenly raised his legs, forcing them up towards his chest by pushing against the hollow of his knees.

With a hitched breath, he watched you manoeuvre him, dutifully staying still while you began to lead the rope from his waist to his legs, wrapping it one by one both below and above his knees, forcing them to bend against itself and stay upright, suspended in the air and making his breathing pick up.

“Y/N, I don’t think-“ “Sssh, you’re being so good for me.” You interrupted and Price instantly shut up, wetting his lips as he watched you loop the rope a few more times before tying the knot on his right leg as well, fully tying him down. “Are you still okay for me to continue?” You then asked, rubbing your hand up and down his leg in a comforting gesture, watching as Price then nodded, seeming more calm – though no less excited.

Happy that he was still comfortable, you shifted to be better seated on your knees, leaning left and taking hold of his leg. With a little smile, you started slowly kissing down his thigh, from his knee, further and further down. With every other kiss, you gently grazed your teeth over his skin, moving from his upper leg down to his thigh, where you left light bites all the way down, making Price jerk despite being unable to move much.

“Stay still now.” You hummed, teasing him just a bit more before you glanced at the one place you had been neglecting all evening.

Right in front of you, Price’s cock was standing, hard as a rock and precum dribbling down the shaft.

With every touch to his inner thigh, you could practically see him twitch, desperately needing some attention.

Biting your lip, you debated for just a second, only to soften your gaze. He’d been led on enough.

Carefully, you leaned in, pressing your lips to the base. Price subtly gasped at the touch, sensitive as he felt you slowly start kissing up his shaft, your hands placed on his thighs, keeping his legs spread to make room for yourself.

“Fuck-“ He cursed as you kissed around his cock, moving up and down over and over, teasing him even more. “Y/N-“ He groaned and you chuckled.

“What was that?” You asked, knowing full well what you were doing as you then leaned in, sticking your tongue out and running it from the base, all the way to the tip, tasting his salty precum.

“Stop it already.” Price groaned, the muscles in his stomach tensing as you then shallowly wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking for just a second before pulling off. “No, shit-!” Price huffed, bucking his hips towards you.

“You’re not being very clear, captain.” You spoke and Price let out a stuttery breath, glaring down at you, though the effect was heavily negated by his blush.

Grinding his teeth, the man instead decided to stay silent and you smiled, licking a stripe up his shaft again before deciding to stop teasing, finally opening your mouth and taking it in.

As the warmth of your mouth enveloped him, Price gasped out a breath, his eyes nearly rolling back as they closed. “Fuck-“

Encouraged by that, you hollowed your cheeks and began to suck, slowly starting to bob your head up and down.

Panting a little harder already, Price felt his toes curl, unable to do anything else in his current position, the rope keeping friction on his skin as he tried to move.

Humming softly, you brought your right hand down, gathering some precum and spit as you slowly started to pump the base, working in tandem with your mouth.

Puffing out a breath, Price panted, his mouth open and alternating between watching you and dropping his head back to the pillow, trying to not make noise as he felt you suck him off.

Squeezing your hand while you pumped, you pulled your mouth back a bit, starting to swirl your tongue around the tip, pulling a groan from Price as he bucked his hips, accidentally forcing himself deeper.

Instead of commenting on it however, you took it in stride, glancing up and keeping your eyes on his face as you started bobbing your head again, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth, fighting against your gag reflex.

“Bloody hell, just like that.” Price grunted, his fists clenched as he kept his eyes on you, watching the way your mouth looked wrapped around his cock, watching you take half of him, your tongue rubbing past the underside with every move.

Speeding up, you felt your spit gathering, wetting his cock and aiding the pump of your hand though you didn’t care, just keeping your eyes on his face, watching it contort in pleasure.

Every touch, suck and move had Price twitching and jolting beneath you, his limbs straining in the shibari rope as he tried to keep his composure, his blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears and even down his neck.

Pulling back for breath, you panted for a bit, letting your free hand run up his stomach, tracing the shibari pattern while your other hand continued jerking him, a small moan leaving Price while you caught your breath, instantly going back down on him once you did.

Arching his back as best as he could, Price groaned in pleasure, his chest heaving up and down as he panted, feeling his climax nearing, embarrassed from how quickly he was coming undone.

Feeling his cock jerk beneath your tongue, you doubled your efforts, relaxing your throat as you sped up, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth, quickly bobbing your head up and down while wetly gagging.

“Fuck, fuck!” Price groaned, barely able to suppress a moan as he felt you start to deepthroat him, his whole body feeling on fire as he lay there, tied up and hanging, limply unable to move, unable to grab you, unable to guide you or touch you.

Sensing he was getting closer, you hummed on purpose, sending the vibrations straight through him and causing his legs to close up around you.

Unbothered, you shifted your hand from the base of his cock, down, starting to gently play with his balls while you sucked.

Feeling the touch, Price gasped before arching his back and letting out a moan. “Shit, I’m gonna-“

Doubling your efforts, you hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down, taking his cock as far into your mouth as you could, feeling his tip touch the back of your throat.

Moaning, Price jerked his hips, forcing the last of his length into your mouth though you quickly pushed him down, easily overpowering him as you continued to suck, Price arching his back as his breath hitched and stuttered.

Sucking sharply at the tip while squeezing at his balls, Price came undone.

With a loud moan, he emptied himself into your awaiting mouth, spurts of thick, white cum shooting down your throat.

Closing your eyes in delight, you relished the taste as you continued to suck until he finished, slumping back down on the bed as he lay panting, his cock in your mouth, his limbs tied and his cheeks a blazing red.

Pulling off, you were panting, reaching up and wiping the remnants of his cum from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, sucking the digit clean before you focused back on him, seeing his eyes firmly glued to your thumb and lips.

Sensing you looking at him, his eyes trailed up until they met yours. “What?” You asked softly with a small smirk.

Briefly worrying his bottom lip, Price then firmly tugged on the ropes binding his wrists, his own gaze turning more suggestive, making you shift a bit, wondering what was going on in his head. And you didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“Why don’t you untie me? And let me return the favour.”

#hih kinktober 2023 #john price x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #john price #price x reader #captain price smut #cod x reader #john price smut

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writerdownacross · 11 days

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I’m firmly in the “Buck should have a love interest that feels like a person” and “If Buck’s happy, I’m happy” camps

But don’t forget this all too important fact: it’s still too easy

Of course that’s apart from the whole identity-shifting-in-your-30s part. But the people that matter to Buck won’t give a damn that about his sexuality (we sadly can’t say the same for Eddie which is a whole other thing I could scream about for days)

But back to Buck’s latest match: it’s THE SAME PATTERN

Unless they come in with a twist of some sort, BuckTommy is following the same structure:

Someone flirts

Someone makes a move

They go on a date and it goes bad (4 out of 5 times to my memory)

They reconcile and keep up the relationship until ReasonsTM break them up

Now I would love to see Buck explore his first queer relationship and be happy (for once). I want that man to have the chance to shove his tongue down Tommy’s throat in peace. I would even love to see this explored well into Season 8 like Buck in a healthy relationship would be revolutionary

But don’t get it twisted. 911 has defined its view of love explicitly and continues to elaborate on those themes through its main couples.

For reference:

“When you’re at your worst and they’re at their worst and you have every reason to give up but you keep trying.” “Isn’t that what we all want in a partner? Someone who has your back?”

Love is HARD in the world of 911 - for everyone.

I’m not saying they couldn’t explore this and build up Buck and Tommy or any other love interest to the required level of soulmateism. But only one Buck pairing currently fits the bill.

Also look at all the other main couples on the show and then look at 911’s criminal record. They would NEVER pass up on the chance to create the most traumatizing scenarios to put their lovers in so they “come out in the other side stronger.”

First date Madney ends with one stabbed and one kidnapped. Let’s not even TALK about what they put Henren through. You don’t even have to look too far - the TSUNAMI EPISODES??? Bathena went through SO much if you really unpack it???

These guys eat angsty couple moments for breakfast - especially early days couples (the serious ones anyway)

Anyway the point of this post is: Buddie endgame

But they’ll have to suffer (a lot) to get there.

#buddie #buddie 911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 on abc #911 tv show #ryan guzman #buck buckley #oliver stark #Tommy kinard #bucktommy

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espinosaurusrexex · 2 years

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Flowers and Things

BuckyBarnes x female!reader

summary: Who would have thought that Bucky "The Winter Soldier" Barnes would ever have a crush on the sweet sweet team member Y/N? Well, certainly not Sam, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to tease him about it. Bucky is determined to buy Y/N a birthday gift, and his best friend's suggestions seem a little too stupid to pursue. Let's hope his own idea is good enough for her...

a/n: I needed more soft!Bucky and I felt like you did too

This is not really proof read so I might work it over again. All mistakes are my own.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: fluffy Bucky (he still got game but it’s cute now), swearing, a little angsty, more fluffff, Bucky and Sam being Bucky and Sam

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

Bucky hated it here. The scented candles mixed in one giant cloud of barf and the twinkle lights made him dizzy. He would have just gone to the florist and picked up a bouquet of flowers but when he had asked Sam about it, he had made him doubt that decision. So now he was here, watching yet another flashing ‘SALE’ sign hang over the aisle he passed. This one was filled with bedsheets. All shapes and sizes, as many fabrics as Bucky could only imagine. All feeling different and all having other patterns. He huffed again. This was ridiculous. Sam was the worst when it came to advice.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? It’s practical and sends a message!”

“That's not what you buy a lady, Sam.”

“Oh really? Since when do you know that type of stuff?”

“I don't-“ Bucky pinched his nose and took a deep breath. “I just know that’s not the thing she wants okay?”

“Don’t tell me you know about things, Bucky. You are the only person I know that doesn’t have any things. So don’t come at me and tell me that I don’t know.”

He looked at him in disbelief.

“I have things.” Bucky didn’t know why he was so offended. Bucky’s apartment was simple. He was a simple man. So he really didn't see anything wrong with it. He had things. He had a chair. A mug, he had found it down by the window of some old lady’s house. Yes, it was technically stolen but he had really needed something to drink out of in Romania and well, there was a fun cat on the mug, so he had taken it. He had a pillow - two actually. One on the chair and one on the floor, where his only blanked lay. He had one set of cutlery and he had a deep plate. He had A pair of boots and he had about 4 T-shirts, maybe 5 - oh and that red henley. He had a very cool leather jacket and he had some gloves. So yes, Bucky was a simple man. He had always been. Okay, maybe not that simple and maybe not always by choice, but that wasn’t the point right now.

“Like what?”

“I have a chair.” And it was true. Buck had one single chair in his living room. Because he was only one person. That was enough, right?

Sam’s eyebrows raised. “Are you hearing yourself?”

“Sam!” The frustration between the two was clearly evident, but Bucky didn’t really know how to counter that. He just watched as his friend continued with the argument he was about to make.

“Bucky, you own the same shirt three times. And that’s it, you have no other shirts. Just believe me on this one and buy her bedsheets” That wasn’t true, he owned that red henley too... and he loved it.

“I’m not gonna buy her bedsheets.” Even if Bucky did not have any better idea, he for sure knew that this one was not up for debate. Fucking bedsheets. Who would give anyone bedsheets for their birthday if they weren’t their grandma?

“Whatever man, do what you want.” Sam waved off as he turned around and left the room with a shaking head.

“I will,” Bucky called after him with confidence. “Thanks for not helping!”

So apparently women didn't like flowers anymore. And since Sam was not of any help to suggest anything better, Bucky found himself in aisle six of the department store. Lost and frightened and annoyed at how complicated things were in the 21st century.

He was browsing through a particular hideous set of garden gnomes when a chipper blonde approached him with a bright and flashing smile.

“Can I help you with anything?” She asked and the joy in her eyes seemed to explode right out of her. To be honest, Bucky never understood how people could find happiness in approaching random strangers and bothering them when they clearly wanted to be alone. He wasn’t a fan of small talk, and he wasn’t too keen on talking to strangers, either.

“I... uh...” He was still a little startled by the woman’s sudden appearance and her confidence didn’t make it any easier to keep calm. She was determined to help him, Bucky could see it in her eyes, the way she held herself - everything screamed ‘happy customers’. “I don’t know?”

“Are you looking for anything specific?” She questioned further. His eyes wandered to her name tag: Terri. Yes, that fit.

“I don’t know.” Bucky reiterated, suddenly very aware of how lost he was in the huge store.

“Well, who are you shopping for?” That smile didn’t falter. Bucky just blushed. He somehow felt busted, even though, what he was doing and who he was doing it for could concern that lady very little.

“Oh, I See.” The woman nodded knowingly. The smirk on her face grew even wider and the excitement in her eyes was unbelievably intruding. “A special someone.”

“She’s not-“ He huffed frustratedly before his shoulders slumped. He would certainly not tell this stranger about the girl he was planning to court, much less that this girl was a coworker and a friend and that his chance at making a move was dependent on the woman practically vibrating in excitement. “It’s complicated.”

“Don’t you worry. We’ll find the perfect makeup gift for her.” And without another word, Terri sped off through the aisles, and Bucky was forced to follow her. She led him past the horrible scented candles and through the bedsheets until she finally stopped in the middle of the store. A large glass case spread in a square in front of her and upon further investigation, Bucky could see the things beneath the surface twinkling in the harsh store light.

His head grew even redder, the heat creeping down his neck and making his body sweat anxiously. Jewelry. He couldn’t get Y/N jewelry. That was way too much and way too suggestive for the relationship he had with her. Only boyfriends got women jewelry, and even though he wanted to be that one day, now was definitely not the right time.

The blonde clapped her hands. “There is not one set of earrings that has made me stay mad at my husband.” She reached down and held up one pair after the other as Bucky dug his hands deep into his pants pockets. Every time she held up another pair, he just shook his head embarrassed.

This was not what he wanted, this was not what Y/N wanted, he thought while staring blankly ahead, smiling and shaking his head no every now and then to keep the store lady occupied. He had to get out of here - away from all the fancy, shiny things and the weirdly shaped garden items. So sure enough, when Terri reached down for the 7th time, he quickly turned around and bolted. Around the corner and straight towards the exit.

When the fresh air hit his face, he felt as though he could finally think clearly again. The heat in his head slowly subsided and he made his way down the street. His head held low, and his hands hidden in his jacket pockets, he traded along the sidewalk, past jewelry stores and bakeries, small boutiques, and restaurants. He shook his head. All Bucky had wanted was a simple gift for her. Something small and sweet. But all he had was a pile of frustration and a whole bunch of hustle and he was still standing with empty hands. Who would have thought that dating would become so difficult? Back in the day, he thought, he would have probably already asked her out. But he was a different man now. He didn’t mind that anymore, but it still took him a while to get back to his old ways.

Bucky was about to just head home, dwell in his anger and forget about the stupid idea to buy a gift for Y/N. Really, how could he have been so dumb from the start? There was probably nothing he would ever feel was good enough for her, because, in his eyes, she was the only perfect thing there was. Everything else had yet to live up to her. She also didn’t need anything. At least that was what she had always said when Tony started planning her birthday party after the meeting the other week.

When he was about to cross the street, though, a red sign caught his eye, and Bucky suddenly knew that he had found it: The perfect thing.

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Bucky fumbled with the blue bow tied around his gift. He was nervous, to say the least, and his right hand found comfort in the softness of the ribbon. He stood before Y/N’s door. It was her birthday - her actual birthday. The party would be this weekend, but Bucky didn’t want to give it to her then. He didn't want everyone to see him giving it to her either. It was late too. The small Avengers get-together had already ended well over an hour ago, and well, for some reason, Bucky had found himself in front of her door, moments away from knocking.

That was, if his mind would finally stop taking his confidence away. What if she didn’t like it? What if she thought it was weird of him to get her something? He hadn’t thought about that before - he had been too occupied with finding something that would put that beautiful smile on her face. While his mind began to spiral into the infinite worry of what-if possibilities, Bucky didn’t notice the door before him open and a surprised Y/N standing before him with a load of laundry in her hand.

“Bucky?”

He looked up, the panic on his face doing little to hide and Y/N instantly set the basket aside. Her hands found his arms as she looked at him with round eyes. “Is everything okay?”

It took a couple seconds for Bucky to collect himself, but when he did his cheeks tinted in soft pink. “I got you something,” he confessed after ignoring the tingle her touch sent through his body and stretched his hand out to her, the light blue ribbon a little deformed from his constant fumbling second earlier.

“Oh?” Her eyes gleamed in surprise. “That’s very sweet of you, Bucky.” Y/N took the gift from his hand, feeling the weight of it and silently guessing what he could have possibly gotten her. A smile spread about her lips at the sweet gesture. Bucky and Y/N were colleagues - friends. Maybe a little more, but nothing had ever happened. It didn’t go unnoticed, however, that they looked at each other in a very special kind of way. Always stealing glances when the other wasn’t watching. So much so, that it frustrated the whole team - they would never say anything though. The both of them were way too private for that, though it didn’t keep Sam from silently punching the air with a boyish grin after Bucky had asked him what he should give Y/N for her birthday.

Y/N gestured for him to enter, and closed the door behind him when he did. When Bucky stood a little lost in her living room, she began to unpack the gift. The soft ripping of paper filled the silence and Bucky nervously wrung his hands at the sight of it. Y/N’s eyes lit up when she finally revealed the item and when they did, Bucky’s nervousness washed away.

“You remembered?” She looked up from the book in her hand. The deep green cover with the golden font glimmered under her delicate fingers as she stroked it.

Bucky treaded from one foot to the other, his hand finding its way to his neck. “Of course I remembered.” A shy smile snuck on his face.

“You know Bucky is a nerd?” Sam teased over her shoulder after stealing some grapes from the bowl in her lap.

Y/N’s head piqued up in interest, watching the confused brunette at the other side of the sofa. Bucky shot Sam a disappointed look, equally confused as to what he was hinting towards.

“I found out that he read ‘The Hobbit’ when it first came out. He’s literally the #1 fan.” The smug smile on his face turned sheepish at the bad joke.

Bucky huffed, waiting for another teasing remark, but it never came.

“It’s actually on my reading list, too. But I haven’t found one with a pretty cover for my bookshelf yet.” Her smile was shy as she searched Bucky’s eyes and found them with an adoring look glazed over his pupils.

Sam just watched the interaction, feeling partly accomplished, and party frustrated that his plan to embarrass Bucky didn’t work.

“I don’t know if you still want to get into it, but if you have any concerns, I’m always happy to tell you the story... I know the book can be a little slow in parts.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears when she looked up again. Her lip quivered before she pulled them into a smile. She placed the book on the table and slung her arms around him “Thank you so much, Buck,” she mumbled into his shoulder and Bucky grew warm from her soft voice.

“I’m glad you like it,” he mumbled back, inhaling the scent of her hair and finding comfort in it.

Her frame pulled back, and Bucky couldn’t help but wish for her to get back into his arms. “Like it? I love it. This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Oh, I can’t wait to read it.” She jumped up and down before admiring it again. “Maybe we can watch the movies together after?”

His heartbeat quickened by the second. His hand grew all clammy as the excitement spread through his body. “I would love that.” He really did, but at the same time, a nervousness overtook his senses he had never felt before.

“Oh great!” Y/N turned around and admired the book again. She stopped for a minute and then she looked at him again, a timid look on her face. She was just as nervous about this.

“We could read it together, too...” The intrigue on Y/N’s face nudged him to go on further. “You know... to get through the slow parts.” He smiled shyly. “Just if you want to of course.”

Her eyes brightened at the sweet suggestion. “I would love that,” she copied. And after a moment of silence, as the both of them stood in awkwardly frozen in her living room, she spoke again. “Do... uh. Do you have time now?”

“Yes!” That came out way more excited than he intended, but Y/N didn’t seem to mind. She sped off to her kitchen, putting on the kettle and preparing two mugs while trying to mask her excitement. Meanwhile, Bucky tried the same thing in her living room. He looked around and let the cozy dark green paint of the wall behind the fireplace overtake his thoughts. Y/N’s home was just that: a home. Other than his apartment, which was scarcely decorated. And Bucky found himself feeling homey at the sight of picture frames and plants squeezed between books and magazines. Maybe Sam was right... maybe he didn’t have things. At least not enough to bring him joy. But before he could grieve the bare walls of his apartment he would likely be returning to tonight, Y/N stepped back into the room, two steaming cups of tea in her hands.

“I hope green is okay?”

“Perfect,” he grinned.

Y/N set the mugs down on her coffee table and settled on the most comfortable-looking couch Bucky had ever seen. Then she patted the cushions next to her and Bucky happily followed her silent invitation. He took the book from the table and settled next to her, his back leaning back and being entirely consumed by the pillows.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked.

“More than comfortable.” Y/N smiled happily as she held his stare for a moment.

Then Bucky cleared his throat and opened the book to the first chapter.

“An unexpected party.” He stopped as Y/N shifted and laid her head on his shoulder. A smile spread on his face when he felt her soft hair tickling his neck, her eyes lingering on the page before closing with a content smile.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked.

“More than comfortable,” Y/N snickered, ready to be consumed by his deep and calming voice again.

Bucky’s eyes found the page again. He took a deep breath to contain his excitement for her cuddling up to him. He pushed off his shoes and placed his feet on the table, and then he continued: “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort...”

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hi jen!! i wanted to let you know how much your advice means to me as a young butch as well as ask you for some advice.

i live in a tight-knit community and go to a small school. because my school is so small, we are allowed to attend prom all four years of high school. i didn't go my freshman and sophomore year despite my friends encouragement. last year i got asked by a girl as well and i turned her down. im in my junior year now and i still don't want to go. the thing is that there's this girl (who i like) who wants me to go. i feel like she likes me too and i don't want to disappoint her.

my avoidance to prom has to do with the whole dressing up fancy deal. ive avoided the first two years because i am uncomfortable wearing dresses and am worried about what people would think of me if i wore not-a-dress. the area where i live isn't super homophobic, but i know plenty of people that are. some people i know and care about are a little bit homophobic too. im worried about what people would think of me if i dressed unconventionally like that. people talk, as im sure you know. im worried about being discredited or belittled for my sexuality. i know some other queer teens, but it feels like such a jump to show up to prom in a suit. especially since im not explicitly out to many people yet and am generally cautious/apprehensive.

im considering wearing a dress to prom so i can show up with this girl, even though i know ill be uncomfortable. shes a nice girl and would probably encourage me to wear what i want if she knew how i felt, same with my friends.

i don't know if it's worth it though. i am scared of what people will think about me. im a year and a half away from college and living my best, queerest life. i could just wait. but i also don't want to regret not going and missing out on those classic teen experiences.

my heads swimming and id love your input!! i really admire you and want to be like you someday. thanks <3

I remember high school. I too went to a small rural school back in the 1980's. IT is not as easy as some people say. Those of us older often forget that high school is bascially a "closed" society that we are stuck in for all for years so every decision seems to hold weight. Doing something out of step with the "status quo" can have consequences we have to deal with for whatever is left of our 4 years.

SO older lesbians telling youngers to "do what you want" or "just be yourself" or "you have it so much easier than I (we) did" is not only unhelpful it can be detrimental at best and dangerous at worst. Some of my generation look back to high school through the lens of time and experience that think we "would have been more brave" and that NOW young lesbians have the freedom to do as they please because public sentiment and laws have turned in our favor. High school is just not that different now and laws and adult reactions do not apply.

SO here is my advice. Go with your crush. But ask her to go with you to pick an outfit. You do not have to wear a dress. It is wholly acceptable for women to wear suits. You don't have to wear a generic man's tux or suit, they are often ill fitting and boxy anyway, especially on women. GO to a tux or suit shop that sells women's styles and fit. You don't have to do the man's style with the tie and suit coat. A pair of black slacks, a white button down, can be pleated (woman's style) or not and a nice black vest without a tie is perfectly nice formal wear for a high school prom. To dress it up you can wear a colored vest either solid or with a pattern.

Any decent place that sells or rents formal wear will have women cut suits. Rental is not cheap but it is worth spending your hard earn bucks to look fabulous and feel confident. Check in your local suit shops, even department stores like JC Penneys or similar. Many offer women's suits and even have a list of local tailors that can do a fitting.

You might have to compromise a bit on what you would really like to wear but I think giving a little on the outfit and still having a style you feel okay in will be a small price to pay to spend a wonderful night out with her.

#butch #lesbian #dating #fashion #prom #high school

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the real Gale Clevens is so unserious lmao

Cleven was in the vulnerable low squadron--so called the Coffin Corner, the last and lowest group in the bomber stream. Cleven's plane was being shredded by enemy fighters. Cleven's co-pilot panicked and prepared to bail out. Cleven ordered his co-pilot to stay put. His words were heard over the interphone and had a magical effect on the rest of the crew. They stuck to their guns. His actions that day at Regensburg were said to 'electrify the base'. Lt. Col. Bierne Lay (who would later write the famous 'Twelve O'Clock High) recommended Cleven for a Medal of Honor. This was downgraded to a DFC, but Cleven never went to pick up the medal, claiming he didn't deserve it. He was quoted as saying, "Medal, hell, I needed an aspirin".

LT RONALD HOLLENBECK STATES: CLEVEN BUZZED THE TOWER WITH MY AIRPLANE WITH ALL FOUR ENGINES FEATHERED. THAT’S THE KIND OF GUY CLEVEN WAS. I HAD JUST GOTTEN A COUPLE ENGINE REPLACEMENTS, AND HE DIDN'T GET TO FLY TOO MUCH BEING SQUADRON CO, SO HE COMES OVER AND SAYS; "HOLLENBECK LET ME FLY YOUR AIRPLANE FOR YOU, I'LL PUT SOME SLOW TIME ON IT" AND THE NEXT THING I KNEW, IS THIS GOD D--N B-17 WAS COMING ACROSS JUST ABOUT 25 FEET OFF THE RUNWAY AND I LOOKED UP AND ALL 4 ENGINES WERE FEATHERED. HE (CLEVEN) SAID "I WANTED TO DO THAT ALL MY LIFE."

Then followed the usual pattern of interrogations, before eventually being moved to Stalag Luft III in Sagan on 23rd October 1943 at 9 a.m. Not long after he was joined by his old buddy John Egan- the other 'Bucky'- who had been shot down two days after Cleven on the Munster raid and famously greeted him with the words 'What the Hell took you so long?'

Majors John “Bucky” Egan of the 418th Bomb Squadron (BS) and Gale “Buck” Cleven of the 350th, exuded the dash and audacity often associated with aviators. Their skills as pilots were matched by their personalities. Both were described as “debonair”; with white scarves and a Hollywood swagger, they were frequently the center of attention at the Silver Wing. Larger than life, other pilots idolized them as both served as the “heart and soul” of the Group.

#mota #masters of the air #bloody 100th

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epicbuddieficrecs · 5 months

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Weekly Recap | November 27th-December 3rd 2023

Usually I schedule these to post around 4-5 PM EST, buuuuuut I just finished this and I don't want to wait. Here's a little midnight treat! Enjoy!

Complete

🔥 like when the sun came out by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Canon Divergent, Ghosts | 39K | Mature): Evan gave up trying to explain what happens to him after his parents forced him to have a talk with one of their friends, supposedly a pediatric therapist, and cruelly hinted that if Evan didn’t stop seeing and talking about his “invisible friends” as if they were real then his parents would send him far away to places where they lock children up in padded rooms. “Look,” Evan says quickly, forcing out the words before he gets too scared to speak,” I—I know this is going to sound crazy, but, um, ever since I was a kid I can see ghosts.”

🔥 baby, you were my picket fence by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Post-S6, Proposal | 6K | Teen): or Maddie wants to propose to Chimney. She gets Buck involved. Buck can't tell anyone. He somehow proposes to Eddie instead

🔥 Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S6 | 62K | Mature): The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

love like woven thread by renecdote/ @renecdote (Post-Eddie Begins | 1,8K | General): Aka the one where Eddie is a clothes thief and Buck kind of loves that about him. (Part 1 of Clothes thief Eddie my beloved<3)

wear your heart on my sleeve (I'll protect it) by renecdote/ @renecdote (Post-Shooting | 1,7K | General): The return of clothes thief Eddie, from Buck's POV this time. (Part 2 of Clothes thief Eddie my beloved<3)

hold you in my arms (wrap your soul around me) by renecdote/ @@renecdote (Established Buddie | 4K | Teen): The one where Buck buys Eddie a hoodie and Eddie has a lot of feelings about how family shaped they are. (Part 3 of Clothes thief Eddie my beloved<3)

a most constant heart by renecdote/ @renecdote (Proposal | 1,5K | Teen): when Buck put the ring in his pocket, he forgot to account for the fact that his boyfriend is a clothes thief. (Part 4 of Clothes thief Eddie my beloved<3)

the quiet of your love (after the day’s loud strife) by renecdote/ @renecdote (Married Buddie, Hurt Buck | 3K | Teen): Buck is hurt, Eddie looks after him. (Part 6 of Clothes thief Eddie my beloved<3)

holding pattern by renecdote/ @renecdote (Married Buddie | 2K | Teen): Buck volunteers to fight wildfires. Eddie stays home and worries. (Part 7 of Clothes thief Eddie my beloved<3)

a hundred little pieces by renecdote/ @renecdote (Post-Tsunami | 3K | General): The tap is bloody, the sink stained red, paper towels wadded up and abandoned in it, soaked with blood, and Eddie can taste his heart in his throat, sour and metallic, because he’s doing the math and—shit. Kitchen + blood + blood thinners = only bad things. (Multiplied by Buck, which equals Eddie’s blood pressure jumping through the roof.) (Part 1 of in your hands (my heart))

into the gravity by renecdote/ @renecdote (Getting Together | 6K | General): In which Buck takes care of Eddie. (Part 2 of in your hands (my heart))

wedding bells by renecdote/ @renecdote (Friends to Fiances | 2K | General): The background noise of the movie and the warm weight of his best friend against his side is lulling Eddie towards a nap when Buck breaks the silence. “Do you want to get married?” “Sure,” Eddie answers sleepily. “Fall wedding?” “What?” Buck frowns, and Eddie realises: oh, he meant do I want to get married generally not to him specifically. Then Buck is asking, “Why fall?”

don't leave me like this [i belong to you] by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Getting Together, Post-S5 | 3K | Teen): “Okay, on the count of three we both spill whatever it is we need to say.” And, two things happen at once: Buck manages a I slept with Eddie last night while Chimney blurts out Maddie and I slept together. Followed by; Buck, spluttering Aren’t you and Maddie not together?? and Chim practically howling YOU SLEPT WITH EDDIE?

my fire's waitin' for your spark by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Post-S4, Getting together | 4K | Teen): Buck is pretty sure the universe is out to get him. And it isn't even the possible concussion he’s now enduring or the fear of having to take an extra few days off of work (or the threat of vomiting on the pavement in front of the squad). No. It’s Eddie fucking Diaz still in his turn out gear shoving Chim and Hen out of the way so he can inspect Buck personally.

🔥 i gave your name as my emergency phone call by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Post-S6 | 9K | Teen): “What about his sister?” She asks, eyes back on Eddie. “Or his almost brother-in-law. He can’t call Bobby,” she takes a step forward, arms still tight across her chest, “or Athena or all the other people in your tight little 118 circle.” Eddie stiffens as something hot and wicked licks up his spine. “Buck called—” Me. He cuts himself off before he can finish the sentence. His voice sounds harsh and possessive and protective and not at all how it should when he’s talking to his girlfriend of all people. - or buck and natalia break up. he drunk calls eddie when he's out alone

i love you best when you're just yourself by oklahoma/ @forthewolves (Established Buddie, Christmas | 2K | Teen): Buck’s having trouble picking out the perfect tree for his first Christmas with Eddie and Christopher as Eddie’s boyfriend. Eddie puts those worries to rest quickly.

can't pretend it's platonic (it's just ended) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Exes to Lovers | 2K | Teen): “Isn’t easy a good thing?” Frank had asked the last time, one day before Eddie broke up with Buck, when he was trying desperately to sort out the mess in his mind. “A lot of people describe good relationships like that. Like it feels easy.” “But it feels too easy,” Eddie tried to argue. “Like—calm before the storm kind of shit, you know what I mean?” “What do you think the storm will be?” Frank asked. Me, Eddie thought, but couldn’t make himself say. I’m the storm. I’m going to fuck it up somehow.

If This Is What The Season Is Bringing by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Post-S6, Christmas | 2K | General): Buck and Eddie made a promise after Eddie decided to leave the 118 and they finally make good on it this Christmas.

wanna get married by elless (Friends to Fiances | 1,4K | General): Eddie has a fever, which means his defenses are down, and some truths slip out.

coax the cold right out of me by oklahoma / @forthewolves (Established Buddie, Hurt Buck | 2K | Teen): “You know,” Eddie begins, running his fingers through Buck’s damp, frizzy curls, “when I booked this cabin for the weekend, I had plans for us to fuck real nasty by the fire.” Buck laughs—an ugly, congested noise that sounds like it hurts when it gets caught in his chest—and tips his head back to meet Eddie’s gaze in the low light of the blazing fire. His big blue eyes are puffy and his cheeks are red, hot by the fire and chapped by the wind; he looks like a kid, almost, sitting on the floor and wrapped tight in a large, black fleece blanket with nothing beneath except a pair of boxers and fuzzy socks. “Well,” Buck croaks, “we’re still by the fire, at least.”

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🔥 Sunlight is Fire (Burning is a Matter of Degrees) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Incubbi Buck, FWB | 10K | Explicit): In the wake of Buck's leg injury, Eddie learns that his friend needs some unusual methods to help him recover. Eddie's willing to do whatever it takes to help Buck, and it's not like this could make his quiet pining any worse, right?

🔥 Goodwill is Sent in Snapshots (You Only Get the Full Picture on Return) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (The Holiday AU | 14K | Mature): When both Evan Buckley and Chimney Han are dumped at the start of December, they decide to swap houses - with each other. A nice two weeks in a different location will be a great unconventional Christmas. Certainly not anything life changing. Then Buck meets Chim's next-door-neighbor, and Chim meets Buck's apartment-crashing sister.

we're not in love (but the sex is good) by elless (Canon Divergent, Nurse Eddie, FWB | 15K | Explicit): Eddie is new to LA. Feeling lonely, he goes to a bar for a drink and meets a beautiful stranger that kisses like a dream. What starts as a one night stand quickly moves to frequent no strings sex. When circumstances lead to them spending time together out of bed, Eddie realizes he’s attached to Buck in a way he never planned for.

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #911 fic #epic buddie fic rec

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writing patterns

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern

tagged by the wonderful @spotsandsocks and @elvensorceress go check out their amazing fics!

1. The One Where the Secret Slips (T, 3.4k) Friends AU prt 7

The one-eighteen rarely got enough time off to take a real break, but with a shift restructure the team was getting a four day weekend and they were all making plans to make the most of it.

2. your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep (T, 8.2k)

"So?"

3. so you've got the looks but have you got the touch? (G, 4.1k) aka 911 karaoke

It had been the perfect afternoon.

4. I can be the subject of your dreams (E, 6.8k) aka vampire Buck

The thing about vampires, is that they fucking suck.

5. The One with the Admissions (M, 4.4k) Friends AU prt 6

The longer Buck and Eddie spent dating under the radar, the easier it became for them.

6. would it be enough if I could never give you peace? (M, 8.9k)

Some people say getting hit by lightning is a one in a million chance.

7. The One with the Dating (T, 2.4k) Friends AU prt 5

It didn't take long for Buck and Eddie to work out how to be subtle about things between them while they were at the station.

8. the archer (G, 465 words) a poem

Some days I think I would prefer combat

9. The One with the Kissing (T, 2.5k) Friends AU prt 4

"Okay, that was the last time."

10. the upside to freefalling (greys au) (E, 33.1k, WIP)

“Of course, I’m excited,” Buck said into the phone as he took a seat at the bar.

tagging these lovelies if they wanna x

@monsterrae1 @the-likesofus @eddiebabygirldiaz @buddierights @shortsighted-owl @loveyourownsmiilee @yelenasbuddie @loserdiaz @wildlife4life @jacksadventuresinwriting @belovedbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @wh0rebehavi0rmain @911onabc @thewolvesof1998 @demieddiediazz @weewootruck @daffi-990 @spagheddiediaz

#buddie #911 #buddie fic #tag game #eddie diaz #evan buckley #writing patterns

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Pomegranate Lips Ch 3: Under Against My Heel ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Fallen Angel!Reader

Part 3 of Pomegranate Lips! Sorry this one took so long… Larissa falling for Fallen Angel/Demon reader- Coffee dates, smut has arrived 😏

Link to Part 1 , Part 2 & Part 4

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, heel riding, public fucking, teasing, taunting

Enjoy (;

Ever since that first meeting with you at the Weathervane, Larissa had been unraveling. And now you two had a pattern of weekly coffee dates…

Larissa could barely focus on her work anymore. Hell, she could barely focus on anything… Anything but you of course.

Oh, the things she could focus on about you…

You were the thing which now occupied and owned Larissa’s mind.

Your mysterious, hidden eyes…

Your silky, dangerous voice…

Your plump, pomegranate lips…

Nowadays, Larissa spent her whole week waiting and inching towards her next coffee date with you. As well as bashfully avoiding you at all costs at the school.

The next Saturday rolled along and the pair met up in their usual booth. You sat down with a click of your signature heels, never ceasing to take Larissa’s breath away.

You loved how much you made her squirm.

How much you made the principal of Nevermore squirm.

“What’s on your mind…?” You purred, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

Larissa snapped into reality from a rather vivid fantasy. She became another blushing and stunned mess.

Today was the day, you had decided since the second she had walked in that particular coffee date morning. You were gonna watch the uptight woman unravel…

crumble under your touch…

Larissa suddenly gasped as she felt your heel in between hers legs on her inner thigh.

You inched your foot forward as you mock-innocently purred, “Cat got your tongue, Larissa? What’s on your mind, hmmmm?”

Larissa’s breathing had become heavy and her pupils were dilated.

“I expect an answer.” you sternly commanded.

“I…” Larissa stuttered, trying to concentrate as your heel lightly ground against her heat.

“Use your words…” you purred, watching the show with a devilish smirk.

Larissa instinctually bucked her hips to meet your heel.

“I want you…” she panted in a harsh whisper.

“You want me? Want me to what?” You taunted, easing off her clothed, soaking cunt.

Larissa muffled the whine that she elicited from your departure of friction.

“I want you to make me cum… please make me cum…” Larissa whispered, her eyes directed towards her coffee, and her hips bucking desperately for some friction.

“Look at me.”

Larissa’s hooded and glazed over eyes met your mysterious sunglasses. You smirked in satisfaction, bringing your heel back for Larissa to rut against, which she immediately did.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You taunted her, as she ground her hips needily against your foot.

Larissa’s eyes fluttered and rolled back, as she was nearing her edge.

Her hands gripped the table harshly, her knuckles white.

“I’m…” Larissa whimpered, barely able to form a coherent sentence, “Can I cum?”

“If I let you cum, will you be a good girl and be quite?” You purred back.

Larissa nodded desperately.

“Then yes, you may cum.” You purred, quieting down your voice even more as Larissa rutted herself against your heel, “You may rut against my heel I front of all these people and cum against it as if you aren’t a respectable principal, because that’s not who you really are, right?”

Larissa didn’t respond, instead your words caused her to fully tip over her edge. She muffled her moans, as she ground her core against your heel to ride out her high. You then removed your heel swiftly and got up to leave.

But before you left, you leaned down to Larissa’s ear, as she panted trying to recover, you purred, “No… you’re mine. That’s what you are. My good girl.”

And then you left the Weathervane and a stunned, post-orgasm blissed Larissa…

~~~

Part 4 is here!! 😏

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exhuastedpigeon · 17 days

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WOW WOW WOW what an episode! I have thoughts and feelings.

Henren! Thank god we got their story this episode. They're so endlessly giving and kind and loving and they've really passed that on to Denny.

Denny Wilson deserves the same kind of love Christopher gets from the fandom. He's such a great kid.

BuckTommy is so awkward and delightful and really has high school crush energy in the best way. I love it.

I do think Buck's falling into his usual dating patterns just with a man this time, but I'd love to be wrong about that.

Tommy is the first of Buck's love interest that I've liked the entire time they dates. He's funny, goofy, kind, gentle, and seemingly very aware of his own feelings and other people's feelings.

Even when they break up I hope Tommy sticks around as a recurring character because he's just wonderful.

Maddie and Buck's scene!! I loved how gentle and supportive Maddie was.

Eddie and Marisol are clearly dead in the water, right? Like she still doesn't have a last name. We know like 4 things about her.

It feels like she exists as a plot device, ESPECIALLY after the nun reveal. Here's hoping we get an Eddie Catholic guilt/repression arc!

The Buddie friendship moments!!! There were so many!!

THE HUG!!!

Eddie being so accepting and kind and loving to Buck when he came out.

Buck's exhale as Eddie left felt a lot like the exhale from last episode? Like he's relieved and seen by the most important people in his life and that's important.

I can't talk enough about the Buddie friendship moments from this episode. It's a reminder that their friendship is strong. It can withstand basically anything. They're always going to have each other's backs and call each other out on their bullshit.

Bobby as the team sounding board and father figure is still my favourite thing. Bobby is such a great character and I love when he gets one-on-one time with anyone, but especially with Hen and Eddie.

Hen and Athena's friendship is always so important to me. I love them. They're wonderful.

The ending!!!! Buck and Eddie showing up late, looking a mess? Maddie looking STUNNING? Hen looking like a whole meal in her suit?

I'm not going to survive the next three weeks.

#911 #911 spoilers #buddie #henren

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sunshinediaz · 2 months

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writing patterns 🫧

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

in the meantime | 2.3k, teen

“You should take him on a vacation when he gets out,” Athena says, nudging her shoulder with his. “It’ll be nice.”

i am just a fool, but i have loved you all along | 5.1k, teen

At 10:17 in the morning, Buck barges through the front door unannounced. He has an impressive load of shit in his hands—boxed candies and chocolate-covered strawberries and two stuffed animals and a massive bouquet of magnolias and yellow daises packed in a gorgeous glass vase.

like a cat in the rain | 4.6k, teen

A ricocheting clap of thunder wakes Buck up from a deep, dreamless sleep. He startles, shaking in a shot of terror at the sudden noise, and nearly falls off the couch as he flails in an attempt to gather his bearings.

he's a big boy | 5.7k, explicit

The best thing about being married to Buck is that Eddie finally has somebody to carry the forty pound bags of mulch to the backyard when he doesn’t want to.

what to do when evan buckley breaks into your house at 3:17 in the morning | 2.9k, teen

A sharp, resounding noise wakes Eddie up from a messy, sweaty sleep. He snorts, coughs, snorts again, and rolls over to check the time on the alarm clock with one crusty eye open.

the house i built is burning | 6.4k, mature

Giggling, drunk on champagne and Buck’s fingers shoved up under his shirt, Eddie kisses his way along Buck’s throat, behind Buck’s ear, and whispers, “D’you know we haven’t fucked since last year?”

deck the halls (and your in-laws) | 29.6k, mature

Four days before Christmas Eve, Ramon and Helena Diaz arrive at LAX at two-thirty in the afternoon.

and i feel just like i want to kiss you underneath my mistletoe | 9.3k, teen

“So, you’re telling me,” Ravi starts in, all wide-eyed and giggly like he’s been given a secret he can’t wait to share, “that you’ve never kissed anyone under a mistletoe? Ever?”

merle said mama tried, but the prison still won | 2.9k, teen

Eddie would like to preface this by saying he considers himself to be a kind, mature, intelligent, thoughtful man who tries his utmost best to meet people in the middle whenever an aggravating situation arises.

there you are, sweetheart | 2.9k, teen

Exhausted, worn all the way down to the bone, Eddie stumbles into the house and kicks the door shut with the heel of his boot. He’s loud about it, too, stomping and huffing and tossing his bag on the floor like he used to as a teenager after baseball practice; he’ll pick it up later just like he’ll sweep up the mud from his boots, too, but after.

oooh, i found a few patterns doing this, lmao, and those are: 1. turnpike lyrics as titles 2. putting mr eddie and his boy buck thru it 3. i am the King of Silly Eddie 4. i was accidentally in the holiday spirit

tagged by @actualalligator, @puppyboybuckley, @wikiangela, @honestlydarkprincess, @devirnis, @jeeyuns, and @exhuastedpigeon, mwah

tagging @monsterrae1, @loserdiaz, @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @rogerzsteven, and @thewolvesof1998 if any of you wanna play!

#cackling at all of this silly stuff #can't wait to return to this mindset ugh #tag games

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lover-of-mine · 23 days

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What is your sunlight theory about?

Hi, baby, buckle up, because this one is crazy. I don't know if you're familiar with the construction on sunset theory, I'll link some posts that will explain that better than I can here and here, but basically, you have the way everything about Ana in season 4 and the beginning of that relationship, happens around Sunset Boulevard, and you have the way Eddie is late coming back from the date in 4x08 because "there was construction on sunset" and he had to take a detour and then Buck and Eddie proceed to have one of the most domestic buddie scene in the show, all that after the most awkward date ever with Ana, created this whole "Ana was a detour on Eddie's way to Buck" (particularly, I love this as someone who views the shooting as Eddie's oh moment, and I know the show is gonna take that away from me, but it will be my truth until they do) and considering we as a fandom like to take things and run with them, that became a whole thing because Eddie has some sun imagery attached to him when it comes to relationships, which is definitely not just about Buck, even more with the way he's sitting on the sunset reading Shannon's letter, but like, we have the painting on Pepa's house behind Vanessa, stuff like that, but we also have things like Buck using sunset colors to draw his heart on the "I misunderstood the assignment" scene. I have been curious about the sunlight of it all since I wrote this post, because with one episode, and the fact that we don't know if the sun is setting or rising during the locker scene, I couldn't really create a pattern that would lead me anywhere. Then the loft stills leaked. Because then we would have 2 scenes where the sun seems to be important a few episodes apart, but I hadn't really thought about the construction on sunset angle until this picture.

Because paired with the sunset light on Buck's bi awakening, and the sunset light here, I'm making the executive decision that yeah, the sun was setting in the locker room.

I don't want to say Tommy is a detour, Tommy started a huge discovery for Buck that Buck wouldn't realize alone, but an anon pointed out how maybe they hurt Eddie so that he couldn't show up at the loft so that we could have the Tommy, so they quite literally had some detour happening during a sunset, like what the fuck?

But I'm really interested in the blue aspect of the scenes. @stagefoureddiediaz has some really interesting color and costume metas, including one on the use of yellow and blue in season 5, that talks about how yellow is a color used for communication and blue is a color used for, like, introspection, which could mean something interesting is cooking here. Because Buck's shirt in the basketball is blue, his shirt on the loft is blue, Eddie's shirt in the locker room is also blue and Buck's jacket also has blue detailing.

We know Buck and Eddie will have an important conversation, but that associated with the sunset theory, and they were literally on the sunset, I think the sun is finally actually setting now. No more detours. Only the discoveries they need to have in order to work as a couple. Buck's bisexuality is huge on that front, and I don't wanna say Eddie is gonna suddenly look at Buck after he comes out and be like 👀👀👀, but at the same time Eddie "questioning his place in the world" could very much be Eddie looking at Buck and being like "oh, that's an option?" especially if he's having trouble connecting with Marisol (random addon but with the sunset being a detour for Eddie, I think is hysterical that Marisol is named Marisol, because her name sounds like "Mar e Sol" and that's literally "Sea and Sun" in Portuguese, Spanish too but I don't really speak Spanish so it wasn't my initial connection there, and the sun setting on the sea it's a thing, and I feel insane for typing this out, but it's there, her name is the detour), this could mean they are gonna talk, and work through things, and get closer the way Ryan and Oliver keep teasing and reach the conclusion they are meant to be together.

Okay addon you don't know it's an addon because you're seeing this post as a whole thing at once but I hadn't thought to look at other buddie conversations until right now, but that particular pattern of light being present in 2 scenes where we see them finally be honest with each other makes it even more interesting to me really.

Because if you look at Buck's bisexual awakening as a moment of Buck being honest with himself and the locker room as Buck being honest about why he got in the relationship with Natalia, the sun behind Eddie, if it's only behind Eddie, could sparkle Eddie into some honesty himself and about himself, and that's what they need, open and honest communication. Because if yellow is used for communication, the sun could be being used for honesty.

But that's just a theory. A game theory. (sorry I said it out loud and had to add it oskaoskaoskas)

Anyway, that's all I have right now, if you read this I love you 🫶

#anon 😌#i really need a tag for asks #911 #911 meta #911 spoilers #911 speculation #buddie thoughts #i have questions and mostly crazy theories okasaoksasaoksa

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