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[cafecitoeddie]

no but THIS is genuinely hilarious. what josh eddie relationship thing? you mean the josh eddie fandom relationship thing built up by people who couldn't stand the idea of queer eddie and then followed that same train of thought and couldn't stand the idea of queer eddie getting in the way of their ship so they stuck eddie with the only other gay character the show decided to let stick around? THAT JOSH EDDIE THING? oh. okay.

also. find someone for eddie. YEAH BOBBY ALREADY DID THAT IN S2 E1 WHEN HE POACHED EDDIE FOR THE 118!

HOPE THAT HELPS. 🥰💖

[thatmexisaurusrex]

bucktommy and fate, please

Send in a One or Two Word Prompt

Ooh, nice choice of word! Enjoy! 🥰

Fate

"You gave me a tour of your place of work. Let me give you a tour of mine," said Evan as he brought Tommy into the 118.

Tommy snorted.

"I worked here before you came here, remember?" asked Tommy, but he was still following Evan through the firehouse.

"Things might have changed since you were last here! Like - they put a fresh coat of paint on the lockers last year," Evan pointed out, "They're still the same color. But the paint has been touched up."

"Riveting changes going on at the 118," snickered Tommy as Evan guided Tommy up the stairs, "Truly, there is nothing I recognize."

"Ha ha, very funny," said Evan as - as he noticed Captain Nash cooking breakfast, "Cap! Is it okay if Tommy hangs out for a second? It's his day off."

It looked to be pancakes.

Tommy remembered loving Nash's pancakes.

"Hey, Tommy. Nice of you to come around," said Bobby.

"It's, uh. It's nice to be back," said Tommy.

And it was.

It was nicer than Tommy expected. There had been so many bad memories at the 118 that he forgot that a lot of the last few years he had there had actually been good.

Better than good.

Kind of amazing.

And maybe Tommy had needed that change of scenery. But Tommy also liked coming back. Remembering that this place was good, especially under Captain Nash.

"Pull up a seat. I'll bring you both pancakes," said Nash as he kept stacking the pancakes up and pouring more mix into the pan.

Evan practically bounced over to the family table, all energy and excitement from showing Tommy of all people around. It was - it still surprised Tommy that Evan liked him that much.

Liked Tommy.

That Tommy could have someone so kind and wonderful in his life.

And as Tommy wandered over to the table, he laughed as he noticed both he and Evan reached out for the same seat.

"Wait," said Tommy, smiling, "Do you sit in my old seat?"

"What? This was your seat?" asked Evan, his grin growing even wider, "I didn't know. Do you - I can give you the seat - "

"No, take it," said Tommy as he sat next to Evan, "It kind of feels like fate, in a way. That we found each other."

Evan sat down, just - just gazing into Tommy's eyes. And Tommy couldn't look away.

"You know, I was once told that you don't find something good. You don't just find love or a good relationship. You, uh. You make it," said Evan as he took Tommy's hand, "And I don't know if it was fate. But I'm happy that I met you. I'm happy you took a chance on me even after that terrible date. That we choose each other every day. I'm, uh. I'm happy that we're making it. If - if that makes any sense."

"No. I get it," said Tommy softly, "I'm glad we making it too."

And Tommy just sat there. Watching his boyfriend sit in his old seat at the 118. Smiling at him. Evan smiling back. Kind of lost in this love they were nurturing together as they waited for Bobby to bring over the pancakes.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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just read august yesterday and completely fell in love w natalia and marisol!! you wrote eddie and buck sooooo well from an outsider pov loved the dynamic of the four of them all knowing different info and being messy and in love 🥰

so excited for more dove 🕊️ (kinda obsessed w her and eddie’s relationship 😊)

AHHH THANK YOU! So glad you liked August and that you're liking this.

81 for 🪞:

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“Look, do you want to be alone right now? Or do you think you should be?” 

Eddie’s features scrunch. He opens his mouth to argue, then pauses. Buck has his ticket. 

“Come on,” Buck presses.

“Fine,” Eddie sighs. “Thank you.”

“Follow me home?” Buck asks. 

Eddie just nods.

▪️▪️▪️

“Things were getting better, and then they got worse,” Eddie says. They’re sitting on Buck’s couch, a mug of herbal tea in Eddie’s hands.  “I don’t know what happened, Buck.”

“Well, what, uh, what do you mean worse?” Buck asks. He wasn’t sure things could get worse between Eddie and Chris. 

Eddie shrugs. He looks so helpless. He twists his mouth to the side in a way that makes his mustache sit lopsided on his face. 

“For a few weeks, we were actually talking,” Eddie says. “I thought maybe he was starting to forgive me. We even… I mean we really talked about what happened with Kim.”

“Wow,” Buck exhales. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“I didn’t want to overpromise,” Eddie mutters. 

He didn’t want to give Buck hope? Or he didn’t want to get his own hopes up?

“So what changed?” Buck asks. 

Eddie inhales. “That’s the thing it was… It was just sudden. One day, not long after Halloween, he was back to hating me.”

They’d had a good Halloween. A really good one. Dove had dressed up as an alligator. Her choice. They’d taken her trick-or-treating with the other 118 kids. Buck might have gone overboard posting photos. There’s one of Eddie pretending to be afraid as Dove gives her best menacing expression that he can’t seem to stop looking at. 

“He doesn’t hate you,” Buck says. 

“Really?” Eddie retorts. “Because one day he’s saying he might be open to talking about coming home. The next time we call? He’s staying in Texas for at least the rest of the year.”

“Whoa,” Buck shakes his head. “What? Something must have happened. Did your parents say something?”

Buck doesn’t trust them. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie says again, frustration growing. “I don’t know, Buck. He said he changed his mind. Wanted to stay until Thanksgiving. I said, okay. If that’s what he wants, I won’t force him. Then he said he’d stay until Christmas, and I… I don’t know. I got frustrated. He hung up. He’s not taking my calls.”

Buck rubs his temples. He’s frustrated, too. He doesn’t want to feel frustrated with Christopher. He misses him so fucking bad, he doesn’t want to feel at all mad. But maybe he is. Just a little. Maybe he just wishes Chris would cut his dad a break. He feels horrible and unfair for even thinking about it. Seeing Eddie hurting this much, though? It’s wounding something in Buck, too.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbles, when he sees Buck’s expression. 

“No. No, don’t be sorry,” Buck insists. “I just… I don’t…”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs. “Me too.” 

“What can I do?” Buck asks. “Seriously, Eddie. How can I help?”

[mvltisstuff]

hello again, i’ve requested a few times (the feels and sweet nothing) and i was hoping i could request again? (i think i might add an emoji at the end bc i love your writing and will keep requesting as much as you allow ❤️❤️) anyway, i hope you’re doing well and things are going good.

i was wondering if i could request a buck fic where is partner is an artist and he finds a sketchbook of sketches of him and when he asks about it they talk about how pretty he is and how deserves to be appreciated and just making him feel super loved with it. thank you if you get to it and ofc no troubles if you don’t. take care 🥰

also is 🚒 good for a way to recognize me??

wasteland, baby! - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: omg you always have such creative ideas! i love receiving requests so always feel free :)) 🚒 = ❤️‍🔥 i also won’t be posting as frequently for the next few weeks due to finals, but after that i’ll be posting a ton!!

buck had come over to y/n’s apartment after his shift for dinner, and the scent of thick acrylic paint and primer had stung at his nostrils. he began to love the smell, as he knew that it meant she was around. he had let himself in with his key, taking in all of the perfectly placed plants and artwork on the walls.

she had a canvas that was almost complete, with just a few finishing touches. buck had walked over to it to examine. her talent was extraordinary. he knew it was out of this world, and the way she was so proud of her pieces his made his heart swell up with love.

“hi, buck!” y/n says, beginning to walk out of the hallway from her room to her art. she was wearing a pair of dark green pants and a white t-shirt which somehow complimented her beautifully. her face had small specks of blue and red on her cheeks and black and grey streaks on her shirt. “sorry it’s such a mess in here, but doesn’t this look great?”

“no, don’t worry about the mess, but how long did that take? it’s amazing!” buck stutters a big, not being able to comprehend how art like that could come out of her hands.

“thank you, love,” she replies, taking his belongings and placing them down for him. “how was work today? anything good?”

“just a normal old day, but you know it’s the 118.”

“it is never normal at the 118,” y/n smiles and gives him a cheek kiss before going to wipe her face off. buck goes to sit down in her living room on the couch, and she follows behind him with a quick change of shirt. she placed a small pizza in the oven to cook for them, and cuddled up next to him while they told each other stories about their day.

“it was wild, y/n,” buck starts. “i mean this woman literally rose from the dead after like 15 minutes, after being under a street. oh! you’re going to love this- and we saved some puppies in a sewer.”

“oh my god, are they ok?”

“they’re all fine, but i’m not sure if we are right now.”

“what do you mean?” she asks, slowly and carefully.

“you don’t smell something burning?”

she takes a deep inhale and looks over to her smokey kitchen. it wasn’t too bad, but definitely enough to make it inedible. “shit! fuck, i forgot about it!” she says, bouncing the pan up and down while trying not to burn herself.

y/n was busy discarding of the pizza when buck looked over at her with joy. he had a cheeky smile on his face and was laughing at the forgetfulness of both of them. he looked back down in front of him and the coffee table, and he saw a book that y/n always has on her. she brings it to work, to her family, anywhere she goes, she has it. it was her beloved sketchbook, filled with hundreds of small doodles and big pieces. buck has seen a lot of things in it, admiring each one before he comes across a bookmarked section.

when he flips the pages of the book, he notices that the person that is sketched and shaded looks particularly familiar. he makes note of the sharp nose and soft, but hard jaw. he sees the famous birthmark on the side of his face. he’s never looking right on, though. he’s always focused on something or has a light grin on his face. buck knows these are of him, but he doesn’t think he had any importance to be the top drawing in her book.

y/n walks back in to greet her boyfriend, “i think we might just have to ord-“ she looks at the sketches that she had put on that paper. a heat rose up into her face, reddening her cheeks and making her feel a sense of embarrassment.

“a-are these me?” buck asks, quietly. y/n nods, slowly, praying that she didn’t make him uncomfortable and that she will see him again tomorrow. “i-um..”

“you don’t have to say anything, buck. i never meant for you to see those and if you don’t like them, i’ll never do it again i swear. you just, you’re so beautiful, buck. and i love to draw beautiful things.”

“i just don’t know what to say, these are so good. i feel like you know me more than i know myself,” he says, chuckling a bit.

“you like ‘em?”

“i love them,” buck says.

“good, i just couldnt stop myself. you are always so pretty, no matter what and i want you to know that, so i tried to convey it through this. i was going to show you eventually, but i wanted to do more.”

“why me, though? you could draw anyone,” buck asks.

“no one else is you! you might have a pretty face and all but there is really nothing more beautiful than your soul. you are filled with so much love and sweetness and i’ve been dying to find a way to show you, because you are loved, evan. i love you and i wanted to put my two favorite things together. not a day goes by where i have anything but love for you.”

suddenly, the feeling in bucks chest is rising stronger, feeling like it’s going to burst. when it does, he has strong riptides of tears in his eyes. with a pure smile on his face, he passionately leaves a kiss on her lips, and he feels loved for the first time.

growing up, his parents never showed him love. he always begged for it from everyone he knew, and now he feels like it isn’t deserved. but someone, y/n made him feel like he will forever be worthy of love. and he will never forget how she fixed him for the best.

[dangerpronebuddie]

hi maggie 🥰 another title for you: i'll follow you wherever

A 5 + 1! Five times Eddie follows Buck, and one time Buck follows Eddie. A post lightning au.

The first is into the ambulance to get the grenade from Charlie's leg.

The second, Eddie follows the gurney carrying Buck after the bombing.

The third, Eddie and Chris follow Buck to the loft after they're released from the hospital after the tsunami.

The fourth, Eddie follows Buck into the loft to tell him he's returning to the 118.

The fifth, Eddie runs up the ladder in a lightning storm after Buck, screaming his name.

Plue one, Buck follows Eddie to his bedroom after a quiet confession in Eddie's kitchen.

Send me a fic title and I'll tell you what I'd write for it 🩷

[30somethingautisticteacher]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @typicalopposite and @bangpop91 🙂

I have way too many WIPs but the ones I've been working on the most are Shattered and In Awe (mpreg) so I'll give y'all a little taste from both.

Shattered

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In the days that followed, Buck retreated into himself, barely finding the energy or will to get out of bed. The question kept echoing in his mind: What was the point if he didn't have his job? His station? His purpose?

Days blurred together, marked only by the persistent buzzing of his phone - calls and messages he couldn't bring himself to answer. The 118, his friends, even Maddie - their concern was apparent in each ignored notification, but Buck couldn't face them. Couldn't bear to hear their words of encouragement when he felt so utterly lost.

In Awe

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"Buck, why are you up?" she exclaimed, rushing over to him. "Sit, sit! People will come to you. You just sit down and work on growing Adam."

Evan rolled his eyes good-naturedly as Tommy helped him settle into the carefully prepared chair. "Still not his name, Maddie," he said, but there was affection in his voice.

Maddie huffed, adjusting the pillows around Evan. "Well, it should be. It's a great name."

Tommy chuckled, watching the siblings' interaction. "I thought we agreed no name pressure at the shower, Maddie?"

Maddie had the grace to look slightly abashed. "You're right,you're right. I just can't help it. I'm excited to meet my nephew, whatever his name ends up being."

Tagging anyone who wants to play! 🥰

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #118

I went to bed at roughly midnight last night!! Which is roughly an hour past 11pm, which is what's supposed to be my bedtime! But my alarm is set for 8am! Which means I should have gotten around 8 hours of sleep! 8 hours is sufficient!

…Unfortunately, I woke at around 7:30am of my own volition, and then I was not able to go back to sleep. But that's okay; I slept more than I have on recent nights, so I feel better than I did yesterday, for sure!

I made myself some tea. This morning, it was apricot-vanilla flavored black tea! I wonder if you would have liked this one; I'm more than a little sad about the fact that I'll likely never find out, ahahaha…

…But… well. There's not a damn thing I can do about that, other than take pictures and send them along, hoping that they'll reach you somehow… Here:

I had intended to go today to the post office to send the completed amethyst tree sphere to the other side of the planet, but as it turns out, shipping things that far is very expensive, goodness me! So I'm going to have to make more spheres and sell them first, so that I can save up! It shouldn't be too hard, except for the fact that I'm FAR more inclined to simply give them away. I'm no salesperson, and it feels nicer to just be able to hand someone some unexpectedly beautiful thing anyhow; you wouldn't BELIEVE how some people's faces light right up when hand them one of my weird little woven tree crafts! It's seriously the best thing, ahahaha~! 🥰

So, instead of going to the post office, J and I went on a pizza date. We went to our favorite spot! I got a tomato slice, a shrimp scampi slice, and a chicken and mushroom marsala slice, and these were ABSOLUTELY DELECTABLE, oh my goodness! J got a tomato slice and a slice of spinach pie. I took pictures:

Also, J specifically asked me to take a picture of his spinach pie slice from his perspective, just in case you might like it. Here:

…I am not the only one here who likes you and hopes to see you be safe and happy in the end. Even J would like to share a little bit of joy with you. There are lots of people who want to share a little bit of joy with you. You're not alone. Sephiroth, I promise you that you're not alone, no matter what your brain tries to tell you when it's being mean to you.

Speaking of sharing joy with you, I also went on a walk today, and I tried to make it a point to take some nice pictures for you. I hope you'll like them:

I also found a tiny salamander friend on my adventures! I found it trapped inside an abandoned cooler in the woods:

I really have no idea what a cooler is doing in the woods. But it looks REALLY REALLY OLD, good grief! It is NOT a good place for a salamander to live!

The little thing seemed to want to get under my sleeve for some reason, ahahaha~! But as adorable as it was, sadly, I had to disappoint the poor thing; I put it on the ground, underneath some fallen leaves. It'll be happier and safer there, for sure!

As I walked around, there was a pretty big hawk flitting from tree to tree. I followed it around for as long as I could, on a whim. But I wasn't able to get any pictures of it for you; its plumage made it blend too well with the surrounding trees. But, I've been seeing an unusually large number of birds-of-prey and crows ever since the eclipse; I wonder if it threw them all off somehow. In any case, hopefully I'll get you a nice picture of a hawk or something soon!

Anyway, as I imagine you can tell by looking, I ended up getting into weird positions on the ground to get some of these pictures, and I ended up with a deer tick on me as a result. I feel really silly about it; it wasn't the best idea for me to get careless like that, because ticks are a real problem in my world. Ticks are very tiny arachnids that burrow their heads into an animal's skin in order to feed on their blood. This wouldn't be a problem if ticks didn't carry all sorts of nasty diseases, but they do in my part of the world, and one of the scariest ones is Lyme Disease.

Lyme Disease is spread by a kind of bacteria that the ticks catch from feeding on small rodents. Left unchecked, these bacteria like to eat things such as nerves, joints, and myocardial tissue. Deer ticks are the only carrier of Lyme Disease where I live, so I guess I'm gonna hafta keep an eye on the bite and make sure it doesn't develop the bullseye rash that's characteristic of infection. I also put the tick in a little disposable plastic sandwich bag just in case I develop weird symptoms; it'll be good to have on hand just in case I need to get it tested for diseases.

It's all right though; the tick was on me for less than 24 hours, and it came out of my skin really easily - didn't even hurt! And I washed the bite as soon as the tick was removed. It didn't get an opportunity to feed on me yet, because it was removed too quickly. Chances of infection are very low, if not practically nonexistent. And even if I did get infected, we've got fancy medicines to clear it right up, no problem; everything will be okay! Don't worry your pretty little head about me, alright? I'll be fine! 😁💖

Oh! I also cooked some ground pork and beef, in preparation for making a recipe that some awesome person on the internet sent to me… gosh… a while ago now. I've been meaning to cook it up for a number of weeks, because it sounds ABSOLUTELY FREAKING DELECTABLE, but lately, I've been either too busy, too exhausted, or some weird combination of both. But I have all the ingredients on hand; it's just a matter of putting them together! I'm looking forward to it!! I can't wait to show it to you, because the person who shared it with me cares about you, too!

Anyhoot, it's getting late, and it's probably about time I went to bed. I've got a lot to do tomorrow, goodness me; therapy, and hangouts with my best friend B, and maybe cooking the thing if I still have energy leftover (I hope!). We'll see what happens!

Hey Sephiroth! Please remember to rest and to take delight in wholesome things and to treat yourself nice, okay? I dunno exactly what you're trying to do over at the Edge of Creation, but if you're gonna make it through all this okay in the end, you're gonna hafta make kind and loving choices, and to be able to do that reliably, you're gonna need all your strength. As far as I know, I can't zoop over there and give you a nutritious, wholesome meal and a nice cup of tea, because I am just a derpy autistic nerd who is totally devoid of reality-bending powers (much to my chagrin). So you gotta do it for yourself instead, okay? Promise me that you will, won't you?

And if you're having trouble, just pretend you're me for long enough to treat yourself in the same way that I would treat you. Or you can just make pretend like your self-destructive tendencies are dragons that need to be slain. That's how I've been dealing with mine, anyway, and it's objectively true that you're FAR better at slaying dragons than I could ever hope to be - I mean, c'mon, have you taken a look at me? I'm basically just a weird squiggly noodle. You can do better than I can at most anything - I promise.

I'll write again tomorrow. I love you. Stay safe out there.

Your friend, Lumine

[spaceprincessem]

fuck it friday

so all the madney proposal speculation and the post that talk about potential buck hijinks that could ensue has given me such bad brain rot that i started writing this new lil accidental friends to fiances buddie fic so uh hehehe im sorry? thank you @sibylsleaves for the tag!!!

So this is something Buck can do for her. Quite frankly, it may be one of the easiest things he’s ever done. Buck is good at keeping secrets (yeah, okay, he knows how that sounds too) and he’s even better at helping create surprises. He and Athena are the running champs at throwing surprise parties for various occasions at the 118. He’s beyond delighted when Maddie invites him over for lunch and shares her brilliant idea of proposing to Chimney before he can propose to her.

“We haven’t exactly followed most of the traditional things when it comes to being a couple,” Maddie laughs as she shrugs her shoulders a little sheepishly. “Besides,” her smile is warm, “I think Chimney deserves being proposed to.”

If anyone could pull it off it would definitely be Maddie. Buck can’t keep the grin off of his face as he sits in their new home with his niece on his lap and his sister’s beautiful, bright smile lighting up the room as she goes over her thoughts on what she wants to do. It feels a little like stepping over the finish line of a very long and hard fought race. Maddie and Chimney have been through so much both together and apart and if anyone deserves happiness it’s them. 

Buck is all in. He’s one-hundred percent, give em everything he’s got, will do anything Maddie asks—

“You can’t tell anyone,” Maddie suddenly becomes so serious Buck feels like he has whiplash.

He blinks a few times, brow furrow, “Well, yeah I know that.”

“No, Buck,” Maddie leans forward covering his hand with her own, “I mean it. No one else is allowed to know about this.”

Buck opens his mouth, but Maddie reads him like the traitorous sister that she is and cuts him off by saying, “That includes Eddie.”

“Maddie,” Buck whines, and he’s very well aware at how pathetic it sounds, “that’s not fair! It’s — he’s — it’s Eddie!”

i think we can all see where this is going to go 

gonna tag @alyxmastershipper @buddierights @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl 🥰

[jackles010378]

I have 118 followers 😳 seriously guys, it may not seem like a lot to you but to me it means so much 🥹 didn't really know what I was doing when I first signed up on here, now I have new friends who share the same thoughts and feelings about one incredible human being that is Jensen Ackles ❤️ love you guys 🥰🫶🏼🥰

[doctorkinney]

Hi baby, congrats on 118 followers! 🎉🎉🎉 May I ask for a sweet fluffy buddie Drabble pls and thanks 🥰

hi rawie <33 thank youu. mmm i was gonna write a drabble for you but i'm lazy so you have to wait for your nonverbal buck fic. that counts as sweet and fluffy. well pretty much all my fics are soft so my snippets can count too

i'm also writing a prompt drabble for someone else that will be fluffy so sTaY tUnEd for that

idk why i finally answered this now but yeah 🫠

[buck2eddie]

wip wednesday

my dear friend taylor @cowboy-buck tagged me in this and i only have one (1) wip that i started back in the hiatus and i don't think i've touched in a while but hey i've been tagged so im gonna post a little something for it! basically the idea was coma dream fic yk how it goes :)

“Time to get up, I made breakfast.”

“You? Breakfast?” he asks, because Eddie might have gotten a little better with making something other than cereal while he was away from the 118, but Buck still loves to tease him about it.

“Yes, me.” he huffs. “Technically it’s lunchtime, but it’s pancakes. Which, classify as a breakfast food and you only now woke up so we’re gonna go with breakfast.”

“Okay, but only because it’s pancakes,” he answers as he lifts himself up with the help of Eddie, who’s holding his hand and leading him to their kitchen, grinning in victory at the fact that he managed to get him up with little to no resistance.

The truth is that Buck will follow Eddie anywhere he goes.

i've had a few ideas in my brain for more buddie fics that hopefully I'll find the inspo to get them going 🥰 maybe these will help to get the groove back!!

im gonna tag @buckleyseddie @lover-of-mine @eddiediass @diazass if you guys want no pressure!!

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#5

pussy fiend, part 2 (l.dh)

PAIRING ➢ haechan x fem!reader

GENRES & AUS ➢ smut, humor, fluff; college au, enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers, roommate au

WORD COUNT ➢ 68.9k total, in 2 parts (28.2k & 40.7k)

WARNINGS ➢ invasion of privacy, Haechan’s a sneaky little shit, cocky!Haechan, jokes about emotional manipulation, author pretends to know about stuff she doesn’t, mild dubcon

CONTENTS ➢ (mild) dubcon, bratty switches! boffum!, somnophilia, oral (receiving), allusions to a free-use kink but barely, rimming (receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, brief thigh job, praise, barely degradation but if you’re sensitive note that, some spit kink, panty sucking (?), Haechan’s a bit of a pain slut, fingering, biting

SUMMARY ➢ part two baybee!! uhhh he still likes you and is still a fiend for pussy bestie have fun :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ➢ thank you so much for all the love on part one!! please do not get upset with me if you ignore the contents/warnings and get your feelings hurt; that is no one’s doing but yours. massive thank you to my love @ncteez for all her help with the initial idea and beta reading this monster for me :')

PART ONE FOUND HERE !!

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#4

SURVIVING NO NUT NOVEMBER (L.MK, L.DH)

MEMBERS. mark lee x fem!reader x lee haechan

GENRE. smut…that’s it… some humor

WORD COUNT. 28.8k (i’m not apologizing and you can’t make me)

CONTENTS. weed consumption, haechan favoritism (it’s me. what did you expect), explicit smut (slightest of dubcon, chasing kink (? y’all idk), quite a bit of edging/orgasm denial (giving), dry humping, handjobs, blowjobs, cunnilingus, finger sucking, bit of spit kink, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, anal, rimming (receiving), overstimulation (receiving), praise kink, some slight degradation, bratty switch!reader, bratty switch!haechan, needy switch!mark, haechan really likes calling you “puppy,” i think that’s it)

NOTES. hi :3 thank you to my love @ncteez​ (hon) for beta reading this for me! i’m on my mark & haechan monster cock agenda thank you very much :)

PLAYLIST. video games - sun // seduce - russ // pth - emanuel

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2,598 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#3

KISS U RIGHT NOW (L.MK)

pairing. mark lee x fem!reader genre. some fluff, smut word count. 6.9k contents. kissing, breast play, fingering (receiving), oral (giving), unprotected sex

summary. in which mark just really wants to kiss you. alternative summary. five times mark wanted to kiss you and one time he actually does.

notes. happy (belated) birthday @najaemarkl !! this fic is based off the song ‘kiss u right now’ by duckwrth 🥰

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2,767 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#2

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4,682 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

pussy fiend (l.dh)

PAIRING ➢ haechan x fem!reader

GENRES & AUS ➢ smut, humor, fluff; college au, enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers, roommate au

WORD COUNT ➢ 68.9k total, in 2 parts (28.2k & 40.7k)

WARNINGS ➢ invasion of privacy, Haechan’s a sneaky little shit, cocky!Haechan, jokes about emotional manipulation, author pretends to know about stuff she doesn’t, mild dubcon

CONTENTS ➢ (mild) dubcon, bratty switches! boffum!, somnophilia, oral (receiving), allusions to a free-use kink but barely, rimming (receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, brief thigh job, praise, barely degradation but if you’re sensitive note that, some spit kink, panty sucking (?), Haechan’s a bit of a pain slut, fingering, biting

SUMMARY ➢ uhhh he likes you and is a fiend for pussy idk bestie

AUTHOR’S NOTE ➢ long time no see! please consider sending a donation/tip if you enjoy the fic! please do not get upset with me if you ignore the contents/warnings and get your feelings hurt; that is no one’s doing but yours. if you enjoy the fic, please consider tipping me here or here!! ALSO massive thank you to my love @ncteez for all her help with the initial idea and beta reading this monster for me :')

PART TWO FOUND HERE !!

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5,052 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

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[lizzie-bennetdarcy]

I posted 1,941 times in 2022

That's 1,938 more posts than 2021!

323 posts created (17%)

1,618 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mostlyinthemorning

@maryp50

@stereopticons

@saraminia

@ramonaflow

I tagged 1,761 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#schitt's creek - 530 posts

#noah reid - 443 posts

#david x patrick - 298 posts

#dan levy - 157 posts

#fan art - 98 posts

#sc fan fic - 92 posts

#david x patrick - 80 posts

#schitt’s creek - 77 posts

#noahvember - 68 posts

#david rose - 67 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#there is a woman in my office and when she brings treats she comes by and tells everyone individually to come eat them

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#5

What we didn't see at Stevie's 😉

137 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#4

I hit a milestone number of followers recently (well, it feels like a milestone to me, especially since when I started this blog I was convinced no one would ever see it) and I wanted to say that I deeply appreciate every single person who has looked at my work and though, "yeah I wanna see more of that". This community has been so supportive, and I have felt more motivation to create, and found more joy in creating than I have in a long time.

And to every person who reached out individually to tell me how much you like my work- I love you. No, really, you're the fucking coolest ❤❤

Have some neck kisses, friends 😘

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138 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#3

So I'm watching Ella Enchanted and I feel like I have never fully appreciated the adorableness of Char hopping to the hall of records behind Ella so she doesn't look weird

143 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#2

Noah Reid: Fashion Icon

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143 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sleepy snuggles 🥰

209 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

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[cosmicraysandstuff]

I posted 975 times in 2022

That's 384 more posts than 2021!

4 posts created (0%)

971 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@outrunningthedark

@iamdeltas

@lilacblossoms

@lovecolibri

@kinnsporsche

I tagged 975 of my posts in 2022

#kinnporsche cast - 92 posts

#kinnporsche - 86 posts

#kinnporsche the series - 69 posts

#jeff satur - 51 posts

#ofmd - 40 posts

#apo nattawin - 38 posts

#🥰😍🥰😍 - 38 posts

#porsche kittisawasd - 33 posts

#stranger things - 32 posts

#🥰😍 - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#the fact that the tax write-off means that those movies and shows are gonna be locked away forever is fucking bullshit

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#4

*sigh* So, I started up my Louis Tomlinson blog again, after several years, cuz I finally have the mental/emotional energy to maintain it, and it looks like my blog might've been shadowbanned. The name of the blog was "let go" at one point, because I was inactive, but when I went to rename my blog, the original name was still available. So, I saved it again.

I sent a ticket to Tumblr support, but I'm wondering if I should just change the name all together. But I'm not sure if that would help? It's just frustrating, cuz a lot is happening with Louis's new song/album and I want to be able to interact with fellow fans/reblog/etc. 😢

Any suggestions are welcomed.

0 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#3

This song is helping to cheer me up, when everything gets to be too much.

Plus? I'm always down for a fun song about my city. 🥰😍🗽🌞

0 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#2

Music Recs

1. Louis Tomlinson has a new single out today - "Bigger than Me" - and it just showcases how much his songwriting and vocals have grown. I'm so happy that he got to tour this year, (after the personal and professional obstacles he had to contend with the past few years), and I'm thrilled that he'll be able to release his 2nd album in November.

His songs have gotten me through some pretty bad times and I'm so proud to be his fan. 🥰😍

2. Blackpink - "Pink Venom" - my girls are back and I couldn't be happier. 😍 They're still really the only Kpop group I follow at the moment, (though I'm starting to look into other groups), and their music just energizes me so much. I know that there are some fans who don't like the new single, but I appreciate how it's different from their previous songs, without going too far in another direction. Their talent still kills me, I swear. 😘

3. Rina Sawayama - she has a new EP out and I adore every song on it. Her vocals in "Phantoms" and "Catch Me in the Air" are breathtaking and I continue to adore her lyrics. I'm so glad that I followed up on that Tumblr post I found a few months ago about Rina, cuz I've become such a huge fan of her music, and I hadn't heard of her before that. I HIGHLY recommend checking her out. 🥰😍

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My #1 post of 2022

Happy 10th anniversary to Gravity Falls today!

Happy 10th anniversary to Night Vale today!

And Happy 12th anniversary to me officially moving to NYC today!

I never remember to acknowledge the day, so I'm glad I remembered this year.

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

2 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

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soft prompt sunday

i know this is supposed to be seven sentence sunday, but i haven’t started any new fics yet (hoping to start a new wip tomorrow!) so i figured i would do a lil something different and post one of the soft prompts since @mumucow and i haven challenged each other to do one weekly. 

thanks to @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper and @shortsighted-owl for the tag 🥰😘 have some tsunami feels on this fine sunday

3. “Just…hold my hand?”

“You know,” Eddie says quietly, gently, stepping next to Buck, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, “you don’t have to do this.”

Buck blows out a slow breath, the tightness in his chest growing stronger the longer he stands right on the edge of the waterline. His bare feet sink into the wet sand, but he’s still right out of reach of the thin film of white that crests at the tip of the water. The air is heavy with salt, but the day is cool as the sun starts to set in the horizon. The sunset is gorgeous; streaks of red, orange, and yellow painted with swatches of soft pink illuminate the sky. He’s made it to this exact spot several times before, each one almost erupting in some form of a near panic attack that keeps him in the driver’s side of the Jeep well past the dip of the sun and the dotting of stars in an indigo sky. 

It seems stupid, really, how much the water still terrifies him. How he still wakes up in the middle of the night, clutching his chest; his lungs drenched and drowning. How Christopher’s name dies off in a scream and his heart bottoms out in his stomach at the memory of Eddie’s face when he told his best friend that he lost his son. 

“Yes I do,” Buck manages through gritted teeth.

He needs to face his fears, maybe then he can actually get a decent night’s sleep. It was either this or roll beneath the firetruck and the thought alone of the last one had him heaving into his bathroom sink. 

“Okay,” Eddie murmurs, still a steady presence by his side.

Buck relaxes a little when Eddie presses in next to him, a line of heat where their shoulders meet. Buck’s always felt like it’s him against the world (the universe really) and that sentiment only seemed to grow and fester like a poisoned weed in his brain when he isolated himself from the team during the lawsuit. He’s used to doing things on his own, never really needed anyone to get by. Wanted, most definitely, but not needed. It was a lesson he learned the hard way all of his childhood.

But now, with Eddie beside him, and the promise of a dinner out at one of their favorite restaurants to celebrate Hen’s birthday, Buck doesn’t feel so alone. The loneliness ebbs and flows like the waves in front of him. Sometimes it’s calm and aching and sometimes it’s tumultuous and crashing. But Buck survived. For better or worse he survived and he saved Christopher and countless others even when he doesn’t always believe it. 

So he owes it to himself, he thinks, to try. Maybe then he’ll start to feel like he deserves to have people like Christopher and Eddie and the 118 in his life.

“Just…hold my hand?” Buck asks, hoping it doesn’t sound as pathetic as it feels.

Eddie’s face breaks into a warm smile, eyes a beautiful brown in the dying light of the sun. He reaches in the space between them, tangling their fingers together. Buck tries not to think about how their hands fit perfectly together, like they were made that way. 

“Okay,” Buck exhales, “okay.”

He takes a step forward and Eddie follows. The water is cold, and Buck fights the full body flinch, knowing he isn’t very successful. Eddie sweeps his thumb over Buck’s skin and it’s enough to keep him moving. He stops when the water hits his knees, the impact of the waves not hard enough to throw him off balance, but enough to know that if he gets any further he might start hyperventilating.

“Not too bad?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to catch Buck’s gaze.

“No,” Buck hums, squeezing Eddie’s hand, “not too bad at all.”

They watch the sun slowly sink below the horizon and Eddie never lets go of his hand until they’re back at the Jeep.

sorry i feel lazy and i feel like everyone has been tagged so feel free to share something!!!

[leandra-kinard]

fanfic author tag game

Thanks for tagging me, @mumucow 🥰

Rules - Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!” (And I’m gonna go with my current fandom, because I have 12 years worth of fic on AO3, and most of my current followers are in the 911 fandom)

most popular: I’d Live For You | 11k | Buddie | angst with happy ending

“Eddie, we-- we’re not both getting outta here alive.”

Eddie let out a strangled, angry kind of chuckle before Buck could see him swallow and shake his head. “So, what? You’re telling me one of us should open the hatch so the other can escape and leave--” His voice broke in his throat, and the look of frustration on his features crumbled, fear and disbelief in his brown eyes.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Buck replied, still that panic in the pit of his stomach, but a sense of calm laid itself over it as he looked at Eddie, “And it’s gonna be me.”

~*~

The 118 get called to help with a beached fishing boat, and things quickly go adrift.

hidden gem #1: Bright as the Sun, Deep as the Ocean | 35k | Buddie | fluff with a pinch of angst

“We can unpack later, right?” he asked as Eddie rolled their suitcase to the wardrobe which separated the sleeping area from their very own ensuite bathroom. There was another, smaller one on the other side of the suite which was the one Christopher would be using. 

“I told you, if you want to nap go ahead. I can unpack our stuff. It’s not like we brought that much.” 

“Or…” Buck started, pushing himself up on his elbows, “you could come here and try out the bed?” 

“I’m sure it’s very comfortable,” Eddie replied dryly, obviously teasing Buck as he was opening the suitcase to find their toiletries bag. 

Pouting dramatically, Buck let himself fall back onto the soft pillows. It only took a short moment for Eddie to finally come to the bed after all and let himself fall down right next to Buck. The bed was so large that they weren’t even instantly touching. 

“Okay, that is a really nice bed.” 

“I know, right? I don’t think I want to leave it again the whole week.” 

“Really, Buck? We spent all this money and your hours of research and planning so we could stay in bed the whole vacation?” 

Buck smirked softly and turned his head to look at Eddie. “It’s not a vacation. It’s our honeymoon. So spending it in bed kinda is the point.” 

~*~

Buck and Eddie spend their honeymoon at a beautiful beach resort in Puerto Rico with lots of amazing and fun activities planned. Naturally, they brought Christopher as well and made it a family trip.

hidden gem #2: What’s Poppin’? | 2.4k | Buddie | quarantine humor

“Buck, what’s going on? Are you hurt?” he asked, looking at Buck and past him but finding no signs of injury or any damage in the bathroom that required Chimney, of all people, to fix it. 

“No, I’m-- It’s--” Buck let out another frustrated little groan, but his eyes still looked at Eddie anxiously, even scared, “I… found a lump.” 

“A lump?” Eddie asked, feeling his own eyes widen in concern, “Where?”

“Just get Chimney”, Buck repeated his mantra, for whatever reason. 

“I was a medic. I can check it too.” 

“No, it’s-- Just get--” 

“Buck, don’t worry, let me s--”

“It’s on my balls.” 

Eddie stared at him for a second, and Buck stared back - despite the worry in his glance a defiance in it, too. 

“Right.”

“Yeah,” Buck just replied tensely. 

“Right,” Eddie repeated, “I’m gonna get him. Chim??”

~*~

Four adults living together in a one-bedroom loft during a global pandemic is awkward and demanding enough as is. With a rather delicate medical 'emergency' bad comes to worse on the awkwardness-scale.

Tagging @fearlessdiaz and whoever else wants to do this.