#it’s just bobby nash rules all

[batsyspooks]

remembering when my sister told me to start watching 911 because of how hot buck is, yet from episode one i had fallen in love with bobby nash.

[shadowuponstorm]

You're Gonna Get Us in Trouble

Reader is the newest member of the 118 and is a huge rule follower. So what happens when her secret relationship almost comes to light when a certain Diaz can't keep his hands off of her? Oh, did I mention that the reader is Bobby Nash's niece?

I'm not sure if this should be a warning, there are some spicy sentences (regarding f!oral receiving and squeezing of the ass), but they don't qualify this as smut fanfic, in my opinion! If I'm thinking incorrectly, please tell me in the comments or message me.

I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Reaching my hand over, I turn the phone towards me to see the contact name, "Uncle Bobby," taking over the whole screen. I silently curse before answering with a "Morning, Uncle Bobby. Did you need something?"

"Sorry to be waking you up before shift, but I was wondering if you could run by the store to grab some essentials for me," Bobby says as I feel the other body beside me starting to move.

"Yeah, sure. Do you have a list?" I asked as I felt a pair of lips kissing a trail behind my ear and then stopping at the one spot that makes me shiver, "Actually, can you text it to me? I still got sleep on my mind to remember all of it."

Once Bobby told me that was completely fine, I hung up the phone after we exchanged love you. I turned to face Eddie and slapped him on his bare shoulder before scolding him, "He could've heard you!"

"It was worth the risk," Eddie said as he leaned closer to kiss me, "When are we eventually going to tell people?"

"It's bad enough that he keeps overhearing Buck talk about the bruises on my neck. It's going to become worse if he finds out I'm dating one of his 'boys' after he warned me not to," I respond as I sighed before telling Eddie it will be soon.

Eddie and I have been dating for six months, which has been the best months of my life. He has all the qualities that make him amazing, sweet, funny, always knows how to take care of me when the situation calls for it, and he's attentive.

"Amor, keeping us a secret has to be eating away at you. It can't be good for you," Eddie whispered as I remind him how I'm a follower and nobody expects me to start bending the rules just because I'm dating a fellow firefighter, "Well, I've got an idea that will help keep your mind off of it."

"Edmundo, no, we only have 15 minutes before we have to report for a shift," I said as Eddie smirked before pushing up the shirt I was wearing, making my lace panties come into view.

"I only need 8 of those minutes," Eddie whispered while his head disappeared under the covers as his fingers trailed my underwear down my legs before moving them back up to spread my folds.

"Eddie-" I started to laugh before letting out a moan from feeling his tongue enter me and I run my hand through his hair before balling into a fist to pull at it, which in turns, makes him groan out into me.

Let’s just say, it took exactly 7 minutes and 20 seconds for Eddie to make me come from just his mouth. After I “finished”, we got our showers, put on our uniforms, and left my apartment in our separate vehicles before he heads to the station while I head to the store.

“Wow, your mystery man certainly is a leech,” I hear Buck shout as I rush over to him and slammed my hand over his mouth before telling him to shut the fuck up.

“Is this the same guy or a different one?” Howie asks as I explained to him that I’m not that type of girl, “I’m just saying, no judgment here. Buckaroo here knows what it’s like.”

“Hey, come on, that was years ago! I’ve now since quit that,” Buck complains as I laugh and told him that I knew that he has since changed his ways.

I head over to my locker and started putting my stuff in there before I feel someone tap my shoulder and whisper, “Why is Diaz on your shirt?”

“Wait what?” I asked in a panic as I try to look in a mirror before I hear Hen laughing and I groaned before saying “Real funny, Hen.”

Hen is the only one who knows about mine and Eddie’s relationship, since she caught the two of us getting a little too close for comfort at an event for the department. Turns out, she has a bet going with most of the boys that Eddie and I would end up together so she offered to keep the secret if I help her win.

“So, you were a little late this morning, I take Eddie took his sweet time?” Hen teases, making me laugh before explaining that Bobby called asking for me to grab some essential for lunch or dinner, “Wait, did Bobby hear him?”

"Almost, can you imagine how embarrassing it would be if my uncle has heard his niece ‘getting some loving’?” I said as Hen snickers and starts to laugh before I smack her arm, harshly whispering, “It’s not that funny!”

“What’s not funny?” I hear Uncle Bobby asked, so I swiftly responded nothing before he gives me and Hen a concerned look.

“She was just telling me about how she’s embarrassed she burnt herself with the curling iron again,” Hen responds as Bobby shook his head and said “You’ve been getting quite a lot of those bruises lately, try to be careful next time alright?”

“Of course Uncle Bobby,” I told him as he walks away, before I turned my attention back to Hen, “I’m going to murder Eddie.”

Hen laughs again as she walks away towards upstairs, leaving me alone in the locker room. A few minutes go by before I hear the door open and footsteps enter.

“Hola Amor,” I hear Eddie whisper in my ear as I feel his hand move down to my ass to squeeze it.

“Eddie,” I warned him while I reached back and removed his hand, “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

Eddie then moves me around, facing him before putting his hands on my hips and whispering, “With who? Everyone’s upstairs and we’re alone.”

“Even if they are upstairs, this room is like a glass house,” I whispered back as Eddie shook his head and leans in to give me a kiss.

“You worry too much, maybe your uncle will be happy you finally found a handsome man who swept you off your feet,” Eddie says, making me smile, before he continues with, “And maybe he won’t be too mad that his two firefighters happen to be dating.”

“You don’t understand how overprotective Bobby can get, especially about family,” I respond before sighing, “Ever since he’s lost his wife and kids in that fire, he’s been beating himself up mentally. Heaven forbid, something happens to me, to Athena, to May, to Harry, to anyone in the fire family under his watch, I fear he’s could go back into that spiral that made him fall off the wagon.”

“While I can��t exactly say I’ve been in your shoes witnessing that part of Bobby, I do know what it’s like to be overprotective about someone you love,” Eddie says and before I could say I know he’s meaning Christopher, he continues, “I never told you this but before I was to re-enlist to provide money for Christopher’s medical bills, Shannon left us to go take care of her mother. She begged me to go with her, but all I was focusing on was making sure I could give Christopher everything he wanted or needed. She called me selfish for doing so.”

“Edmundo Diaz, nothing about you is selfish. Your son was born with complications and has cerebral palsy so he’s bound to have medical expenses at some points of his life. That kid is so lucky to have you as his father and don’t forget, you had an army standing right behind you helping you out with whatever you needed while you were working various jobs to sustain a living,” I reminded him, which made him give me the biggest smile I’ve ever gotten from him, before he kisses me again, but this time with passion.

“Damn it!” We heard someone shout before we pulled apart and jerked our heads to the sound, Buck.

“Pay up gentlemen,” Hen says as Eddie and I exited the locker room, “Thanks to you two, I’m now $40 richer.”

“How long has this been going on?” Chimney asks before glancing his eyes over to my uncle.

“Are you mad?” I asked, nervous for his reaction since like I told Eddie, he’s overprotective about family.

Bobby then starts making his way downstairs and walks toward me before pulling me into a bear hug.

“There is no way I could be mad about my niece being happy with the man she loves,” Bobby says before I squeezed him back, “But really, how long have you two been together?”

“6 months,” Eddie and I both said before Buck asked if Christopher knows, which prompts Eddie to answer with, “He knows, he’s been very excited about the two of us.”

“When did you tell him?” I asked, curious how Christopher has managed to keep the secret.

“He actually drew a picture of the three of us and when I asked him why he included you, he said you were like a second mom to him. Always there when he needed you or there if he wants to talk to you. He also had suspicions when he saw my contact name for you on my phone,” Eddie responds, making me laugh before I ask him what it is.

Eddie takes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up the contacts before scrolling to the name he has for me, which made my heart melt.

“Mi Amor Por Siempre, which translates to ‘My Love Forever’ in English,” Eddie explains as I try not to cry about the meaning in front of everyone.

“I wonder what your contact name is for him,” Buck pipes up as I laugh at the random outburst.

“Mi Soldado, my soldier,” I said, making Buck confused and he then asked me if it would’ve made more sense for it to be my firefighter, “Eddie may be a firefighter, but he was a soldier first. Still is even if he’s in a different profession, he soldiered through single parenthood, war, and especially soldiered through fire. I couldn’t be any more prouder of him.”

“Now you two are perfect for one another,” Hen says as Eddie dips me and kisses me, making everyone hoot and holler at the scene.

Suddenly the alarm rang and the voice came on to tell us where we were needed. While everyone is hustling and bustling to get ready to leave the station, Eddie whispered, “That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

I smiled before saying, “Definitely not,” as I put my hand in his and we start racing toward the truck, with not a care in the world who’s watching us be in love anymore.

[passionwillow]

Bobby Nash - Random Headcanons

Hi again! Here’s another little blurb for Bobby cause I can’t get enough. 🩷

Warnings: Some smut, mostly fluff.

- Whatever you’re interested in, this man is researching to talk to you about. It wouldn’t matter if he likes it or not, he wants to be able to converse with you! A TV show, movie, music, a hobby. You’ll be talking about how much you like something and he’s pulling out facts and info about it.

- He secretly loves yard work. Mowing the grass, planting and weeding, work on the house. It makes him feel helpful! And it’s almost a stress reliever. You’ll come home to new plants in the yard, some flowers on the table, new mulch in the plant bed. He loves it even more if you join him. He craves that domestic feel.

- Kind of along the same line, he loves doing laundry. The smell of clean clothes, fresh sheets is soothing. He’ll throw on a movie or show and go to town.

- I’ve mentioned this is another post, but I’ll get into more detail here: bubble baths. This man LOVES a good bath. You’d come home from work and the tub is already being filled, bubbles are forming and he has candles lit in the bathroom. The lights are dimmed. The mood is set and he can’t wait to just sit and relax with you. He’s propped up with you laying back against his chest, and he’s happy to sit in silence or chat about your day.

- Bath time tends to lead to more between the two of you, more often than not. You’ll be trying to discuss your day, a coworker that annoyed you, and suddenly you feel his kisses move along your neck, his warmth breath tickling your skin as his rough, calloused hands move along your thighs.

- You start to stutter and completely forget your story, eyes closing as your head falls back to his shoulder, but he won’t have that.

- “Keep going, baby, I’m listening”

- You try to finish your story but a hands already between your legs, gliding between your folds and teasing your clit. That sweet, familiar smirk is plastered to his face as he curls his fingers inside you, bringing you to the edge in a familiar ease.

(Oof had too much fun with that one 🙂‍↔️)

- Those murder mystery cases you can have delivered to your house?? He’s most definitely subscribed to get a new one each month and LOVES going through it with you. He loves a good mystery to solve and you two would stay up all night snacking and trying to get to the bottom of it.

- He loves having game night with you and the 118. Charades, Uno, whatever, he has a blast with it. Watching you and Buck fight (jokingly) over the rules and who the winner is never fails to make him smile.

- Secretly a sucker for soap operas. You come home from the grocery store and he’s on the couch, totally engrossed in the plot.

- “Babe.. what are you watching?”

- “Hold on- hold on, hun, we’re about to find out who Michael’s real parents are!”

- I just really love Bobby Nash. 🩷

I hope you guys enjoy ☺️

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Bed hair for the soft prompts if it inspires :3

@zahlibeth also asked for this one! On ao3 here!

It's easy to rely on habit in times of crisis. It’s been a long while since Athena has been put on security detail but her body still sinks into it, easy. Think of a grocery list, or a mediocre book you read, or try to remember all the rules of Risk — something to keep you from inattentive boredom, but not something so engaging you’ll be distracted. Feet a little apart, legs stiff but not locked, settle into your own bones because you’ll be here awhile.

It’s wrong, though, because if she were actually working she’d be in uniform, and she’d be by the door facing out instead of across the hall looking in, and she’d never be assigned to this room. She isn’t a doctor, there aren’t any hard and fast rules about family members, but any captain worth a damn would bench her for being too close to the situation to keep a clear head.

In the room, Eddie Diaz sets a plastic grocery store bag down on Evan Buckley’s bed. Buck shifts his thigh just a little to make room for it, gazing up at his friend with a smile that Athena can’t quite manage to look at without hurting. Every smile on that boy’s face since he woke up has hurt, for reasons Athena can’t quite explain to herself. Bobby has been shaking with relief, giddy with it, grinning down at the kid in awe whenever he’s in the room. Maybe that’s it; while Buck was unconscious she was needed as a rock, she had to be the solid foundation everyone could build themselves around. It’s okay now. Buck is awake — alive — and still sore, still not well, but he’s going to be okay. They can all relax. But here she is, standing guard, because everyone is alright and she can take her turn giving into paranoia and catastrophe.

She doesn’t think that’s quite it, though. It’s… she’s having trouble with the timeline. The facts of the case don’t feel like they’re adding up right, though she knows they’re true. Sunday afternoon: Evan Buckley was at the home of Robert Nash and Athena Grant. He was there for lunch. He sat at the kitchen table and he laughed, and he smiled. Monday night: Evan Buckley, in the regular course of his job, climbed a ladder to aid in putting out a fire in an apartment building. He was struck by lightning, and he died. Bobby, the one time she convinced him to come home and sleep in a bed, wept that he had again held the body of his son. Thursday morning: After four days in a coma fighting organ failure and other yet unknown effects of being hit by 300 million volts of electricity, Evan Buckley woke up. He woke up. He laughed with his father, with the rest of his family. He smiled, bright as he always has.

He smiled, he died, he’s smiling again. That’s what happened, indisputable, but each part of it feels wrong, feels tainted by the central event. How could he have smiled so happily on Sunday, when that was going to happen the next day? How can he smile so happily now that it has? He was in her house. She shouldn’t have let him leave.

“Alright,” Eddie says, pulling wet wipes, a spray bottle, various other things out of the bag. “I’m not gonna lie to you; after a few days of this your hair is going to feel as disgusting as it does now just in new and exciting ways, but hopefully by then you’ll be home. Or- at least they’ll let you take a real shower.”

Buck laughs, running a finger over the spines of a hair brush. “Dude, anything will be better than this. I feel like I’m made of grease.” He reaches a hand up — to run it through his limp hair, maybe — but winces and lowers it carefully again. Athena holds her breath yards away as Eddie freezes, minutely, just a tiny second of stillness before he’s smiling and opening the wipes.

“Well,” Eddie says, voice just as cheerful as before, “Luckily for you I am a master of the unsatisfying hospital hair cleaning routine.”

Buck almost giggles, shoulders wiggling like the way a child laughs. “Oh, please, show me your ways.”

Eddie holds up the wipe first. “Sorry this smells so flowery, but it’s the wettest brand of wipes I‘ve found.” He starts to hand the damp square to Buck, but hesitates. “Uh- I was going to let you- but it’ll be uncomfortable for- do you want me to just…”

“Sure,” Buck smiles. “I trust you.”

Eddie only made it in the room once while Buck was out, as far as Athena is aware. He’d haunted the hall like a ghost or a watchdog, though she supposes she’s not really one to talk while she’s posted out here. She watches as he directs Buck to scoot closer and stands as far to the back of the bed as he can get so he’s sort of behind Buck. She wonders if he’ll hesitate to touch him. She did. Since he woke up nearly 24 hours ago she has put a hand on his shoulder, once. It had been warm. He’d been moving, a little, half dead and even then unable to keep still. Eddie squeezes the wipe above Buck’s head, dripping faintly floral dampness, and then starts moving the cloth around his curls, and he doesn’t hesitate at all. Athena breathes in and out. Not half dead, she reminds herself. Mostly living.

Buck isn’t moving much now. He looks utterly relaxed as Eddie cleans away days of hospital grime. The man is so gentle about it, movements incredibly soft and slow, a hand supporting Buck’s head any time he needs to reposition to get at a new spot. She’d assumed this is a trick he’d learned after getting shot, but wonders now if this is an older skill, perfected on his child’s curls after any of Christopher’s hospital stays.

“Alright,” Eddie says, several discarded wipes later. He sets the last one on the mattress with a little flourish. “Step one complete.”

Buck opens eyes that drifted shut at some point, laughing quietly. “God, I feel better already.”

“Well, now it’s time for detangling, so don’t be too happy with me yet.”

Buck snorts, gingerly passing back the hair brush. “I’ll be brave, do your worst.”

Buck can’t see Eddie’s face with the way he’s standing, but Athena has a clear view. Sort of sad, kind of frightened. Athena is suddenly sure that he’s only ever going to do his absolute best for the man in the bed before him. “Okay,” he says, a warning before he starts, and she’s surprised that his voice doesn’t shake.

He begins with his fingers, pulling them so very carefully through the knotted strands, and it’s so intimate that Athena looks away on instinct. She counts all the chairs she can see in the waiting room, she reads all the signs on the walls. She doesn’t look in the room again until Buck speaks.

“Thank you.” He’s looking up at Eddie, neck craned as he tilts his head back, and she knows all the jokes about our Buckaroo, resident golden retriever, but it makes her think of a cat she had when she was younger. The tiny thing would plaster herself to your side and lean her head back up against you, so much love in her gaze you couldn’t help but smile back. Eddie smiles back, now.

“It’s no problem, Buck.”

“I can still thank you,” Buck says as Eddie leans over him to grab the spray bottle. Dry shampoo. He mists Buck’s head with it, ruffling his hair to get it evenly coated. “It’s polite.”

Eddie laughs, and Athena hadn’t realized his laughter before had been a little muted. “You don’t have to be polite to me.”

Buck grins. “Fine. Gel me up, peon.”

Eddie laughs again, loud and cackly, as he grabs the last tub from the bag. “Yes, sir. I got a pomade, it’s a little lighter than your normal stuff so hopefully the build up won’t feel so bad.”

“Okay.”

Eddie moves so he can see Buck’s face again, working the product into his hair and doing some light styling. The pomade doesn’t have much hold, his curls remain more prominent than they usually are, but he looks cleaner, a little neater, and definitely happier once Eddie is finished.

“There you are.” Eddie says, sitting back down in the chair pulled up to Buck’s bedside. He raises a pointed eyebrow, lips curved into a smirk. “Remember to leave a five star yelp review.”

Buck throws his head back in laughter, and Eddie sways forward into the orbit of it. The look on his face is- he’s lovestruck. She’d wondered about that — with more and more frequency lately, every story from Buck starting and ending with the other man — but she doesn’t know Eddie as well as some of the others on Bobby’s team and hadn’t wanted to assume. There is no doubt, though, looking at him now. Strangely, it makes Athena feel a little better. She definitely hadn’t known Eddie when his wife had passed but she knows it happened. She remembers Emmet, thinks of Marcy. Michael, and then Bobby. Buck and Eddie. The timeline — smiles, death, smiling again — is one she knows, after all, just in a different context, on a longer timeline.

When Buck leans forward again after his guffaw Eddie hasn’t moved back, so they end up very close to each other, matching grins reflecting between them. Eddie spots a bit of product near Buck’s temple and reaches up with a thumb to wipe it away, and it’s such a casual gesture until, suddenly, Eddie’s breath catches in his throat. When he falls apart he does it with a swift efficiency that something in Athena admires. His face shatters, his whole body slumps forward like a puppet with cut strings, a sob rattles up out of him with no preamble.

Buck’s eyes are wide, but he doesn’t necessarily look surprised. “Oh, Eddie…” he breathes, leaning even closer on his pillow.

“S-sorry,” Eddie gasps, scrubbing at his face like the touch of his palm will put him back together, sucking in air to try and stop the weeping. “Sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Buck’s tone is so gentle, so patient. Athena realizes she still thinks of him as a kid — a fool kid much of the time — but he doesn’t seem so young as he rests a calm hand on Eddie’s arm.

“For- I- I shouldn’t fall apart like this.”

“Why not?” Buck asks, laughing just a little. “You know I was a mess when you- it’s fine, Eds.”

“But-“

“You want me to forgive you?” Buck asks, eyebrows raised, a look on his face like he’d wanted the same, once. “I will. You’re forgiven.”

“I couldn’t- I couldn’t-“ Eddie takes a few more shuddering breaths and Buck just waits him out. “I couldn’t come in here. You were in here and I couldn’t- I left you alone.”

“I forgive you,” Buck says, easy as anything. Eddie’s face pinches up again, and he shakes his head sort of desperately even as Buck’s hand soothes up and down between wrist and elbow.

“I broke your ribs,” he says, voice cracking like the bones must have under his frantic compressions.

Buck’s free hand travels to his chest, and his fingers tap a little heartbeat rhythm there. “I forgive you, Eddie.”

“I love you,” Eddie says, in a voice Athena has heard in interrogation rooms and the priest’s box after Sunday mass. Buck’s inhale can’t be very loud, but she hears it all the way from the hall.

“I’m not forgiving you for that,” he says, a little winded but very firm. He sits up in his bed, ignoring Eddie’s worried hands hovering around him as he puts his own on either side of Eddie’s face. “I’m not- please, don’t apologize for that.”

“Sorry- I- I mean-“ Eddie smiles like he can’t help it as Buck’s gentle amused huff hits his face, even as tears still stream across his skin. “I won’t. I just wish I’d told you sooner.”

“You can tell me now,” Buck says, sliding a thumb over Eddie’s wet cheek. “Again. You can tell me again, and- and tomorrow, and the next day- I’m right here. It’s not too late, Eddie. I’m right here.”

Eddie nods, breathing unevenly again, and then they sort of fall into each other, holding and being held, so carefully but tight enough that Athena isn’t sure of the force it would take to pull them apart again. She inhales long and exhales slow. She can sort of see Buck’s face, smiling into Eddie’s shoulder, and it still hurts but she can maybe see how it might not, eventually. Right here, and tomorrow and the next day. He’ll still be in the hospital for a little while but- maybe, when he’s settled back at home, he’d like to come over for lunch.

Athena stands up straight, takes one last long look, and leaves Buck in safe hands.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

From this post.

“I’m sad now…”

“Why?”

"Sad because you wouldn’t let me bully you—”

“...What?!” 

(Chaos, pure chaos 😅❤️ Merry Christmas Eve if you celebrate ❤️ :))

Eddie chucked the fake snowball as hard as he could in the blonde's direction, but he ducked just in time. "Dang it!"

Buck jumped back up. "Ha-ha!"

Eddie bolted the other side and the snowball that was just thrown at him skimmed the top of Chimney's head instead.

"Hey!" The shorter firefighter exclaimed from his spot behind the table.

"Sorry," Buck apologized before chucking another one at him.

Chimney threw the two in his hand at the blonde's retreating form. "Sorry my foot!"

Once his hands were empty, Hen yanked him back down. "Great, now we're out of ammo."

From his spot behind the counter, Eddie pointed at the two. "Nuh-uh, that's cheating. There's no teams in a snowball fight."

"Since when is that a rule?" Hen asked before lobbing a surprise snowball at him.

Eddie ducked as it soared right past where his shoulder had been.

Chimney's eyebrows furrowed together. "I thought you said we were out of ammo?"

"Well, now we are."

After a pause, Chimney nailed her in the head with another one before taking off. "Now we are."

"You!" The female firefighter grabbed the ball before taking off after him.

By now, the entirety of the Nashes's house was littered with all the fake snowballs. It looked like a snowy battlefield had found its way indoors.

A second later, Bobby walked in with Athena and the two immediately froze.

"Were we really gone that long?" Athena asked her husband.

"Didn't think we were," Bobby replied.

A moment later, Eddie came running and then screeched to a halt with wide eyes when he saw them.

A fake snowball bounced off of the dark haired firefighter's head before the rest of the room fell quiet.

"Mind explaining what happened?" The older police sergeant asked.

Eddie glanced over his shoulder at the mess. "Uhh . . . Well . . ."

Bobby held out his hand. "You know we got those for the kids, right?"

Eddie reluctantly dropped the fake snowball into his outstretched hand. "I know."

Suddenly, Buck jumped around the corner. "Gotcha!"

In response, Eddie ducked to avoid the fake snowball coming toward him.

And it hit Athena right in the forehead.

The blonde's eyes went wide.

Eddie stepped back.

"Gutsy move Buckaroo," Chimney muttered.

"I--I didn't---," the blonde began.

The older police sergeant glared at the younger man as she snatched up the fake snowball. "If that's how you want to play."

"No, wait! It was an accident!" Buck took off with Athena hot on his heels. "He moved out of the way!"

Bobby sighed.

A second later, Eddie slipped another fake snowball out of his pocket. "You snooze you loose Cap."

The older fire captain barely flinched as the snowball bounced off of his chest. He then took the one in his hand and watched it sail right past the dark haired firefighter before jumping into the fray.

[alchemistc]

goon | bucktommy | chapter five

check out the hockey glossary here (updated through chapter five)

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

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Eddie pulls into the parking lot still grinning at the recollection of the first time he’d met Evan Buckley, and Tommy can’t help but smile back, all the air in his lungs spent on the breathless laughter he’d expelled on the drive over.

“He actually thought I was there to replace him, or something,” Eddie says, fondly, amusement and affection seeping into his voice, and something clicks, just then. Tommy doesn’t have time to think about it, though, because half a second later Ravi is banging on the passenger window, looking harried.

Tommy rolls it down with one eyebrow raised.

“Closed practice,” Ravi says, with a kind of warning tilt to his expression, and Eddie’s smile evaporates in the drivers seat.

“Shit,” Eddie says, and Ravi nods emphatically.

Tommy’s been here going on three months, and this is the first time he’s even heard a whisper about closed practice. Sure, there are days where fans don’t fill the stands, and days when the media doesn’t seem inclined to make an appearance because there isn’t any story worth telling, but as far as he knows, Bobby Nash hasn’t held a closed practice in at least a few years. Back when he was brand new and fighting an uphill battle for a point or two a week, yeah, he’d definitely heard a few of those stories from guys like McKinley and even a few of the guys who’d been traded, in the following few years, to teams Tommy played for.

But Tommy can’t think of a reason why Nash would want to do that now.

Gerrard had held them for the opportunity to pick on whoever he felt like singling out on a given day, but that’s not Nash’s style.

“He called up four guys from Loveland,” Ravi continues, and next to Tommy, Eddie grimaces.

“Scrimmage?”

Ravi nods forebodingly.

“Shit,” Eddie repeats, and Tommy takes a deep breath, not quite sure if this is actually something to be worried about, or more melodramatics from a bunch of guys who’ve never had to play for the likes of Tortorella or Gerrard. “Does Buck know?”

“Buck’s the one who told me,” Ravi says, and Eddie whistles through his teeth.

“Is he already picking on the Eagles guys?”

“He’s got The List out,” Ravi informs them gravely, and Eddie actually leans forward and knocks his head against the steering wheel, startling Ravi when his forehead hits dead center on the horn.

“What’s the list?” Tommy queries, using the back of his hand to shove Ravi gently out of his way, opening the door before he rolls up the window to allow them to continue this conversation. He’s almost positive this is a late hazing, at this point, but never let it be said that Tommy won’t take any opportunity to let Buck’s team talk about him.

(Fucked, with a capital F.)

“You don’t wanna know about The List,” Ravi tells him ominously, dancing out of the way of the bag Tommy swings out from the back seat before shutting his door behind him.

“Tell me anyway.”

Ravi falls into stride beside him, detailing a nightmarish demon of a man who hazes the new kids and the old hats alike with pop quizzes on regulations and unspoken rules, right before drilling any random passersby with questions about the system they play until he was satisfied they fully understood The Process.

Tommy hasn’t seen a trace of this monstrous demon, but he’s actually kind of looking forward to finding out if this is a real thing Evan Buckley does. It sounds objectively hilarious, and also a little adorable.

It’s been two weeks and Tommy’s gotten a couple texts, a single call, and some heavy looks across a table at team dinner, or the locker room after practie, with no idea what, exactly, he’d said or done to draw Buckley’s ire. He actually thought I was there to replace him, Eddie had said, not five minutes ago, and Tommy takes the rest of the walk (Eddie and Ravi on either side of him looking like they’ve just gotten their marching orders) to reassess the last month or so.

Things had been great, after the All-Star game.

The new guys were still learning the system, which has an admittedly sharp learning curve, and they’d lost a few games, in amongst the grind, but Tommy was skating better, and Buck was pulling off some pretty spectacular shit every night, breaking ankles and running up enough points to throw him into the Norris conversation. McKinley had suggested some line mix-ups that had actually helped the new guys both pick up the pace and start to work within the system as it was designed to work.

Eddie had been making a point to pull Tommy in, inviting him out to places with the team, and sharing his sparse father-son time with Tommy, spending a few extra minutes out on the ice with him on practice days to try to give him some tips on his movement, his edgework, his stick handling skills.

For two and a half weeks Tommy had spent his nights stretching out sore muscles, icing aches and pains, and watching game film on mute, listening to Evan Buckley talk to him on speaker about the perils of simple carbohydrates while he shoveled two-day old shrimp fried rice into his mouth.

And then he’d been left on read for three minutes and barely spoken to him since.

In hindsight, it makes plenty of sense. Hell, he’d joked a million times to himself that Buckley and Diaz lived out of each others pockets; of course, of course Buckley would be upset by the perception that Eddie Diaz could in any way attempt to replace Evan Buckley.

Tommy will talk to him after practice. Maybe take him up on the beer he’d promised to buy Tommy in exchange for a few lessons on keeping his blades planted during a bout. (Nash and Hen don’t need to know he’s giving their star defenseman fighting tips.)

It’s as good a saying shutout with twenty minutes still left in a game.

Tommy isn’t actually paying attention, when it happens. He’s mostly trying to remember what he knows about their penalty kill, how it functions, which point of the diamond he’s supposed to maintain a five foot radius around while the power play unit hammers them with shots towards the net.

He is very firmly not thinking about how flustered he’d felt, walking into the lockers to find a half-dressed Evan Buckley wielding an actual clipboard, going through equipment checks with four Eagles players like Buck hadn’t previously played a game or two with all but one of them. Like the Eagles don’t closely follow the same system the Avs play. Like they’re not fucking professionals, themselves. Nothing about it should have done a single fucking thing for Tommy, and yet, while Buck made his way down the checklist and Wagner and Ivan elbowed each other in amusement as the fresh-faced kid who’d yet to be called up until today seemed to waffle between consternation and the need to prove himself.

Tommy doesn’t have a praise kink. Or a degradation kink, come to think of it.

But he’d suddenly realized he absolutely had a thing for Evan Buckley leaning into the obsessive perfectionism. (He’d had the irrational desire to see what his Google calendar looks like, and had to stuff that away immediately while Wagner waved at him from across the room and received an icy glare from Buck for daring to interrupt.)

He doesn’t see it, is the point he’s trying to make. From the left of his goalie, Tommy takes a puck to the bucket and watches Buckley circle back up to the top of the zone while he blinks away the dull gong-like ringing in his ears, watches Ivan shovel the puck back to Buck and Buck slide left, right, barely keeping it in the zone when he spins away from a poke check, and then Wagner skates right through Tommy’s line of vision, and by the time Tommy repositions himself, Buck is chasing after Eddie, who has the puck and a clean sheet of ice straight to Chim.

Tommy keeps up with Wagner down the ice, Buck chasing ahead of them, and with just the team and coaches in here, Tommy can hear a lot more than he usually can, even in a practice setting— the sound of the guys on the bench chattering away, taking notes on how a PK is actually supposed to function; the slice of eleven sets of blades gliding over the ice; the chirping from Eddie as he taunts Buck, five feet behind him, and Buck’s loud, loud guttural shout a moment before he catches a burst of speed and extends his knee just as Eddie winds back to shoot the puck.

Eddie goes down with a groan of pain, and they all slow, the momentum of the chase propelling them most of the way as Eddie curses, a loud mix of English and Spanish while Buck drops his stick to his knees and sucks in a few steady breaths.

Hen is out on the ice about fifteen seconds later, and things devolve from there.

Eddie flops into the seat next to Tommy, ten minutes into their flight, and Tommy raises a curious brow, eyes darting up from his book when Eddie just sighs. Six rows up, Buckley is making friends with the d-man they’d called up from Loveland, just in case Eddie’s knee acted up and he had to be scratched from the lineup.

It’s the first time in three months that Tommy has seen them sit in separate rows on a flight.

Eddie shrugs half-heartedly when Tommy tilts his head in question.

There’s enough chatter going on that Tommy doesn’t feel the need to pull out his phone and have this conversation through his fucking notes app, but he keeps his voice low, regardless.

“How’s your knee?” he starts, because despite how close they’ve become, he’s under no illusion that he can just dive straight into the “we made your best friend mad, how do we fix it” conversation without some small-talk to ease them into it.

Or maybe they can. “Recovering from Buck’s possessive streak pretty well, actually,” Eddie says with a breathy snort. “Wish his ego would get on the same page as my knee.”

Tommy bites down on the urge to defend him, of all things, but a moment later Eddie sighs.

“That wasn’t fair. Buck is — he gets a little weird, sometimes, about the people that are important to him.” He pauses, fingers tapping against his thigh as he shoots a careful look at Tommy. “I feel kinda bad. All he ever wants is to feel like he’s being included.”

“You’re allowed to have more than one friend,” Tommy intones, and then feels for a moment like walking it back at the lofty tilt of Eddie’s head, his pursed lips, his deadpan expression.

“Buck has about five million attachment issues and three people he trusts implicitly, and one of them has been inadvertently icing him out since he left for the All Star game. He’s second guessing six years of friendship because he didn’t realize dating wasn’t the only thing that could take my attention away from him for more than five minutes at a time.”

Tommy thinks that’s probably an oversimplification, but he gets the gist. “Have you talked to him?”

“Not successfully,” Eddie intones, with a nod towards the back of Buck’s head.

“I’ll talk to him.” Eddie gives him a grateful tap, two knuckles to Tommy’s knee, and shifts back into his seat, stretching his leg out into the aisle. “Maybe wait until after the game. Dallas is only six points behind us and I’d much rather he take a run at Duchene than you, if he doesn’t like what you have to say.”

The chuckle that escapes containment is a little self-deprecating, but Tommy tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and pretends to get some shuteye while he ponders what the hell he’s actually going to say to Buck. After the game.

Letting Buck stay mad is either gonna make or break this game. Tommy hasn’t decided yet, but it’s a running concern, as they go up one, then Dallas ties, then Dallas captures the lead in the closing minutes of the first. Buck is agitated down the tunnel, agitated through intermission, agitated as he lines up for the opening puck drop of the second period, agitated as Dallas mucks things up in the neutral zone, agitated as the refs miss an interference call that he’s been penalized for at least three times in the calendar year, so far.

He’s agitated as he gets smashed into the boards behind Dallas’ net, and agitated as Diaz misses his pass and the puck trickles out of Dallas’ zone, and agitated when Dallas takes advantage and nearly goes up another goal, the puck clanging off the iron before Chimney can scramble from one side of his crease to the other.

Dallas plays a shitty, boring game of keep away, jamming up every play they try to make in the neutral zone, and with two minutes left in the second, Buck takes another nasty hit against the glass, sandwiched between Benn and Hintz with the puck no where close to him. The no call is probably his last straw, when he comes away bleeding with Hintz’s stick still stuck in the padding of his helmet.

Back on the bench, Buck washes out his mouth with water, grimaces as Hen dabs at the cut just to the side of his eyebrow, an uncanny match to the birthmark on the other side of his face, and proceeds to argue with Nash for thirty seconds as the clock ticks down and Nash keeps him on the bench.

Nash has a rule, in these scenarios. They play for the next five minutes, every time, no game too far out of reach because they’re just setting up for the next five, but the important piece is handing off the last five. Whatever happened, whatever will happen, once the previous five are up, they’re done. There’s no changing them, only learning from them.

And Buck is clearly not ready to hand it the fuck off.

With twenty-seven seconds left and the puck once again stuck in the middle of the ice, Buckley and Diaz replace Manson and Girard, and Buck takes about half a second to assess the run Duchene is making towards their zone before he seems to make a decision.

It’s a legal hit, technically speaking. He catches Duchene with his head down, but Buck has both speed and a build up of negative emotion just leaking from his pores, at this point, so when they meet in the middle and Buck locks his elbow, the crash ends up looking more like an explosion of momentum, from Buck’s extended mitt, through Duchene’s chest. Buck stays standing and Duchene goes ass over tea-kettle, legs going out from under him and the puck trickling off his stick right into the space behind Buckley, where Diaz skates over to scoop it up and send it careening through a free patch of ice towards McKinley.

Duchene doesn’t snap back to his skates, right away, and Tommy can’t hear it over the noise of the crowd, but in the moment before Buck follows the puck on it’s way towards Oettinger, he bends to say something that has Duchene seeing fucking red.

Christ.

Tommy supposes he can add another player to the list of people who are gonna throw a fucking target on the number 18.

McKinley ties it up with seven seconds left in the period, but on the skate back to the benches Duchene decides to get chirpy. Buck gets through the glove taps just in time to have his stick snaked out from it’s loose hold by a smirking Duchene, and the shoving match the commences almost gets their entire first line thrown in the box for the start of the third, but it’s Buck that puts them all on notice as they skate back to their own benches.

“You’re a fucking joke, man!” Buck yells, still half-hanging off the sideboards, skate firmly tucked beneath the bench to give him leverage to lean back out and make direct eye contact with Duchene. “Your career is a joke, and you’re an embarrassment to the league. How’s that ring chasing going, Matty? I fucking lit you up, asshole, and I’ll do it again!”

Tommy makes the mistake of staring through the glass towards the Stars bench, where Dumba is staring directly at him. So. There’s that.

Whatever Duchene shouts back is lost to the final whistle and a battle for the puck that Stankoven ends up shoveling into his own zone just to kill off the last few seconds on the clock.

The ire hasn’t left Buck, once they’re in the room. They can all feel it, attitude fucking rolling off of him as they listen to Bobby walk them through his strategy to get rid of this congested mess of a game and get through to the net.

Tommy spends his twenty minutes trying to remember his last fight with Dumba.

It’s a tie game. There’s an edge to be had to winning a territorial fight like this — momentum can swing based entirely on whether or not Tommy’s fist makes contact enough times to fire up his team. The problem is the one player who’s been fired up the entire game isn’t doing shit to generate the kind of momentum they need to break out of this slog of a game and build some fucking offense.

There’s another option. They’re all pissed at the refs, and have been all game, and Tommy’s the locker room guy, the one they look to when their stars have said their piece and the coach has left them to their own devices. If the refs toss him, they’re gonna be amped the fuck up.

Nash would be pissed he’s even thinking about it. Buck might actually pick a fight he can’t win, if Tommy doesn’t play it right. Fighting Dumba won’t work, for this, so he’s gonna have to suck it up and play the villain, ignore the heavyweight fight and go for something gritty and fucking rude.

Benn, then.

It’s been a while since Tommy’s laid out Jamie Benn.

Both benches get warnings from the refs before the start of the third, and Buck blatantly ignores them the moment he’s on the ice, chirping every single black-and-neon green sweater that has a chance of hearing him, missing setups because he’s too busy laying reverse hits and generally being a pest.

Tommy absolutely shouldn’t find anything about this remotely amusing, because if he keeps it up, Dumba is absolutely gonna find a way to challenge Tommy, and everyone else is too frustrated with this new and unimproved Buckley. The problem is, Evan Buckley the pest is fucking hilarious, and the few insults Tommy has managed to catch are not only fantastically amusing, they’re also bitingly specific. Buck’s putting his stats and lore knowledge to good (evil) use.

He’s pretty sure he even catches a slyly worded allusion to cunnilingus that Benn very clearly does not like one bit, but Benn doesn’t have time for retaliation because Buck takes his momentary lapse to pick his pocket and spin into the Stars zone with three Avs on his heels.

The puck pings off the crossbar five different times before the Stars get possession again, and with fifteen minutes left in the game, Dadanov snipes one past Chim into the net.

Tommy can feel the bench deflate.

Dallas shaves another three and a half off the clock by clogging up the neutral zone before Tommy gets an opportunity on the ice with Benn’s line, and he doesn’t waste any time — down a goal with eleven and change left in the game, he doesn’t see a whole lot of other options, and he doesn’t really give Benn the opportunity to not engage.

It takes a bit of maneuvering.

Stripes haven’t called shit all game, from either side, so it’s a risk, either way, and Tommy’s goal isn’t to actually injure Benn, just make the hit look bad enough and blatant enough that they’ve got no choice but to call it. He waits until the puck has been off Benn’s stick for a hot second before he slams him into the boards, and the crowd gets loud.

The whistle blows, and just for the hell of it, Tommy wraps both hands around his stick and shoves it into the middle of Benn’s back when he tries to get back to his feet.

Johnston gets an arm around his neck half a second later, and both linesmen come careening in to break it up.

He’s assessed with five minutes, which isn’t ideal, when that shaves off half their time left in the game, but a minute and a half into the penalty kill Heiskanen takes a chop at Ravi when he manages to get the puck down past the red line, and suddenly they’re four-on-four for at least the middle portion of Tommy’s gamble.

Dallas’ special teams aren’t as good as theirs — not when they’re evenly matched — and when McKinley finds Panikkar with a stretch pass there’s no one in the lane to intercept.

Tie game, with a minute and a half left in Tommy’s major, back to being shorthanded, but there’s signs of life on the bench, and Buck seems to have finally fucking cooled his jets (Tommy spends forty seconds wondering which one of them convinced Bobby to force a Honey Stinger into his hands).

In typical fashion, the moment Tommy’s out of the box, Dallas returns to slowing the game right down, well aware that it’s the easiest way to neutralize the Avs offense, and the minutes chip away while Tommy watches the clock.

On a flyby, Duchene chirps at Buck and Diaz both on the bench, which is ultimately the Stars fucking downfall, even if they don’t know it.

With forty-seven seconds left on the clock, Diaz skates through traffic and gets a saucer pass down the ice to O’Connor, and Lundkvist blows a tire in his attempt to defend him.

The puck sails in right under Oettinger’s blocker.

In the locker room, ten minutes later, Tommy catches Nash’s eye and does his best not to look guilty, but Tommy has studied Nash’s career, and they both know exactly where he’d gotten his ham handed idea from. The expression on Nash’s face tells him everything he needs to know about how quickly he’ll end up a healthy scratch if he tries it again.

Tommy’s still working through his wording, five hours later, when he settles into his room in Boston. Tomorrow’s a rest day, nothing but a coaches meeting on the books, so regardless of how things go with Buck, he’s at least got the advantage of a full day where they’re not required to speak to each other, once Tommy’s said his piece. He’ll give Buck the night, let him sleep off whatever agitation had had him so hot all day, knock on his door in the morning and apologize, maybe convince him to grab another coffee, if the apology goes decently.

And if not, he’ll have the day to lick his wounds and remind himself that he’d absolutely known he was setting himself up to hurt his own feelings.

He’s eternally grateful his trade had happened so early, because he’d heard rumblings on the plane ride over that the Altitude team was planning a half-day of get-to-know-the-new-guys coverage, and he’s already done his thirty-minute sit down with Keefe.

The knock on his door startles him out of his reverie, and when he swings the door open, he doesn’t know exactly what he’s expecting, but it sure as hell isn’t the chagrined, lopsided smile of Evan Buckley, leaning against the door frame and looking contrite.

“Buck. Hi.”

Buck’s chest rises with the deep breath he takes.

“Hi,” he says, and in the dim hallway light, with his shoulders turned in on themselves, he looks suddenly vulnerable and tired. “Can we talk?”

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[idunnoficsorsumthing]

Four times they were oblivious,and the fifth....

Bobby Nash x reader

Warnings: There is some smut so 18+ readers only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

1

The two of you were sitting on the couch, you looked at your watch and your shift was about to end in a couple of minutes.Luckily, after twelve hours of endless mind numbing calls. Patiently watching your watch hoping that no emergency came in the last ten minutes. “You’re going to jinx it if you keep looking.” he said, you growl. He takes your hand in his, mostly because he liked it, but also to keep you from looking at your watch. “I’m hungry,” you tell him. The plan was to go out for drinks after the shift with the others. Right now it was almost eleven and your bed sounded a lot more appealing. “No wait, I'm tired.” you said, a couple of seconds passed, he was about to say something which you interrupted. “No, I'm hungry.” He laughed at you. “Well, when you make up your mind let me know.” he said, he leaned his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. 

You sat there with his heavy head resting on your shoulder for a couple of minutes. When Chimney came walking. You quickly drop Bobby’s hand causing him to open his eyes, and move his head from your shoulder. “Is Y/n telling that story again?” Chimney said: “It is extremely boring, sweetie.” You glare at him. Bobby laughed. “No- no, it is just getting late. “ he said, Chimney sits down on the empty part of the couch. “Who is up for drinks?” he said, pointing with his finger at both of you. “All I want is food.” you answered. You lay your head back on the couch cushions. “I’m sure the bar has something edible.” Chimney said, you look at Bobby with pleading eyes. “Come on guys." Chim said, your groan. “I’m in. What about you old man?” You ask. You see him hesitate, Surely he wanted to just go home and roll into bed. “Okay” He answered.

2

The two of you had your first fight. It wasn’t your intention to start an argument with him. It felt like you had no choice last Friday. The argument seemed stupid—it arose because he didn't give you space after a bad call, and it bothered you since you were constantly together, at work and at home. In that moment, you just couldn't face him, and it escalated into a fight. You told him you didn't want to see him, and he respected your wishes. It hadn’t happened in months that you hadn’t seen him more than one day. Throughout the weekend, you realized that your stubbornness and pride would push him away, and yet you could not get over yourself.

Now it was Wednesday, two shifts down this week while the two of you barely talked to one another. He was cutting up some vegetables, you were standing beside him helping him stir the pan in the kitchen while the others were sitting at the dinner table. Firehouse family dinners, it was a rule that if Bobby was in the kitchen that everyone else stayed out. Though it became more common to see you assisting in the kitchen. “Don’t you need space?” He asked, his tone lacking gentleness. “I’m sorry, okay.” You tell him. The sound of the knife chopping intensified, becoming more forceful.“Bobby, it was just a little too much.” you whispered. hoping others hadn't noticed the argument. He took the cutting board and unloaded the vegetables into a pan right next to you. Standing close to you, he continued stirring. His breath brushed against your neck as he asked, "Is this too close?" His spare hand gently slid onto your hip. "You know what I mean. When we get home, I just want to be with my boyfriend, not my captain," you whispered. He nodded in understanding, replying in a low tone, "I know, sweetheart."

Suddenly, Buck looked up and asked, "What are you two whispering about?" You glanced at Bobby for a moment before he replied, "Nascar." You couldn't help but frown, knowing that the others didn't care much for the topic, and nobody wanted to know more.

3

It was way too early in the morning for one of these calls. Especially after last night where you barely slept, and only stayed out, had drinks with the crew. The heat of today left you wanting to go to a pool, and sip margaritas with your best friend. You were on shift though, and the Californian sun heated your skin. The crew stepped inside of the retirement home, and followed the daughter to his room. She explained what was wrong with her father, at least as far as she could tell. 

“LAFD, sir, can you let us in?” Bobby said, knocking on the door. Chimney wasted no time entering the room from the window, and examining the mystery rash. The crew is standing in the room with his children as Chimney exposes the man’s genitals which are infected and infested with a flesh eating bacteria.You and Buck exchanged glances and tried to suppress a giggle, but Bobby's stern look reminded you that it was not the time for humor

The crew assisted the old man onto a stretcher, and you and Bobby walked out of the building together.  Urging  99% of the population at this home to go to the hospital for STD tests wasn’t on this month’s bucket list. Playfully you asked “Are you also going to be a manwhore when I finally ditch you in one of these?” He looked at you for a moment and replied and replied with a wink. “Well, you would be ditching me in my prime time.” You stopped on the last step, creating less of a height difference. “Robert Wade Nash” You playfully exclaimed. He was laughing. He looked around to see if no one was looking and quickly popped a kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry you’ll annoy me to death before I even reach a place like this.” he said, he knew it would upset you again, and raced towards the others. You shake your head, but the grin on your face says something else. 

"What was that about?" Hen asked when you got into the truck. Trying to play it cool, you responded with a shrug, pretending not to know what you had yelled earlier.

4

Today was a day that would be described by the word that no firefighters or paramedic dared to even think. It was so quiet that after all the gear was prepped, the firetrucks cleaned and polished there was still no call coming in. A miracle in LA. It took you some convincing for Bobby to have sex in the firetruck. Your argument being that if Buck had christened the firetruck so should the captain. “How did I let you talk me into this?” he questioned, you were carefully bouncing on his lap, his strong hands on your waist to guide you, sending shivers down your spine.

You held onto him tightly, slightly tugged on his short hair, allowing soft moans to escape your mouth. He kissed your neck passionately, leaving marks that would make you mad at him later when it was impossible to hide.  “Like you haven’t thought about it before.” You tell him, a laugh erupted from the back of his throat.  “You got me there.” he said, you were about to say something when he stopped moving, causing you to pout in frustration. You wanted to open your mouth and say something. The voices of your colleagues outside the truck weren’t fading. They were ruining a perfectly perfect moment.

You rolled your eyes, waiting for the others to just leave. Bobby seemed to be struggling more than you. His grip on your hips tightened, a warning for you to sit still. The tension between you grew, and you couldn’t help but to tease him a little. With a playful smirk, you rolled your hips, earning a glare from him as he bit his lip to suppress a moan. The voices outside continued. Why the hell wouldn’t they just leave? The frustration and anticipation were building inside both of you, and you couldn’t deny the thrill of getting caught didn’t make it even more hot.

It was saved by the bell moment as the alarm went off, and you quickly got off him to get decent again. He chuckled as he was zipping up his pants quickly. “I’m making you pay for that at home, honey.” he said, as he got out of the fire truck to make sure everyone was getting in. 

5

It was finally the weekend, and you were grateful for the break after working the night shift and long hours from Tuesday to Saturday. 

Sunday morning, you lay in bed with Bobby, his arm wrapped around your stomach as he hid his face in the pillow. Normally, he was the early riser, making coffee or going for a run before you woke up. Glancing at the clock that read 21:12, you realized you were running late for Chimney's birthday party, which was in less than half an hour. You nudged Bobby awake. “Dude we’re late. Maddie is going to kill us.” You said, cursing  your concern about being tardy while rushing to the bathroom to shower

You stood under the shower, when Bobby hazy from his sleep entered. “I used to never be late.” He said: “You’re a bad influence.” and yet he took off his pajamas and got in the shower with you. “We don’t have time” you tell him, while he lathers soap on your body. “I’m just trying to be efficient.” he told you with a teasing tone. ‘being efficient’ turned into making out, while ‘helping’ each other with washing. Suddenly there was a loud sound as the door to the bathroom opened. In response to the loud sound you let out a yelp, the shower had a glass screen and exposed your naked bodies to the intruders. Both Eddie and Buck were standing in your bathroom. “WHAT THE HELL?” Eddie exclaimed loudly. Buck slapped his hand in front of Eddie’s eyes. You try to cover up by holding your arms over your chest. Bobby shuts off the water, and quickly opens the glass cabin to grab the towels. Eddie pushes away Buck’s hand. “I didn’t know things were still tight, old man” Buck said, you glare at him. You were happy the towel covered your whole body, while Bobby’s was covering his lower half. “Why are you here?” you ask. All they knew was that this was Bobby’s apartment. That over the course of a couple of months almost all your stuff was here… Was a different story. “We wanted Bobby to be our DD.” Eddie said, Bobby stepped out of the shower cabin.”We can discuss that later. Can you please leave my bathroom?” He said, pointing to the guys at the door. He closed the door after them. You hid your face in your hands due to embarrassment. “It’s fine, they were supposed to find out eventually.” he said cool toned. He started to get dressed. “Not like this!” you said freaking out. Now you knew the whole ride to Chimney’s birthday party was filled with questions by those two idiots.

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Bear Hug

Day 20 of flufftober and the prompt is Paw! I hope you enjoy and you can read it here on Ao3.

No one is expecting it.

There’s nothing special about the night. The 118-fire family is making use of their rare days off, everyone gathered in the Grant-Nash household for a barbeque. Buck can’t even remember who suggested it, but they had all happily accepted the invitation. Nobody was dumb enough to pass up both Bobby and Athena’s cooking.

The kids were in the back yard, playing some kind of game that Buck suspected they were making up the rules as they went. The adults were scattered around the house, drinking, and talking with one another. It was a beautiful night, the doors of the Grant-Nash home opened wide to let the summer night air in.

Buck’s smile is wide on his face, his heart content in his chest as he was surrounded by his friends and family. He’s listening eagerly to a story that Hen and Chimney are telling him and Eddie about one of their calls before Buck had joined the 118 when there was a yell and a scream in the back yard and a distinct growl that was not human.

They all move at once.

Buck and Eddie’s beers hit the grass without a second thought as they raced towards the commotion. The happy, content feeling that Buck was experiencing has vanished like a balloon popping; sharp, sudden, and loud.

“Denny!” Hen called out, reaching her son and gripped his arm. Her frantic eyes race over him, looking for any sign of injury.

“Mum!” Denny cried out, tugging at Hen’s shirt. “Mum, we were just playing and Chris he just – he just shifted.”

Shifted is an accurate term.

Because there amongst the fallen crutches, the now ripped jeans Chris had been wearing and the now split converses was a small bear cub, red glasses dangling around his neck and yellow striped shirt stretched tightly across his fur.

“Chris!” Eddie yelped, staggering forward, and dropping to his knees with a heavy thud. His eyes were wide as he stared at his son who had now shifted into a little bear cub.

Shifting wasn’t as rare as it had once been, but very few of the population could actually do it. Scientist still weren’t exactly sure where the gene had come from, though not for the lack of trying. There was still a lot that had to be discovered about shifters, or what most of the world called them; Hybrids, but it was common enough now that first responders had been trained to handle any shifters that came up on a call, whether it was medical or otherwise.

Buck’s heart hammered in his chest as he watched Christopher stagger on four paws, back legs limping, towards Eddie. He let out a tiny breath of relief when Eddie immediately extended his hands to Chris, scooping him up into his arm and cradling him gently. Buck’s heart ached as Chris let out a distressed yowl, curling up in Eddie’s arms, trying to get as close to his dad as possible.  

“It’s okay,” Eddie soothed, pressing his forehead against Chris’s now furry one, lifting one large hand to run down Chris’s furry back. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

“Okay, kids, let’s give them some room,” Hen said, steering Denny towards Karen who was hovering further behind.

Harry and May quickly stepped back, allowing the first responders to work. Athena came up to them, placing a hand on each other their shoulders, her expression worried as she watched on.

“Just to be sure,” Chimney said, getting down on one knee. “This is the first time he’s shifted?”

“Yeah,” Eddie swallowed, glancing up at his friends. “I – I had no idea he was going to be able to do this. It doesn’t run in my family, and I don’t think I did in Shannon’s either.”

“We know that not a prerequisite for shifting,” Bobby said, hovering close next to Buck.

“Let’s just work on calming him down,” Hen said softly.

“It’s okay, Chris,” Eddie soothed. “I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay.”

“It sure is,” Chimney agreed, using that same reassuring voice he used when he was out on a call.

Chris just let out a yowl, pressing his little snout into Eddie’s neck, his body trembling.

Buck’s heart both ached and cooed at the sight. He glanced at Maddie who was already looking at him. His heart twisted in his chest as he caught the knowing, sympathetic look in her eyes. She glanced at Eddie and Chris before looking back to Buck. She crossed the space to Buck, gently taking his hand in hers. Buck felt frozen as she tugged on his hand, pulling him towards the father and son.

“Hi Chris,” Maddie said in a soft, soothing tone. The same tone she always used with Buck.

Chris let out another yowl, body trembling in Eddie’s arms.

Maddie crouched down, pulling Buck with her. His knees hit the grass with a dull thump and Eddie automatically shifted closer to Buck, angling Chris towards him.

“Hey, Superman,” Buck managed to choke out.

Chris let out a whimper.

“I bet you are feeling scared right now, huh,” Maddie said. “Can I tell you a secret, Chris?”

Chris carefully lifted his head from Eddie’s neck, blinking at Maddie. His little body was still trembling, but they could see that he was listening.

Maddie looked at Buck, asking him silently if what she was about to say was okay.

Buck swallowed thickly, his heart hammering in chest. And although what Maddie was about to say was terrifying, this was Chris, and he would do anything for the kid. He gave a small nod and Maddie squeezed his hand tightly.

“Did you know,” Maddie said in a conspiring tone. “That I happen to know another boy who, when he was your age, shifted as well?”

Chris let out a small noise and Eddie ran a soothing hand up and down his back.

Maddie grinned. “And did you know the first thing he did when he shifted?”

Chris shook his furry head.

“He went into the kitchen and tried to climb the cabinets to reach the cake that was on the bench,” Maddie beamed. “He thought, that just because he was a bear now, that nobody would notice! Instead, he knocked it over and it landed on him!”

“Maddie,” Buck hissed, cheeks flushing hot despite the fear that was drumming under his skin. “That’s – that’s not what happened!”

Maddie laughed, squeezing Buck’s hand. “It’s exactly what happened, and you know it.”

Buck let out a shaky breath. “Chris, buddy, that is not what happened! I totally got away with it. She had no idea!”

“Oh, and I suppose all that cake I had to pick out of your fur was a coincidence?” Maddie asked, arching a brow at Buck.

Buck grinned at Chris, trying to ignore the way he could feel everyone staring at him. He didn’t dare look at Eddie. “I’m pretty sure Maddie was the one who put it there.”

Maddie shook her head, laughing.

Chris was now leaning out of Eddie’s grip, stretching towards Buck, and looking at him curiously. His wet nose twitched as he sniffed the air and Buck mentally cooed at the sight.

“I don’t know,” Eddie said. When Buck finally looked up, Eddie was running his other hand over Chris back as he stared at Buck, expression almost unreadable. “That sounds like Buck, doesn’t it buddy?”

Chris let out a small yip.

Maddie gently guided Buck’s hand towards Chris and flipped his palm up. She cradled his hand, giving him an encouraging nod.

Buck swallowed around the lump in his throat and took a shuddering breath. “Don’t worry, Superman. I will totally teach you how to steal cake without your dad knowing.” And Buck focused on his palm, feeling the familiar shift of his bear side beneath his skin. He felt the familiar tingle as he his hand shifted into a paw. He flexed his claws, Maddie’s palm a comforting presence under this own.

Chris almost fell from Eddie’s grip as he reached for Buck’s paw. He sniffed at it, making snuffling noises. Buck carefully cradled Chris’s face with his paw, using a claw to gently scratch as the space behind his ear. Chris made an odd purring noise, leaning into it.

“You love your ear scratches too,” Maddie grinned, pressing into Buck’s side.

“Maddie,” Buck hissed, cheeks flushing again as he heard some chuckles behind him. He was too scared to look though.

“So, Chris, would you like Buck to shift too?” Maddie asked.

Chris wriggled in Eddie’s grip, letting out a series of yips that sounded like an affirmative.

Buck carefully withdrew his paw away from Chris, looking at Eddie. “I – I don’t know if that’s a good –“

“Please,” Eddie said, voice quiet.

Buck swallowed thickly and he gave a small nod.

Maddie pressed a kiss to Buck’s birthmark, whispering “it will be okay,” before she squeezed his hand one more time before moving away to give him some room.

Buck felt everyone else do the same. Buck quickly pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and yanked off his jeans until he was just in his underwear. Drawing in a quick breath, Buck shifted. It was a quick process, almost blink and you miss it. Buck shook out his fur, limbs stretching in a new way. It had been a while since he had last shifted, and it felt good to stretch.

“Whoa!”

Buck new he was big. Light brown fur that looked almost golden in the day light. He slumped down in the grass, trying to make himself look smaller. His ears perked up as Eddie let Chris down on the ground, the small cub letting out growling noises as he wobbled over to Buck. And he just let Chris explore his bear self, sniffing around his snout and ears, nipping at his paws.

“Okay, but does anyone else have the urge to give him a cuddle?” Buck heard Hen ask.

“He does give the best bear hugs,” Maddie laughed. “He’s so soft.”

“He should not look at that cuddly,” Chim said.

“Do you think we could ride him?” Harry asked.

“Harry Grant, don’t you even think of asking Buck that,” Athena scolded. “He is not some kind of zoo animal. He’s still our Buck, bear shift or not.”

“Sorry,” Harry immediately apologised.

Buck felt his heart thump in his chest, everyone words flowing over him. His parents had never really let Buck shift when they had found out. They had wanted him to keep that part of him hidden. Maddie had been the one to take him out to the woods when she learned to drive and would take him hiking as a bear. When she left, Buck never really shifted after that, only in the privacy in his own home. He never knew how someone would take learning about his other side and so he had kept it to himself.

Logically, he knew that the 118 would never have had a problem with it but there had always been that voice in the back of his head that had kept him from telling them. But, here in the Grant-Nash backyard, his family hadn’t run screaming. They still loved him.

Except, maybe not Eddie.

Buck lifted his head to look at his best friend, finding that Eddie was already looking at them. Gone was the unreadable expression, something fond and soft there instead. He watched as Eddie shuffled closer towards them on his knees. He held out his hand, hovering a moment before his cupped Buck’s larger face in his palms, smoothing his thumbs over the ridge of Buck’s snout.

“Thank you,” Eddie breathed, the words so full of gratitude that Buck made a whining noise in the back of his throat.

Buck let his eyes fall shut as Eddie ran his hands over Buck’s snout and up over his forehead before smoothing back his ears. He could feel Chris snuffling around him, a pink tongue licking across his snout. He opened his eyes when Eddie’s hand withdrew and he watched as Eddie sunk back on his heels, giving him a smile.

Buck moved until he was sitting up and watched as Eddie climbed to his feet, giving Buck a confused look. Buck opened his arms wide.

Eddie laughed and then he was stepping into Buck’s space, giving him a hug. Buck carefully wrapped his arms around Eddie, encompassing him into his warmth.

“Damn, that looks like a good hug,” Hen muttered.

Buck let the hug linger for a couple of seconds before he released Eddie. His best friend didn’t move for a moment, before he pushed himself back and took a step back. Buck watched with fondness as Chris waddled up to him, standing on his back paws and falling into Buck for a hug too.

A rumble worked its way up Buck’s throat as he hugged Chris back. He felt Chris move against him, and Buck felt rather than saw Chris shift back into his human state.

Chris giggled. “You’re so – so soft!”

“Chris!” Eddie cried out.

Buck carefully ended the hug, letting Eddie grab Chris and pull him into a hug.

“Dad! I’m not – not wearing any pants!” Chris cried out.

Buck’s laughter came out as a rumble, but Bobby was already handing Eddie his jacket, who wrapped it around Chris’s lower half.

“You can borrow some of Harry’s,” Athena assured them, leading them into a house.

“Uh, so, can we get a hug too?” Chimney asked, looking hopeful.

Buck opened his arms wide.

Hen and Chimney hurried into his space, giving him a big hug. He encompassed them in his arms, careful of his claws, happiness flooding through him. He thought his heart might burst with the relief coursing through him.

“I knew he’d be soft,” Chimney said against his fur.

“This is the greatest hug I’ve ever had,” Hen agreed.

Eventually the two pulled away and then Bobby was in front of him, giving him a soft smile. “Mind if I get one of those too.”

Buck eagerly opened his arms again, making Bobby laugh. Just as gentle, Buck hugged him carefully. He closed his eyes, drinking in the way Bobby’s hand ran down his flank in a gentle soothing manner.

When Bobby pulled back, he was smiling paternally at Buck. He took one of Buck’s paws, cradling it carefully in his hands. “I’m proud of you, Buck. You’re a good man and thank you, for sharing this part of yourself with us.”

Buck made a growling noise and Bobby beamed. “We’ll talk when you can speak.”

“I think that’s my cue.” Maddie stepped up, holding up his jeans and T-shirt. In a second, Buck shifted, one hand moving to cover himself while the other reached out for his pants.

“Thanks,” Buck beamed. He turned, quickly pulling them on and did them before spinning back around. He took his shirt from Maddie, pulling it on. When he was dressed, Maddie was pulling him into a tight hug.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered in his ear.

“Thanks,” Buck murmured. He hugged her for a beat longer before letting her go.

Bobby stepped forward, placing a hand on Buck’s shoulder, and giving it a squeeze. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to tell us. Maybe you didn’t want to at all. But I want you to know, none of this changes how you are our family.”

Buck swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Thank you, Bobby. I – I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys –“

Bobby squeezed Buck’s shoulder. “It was yours to share, Buck. Whenever you were ready, or even if you weren’t.” Bobby pulled him to a hug, Buck going willingly.

When they pulled a part, Buck saw Eddie striding across the backyard towards him. Bobby gave Buck a knowing smile and with one last pat, he moved away, drifting back towards the others.

Buck didn’t even have time to open his mouth before Eddie was colliding with him, hugging him so tightly it nearly knocked Buck off his feet.

“Oof,” Buck grunted, arms automatically going around Eddie to hold him upright. “Uh, where’s Chris?”

“Kitchen,” Eddie murmured against Buck’s neck. “Said he was starving.”

“Yeah,” Buck hummed. “I was hungry after my first shifts too.”

Eddie squeezed him tighter before slowly releasing him. He didn’t step out of Buck’s space though, simply tilted his head up to look Buck in the eye. “Thank you.”

Buck swallowed. “You don’t have to thank me, Ed’s.”

“I do,” Eddie insisted. “I know that must have been hard for you. To shift in front of us when we didn’t know. But you put whatever you were feeling aside for Chris.”

“It’s Chris,” Buck shrugged helplessly. “I do anything for him, you know that.”

“Yeah, I do,” Eddie said, looking at Buck with a sort of wonder in his eyes. “You’ve always been there for us, ever since we got here.” A soft smile lifted Eddie’s cheeks, a pink flush spreading across them. “I love you.”

Buck’s heart thumped loudly in his chest. “What? You – you love me? Like, love love me.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, Buck. I love love you,”

“I – I love you too, Ed’s. Of course I do,” Buck rushed out.

“Yeah, I know you do,” Eddie said. “I’m sorry, it took me so long –“

Buck shook his head. “No, don’t do that.”

Eddie took a deep breath and then he was leaning in, closing the gap between them. His lips sealed over Buck’s in a soft kiss. It was the best kiss that Buck had ever had, and it ended far too quickly for his liking. He wanted to haul Eddie back into another kiss, but they were still in the Gran-Nash backyard surrounded by their found family.

Buck’s stomach chose that moment to growl, and Eddie laughed.

“Our food bill is going to skyrocket, isn’t it?”

Buck grinned sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll do all the cooking.”

“Let’s get you something to eat,” Eddie said, stepping back and taking Buck’s hand in his. “Then we should go home. Talk a little more.”

“And kiss?” Buck asked hopefully.

Eddie’s face flushed pink but he was smiling. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Buck bumped their shoulder’s together before tugging Eddie towards the house. “Then let’s go eat so we can go home.” Buck beamed as he dragged Eddie along with him, his laughter floating through the backyard.

It wasn’t how Buck expected the night to go but he can’t say he was unhappy with how it ended.

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Reposting this fic I had posted on Ao3 back during Pride month here on tumblr because I am missing all the cute hype over 118 x 217 from the BTS last week, and I suddenly remembered I had the two crews working together in this one 🥰...

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WINGS OF PRIDE

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The adrenaline rush he felt pumping through his blood after a successful call was nothing new to Buck, after seven years of being an active firefighter. But knowing that today, Tommy and the 217 had been so near all the time, fighting these wildfires in the forest right alongside him and the 118, made his heart flutter with intense excitement.

This was a first for them, since they had started dating. Of course Buck and Tommy had worked together during the cruise ship mission, on the night they had first met. However, that whole adventure had been an unauthorized one, and this was the first time the two had worked together in an official capacity on the same scene, even though it was as a part of separate crews.

Being focused during the call wasn’t that big of a deal for Buck. He and Tommy were both thorough professionals and extremely good at their jobs. One of the ground rules they’d set when they started dating was that if they ever worked on a call together, they wouldn’t allow themselves to be distracted by each other and concentrate fully on the job at hand. And during this particular call, despite all the stolen glances and flirtatious smiles they kept occasionally exchanging from a distance, they mostly managed to keep their mutual promise.

But, there was also the hostile presence of Vincent Gerrard on the scene - the current captain of the 118, the obnoxious bigot with regressive views whom everyone despised. Under his captaincy, Buck had been kind of living through Tommy’s past in his own present, and boy, how he hated that vile old Gerrard. For how he was mistreating him because he was queer, for Hen and Chimney who were reliving their old traumas, for Eddie and Ravi who were being newly exposed to this bigotry like himself, and for being finally able to understand Tommy’s struggles from all those years ago.

But as difficult as it was to not fight back against this tyranny, Buck put up with it for the time being, as did the others. If they wanted Bobby to be reinstated at the 118, they had to be cautious with their moves. Any drastic steps against Gerrard and they might end all chances of getting their beloved Captain Nash back at the helm again. Bobby, and even Tommy, had advised them to be extremely careful, both being aware of the lengths Gerrard could go to if he was provoked, for messing with him was like poking the bear. And so, the 118 laid low around him for now.

Back to the present moment. Right now, their work here in the field was done. The wildfires were put out, casualties were nil, the few trekkers who sustained minor injuries were being administered first-aid by the paramedics, and the few others who could be tended more properly at a hospital were airlifted via air-ambulances. Their response to the call had been prompt, and the overall outcome had been good. So even Gerrard’s crap couldn’t take away Buck’s thrill of happiness over a job well done.

It was time for both the 118 and 217 crews to head back to their respective stations. It felt unfair to Buck that he had to wait until both he and Tommy got back home to celebrate today's win, when both of them were here this minute, in the same place at the same time. He desperately wanted to kiss Tommy right here, right now. In front of the whole world, and he didn’t give a damn if that meant it had to happen in front of Gerrard too.

So when he saw Tommy standing next to his chopper in the clearing, weary but waving and smiling his beautiful smile at him from afar, Buck’s feet seemed to act on their own as he briskly moved towards Tommy, no thoughts in his head except that he wanted to get close to him. He didn’t care about anything else. He just wanted to kiss his sexy, gorgeous beast of a firefighter-pilot boyfriend, who made him feel so happy and safe even when life at work was the worst kind of hellfire these days. When Buck was only a few feet away, Tommy also walked in his direction to quickly close the remaining distance between them. Soon, they were standing face to face, the smiles on both their faces to see each other up close, more precious and brighter than all the gems in the world combined.

“You know, I realized something today. My boyfriend Evan is obviously a very, very hot guy. But Firefighter Buckley in his element is another level of smoking hot. Being professional at work has never felt so tough before, I must admit,” Tommy commented in his deep baritone, playing around with the collar of Buck’s turnouts with his fingers.

“Says the man who is always a sight for sore eyes himself, in and out of uniform. Sooty or cleaned up. Or for that matter, with or without any clothes on,” Buck bit his lip and laughed, moving his right hand upwards to caress Tommy’s cheek.

“The fire’s out but we’re still at work, baby. There’s lots of people around; there’s that– that awful Gerrard,” Tommy said with seriousness, looking into Buck’s eyes.

“I don’t care. I’ve been tolerating all of his bullshit so far based on your and Bobby’s advice. But right now, all I want to do is kiss you. And I am not scared of anything or anyone to hold myself back from just one kiss to greet my boyfriend,” Buck replied, grazing his thumb on Tommy’s bottom lip. “Or if you like me so much in my gear, maybe I’ll steal these turnouts for the night, just to piss Gerrard off,” he giggled.

“Okay, take it easy, you rebellious kid. One kiss shouldn’t be a huge scandal, I guess. Please don’t steal the turnouts,” Tommy smiled affectionately at Buck again. He leaned in closer, their foreheads now touching, noses brushing, their breaths hot on each other’s faces. Unable to hold it in for even a second more, Buck tugged Tommy by his collar and kissed him fervently on the mouth. It was an eager, hungry kiss that he had been longing to give him for the past several hours. Tommy grabbed Buck by the waist and held him closer, kissing him back with equal passion as he realized that he’d been craving this just as much as Buck, momentarily forgetting that they were in full public view.

Tommy’s colleagues from the 217 hooted cheerfully and clapped as they saw this scene unfold. Meanwhile, the 118 were watching this from the other side of the clearing. Chimney, Hen, Eddie, and Ravi started cheering too, happy to see that two of their friends were so mad for each other. Captain Gerrard was the only one from the entire crowd of onlookers who lost it, when he saw Buck and Tommy making out unabashedly like that.

“Buckley!” he barked, angrily walking towards Buck and Tommy, causing them to break their kiss abruptly. “It’s time to go back to the station, not fuck around like a wh*re. Get back, right now! You bloody f—ts can’t just keep it in, can you?” he yelled, glaring scornfully at the couple.

Tommy tightened his fist in rage and was almost about to step forward and punch Gerrard in the face for speaking like that to Buck and using the f-word, nearly going against his own advice to Buck. But Buck firmly held on to his arm and stopped him. Instead, he turned around to face Gerrard and smiled innocently, but sarcasm was written all over that smile.

“Really sorry to offend you, Cap. But can you blame me? Tommy and I are people with wings, after all. It’s kinda hard not to spread them and fly when you have them,” Buck retorted and made a flying gesture with his hands, mimicking Gerrard’s own insulting move towards Tommy during the medal ceremony a few weeks ago. “But, I get it. Not everyone’s lucky enough to know or appreciate the beauty of what it’s like to have wings. So, we’ll try our best to keep it in before you, Captain Gerrard. I promise,” he added as a mock apology.

“Bye babe. We’ll take this further at home later tonight. No one’s gonna stop us there!” Buck whispered into Tommy’s ear, but audibly enough for Gerrard to hear and contort his face in repulsion. Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at Buck’s audacity and admire the spunk his newly out boyfriend had. He couldn’t have been prouder of his Evan, for giving it back to Gerrard in this sassy way.

“Go get it, guys!” Lucy Donato and a few more of Tommy’s friends from Air Operations howled in support, followed by louder cheers from everyone.

“Yes, baby. Can’t wait,” Tommy replied, gazing fondly at Buck. He gave the stunned Gerrard a death stare as Buck proudly walked back towards the 118’s firetruck, and then rejoined his colleagues and set off on his chopper back to Harbor station.

As enraged as Gerrard was with the incident, he was shocked and lost for words right now, seeing that he could no longer intimidate people or force them to obey him as easily as he could ten years ago, even in his position of power.

“C’mon Cap, let’s go!” Buck deliberately called out to Gerrard to shake him out of his homophobic reverie, and shared a good laugh with his friends about whatever just went down.

“Buck, I’m so proud of your brazen fruity ass right now,” Hen congratulated Buck with a handshake in a display of queer solidarity.

“I’m proud of you too, but right now I’m more proud of myself for being a matchmaker to you and Tommy!” Chimney tooted his own horn.

“That was so awesome! I was kinda hoping Gerrard would get a heart attack and die on the spot,” Ravi remarked with a chuckle.

“You’re such a badass, Buck!” Eddie beamed proudly at his best friend and gave him a high-five. “But I’m worried Gerrard’s going to make the next shift a special hell for you! I mean, look at him!” he pointed towards Gerrard, who was making his way back to the truck with the sourest expression ever on his face, like he’d swallowed a lemon.

“Let him. Whatever hell I go through on the daily, I now have Tommy to bring me right back to heaven,” Buck grinned, looking all moony at the thought of being with his boyfriend at the end of long, tiring days. All of them rolled their eyes at his corniness, but also oohed and aahed and teased Buck for being so hopelessly smitten with Tommy.

The ride back to the firehouse was a happy one for all, except for one person. But in the true spirit of the 118, no one cared. Especially not when that person was Vincent Gerrard, or the likes of him.

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Last Line Tag/Inspiration Saturday

Tagged by the lovely @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus @fortheloveofbuddie @rainbow-nerdss @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @forthewolves @giddyupbuck

Okay so I did say yesterday that this WIP was going to stay as notes but I couldn't help myself so here's the inspiration:

and the Last Line...paragraph...s:

“And why do I have the displeasure of you darkening my doorstep, Buckley?” The man in question gives him a roguish smile and leans against the bar in a move that is purposely meant to highlight his bulging biceps, Eddie does not look at them, “Well the boss is here to see the old lady and I thought you could use some company.” Eddie could spy Athena and Nash held up in one of the inn’s darker corners and sure enough there seemed to be more than business going on between them. He looks away, he wasn’t being paid to be nosey, he’s paid to man the bar and be some muscle if any of the patrons get a little too rowdy.  And if Athena wanted to be in bed with as well as in business with the kind of man Bobby Nash is, it wasn’t any of his business. Expect for the six-foot-two problem in front of him, who just couldn’t seem to take a hint. Buckley is trouble, Eddie can see it from a mile away and trouble is the last thing he needs right now.  “Dad!” A high-pitched voice calls and Eddie turns to look at his son as he pokes his head out the back room. Panic fills him, he does not want any of the patrons to know that his son is here, while he’s incredibly grateful to Athena for allowing Chris to be here while he works, the people who frequent this place are questionable at best and at worst Mr Nash and his crew and their less than legally sourced goods. He might not be his business but it doesn’t mean he isn’t aware of the goings-on. One might leave the Navy but its teachings never truly leave you and Eddie can tell a pirate from a mile away. But it’s not his business and he really needs this job so he keeps his head down and Chris as separate from it as he possibly can.  Eddie crouches down in front of him, blocking him from view as much as possible, “Chris, what did I say? Stay out-” “-Back, I know, but I’m hungry,” The young boy whines and Eddie can’t be angry when those coco-coloured eyes gaze up at him.  “Here,” Bucklet leans over the bar, holding out a big orange to Chris.  Chris’s eyes are almost as big as the orange as he stares at it, his hands reactively reach for it before he turns to Eddie, “Can I Dad?” He asks, obviously remembering the rule about not accepting things from strangers.  Eddie looks at Buck, trying to read the man's intentions, all of the possible reasoning racing through his head must show on his face because Buckley raises his other hand, “No strings,” He says. Eddie nods and Chris stretches the last few inches as takes the orange, it looks comically big in his son's tiny hands, “Thanks, mister.” “Buck, it’s what my friends call me.” “Thanks, Buck!” Chris says Eddie ruffles Chris’s hair, “Okay buddy, head out back, I’ll be in there shortly.” Chris nods before turning around, one hand gripping on doorframe as he slowly and carefully retreats.  Eddie watches him go, the underlying worry he always feels about his son and the illness that affects his movements making him briefly forget the audience he has.  “He’s super adorable,” Buckley says, Eddie whips his head around to look at him, “I, uh, I love kids,” He rambles, one hand scratching at his neck, a flush on his cheeks as pink as the mark on above his eyebrow and corner of his eye.  As far as Eddie can tell, Buckley is being sincere, “I love this one,” He says standing, “I’m all he’s got. His mother’s…not in the picture.” He doesn’t know why he says it, why he’s being the most honest he’s been in a while with a man he has every reason not to trust. “Buck, we’re going,” Nash calls from the door.  “Be right there Cap,” Buck nods farewell to Eddie, “Until next time Diaz.” He walks over to his captain, shooting a wink over his shoulder at Eddie before he steps out the door and into the night. Eddie sighs, definitely nothing but trouble. 

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[novemberhush]

5 Favourite Characters Poll

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite!

Thanks for tagging me @littleblackraincloudofcourse ❤️❤️❤️

Shoutout to all the Leo Hölzer girlies (gn) in the Spatort fandom. I promise you I love him just as much as Adam, but I figured putting them both in the poll might, 1) reduce both their chances of winning by splitting the vote, and, 2) be too agonizing for you all.

I tag @katries @mistmarauder @tabbytabbytabby @oneawkwardcookie @foreverthemomfriend @guiltypleasurefandomface @eevylynn @thekristen999 @tari-aldarion @sofancydancy and anyone else who wants to play. No pressure on anyone who doesn’t!😘

[codihastoomanyideas]

Mashup Ideas

Below is a list of mashup ideas that I've accumulated over time that I just can't figure out how to attack personally. It's a mix of songs that sound similar enough to me; a lot of them were collected from listening to what my parents play on the radio, so expect mostly 2nd generation rock with a few left-fielders thrown in.

If anyone figures out how to mash these songs up, please lemme know with a tag! I would love to hear and share what you make!

Earthbound “Otherworldly Foe” / Bell Biv Devoe “Poison”

Foghat “Slow Ride” / Free “All Right Now” / AC/DC “Highway to Hell” / Edgar Winter “Free Ride”

Ringo Starr "It Don't Come Easy" / Eric Clapton "Let It Rain"

Bachman-Turner Overdrive “Ain't seen nothing yet” / I have no idea who sings this but it’s not ABBA “take a chance on me (there's nothing more that I can do)”

.38 Special “Hold on loosely / The Cars “Just What I Needed”

Bachman-Turner Overdrive's "Let It Ride" / Guns n Roses's "Paradise City"

Yes "Owner of a lonely heart" / Santana "Smooth"

Beatles “Ticket to Ride / Rolling Stones “Under my Thumb”

Bust a Groove "natural playboy" / Junior Senior “Move your Feet”

Nicki Minaj “Whip It” / Liz “When I Rule the World” / QT “Hey QT”

The Hollies “Long Cool Woman” / T Rex “Bang A Gong (Get It On)”

Shaun Mendes "In My Blood” / Olivia Rodrigo “Vampire”

ELO “Telephone Line” / Derek and the Dominos “Bell Bottom Blues”

Cher “Turn Back Time”/ Bruce Springsteen “Born in the USA” / Journey “Faithfully”

Offspring “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” / Gorillaz “Feel Good Inc.” / B-52s “Love Shack” / Madonna “Material Girl”

KK Bubblegum / Baka Mitai

Marshall Tucker “Can't You See” / Gregg Allman “Midnight Rider” / Creedence Clearwater Revival “Bad Moon Rising”

Bobby Darin “Beyond the Sea” / The Chords “Life Could be Dream”

Hozier “take me to church” / Pink Floyd “Breathe”

Earth Wind and Fire “Boogie Wonderland” / Jamiroquai “Canned Heat”

Cosby Stills Nash and Young “Woodstock(We Are Stardust)” / Deep Purple “Smoke On The Water”

Grease “Summer Nights” / Beatles “Twist and Shout”

[shmaptainwrites]

wip poll game

thanks for the tag @spacecowboyhotch love youuu <3

rules: put all of your wips in a poll and for every vote the winner gets write that many sentences for the fic :)

it’s actually insane how many wips i have that i haven’t touched in so long, very excited to get back into my writing groove in the next week!

no pressure tags: @maybege @caffiene-fueled-fuckery @moonlightspencie and anyone else who would enjoy participating :))

[calliope-nash]

The Little Nash: Buddie's Girl

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Callie: So, guess who is back in my life.

Dazja: I thought he lived in Texas. When did he move and why is he a firefighter. Not that I am complaining about that. Wait, are you going to connect both books?

Callie: I think so. Plus, it would make life easier for me. Though Eddie found out I wrote some spicy scenes, and he wasn’t happy. But that other guy who I was thinking about making the other love interest, seemed to calm Eddie down. He is totally cool with a love interest. 

Dazja: Just be careful. Don’t get feelings like you did last time.

After that I didn’t respond to her. Eddie had been someone I was close to, but feelings were something I never accounted for. I was normally good at keeping myself at arm’s length from those I was working with. Eddie just broke through so many walls I held up, but I couldn't start anything. Luckily at the time he was married, and I didn’t worry about that. Now I have no idea if those feelings will return or if Buck will be the new person they will go too. I pray for neither or hell even both. 

I got up for the day and started to look for my old files on Eddie. I made it a mission to learn everything I can about the people I write about to make it seem more real and less like interviews. It helped to humanize some of the soldiers who didn’t have much of a personality except that they needed to protect others. 

I found the file I was looking for, the one about his wife Shannon. I figured that I needed to update the file seeing as if Eddie was in LA, she was too. I looked up her name and LA in a search bar. What I learned saddened me. She died. Eddie must have been devastated. I decided to look up the case file from her death. I needed to get access to that. 

As if someone knew I was doing research, there was a knock on my door. Okay no one knew where I lived yet. But when I opened the door, there was my brother and a woman I wasn’t sure who she was. I let them in and asked if they wanted anything.

“Callie, this is my wife, Athena.”

“You got married again?”

Bobby only nodded. I didn’t waste anytime and hugged her and welcomed her to our weird ass family. She seemed surprised by how okay I was with them not inviting me to the wedding. I had no issue with it mostly because I was too busy writing my novel at the time I wasn’t really talking to anyone except my editor.

Bobby promised that the three of us would get together and have dinner. I agreed as long as he didn’t mind, I used it as an interview for my new book. Athena looked at me with confusion. I told her about my new idea and how the two male love interests were going to be based on Buck and Eddie. Which was the first Bobby heard about.

“No.”

“My book, my rules. Besides, Buck already agreed, and Eddie has given me permission to use his likeness and or his personality in any novel I write.”

Athena just gave Bobby a look, which I read as ‘your sister is sassy, and I like her.’.  I high fived her for her support. We all sat down to have some breakfast before Bobby’s shift started. As we ate, I was glad to have a sister-in-law who didn’t take any of Bobby’s shit. At one point Bobby went to the restroom and I got a chance to talk to Athena alone.

“How the hell did my brother get to be with an amazing woman? Like seriously, he has no game at all, and the man has some fucking issues.”

“It just happened. We decided to give it a shot after an interesting call about a man on a motorcycle. Besides that, everything about us has been good. Your brother is a good man who has been through hell and back.”

“I know he is. He just worries about me sometimes. We didn’t talk for a long time after I left to work as a journalist who wrote about overseas missions. That’s how I know Eddie. I was embedded with his team on his last tour.”

“Bobby told me about that. I read some of your articles from your time there. You never used anyone’s name. Why?”

“Its their story to tell, if they want to put their name on it that’s not my decision to make.”

Before I could say anything else, Bobby came back. I told her we would talk later. Athena just laughed. Bobby told me that if I planned on going in today, that I should get ready before he left and he would drive me to the firehouse. I told him to just go on without me. I had to do something first. Athena asked what I needed to do. Grabbing my laptop, I showed them my google search about Shannon. Bobby was the first to speak up. He told me not to talk about her around Eddie. Like I was planning on bringing more trauma to his life than he has already been through. 

After talking to them about what I needed to know about Shannon’s death, I was glad I never mentioned that Diego, the character based on Eddie, had a wife. I had written about a son, but never a wife. Which I can easily explain in this new book. My heart broke for Eddie, he was a good man who had more love to give than he was given. The few times I talked to Shannon without Eddie’s knowledge; I hated her. Though I understood what she was the way she was about Christopher. She had no clue what it was like to have a child with a disability.

I walked the two of them out. Before I could get dressed, I started crying. Eddie needed someone in his life who could be not only his rock but also good with Christopher. Though I knew that crying for a man who didn’t want to talk to me right now was pathetic, I cared about him. I got myself composed and got ready to be in interview mode.

Getting to the fire house wasn’t that hard, but getting out of my car was. Just as I was going to open my door, I saw Eddie’s truck. Taking a few deep breaths, I opened my door and walked toward him. 

“Eddie?”

“Calliope.”

“Okay I deserve that. Listen, I promise I never meant to keep those scenes from you. It just never felt like the right time to bring them up. After everything that happened to us in Afghanistan, I figured that you didn’t want to talk about anything relating to your time there. I promise to try and make this up to you. The first step for that is informing you that the next book will be a sequel which makes the series into a why choose romance. Diego will still be there, but Stella, the female lead, will have another male who takes interest in her. He will be based on Buck.”

“WHAT?! First you write scenes with basically you and me. Now its going to be you and Buck?”

Before I could explain anything, Eddie walked away, leaving me standing there like an idiot. Slowly, I walked to the lobby to check in with Bobby. Almost immediately he knew something was wrong. I just shook my head and told him to drop it. As I started setting up in one of the spare offices, Buck entered. He looked like he wanted to apologize for something.

“Eddie’s response to what the plans are for my novels are valid for him. Though he didn’t let me explain that it wasn’t just scenes that he thinks I am going to write. The character that is going to be based on you will be having some sex scenes that are with my female lead. Eddie thinks it means something more than it is.”

Buck tried to help me understand where Eddie was coming from. Though I suspect it has more to do with not wanting his teammate in a foul mood at a scene. I thanked him for listening and asked when we could do our first interview session. The word session messed with Buck a little. He seemed annoyed by it. I just laughed at his face.

“Guessing you don’t like the thought of therapy? That is kind of what interviews are though. At least in my experience.”

“Just don’t want people to see me in the wrong light.”

“Buck, the interview is just for me. Its to help me pick details for your character. I might even show you the first one I did with Eddie some day. With his permission of course. Consent is sexy.”

My final sentence made Buck laugh. We talked for a bit and got to work on scheduling his first interview. Learning about Buck was nice. He had a good heart and I was hoping to reflect it in the novel. The bell rang and they all went out. Eddie was the man behind for the first half of the shift. Which was just fantastic. 

I distanced myself from him and started working on an outline for the story. We weren’t going to be talking anytime soon with his attitude the way it was, but I still held hope that he would let me explain. 

Around lunch, once the team had returned, Bobby made burgers. He asked me and Buck to help make some sides. I worked on making fries, regular and sweet potato ones, while Buck made macaroni and potato salads. 

“Why do people eat those? Mayonnaise is disgusting except in a few circumstances.”

“You don’t like mayonnaise? How are you Bobby’s sister?”

“You have no idea how many times I was asked that growing up. Minnesota is brutal when it comes to their salads. Though I think it has something to do with my mom being from Oregon. She was a character.”

Buck grabbed the salads as we walked to the table. He apologized if talking about my mother was difficult. Shrugging was my response. It wasn't hard to talk about her, it was more living with the memories of her and the ones i won't be able to share with her.

We got the table all set up just as Bobby finished the last of the burgers. I waited until everyone else had gotten their food before getting mine. Figuring I wasn't welcome to sit with the 118 family, I started to walk back to the office I was set up in. 

Bobby asked me where I was heading. Gesturing to the office, he told me to sit down. Buck waved me over and I sat next to him. Eddie was on his other side. I thanked whichever god was watching over that Buck didn’t make me sit between the two of them. Lunch was a nice change of pace. Howard, who told me to call him Chim or Chimney, asked what the plans were for my time here.

“Well, once I have enough information from all of you guys, I'll probably leave until the book is done. No distractions. Though that is just the plan as of right now.”

“You'll leave like always” Eddie’s voice held a venom i wasn't surprised by.

“Edmundo, do we need to have a private conversation now, or wait until we schedule a time for an interview?”

“You are going to interview me again?”

“Yes, you have changed. Why wouldn't I want to know what has changed and what is the same.”

My comment shuts Eddie up for the time being. Buck lightly squeezes my hand under the table. The gesture was welcomed, but surprising. I tried to ignore the looks Bobby and Buck were giving me. But Bobby was the one I was more worried about. He never wanted me to date a firefighter. 

I stopped talking after my staring contest with my brother. There was nothing worse than when Bobby got over protective. Especially after what happened in Minnesota. 

After lunch, I went back to the office I was set up in, to work on setting up a schedule for who is doing interviews when as well as when I wouldl be shadowing the team to better understand what they do on calls. Bobby used to try and tell me, but I was bored most of the time. Never felt the need to know. 

After roughly twenty minutes, Athena came to the door. She informed me that Bobby had asked her to check on me. Rolling my eyes, I shook my head.

“He wants to know what Eddie meant at lunch. I don’t want to talk about it. Besides, Eddie can’t say anything about my leaving when he was the one to… Nevermind, it’s in the past.”

“Eddie lead you on?”

“No, I got romantically invested, and I needed space. I think he thought I wanted to leave before their mission was finished. Which was not the case at all. The longer I was with them, the harder it was going to be for me to leave. Honestly I would have gone to Texas with him.”

Athena understood what I was impling with my confession. “Have you ever told him?”

I shook my head. He was married and I wasn’t going to be a homewrecker. Looking back now, Eddie always asking me about my personal life just as much as I was asking about his. Before I could tell her anything else, Buck walked in. I realize everyone was back. I thank Athena for listening. She gave Buck a pat on the shoulder as she left. 

“I don’t want to talk about it. Eddie and I are a complicated friendship.”

“Good, because I asked Bobby a question. Now I am going to ask you one.”

“Buck?”

“Have dinner with me tonight?”

[baddygab-bi]

Wait a minute.

I know I went on a rant before about how I thought this episode pointed to no buddie.

But, hand me back my Buddie membership card because I’ve been roped back in.

Here’s why:

Besides what everyone is talking about. I noticed a line from Maddie…

I’m going off memory so this isn’t verbatim. She’s talking about how their house is mostly done, but not finished and says “nobody can stay with us.”

As in the guest bedrooms aren’t done.

As in, Buck can’t recover there. If they have him recover at all, he’d need a bed. Chim and Maddie both can’t sleep on the couch, Jee needs her room- we’ve seen what happened before.

So that leaves:

1. HenRen’s place - they have the room, but unlikely. They’re close, but Hen’s part of Buck’s story rn isn’t the most major. Hen’s role in Denny’s story is.

2. The Grant-Nash household- They have the room, plenty of it. Bobby would likely be feeling terrible and upset, it might be good to have Buck there. But he’s also going through the Wendell thing which, besides Buck, is his major storyline. Not ruled out, but…

3. Eddie’s - No extra room, but Buck’s slept on that couch before so it would make sense that Eddie would think it’s his time to. He’d give Buck his room. If the coma dream points Buck towards his future and the “kids” undertones of this episode were pretty heavy, it makes sense that he’d wake up and want to be around Chris. And Chris would want to keep Buck so he knows he’s not going anywhere. Plus Eddie would want to make sure Buck’s okay.

Soo based on that one line from Maddie, that could either mean nothing and they just put it in for this episode, or it could mean everything for 6x12.

Dang it. This buddie train wounds and I’m fully back onboard.