#ravi: love & holiday

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Behind the camera -> chapter 7

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author note1: more yn/joris fluff 🥹🥹 don't worry drama is coming 😈😈 also 1'5 k words chapter :))

The sun hung low in the sky as the Leclerc family prepared for their much-anticipated summer vacation in France. Yn, Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo packed their bags, excitement bubbling within them. The air was filled with a contagious energy, heightened by the prospect of spending quality time together in the picturesque French coast.

"Joris, hurry up! We're going to leave you behind," Yn called out from the doorway of her room, a playful grin on her face.

Joris appeared in the hallway, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Patience, mon amour. I just want to make sure I've got everything," he replied, his words dripping with a hint of French charm.

Charles chuckled, slinging an arm around his sister's shoulders. "At least someone has the right idea. We can't afford to forget anything when we're traveling with this bunch."

Downstairs, the Leclerc family gathered in the foyer, ready to embark on their escapade. Arthur, the youngest of the siblings, was already by the door, sporting a wide grin. "Are we leaving yet?"

Their father, Hervé, laughed. "Almost, Arthur. Just waiting for your mother and Lorenzo."

As if on cue, Lorenzo descended the staircase, his eyes scanning the room. "All set, Lorenzo?" their mother, Pascale, asked.

He nodded, his gaze drifting to Yn. "Ready for a summer to remember?"

Yn rolled her eyes playfully. "Please, as if any summer could top this one."

The Leclercs made their way to the waiting cars, joined by their friends and their families. Joris and his family, Riccardo's family, Martha and her parents—everyone had eagerly agreed to join in on the adventure. The air was filled with chatter as they set off, the promise of an unforgettable vacation lingering in the warm breeze.

In the car, Yn and Joris shared a quiet moment. She grinned at him, her eyes sparkling. "I can't believe we're finally going on vacation together."

Joris leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. "Je suis ravi d'être ici avec toi (I'm delighted to be here with you)."

Yn giggled, the language of love a sweet melody between them " You are so cheesy."

He winked. "Guilty as charged."

Yn, stealing a glance at Joris, whispered, "Tu sais que je t'aime, n'est-ce pas?" (You know I love you, right?)

Joris smiled warmly, "Oui, et moi aussi, je t'aime." (Yes, and I love you too.)

"Ce sera une aventure incroyable, n'est-ce pas, Charles?" Yn whispered to her brother, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. (It will be an incredible adventure, won't it, Charles?)

"Absolument, Yn. I can't wait to explore Cote d'Azur with everyone," Charles replied, a wide grin on his face.

Once in the car, Charles leaned over to Yn, a mischievous glint in his eye. "This is going to be epic. Just wait until you see the places I've planned for us to visit."

The convoy of cars, filled with laughter and excited chatter, made its way along the winding roads leading to the beautiful picturesque villa that would be their home for the next few weeks. Yn, sitting beside her twin brother Charles, couldn't contain her excitement as they approached their destination.

The villa, nestled amidst rolling hills and surrounded by vineyards, welcomed the group with open arms. The Leclercs, along with their friends, settled into the spacious rooms, each decorated with a touch of elegance.

"Hey, Pierre! Tu es prêt pour des vacances épiques?" Arthur greeted, embracing one of his brother 's best friend Pierre Gasly.

"Absolument, mon pote! These holidays are going to be legendary!" Pierre replied, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

As the sun began its descent, the group gathered on the terrace for a feast prepared by the villa's chef. The aroma of very appetizing food filled the air, making everyone's stomachs rumble in anticipation.

Yn and Joris found themselves seated next to each other, their fingers intertwined under the table as they exchanged affectionate glances. The language of love flowed effortlessly between them, a secret shared amidst the lively conversations.

"Tu es magnifique ce soir, Yn," Joris whispered to Yn, his eyes filled with admiration. (You look beautiful tonight, Yn.)

"Merci, Joris. Tu n'es pas mal non plus," Yn replied, a playful smile gracing her lips. (Thank you, Joris. You're not too shabby yourself)

"Demain, nous devrions tous aller explorer le village voisin. Qu'en pensez-vous?" Lorenzo suggested, the excitement evident in his voice. (Tomorrow, we should all go explore the nearby village. What do you think?)

"Oui, ça semble génial!" Martha exclaimed, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. (Yes, that sounds amazing!)

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The next day, the group decided to explore the town and go to the beach, the group spread out on the beach, some opting for sunbathing, others building sandcastles, and the Gasly brothers challenging each other to beach volleyball. Yn and Joris decided to take a leisurely stroll along the water's edge.

After their beach escapade, the group ventured into the heart of Cagnes-sur-Mer. They explored the bustling markets, quaint shops, and iconic landmarks, capturing the moments with laughter and photographs.

"Regardez ce magnifique endroit! On dirait un rêve," Martha exclaimed, snapping pictures of the panoramic view. (Look at this magnificent place! It feels like a dream.)

As they strolled through the cobblestone streets, Arthur excitedly pointed at an ice cream shop. "On devrait tous prendre une glace, non?" (We should all get ice cream, right?)

Lorenzo chuckled, ruffling Arthur's hair. "Bonne idée, petit frère"

As they strolled along the picturesque streets, Yn walked hand in hand with Joris, their fingers intertwined. The connection between them was palpable, a testament to the love that had blossomed since they were 12 or 13. Their shared glances spoke a language of their own, a secret understood by everyone around.

The group arrived at a vibrant ice cream shop and créperie, the tantalizing aroma of freshly made crepes and the promise of sweet delights greeted them.

Yn turned to Joris with a mischievous grin. "Qu'est-ce que tu vas prendre, mon amour? (What are you going to have, my love?)"

Joris chuckled, "Je pense que je vais prendre une crêpe au Nutella. (I think I'll have a Nutella crepe)"

After the group had ordered their  ice cream, enjoying the cool treat as they strolled towards the city.  Yn's eyes sparkled as she savored the sweet taste of hazelnut gelato, her favorite. The sound of waves crashing against the shore mingled with the laughter and chatter of the friends and family.

"Tu devrais essayer celui-ci, c'est incroyable," she nudged Joris, offering him a spoonful of her chosen flavor. (You should try this one; it's amazing.)

Joris chuckled, accepting the offer. "C'est vraiment délicieux!" (It's really delicious!)

 Martha, one of Yn's closest friends, elbowed her, teasing, "Vous deux, c'est l'amour fou!" (You two are madly in love!)

Joris grinned, "L'amour rend tout plus beau!" (Love makes everything more beautiful!)

After the creperie, they meandered through souvenir shops, collecting trinkets to commemorate their trip. Yn couldn't resist a soft giggle as Joris playfully picked out a matching keychain. The laughter of the teenagers echoed through the air, blending with the joyous atmosphere of the coastal town.

"Regardez ces deux-là, toujours assortis!" (Look at these two, always matching!) teased Martha, a mischievous grin on her face. The group erupted into laughter, gently poking fun at the inseparable couple.

"Vous êtes vraiment mignons, vous deux!" (You two are really cute!) Lorenzo teased.

The girls, including Yn, took a detour to explore boutiques, finding summery clothes to add to their wardrobes. Yn's infectious joy radiated as she twirled in a vibrant sundress, eliciting approving nods from the group.

As they continued their adventure, they visited iconic tourist spots like the Renoir Museum and the Medieval village Haut-de-Cagnes, snapping photos along the way. The group playfully teased Yn and Joris, capturing candid moments of their affection.

"Les tourtereaux!" (The lovebirds!) Jacques exclaimed, causing Yn to blush.

Yn rolled her eyes playfully, "Arrêtez de vous moquer de nous!" (Stop teasing us!)

"Regardez cette vue magnifique! (Look at this magnificent view!)" exclaimed Charles, gesturing towards the azure waters of the Ligurian Sea.

"Vraiment incroyable!" replied Yn, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As the sun began to set, the teenagers returned to the beach, gathering for a group photo.

As they reached the sun-kissed beach, the group found a spot to relax. Yn and Joris, their fingers entwined, watched the azure waves together. Lorenzo, looking at them with a smirk, teased, "L'amour est dans l'air, n'est-ce pas?" (Love is in the air, isn't it?)

"Vous deux, toujours dans votre petit monde d'amour." (You two, always in your little world of love.) Pierre nudges both the teenagers with a grin on his face.

"Et pourquoi pas? L'amour est magnifique, n'est-ce pas?" (And why not? Love is beautiful, isn't it?) Joris says, pulling Yn closer to him.

The group spent the afternoon soaking up the sun, splashing in the crystal-clear waters, and taking pictures against the breathtaking backdrop. Yn and Joris, with gelato in hand, posed for a photo, the joy evident in their eyes.

The camera clicked, freezing the moment in time—Yn, Joris, the Leclercs, Gaslys, and their friends—bound by the magic of a summer escape on the enchanting Blue Coast of France.

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[buddierecs]

slow burn buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

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[eddiediaaz]

hellooooo! i read a lot of buck/eddie fics, literally everyday, and earlier this december i thought "why not share some of my favorites that i have read this month?" so here we are! i couldn't include everything i've read and enjoyed, the list would be really long. but i've picked a few fanfics that i've read (for the first time) in december that were really huge favorites and stayed with me for a little while these past days/weeks. i will try to make these on a monthly basis, because fanfic authors deserve all of the recognition! oh, and happy new year!

both blades and branch by @cal-daisies-and-briars 62k | mature | canon divergence | completed: december 2023

The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

this fic is absolutely incredible. i couldn't put it down once i started. it's extremely well written and brilliantly planned out. the angst is heavy but so is the reward: this is an amazing story. easily an all-time favorite!

my blood on your skin (my rose on your snow) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels 80k | explicit | alternate universe | posted: october 2023

When Eddie needs cash and fast to take care of Christopher, his LAFD Academy buddy suggests a job as a bouncer at Elysium - an exclusive sex club in downtown Los Angeles. Eddie doesn't care what goes on there, so long as he's paid, but he finds he cares a lot bout the club's enigmatic owner, Evan Buckley, and it's not long before the two of them are violating every boss-employee rule in the book. But there's something different about Buck and the club, something not quite... human. If Eddie wants to keep Buck, he's going to have to delve into the world of immortals, and all the risks that implies.

another exquisite fic from this author. they never miss!! this one explores a dynamic i don't read that often (sub eddie) but it works SO well here. extremely well done, as usual. i also absolutely love this buck here.

burn a bridge, learn how to swim [series] by watermelonshorts 34k | mature/explicit | canon verse | completed: july 2021

In which there is some unexpected making out, some pining, one third of an existential crisis and a lot of unhelpful advice. Not necessarily in that order.

they are GIANT disasters in here! really loved the humoristic tone of this whole thing. i just wanna shake them and yell learn how to communicate properly damn it!

dead reckoning by euadnes 28k | mature | canon verse | posted: december 2022

In which a tragedy on the edge of a firestorm leaves part of the 118 stranded and struggling to survive in the wilderness. Left entirely to their own devices, the survivors fight to come home, alive.

buck, eddie, and ravi survive a plane crash, and it's amazing. incredibly well written, i was hooked from the very start and couldn't put it down until i was done.

here comes the jackpot question in advance by @lamardeuse 4k | teen+ | canon verse | posted: december 2023

Buck is determined to start the new year right.

this is very very very cute!!! i always love a cute holiday themed get together story. as always, this author nailed the characterization!

being eddie by @cal-daisies-and-briars 79k | teen+ | canon divergence | completed: august 2023

When Eddie starts seeing a new therapist, he’s presented with the opportunity to revisit several days from his past and right regrets that still bother him. OR: Eddie goes through the time travel therapy process of the 2009 Canadian TV show Being Erica

incredible concept!!! all the moments chosen for eddie to revisit are perfect and make so much sense for his character. this was such a great read and an absolutely amazing character exploration fic.

a blaze in the dark by @woodchoc-magnum 117k | explicit | canon verse | published: december 2023

Set post-Season 6, where Buck has inadvertently sacrificed his friendship with Eddie in order to focus on his new relationship with Natalia, and is shocked when Eddie comes out to the team and subsequently reveals that he is dating a guy.

okay so i literally read this in one sitting and went to bed at 7am to finish it. i couldn't put it down. the angst is SO good and frustrating and delicious and painful. but the payoff is so worth it!! this is really really really good. i loved all the dynamics, especially eddie and karen's friendship.

[queenmayor23]

How do we tell our son?

Y/N, Buck, and Eddie leaned on the kitchen island, watching Christopher play his video game.

"So, how are you two planning on telling him?"

"Yes, Eddie, how are you planning on telling your son?"

"Oh, so he's my son now."

"He's been your son since he was born. I inherited him just a year and some change ago."

"Yeah, this one's on you."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"And have him hate his favorite Uncle Buck? Not a chance. Have you even tested the waters on this conversation yet?"

"I asked him if he liked Y/N once."

"And?"

"And he asked if he could have his sleepover party at your place, and I had to tell him no because I was horny and we were fighting, and I didn't want him and his friends to wake up to us…. doing us. You know how much I love angry sex."

"Was that when you brought Chris to Maddie's, and we did that thing with the rope and the nipple clamp…"

Eddie stood behind Y/N, signaling Buck to stop, but it was too late.

"You what?"

"Bebe. I'm sorry-"

"Edmundo. Diaz."

"Somebody's in trouble."

"Not helping Buck."

"Are you serious? That was supposed to be our thing. The one thing that we didn't share with Buck. We share clothes, food, beds, but not that."

"I was upset, and I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me for the sake of our son?"

"Yes, just because you said "our son," and it sounds so nice when you say it."

"If you like that, you should hear me call my husband's name."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie and Y/N were chest to chest. They would have burned down the building if their sexual tension were a fire.

"You mean we could live with Y/N forever? Awesome!"

Y/N and Eddie look at the sofa to Christopher and Buck looking back at them.

"I helped."

"Dad, when do we move to Papa's house?"

"I thought you liked living here."

"I do, but Papa has a park across the street, and last time, he told me that he would teach me how to play basketball so I could beat a meatball."

"A meatball?"

"You are looking a little beefier than usual."

"Me? You think you two can beat me?"

"You are a man of many talents, but basketball is not one of them."

Y/N pats Eddie on his shoulder, earning a disheartened frown. Chris turns around to resume his game, and Buck enters the kitchen to refill his water bottle.

"Great, now that's over. Now, all you have to do is tell the crew."

"You didn't tell the 118?"

"No, I thought you did."

"Why would I tell them you spend all day with them?"

"Who doesn't know? Hen knows that means Chim knows; therefore, Maddie knows."

"Buck knows."

"Ravi was your best man, so if he doesn't know, he's more of a himbo than me."

"Bobby knows from our anniversary dinner."

"Did you tell Athena?"

"No, she scares me. But she's not stupid she has to know."

"How about this? At the Halloween party, just announce it. You'll have everyone in the same room and only have to do it once."

"That's not a bad idea."

"Look at you, Buck-a-roo."

"I help."

Buck smiles like a puppy dog, receiving a cheek rub from Y/N as his face falls in thought.

"Same room?"

"What? What's wrong now?"

"The holidays. Last year, we were in Cancun with the crew for Thanksgiving, and-"

"You were in the hospital for Christmas."

"So, which family gets what holiday?"

"My family hates Thanksgiving, so we do Christmas in Texas."

"My family will kill me and send a search party for me if I miss a New York Christmas two years in a row."

"You are just adding to the headcannon."

"Here we go again."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Eddie thinks I'm in a mafia family just because I'm a New York Italian."

"Your father's name is Don. You have a weird fascination with gold chains and wearing sunglasses all day, you have a cousin named Vinny, you call people meatball, you said they called you Baby Gambino when you were a kid-"

"Because I was a chubby kid and snuck off to our family's bakery..."

"It's not just a bakery; it's bakeries, meat markets, pizzerias, wine shops, grocery stores, and that's just the stuff you've mentioned."

"... and I don't know how many times I have to tell you my father's name is John, but with his accent, it sounds like Don. You know what, how about you ask him? We do Thanksgiving in Texas and Christmas in New York, and when we're all at the table, you can ask him in front of my whole family."

"Maybe I will."

"If you want to die."

Y/N playfully nudges Buck into a light chuckle.

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December 2024

As Eddie emerges from the memory, Buck continues to breathe evenly, quietly. Eddie did text Tommy earlier, because it seemed like the right thing to do, and Tommy was earnestly concerned, and sad, and all those things you understandably would be if your boyfriend-of-six-months-turned-recent-ex ended up in the ICU. But Eddie didn't ask him to come to the hospital, and Tommy didn't offer. 

If, no, when Buck wakes up, if he wants to see Tommy then, Eddie will invite him, but for now—for now, Tommy is the man who broke Buck’s heart. And though Eddie doesn't really fault Tommy for getting cold feet when Buck, in typical impulsive-Buck-fashion, asked him to move in, he also doesn't fault Buck for being hurt that Tommy's answer was"we should break up" instead of"we should slow this down a little". 

So, no. For now, Tommy won't join them. 

He tells Bobby as much, in a heavily abridged version. Bobby nods, and they fall silent again. 

"We just can't catch a break on Christmas," Hen says, when she joins them sometime later. Outside, LA's golden afternoon glow has made space for a deep red dusk, but Buck is still pale and colorless, still hasn't moved. Eddie glances at her and she shrugs."First you quit, then we have to work, and now—"

"I'd rather be working," Eddie points out, over the quiet sound of Bobby's rosary beads clicking through his fingers. 

They don't know that Eddie is leaving. He hasn't told anyone except Buck. 

"Yeah," Hen says. "Me too."

December 2023

To say that the 118 was thrilled when Bobby announced that they'd be working on Christmas would be a grave overstatement. After all, even people who love their colleagues to the point of codependency usually don't like working on a holiday, especially if those people are firefighters and especially if the holiday in question is Christmas, which might be even worse than Thanksgiving in terms of emergencies. 

Of course Eddie is disappointed at first. He was looking forward to a quiet Christmas at home, just him and Chris and Tia Pepa and maybe Buck, if he isn't spending his night with the Buckley-Hans—but when the day actually arrives, and with it the 118 Christmas party, he decides that this is okay too. Maybe even more than okay. 

He arrived in the morning, followed closely by Buck, with the storage bin of decorations that they dug up in Eddie's dusty garage, and just like Eddie knew they would, everyone else contributed too. The firehouse looks amazing now, tinsel and ornaments covering every available surface. Bobby outdid himself in the kitchen, serving up eight different kinds of finger food—Eddie has devoured a whole plate of deviled eggs—as well as three different mains and too many side dishes to count, and Marisol’s eyes lights up when she arrives and pulls Eddie close to her.

"You know, when you told me you'd be working on Christmas, I—I almost felt kind of sorry for you," she says, looking around."But this is a wonderful tradition."

"Yeah," Eddie agrees, and smiles at her."It's pretty great."

Not everyone has arrived yet—Maddie and Jee are still missing, and Chris and Pepa too, but Karen is already there, chatting with Hen and the Lees not far from where Ravi and Albert are helping themselves to Bobby's shrimp cocktails. Athena and May are in the kitchen with Bobby, laughing at a joke he's told, and Denny is sitting on one of the couches, beating Buck and a Santa-hat-wearing Chim at Mario Kart. 

Buck—that's where Eddie's eyes get stuck. He's wearing that smile Eddie only sees on him when he gets to hang out with his family. It’s bright and warm, some almost painfully vulnerable thing between proud and soft, like he can't believe he gets to have this, isn't sure he deserves it, but would fight the universe itself if someone tried to take it away. 

Marisol slips her hand under Eddie’s arm and Eddie tears his attention away. It's more difficult than it should be, which, like so many things to do with Buck, doesn't make sense. 

Eddie doesn't question it. Instead he turns to Marisol, smiling. She’s warm against his side, and beautiful in her deep red blouse. They’ve been dating for six months, have reached the stage where the awkwardness of new beginnings has made way for a calming sort of familiarity. When she hugs him and leans up for a kiss, Eddie reciprocates gladly. There is no spark, no all-consuming, trance-like sort of magic, not like what he had with Shannon, but he’s not a teenager anymore. Maybe magic is for kids. Safe and familiar, those are good too.

She's right. It is a wonderful tradition. Nobody likes working on Christmas, but if you surround yourself with the right people, it barely feels like work at all.

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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Breath is of Little Consequence

11k | Rated T | One-shot | Read on Ao3

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Eddie kissed Buck once and then he kept making excuses to keep doing it, because kissing Buck was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

Featuring: first kisses, practice kisses, Buck and Eddie being idiots in love, feelings realization, and queer Eddie Diaz

Eddie downed the rest of his beer and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, a smile still etched on his face from laughing only moments ago.

“What do you mean the second time you kissed a guy, Chimney?” Hen leaned on the table, ignoring her drink which sat mostly full, the ice melting and condensation fogging up the glass. It was their favorite booth at the karaoke bar Hen and Chim loved and the only one that could fit them all comfortably. It was large and round and tucked in the corner of the room closest to the currently abandoned karaoke stage.

Chimney waved Hen away, trying not to dwell on the comment he’d made casually. “I said what I said Hen. That’s not the point here.”

“And I didn’t know this about you how?” She cocked her head and looked over at the man sitting next to her. Eddie shook his head fondly and fiddled with his now-empty beer bottle. He was amused, but every time he learned something new about Buck he acted the exact same way, shocked and vaguely offended he hadn’t been told the information before.

“It wasn’t exactly of consequence!”

“When was the first time you kissed a man?” The whole group was watching this conversation go down. They’d all gone out, which was rare. They could get Bobby and Athena to join only occasionally, Ravi was always picking up extra shifts to fund some renovation project or another, and kids always made making plans difficult. They only ever managed to all get together, outside of holidays or celebratory dinners at the Grant-Nashes, a few times a year.

“Uh, 2002? Something like that.”

Maddie looked at her husband and grinned, raising her glass. “Same year I kissed a girl.”

Chimney clinked his glass against hers with an acknowledging nod of his head.

Eddie couldn’t see Buck’s face from where he sat next to him in the booth, but he whipped his head around to look at his sister and Eddie could imagine him raising his eyebrows questioningly. Maddie just shrugged. “What? I was in college.”

“Every straight girl kisses other girls in college,” Hen said.

“That feels like a stereotype.” Buck leaned back and put his arm around the back of the booth, right over Eddie’s shoulders.

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word count: 610

warnings: none

A/N: in honor of all the holidays coming up (holi, vaisakhi, ramadan/eid, etc.), AND also my srk x jay post that sparked desi enha discourse, this one goes out to all my desi engenes!!!! 🫶🏼 happy holi!!!! happy vaisakhi a month in advance. and a ramadan mubarak to those who celebrate.

soft desi engene hours. could u just IMAGINE sitarist!jay and dholi!you!?!??? 🥺

jay is grateful to have a lover who hails from such a gorgeous, rich culture that spans millennia. and as any connoisseur of culture would say - music isn’t just part of culture….it is culture. he’s been playing guitar for many years now. and he wants to venture out into other stringed instruments. and what better way than learning the sitar?

jay enjoys the calming, soulful, and twangy sound of the sitar. it sends him into a trance and he feels completely immersed in a different world. despite it being “different” from what he’s done before, he believes that the language of music is universal - one felt within the heart first and foremost.

he holds a deep reverence for south asian music. be it nusrat fateh ali khan, kishore kumar, mohammed rafi, noor jehan, or asha bhosle, he feels the timeless, evergreen spirit of such compositions pulse within his soul.

watching him learn the sitar is an endearing sight. ethereal even! seeing the level of dedication he has towards mastering such an art form warms your heart. he wants to learn bhajans, shabads, and ghazals for you. all he wants in life is to express his love for you through music. just chillin’ in his kurtas with the sleeves rolled up and his sitar by his side, showing you the ravi shankar songs he’s learned so far.

on the other hand, he too admires you for your passion for percussion. jay loves your appreciation towards the different types of dhol. he fawns over the euphoric feeling you get when hitting every thappi and tiparu and the way you chant your DHAs and DHINs while doing so. jay also appreciates the way you treat your dagga and tilli sticks like they’re your babies. he loves the swingy sound of dhol beats and the swagger you exude while you play.

jay sometimes gets annoyed when you pester him with the sound of your loud ass dhol while he’s peacefully and calmly practicing his sitar. but he knows it’s out of love and good fun. it’s the desi equivalent of the percussionist kids in band disrupting the ones who play the wind and brass instruments. antics aside, jay appreciates the lively spirit and camaraderie that comes with these musical clashes, cherishing the shared moments of cultural exchange and musical banter.

in the end, these musical escapades become cherished memories, shaping jay’s musical journey with a touch of spontaneity and joy. the blend of dhol and sitar, once seemingly contrasting, transforms into a celebration of diversity within your shared love for music. as the two of you continue your artistic pursuits, jay realizes that the moments of lighthearted banter and cultural exchange have added a special rhythm to the soundtrack of your relationship - one of seismic adoration.

with each note played and every shared laugh echoing in the air, jay acknowledges that your artistic pursuits have not only strengthened your musical connection with each other, but have also deepened your bond with him. the rhythm of seismic adoration encompasses the highs and lows, much like the crescendos and decrescendos in your collaborative performances. through the language of music, your relationship thrives, creating a symphony of understanding, support, and shared passion that resonates far beyond the notes of your instruments.

[dailyravi]

Headcanon

Ravi will dress up for Halloween no matter how old he is. He loves the holiday and will fight people who say Christmas is better

[queerdiazs]

writing patterns 🫧

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

in the meantime | 2.3k, teen

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

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

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

like a cat in the rain | 4.6k, teen

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

he's a big boy | 5.7k, explicit

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

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

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

the house i built is burning | 6.4k, mature

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

there you are, sweetheart | 2.9k, teen

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

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

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

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

[royalsunshinehotel]

Rahul Kohli's Master list

GIF by blueryley

Ravi Chakrabarti (iZombie, 2015-2019)

NSFW Alphabet

GIF by patrick-stewart

Owen Sharma (The Haunting of Bly Manor, 2021)

Jumpstarted (18+): What you're looking for has been here the whole time!

GIF by chellestrash

Sheriff Hassan El-Shabbaz (Midnight Mass, 2022)

NSFW ALPHABET

SFW ALPHABET

Right On Time (somewhat a series)

4:58AM : Hassan picks you up from the ferry and drives you home.

7:45 AM (18+): The Sheriff is good at keeping his word.

8:30AM (18+): Hassan has some thoughts during your weekly meeting

8:49AM: You didn’t show up for your weekly appointment, and Hassan does a “wellness check”

7:13PM: Hassan just needs to ask you something really quick

10:49PM (18+): Your working late and Hassan doesn’t care for it.

GIF by wiha-jun

Napoleon Usher (The Fall of the House of Usher, 2023)

NSFW Alphabet

The Smallest Man In The World

Rahul Kohli Preferences (Starring Owen, Ravi, and Hassan)

Dynamics: “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”// You Had a Nightmare //You Sprained Your Ankle// He’s Sick // You’re Not Friends With Your // How Are They With Kids? //Being a Dad// “You Changed Your Hair!” // How He Wins You Back

Details: Birthdays// Terms of Endearment // How They Nap // How They Fight // Street Smarts! //

Milestones: Meet Cute // Your First Date // First “I Love You” // You’re Pregnant // Your Wedding Day

Holidays: New Year’s Eve // Valentine’s Day// Pride // Halloween// Thanksgiving // Christmas

NSFW: Blowjobs // Vibrators & Toys// Kinks // First Times // Domme

[wings-of-ink]

hi!! just wanted to say I absolutely loved chapter 5 (it broke my heart but it’s okay that’s what good writing does 😞)

I am currently stressing for my poor MC and all her dear companions and although they have went through some rough times especially this chapter I am glad my MC has more friends now! She loves Lakota, Willow and Oswin (when he wants to be her friend) to death but I’m glad she has more people to be friends with now!

On the Oswin note my heart shattered for my poor MC (who I have named Ravya to still carry a part of my grandmother’s legacy and so Oswin can still call me Ravi :p) when she couldn’t tell him how she felt cause he stopped her 😭 I understand why but poor boy needs to understand Ravya’s torch for him is eternal and once he confesses all he needs to confess she will show him just that by showering him with love

sorry if this long!! a little bit of a ramble because I feel for MC and her companions but am also happy for them! thank you for this new chapter it really is so wonderful!! I hope you are doing well and happy holidays! 🫶

Hello dear Nony! I am so glad you enjoyed it! I promise there will be some levity for your MC (in doses of course, lol). And Ravya will be reunited with more people she loves soon! ^_^

[devirnis]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @daffi-990 (and reverse uno’d by @try-set-me-on-fire)

money laundering restaurant front au has taken a bit of a back seat seeing as I need to finish the kinktober fic and then really dig into the holiday movie au, but here's a snippet from it since it is still my most beloved ❤️ pretty sure I've shared a bit of this before, but I love the firefam giving each other shit

“Um, Buck? Did you need more coffee?” Buck jerks his head in Eddie’s direction, a blush rising on his face so fast that it’s almost comical. “Ye-yeah, that’d be great. Please. Thank you.” There’s a small, private smile on Eddie’s face as he walks back to the bar, and his cheeks are definitely rosy. The smile transforms into a grimace when he sees Chimney, Hen and Ravi all giving him knowing smirks. “Shut up,” Eddie grumbles, grabbing the pot of coffee. Chimney holds his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t say anything.” “You were thinking it loudly.” And, well, that is certainly true. Chimney grins and snaps his gum as he watches Eddie head back over to the booth with the coffee and a glass of water. He slides the water in front of Chris, saying, “Agua for you,” and then refills Buck’s coffee with, “And más café for you, sir.” Hen snorts. “Is that supposed to be flirting?” she whispers. “Whatever it is,” Ravi says, “I’m getting out of here. Maybe Cap needs help in the kitchen.”

if you wanna @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @exhuastedpigeon @messyhairdiaz @spaceprincessem @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life @princessfbi @sibylsleaves @eowon @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @giddyupbuck @housewifebuck @bvckandeddie @callaplums @dijkstraspath @loserdiaz @shitouttabuck 💜💜💜

[rphunter]

hey hey, 22F looking for some fun christmas vibes! if you are 18+, literate (like at least 2-3 good paragraphs, i tend to hit discord character limit with my responses but can also pare it down some to reply a bit faster), and down for some cozy christmas fluff. i’m talking evenings by the fire with cocoa, ice skating, snowball fights, building snowmen, the works!

I’d love to explore some family dynamics, maybe it’s a new marriage navigating both sides of the family, generally dealing with holidays as a couple with children, maybe it’s a blended family, kids on both sides or just one and one side of the pair has to adjust to being a stepparent? maybe a new couple’s first christmas?

i’m looking for mxf pairing where i play the f, and it can be fandomless where we develop some ocs together in whatever setting we’d like, or it could be fandom, like the ones below.

fandom ideas:

Stranger things (eddie x oc)

Harry Potter (draco x oc, potentially other canon mc)

the 100 (bellamy x clarke in a christmas au?🤌🏻✨)

a good girl’s guide to murder (just finished book three, obsessed with the ending, a ravi x pip christmas continuation would slap)

there are probably so many more that i’m just forgetting so you can def ask if i write what you’re thinking of!

I write on discord. I prefer to avoid explicit writing, but implied/fade to black is totally fine with me. I hope I’m not forgetting anything, but if you think you might be a good partner for something like this leave a like and I’ll reach out to you. I don’t mind answering questions and it never hurts to ask so even if you have something slightly different in mind or are unsure about something i didn’t expand on, still leave a like!

.

[spotsandsocks]

Seven Sentence Sunday 🐺🐺🐺

Tagged by these lovelies @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 thank you

Because I’m only writing shifter fic right now and because of spoilers I’m going to be enigmatic (or a tease you choose) and post a few out of context sentences from the next three chapters that I’m tweaking right now…

Chapt 6

Bobby might suspect but he can’t know. Someone would have to have told him and who would tell him? There’s no one who both Bobby and Eddie know, he’s just being paranoid.

Chapt 7

With a grin Ravi pulls a pouch out from somewhere and tips the content onto the table, graceful fingers wiggling above the stones until he selects one. Ravi glances up and his nose wrinkles in something that’s almost an apology but falls short. “Gonna need some blood.”

Chapt 8

He hadn’t known then that Isabel Diaz’s home wasn’t somewhere were you went to die it was somewhere you remembered how to live.

Also as it’s the holiday season if anyone wants to send me a word today, if it’s in one the chapters I’ll share the sentence as long as it’s not super spoilery 😘😉

Tagging @rogerzsteven @monsterrae1 @hoodie-buck @bekkachaos @the-likesofus @loserdiaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @wildlife4life @exhuastedpigeon @disasterbuckdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @heartshapedvows @weewootruck @buddierights @jesuisici33 @giddyupbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @shortsighted-owl @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @stagefoureddiediaz @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming

[beecauseevan]

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December 2023

The holiday season is stressful, especially for first responders. Eddie always breathes a sigh of relief when January rolls around and the craziness stops—at least until the surge of Valentine's Day related candle incidents hits them and the whole yearly cycle starts anew. The annual toy drive, however, is a brief moment of respite from all the stress; it's not peaceful by any means, it's loud and chaotic, but it's an energizing sort of chaos, and he looks forward to it every year. 

Today is the day. He's down in the app bay, surrounded by tables filled with gifts—dolls and toy cars, lego sets and books on one side, colorful parcels on the other, and he and Buck are in the middle of that mess, turning unwrapped gifts into wrapped ones. Buck is telling him about a documentary he watched the other night, something about a leggings-based pyramid scheme, and Eddie listens to him talk, nodding and shaking his head and providing input wherever it's appropriate, and he gets lost in it, in the sound of Buck's voice and the rustle of patterned paper and the quiet zzzzip of tape being pulled off the dispenser. 

He's wrapping up a little toy excavator when Ravi joins them, a stack of gifts in his hands and a distraught expression on his face. 

"Guys, can I ask you something?" 

Buck stops mid-ramble, instantly ready to problem-solve, and Eddie nods too. 

"Okay." Ravi shoves his hands into his pocket then pulls them out again, fiddling with the sleeves of his LAFD hoodie. "So—you both have girlfriends right?"

"Uh," Buck says, and glances at Eddie.

"Yeah," Eddie says, after a moment. He's been seeing Marisol since May, and things are—good. Things are good. Definitely good enough to be calling her his girlfriend.

"Right," Ravi says, hiding his hands again. "Right. What are you getting them? For Christmas?"

Eddie looks at Buck. Buck looks back at Eddie. Eddie isn't sure why he's waiting for Buck to go first, but he is, and so neither of them answers for a minute. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it's Eddie who breaks first.

"Well," he says. "Buck likes to give his girlfriends gifts that come with built-in GPS. So I guess Natalia is going to be the owner of a brand-new tracker necklace. Or bracelet. Or ring."

"Seriously?" Ravi asks, which is silly. He knows Buck. He shouldn't be surprised.

Buck rolls his eyes at Eddie, who laughs. 

"And Eddie likes to give his loved ones bad news," Buck retorts. "Like, 'hey babe, I'm quitting'."

"That was one time," Eddie replies. "And I did not call you 'babe'."

"One time so far," Buck says. "Who knows what you're up to."

"Guys," Ravi interrupts. He sounds a little bit desperate. "This isn't helpful. I need ideas. Real ideas."

"Who's the lucky person?" Buck asks. 

He slides a sly look in Eddie's direction. Eddie smirks at Ravi. Ravi shuts them down instantly. "Nice try. I'm not telling you."

"Chocolates," Eddie decides, while Buck pouts. "Or flowers."

"That's way too generic," Buck says, before Ravi can even open his mouth. "No, it has to be something fun. Like—a trip on a hot air balloon."

"What if they’re afraid of heights?" Eddie points out. "Go with something safe. Like movie tickets. Or—other tickets. To a Lakers game or something."

"To a Lakers game," Buck repeats, rolling his eyes. "How romantic."

"It is if you like basketball. And—either way, it's better than a tracker."

"Taylor liked it."

"Oh, come on."

"Thanks." Ravi interrupts, clearing his throat. He's backing off now, making his way back to the other side of the table. "All great ideas. I'll—yeah. Bye."

Then he's gone, leaving them alone with their presents and their wrapping paper. Eddie turns to Buck. "He's not going to think about any of those things."

"No way," Buck agrees. "He's probably going to ask Hen instead. Or Cap. And I don't blame him. Lakers tickets." 

Buck shakes his head disdainfully. Eddie shrugs. He grabs a doll from the pile next to him and starts to wrap it up. The paper he's using is white and covered in holly leaves. Buck chose a roll of plain red. 

"I would love to get some Lakers tickets."

"I'll keep it in mind for your next farewell present," Buck replies. 

Eddie rolls his eyes but lets it go. A comfortable silence settles between them, interrupted by the occasional rustle of paper. They could exist in this silence for hours, enjoying each other's presence without the need for conversation, and a lot of the time they do. Eddie doesn't know what makes him break it this time, what makes him ask:

"Is Natalia coming to the party? "

"Uh." The sound Buck makes is too uncertain to be a groan, but only just.

For a moment, Eddie wonders—wonders. There's a strange feeling in his chest, tingly and too tight. He might be coming down with a cold.

"No," Buck says, then, and that feeling fades into something less tight, something—warm. "No, I don't think so. What about Marisol?"

Slowly, the warmth fizzles out. He’s definitely coming down with something. He'll ask Hen to take his temperature later, when they're done with these presents. 

"Yeah," he says. "I think so. She's spending the evening with her family, but she'll drop by before."

Something tugs at the corner of Buck's mouth, twists it downwards, but it's gone before Eddie can identify it. 

"Right," Buck says, and turns back to the book he's wrapping "Looking forward to it."

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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[talknerdytome18]

my agggtm hc:

Ravi likes learning different languages just so he can give Pip different petnames in like 20 languages

(he is insufferable about this when they're on holiday abroad <3 )

Omg that's actually so cute. I feel like Pip would be annoyed at first (especially if he's insufferable about it lol we love Ravi Singh), but she ends up loving it. It goes well with Pip knowing a lot of random facts and tending to ramble them when she's nervous (we love our girl for her "Pipisms"). If anything I think Ravi needs to teach me a second language I'd love to learn Estonian at some point 😭