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anothermonikan · 3 months
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I need to be home playing Rain World immediately I reckon
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bluegiragi · 6 months
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kinda random but erm this fandom had genuinely changed my life and I’ll never be able to properly express how grateful I am that you guys like and support my art 😭
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vanyaliful · 1 year
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and they were roommates
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watchyourbuck · 6 months
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“Is this… turning you on?” if it sparks joy 👀👀👀 xx
Buck was a little shit.
He kept shoving the whole spoonful inside his mouth and licking it clean, swirling his tongue around it like nobody’s business.
Drops of ice cream were spilling over the corner of his mouth, and going down his chin, to which he simply made throaty little sounds to, before wiping them off with the back of his hand.
Yeah, Buck was a little shit because he knew exactly what he was doing.
From across the table, Eddie stared at him with god given patience, breathing heavily and following his every move.
He had made him promise him that he wouldn’t touch him. That he’d only watch.
Thing is, they weren’t alone.
Submerged in menial conversation, Bobby, Hen and Chimney filled the rest of the seats around them. They barked and laughed and told stupid little jokes Eddie couldn’t bring himself to laugh at.
Somehow, none of them had realized something was off — except for Buck, of course, who was on his second bowl of Ben & Jerry’s.
“That’s what I said to him– ‘do you even work here?’, and he started panicking!”
Out of context, Chim’s words made no sense, but even if Eddie was uh, focused on something else, he was well aware that they were all making fun of their new probie.
“We should cut him so slack,” said their Captain, fooling absolutely no one. “We don’t want the guy to hate us.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, his gaze flickering only for a second to where Bobby sat, clutching his belly in laughter. Ravi was probably terrified of them all by now.
With a mild clink, Buck attracted Eddie’s attention back to him. He had an eyebrow raised, and he was frozen in the middle of his performance, waiting for his man to concentrate.
Eddie’s ears turned red. He glanced at their friends before straightening up in his seat, trying his best to hide the hand he was using to adjust himself every couple of minutes.
“I’m pretty sure he thought I was a man,” said Hen, to which Chimney doubled over himself to in silent laughter. “He saw me from behind!”
“How- how did he- ? Oh my god,” cackled Bobby, barely getting through the sentence. A tear was forming on the corner of his eye.
They hadn’t laughed like this in a minute.
In hindsight, Eddie would have loved to be a part of the conversation but Buck wouldn’t let up.
The tip of his tongue was now expertly tracing the metal, and although his head was turned to the side, his eyes were still on Eddie.
Dear god. This man was a monster.
Eddie closed his own, exhaling carefully. Both his hands were on his knees, turning white from the grip he had on them. He couldn’t let his will be broken. Not like this, not so embarrassingly easily.
He looked up, only to find the spoon had been replaced by one of Buck’s fingers. His index.
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it- isn’t that the one he uses to open you up?
Jesus fucking Christ.
Buck smirked, withdrawing his finger from his mouth with a low pop, specifically made so only Eddie could hear. “Is this… turning you on?” he mouthed, the words trapped in the back of his throat.
Eddie wasn’t the best lip reader, but that he got. “You’re an animal,” he mouthed back, short of panting on the table.
Buck smiled, a little too brightly. He pushed the bowl away from him, earning himself the attention of their friends. “Okay, I think Eddie and I have uh-, a pending discussion. If you’ll excuse us.”
With that, he stood up. He must’ve known his words were as suggestive as they got, but he didn’t seem to care. He looked at Eddie and let out a small ‘c’mon’, before extending his hand to him.
Bracing himself, Eddie mimicked his moves, standing — bent forward, of course, as he didn’t want to poke anyone in the eye —, then grabbing his hand with more need than he wanted to admit.
Hen scrunched up her face. “Guys, c’mon,” she sighed, covering her face with her hands.
Like a child, Chimney made a disgusted noise before averting his eyes.
Buck chortled, leading Eddie around the table, and pushing him so he’d walk in front of him. He let go of his hand to put both of them on Eddie’s hips, prompting him to move.
“Buck, we talked about this!” Bobby yelled, his voice following them as they made their way down the stairs. “Don’t use the firetruck!”
Buck laughed, jumping the last step. He pulled Eddie into the locker room by the collar of his shirt, but not before shouting back. “Yes, Cap!”
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"Loving him was red"
Wilhelm and Simon- Red by Taylor Swift
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do any smart beautiful strong women want to explain hockey at me?????
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ok but remember him saying "i hope when people watch me skate now they will think hanyu yuzuru's skating is the best it has ever been" and i honestly think that he wouldn't be able to achieve this in the realm of competitions, once again proving that he is beyond any medal
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spookyowlman · 4 months
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Art request: barnaby in a kimono?
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// these must be like the biggest sleeves in the world
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asexualjedi · 6 months
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Quark coming trying to get odo to run away with him bc he’s afraid the station is too dangerous for them. Gay gay homosexual gay
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https-furina · 9 months
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good morning beautifuls <3
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starsandwriting · 4 months
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Jimmy solidarity fans who are also listening to the magnus protocol. How we feeling about that forum statement
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ghoulangerlee · 2 months
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cannot sleep :) that's so sexy of me, sexy bc I have to wake up at 6:30am
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hannanodaa · 2 years
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finally covid free 😭😭
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watchyourbuck · 6 months
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Buddie 13 please😭😭
(tw: suicidal thoughts & actions. no death, no self-harm.)
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Eddie’s heart stammers him awake. Sweaty, frantic, and alone, he’s suddenly slapped out of his slumber by his ringing phone.
“Fucking- Jesus-,” he whispers, putting a hand to his chest unconsciously, while searching the nightstand with the other one. “Yes, yes, hello?”
He’s ready to yell; to tell the person on the other line to fuck off, because do you know what time it is? But something stops him.
It’s vague, but it’s there. He frowns, listening more attentively. Someone’s breathing, but it doesn’t sound calm. It sounds as if- he checks the screen, putting together blurry letters. Buck.
“Buck?”
He sits up right. Only once before did Buck call him in the middle of the night, and it had been disastrous. Hospital level injury disastrous.
“Buck? What’s going on? Talk to me.”
His words seem to only agitate him more. Eddie swallows, blinking the rest of his sleepiness away. He’s suddenly back in his room, and he can see enough to map out the house.
Okay, he can be out of there in seconds, he’d only need to call Carla first.
“Buck, please,” he insists, forcing himself to keep calm. If he panics, Buck will mirror him. “Please, I-”
“I can’t lie to you anymore.”
Eddie’s heart jumps in his ribcage. Buck sounds like he’s crying, standing in the middle of a busy street while doing so. “What? Buck, where- where are you?”
“I can’t lie to you anymore, Eddie, it’s- it’s killing me.”
His voice breaks right at the mention of his name, and Eddie feels like he’s about to be an auditory witness to something he can’t let happen. “Okay, okay, Buck- stop. Come over, let’s talk. Please- let’s… let’s talk.”
The honk of a car makes him stand up in a hurry. Dear god, dear god.
“You won’t- you won’t look at me the same,” Buck says, barely above a whisper. “You won’t- I don’t know…”
“Buck, please. Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”
He starts walking around his room, ignoring the pain in his foot as he steps on something sharp. One of his kid’s legos, presumably. He winces, pursing his lips to keep quiet.
At this point, Eddie’s senses are painfully heightened. He could hear the flutter of a fly’s wings.
“I’m- I don’t want you to see me like- like this…”
“Like- like what, Buck?”
He’s stalling. He’s stalling because Buck isn’t listening to him. He tries to pick up on any clues that might tell him where he is. C’mon, Buck, where are you?
“Drunk,” he mutters, a hiccup making its way past his lips. “So, so drunk.”
Eddie sighs, fear settling inside him. “Are you on the sidewalk?”
“No, I’m-”
“Get to the sidew-”
“On the rooftop.”
Eddie stops dead in his tracks. He’s- “You’re what?”
Buck hums. It’s a slow melody, and Eddie suddenly realizes he’s imitating the sounds of the street below him. “Don’t worry about me,” he says, muffled by something.
Buck’s drinking straight from the bottle.
Eddie’s hold on his breathing betrays him. He’s panicking now. “Buck, listen to me. I- you need to get as far away as possible from the edge of the building.”
“No.”
“I’m- what? Buck. Please. Please don’t do this to me. Don’t do- don’t do this to Christopher.”
It’s a foul card to play, but he feels as though he has been dealt an empty hand. This is the only thing he has left. Buck can’t die. He can’t die.
“Why? Why do you care?”
His voice is raspy now, and he can’t practically see the tears. They’re gathering under the phone’s speaker, right over Buck’s pinky.
Eddie starts getting dressed in the darkness. He has no idea what he’s putting on, but as long as it’s usable, he’s good to go.
He thinks of an answer that could sum up the depth of his feelings; of why he cares so much about him, but Buck beats him to it. His tone is angry, laced with a guilt Eddie hadnt heard since Daniel.
“I’m so in love with you, and you don’t even know.”
His breath hitches, and he feels a tear roll down the corner of his eye, stopping at the side of his nose. It’s itchy, but he doesn’t care. He speaks, but it comes out strangled. “Now I really need you to get off the roof.”
Buck stumbles and Eddie feels his heart beat out his chest. He can’t see him, he can’t help him. “Why ‘now’?”
Eddie closes his eyes. He hopes this isn’t the wrong move.
“Because I’m in love with you, too.”
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Please take this as my Seven Sentence Sunday!
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They are cruel for this
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If there's a clan for Dialga and Palkia, then there needs to be a clan for Giratina
More or less so that Giratina has a friend
There is one, I run it.
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