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thethief1996 · 6 months

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Gaza has been completely cut off from the world and from each other. Gazans with Turkish SIM cards have been able to make contact with the outer world and said rescue teams don't know where to go because they don't know where bombings have happened. There's no way to call ambulances. At night, due to the electricity cut, Gazans are left in complete dark only lit up by the airstrikes. They have no way to know what's happening on the next street over. Meanwhile, Israel is publishing AI rendered videos of tunnels under Al-Shifa hospital to manufacture consent for its bombing. Al-Shifa, the largest hospital in Gaza, is housing hundreds of refugees.

This was meant to cut off Palestinians from the world, because we are sympathizing with their first person accounts and it makes Genocide Joe look like a genocide denier when he casts doubt on the death toll (a note on this, Israel has called the Gaza Municipality to threaten them with bombings. They want to erase every record that Palestinians exist in Gaza).

It's not up to us to feel defeated. Israel denies the very existence of Palestinians, and when we turn around and give up hope, we are washing our hands of any work towards liberation and becoming complicit in the zionist narrative. The people of Gaza are alive, the people in the West Bank are alive and the 5.6 million refugees denied the right of return are alive. Mosques are using their minarets to send out help signals. We're being asked to be their voices, so let's be their voices.

Educate yourself. Read into Palestinian history and the occupation. You can't common sense people out of decades of propaganda. If your arguments crumble when a zionist brings up the "disengagement of Gaza", you have to learn more.

Read Decolonize Palestine. They have 15 minute reads that concisely explain the occupation (and its colonial roots) and debunk popular myths, including pinkwashing.

Read on Palestine. Here's an amazing masterpost.

Verso Book Club is giving out free books on Palestine (I personally downloaded Ten Myths about Israel by Ilan Pappe).

Keep yourself updated and share Palestinian voices, looking to inform yourself from the sources. Palestinians have asked of us only that we share, tweet and post, over and over. Muna El-Kurd said every tweet is like a treasure to them, because their voices are repressed on social media and even on this very app. Make it your action item to share something about the Palestinian plight everyday. Here are some resources:

Al Jazeera

Anadolu Agency

Mondoweiss

Boycott Divest Sanction Movement

Palestinian Youth Movement

Mohammed El-Kurd (twitter / instagram)

Al-Shabaka (twitter / instagram)

Mariam Barghouti (twitter / instagram)

Muhammad Shehada (twitter)

Motaz Azaiza (instagram) - reporting directly from Gaza. He's been offline since yesterday. Keep him in your prayers.

Take action. You can participate in boycotts wherever you are in the world, through BDS guidelines. Don't be overwhelmed by gigantic boycott lists. BDS explicitly targets only a few brands which have bigger impact. You can stop consuming from as many brands as you want, though, and by all means feel free to give a 1 star review to McDonalds, Papa John, Pizza Hut, Burger King and Starbucks. Right now, they are focusing on boycotting the following:

Carrefour

Puma

Sabra

Sodastream

Ahava cosmetics

Israeli fruits and vegetables

Push for a cultural boycott - pressure your favorite artist to speak out on Palestine and cancel any upcoming performances on occupied territory (Lorde cancelled her gig in Israel because of this. It works.)

If you can, participate in direct action or donate. Palestine Action works to shut down Israeli weapons factories in the UK and USA, and have successfully shut down one of their firms in London.Some of the activists are going on trial and are calling for mobilizing on court.

Call your representatives. The Labour Party in the UK had an emergency meeting after several councilors threatened to resign if they didn't condemn Israeli war crimes. Calling to show your complaints works, even more if you live in a country that funds genocide.

FOR PEOPLE IN THE USA: USCPR has developed this toolkit for calls, here's a document that autosends emails to your representatives and here's a toolkit by Ceasefire in Gaza NOW!

FOR PEOPLE IN EUROPE: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace targeting the European Parliament

FOR PEOPLE IN THE UK: Friends of Al-Aqsa UK and Palestine Solidarity UK have made toolkits for calls and emails

FOR PEOPLE IN GERMANY: Here's a toolkit to contact your representatives by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN IRELAND: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN POLAND: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN DENMARK: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN SWEDEN: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN FRANCE: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN THE NETHERLANDS: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN GREECE: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN NORWAY: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN ITALY: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN PORTUGAL: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN SPAIN: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN FINLAND: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN AUSTRIA: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN BELGIUM: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN ROMANIA: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN UKRAINE: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN AUSTRALIA: Here's a toolkit by Stand With Palestine

FOR PEOPLE IN CANADA: Here's a toolkit by Indepent Jewish Voices for Canada

Join a protest. Here's a constantly updating list of protests:

Here's a list on tumblr

Global calendar

Another global calendar (go to the instragram of the organizers to confirm your protest)

USA calendar

Australia calendar

There will a National March on Nov 4th in Washington, with the participation of 200+ organizations. If you can, get a group of friends and attend.

Feel free to add more resources. Check the links, there are too many protests and tumblr has a word limit for text posts.

#save gaza #save sheikh jarrah #free palestine #gaza under attack

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anonymous-dentist · 4 months

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It's a rainy Saturday evening, and Cellbit is alone in his apartment agonizing over his bills yet again (it's hard to pay rent when you're a convicted felon unable to hold a goddamn job.) His dinner is cold and uneaten in front of him, and the news is playing quietly on his phone on the other side of the room: another bank robbery, oh, wow, cool.

Cellbit, as usual, is completely alone. He's an orphan, he has no friends, his neighbors are all either dead or at work. No pets. No one.

He glances up from his bills when there's a light knocking at his door. With one last look at the bullshit in front of him, Cellbit pushes back from the kitchen table with a sigh. He cracks his neck, messes his hair up, grimaces and flattens it again, and then he goes to answer the door.

He opens the door to thin air.

And then he looks down and sees a young boy in an oversized yellow football jersey looking up at him through his hair, a smile on his face.

"Uh," says Cellbit. "Can I help you?"

The boy sticks a chubby hand out, rocking back onto his heels. "Hi, I'm Richarlyson!"

Cellbit only hesitates a little before crouching and sagely accepting the hand and shaking it. (He likes kids, so what?)

"Where are your parents, Richarlyson?" he asks.

Richarlyson's smile only widens in response. "Right here! You're my dad!"

Cellbit laughs, he can't help it. "Yeah, funny."

He stands and puts his hands in his pockets. He looks down the hallway and sees nobody, not even any of the usual rats.

"I'm being serious!" Richarlyson huffs. He stomps his little foot, cheeks puffing out in annoyance. "Here, I'll show you!"

And then he pushes his way into the apartment, ducking past Cellbit and running to hop onto Cellbit's couch. He pulls his backpack off and starts filtering through it without a care.

Oh, God, no.

Cellbit follows Richarlyson in and closes the door behind him, reaching for his phone on the table and closing the news. He can-not have some random runaway kid in his apartment, that's basically a jail sentence already.

"See, once upon a time there were all these fairy tales, right?" Richarlyson asks. He pulls a hoodie- blue, oversized- from his backpack and tosses it aside. "But then they all disappeared!"

"Fairy tales," Cellbit politely says. "Right."

"But I know what happened to them! The Evil King made them all lose their memories, including-"

"Don't you mean the Evil Queen?"

Richarlyson frowns. "Don't be sexist."

Cellbit blinks, mildly taken aback. His finger hovers over the phone app, ready to call the police. When Richarlyson isn't looking at him.

"Anyway," Richarlyson continues, turning back to his backpack, "as I was saying, the Evil King cast a spell and made everybody forget who they were, including you."

...So maybe Cellbit should call an ambulance instead.

But, before Cellbit can try anything, Richarlyson makes a triumphant noise and pulls a big, heavy-looking storybook out of his backpack. He hops off the couch and runs to Cellbit, holding the book out for him to take.

Cellbit looks at the book, and then he looks at the kid, and then he looks at his phone and starts calling the police.

Richarlyson shouts and slaps the phone out of his hand. "No! Listen to me!"

Cellbit scowls and bends down to pick his phone up. "I'm calling your parents."

"Are you deaf?" Richarlyson demands. He smacks Cellbit hard upside the back of his head with his book. "I just said you're my dad!"

Cellbit yelps and clutches the back of his head, still crouched. He glares at the kid.

"I don't even know you," he says.

"Yeah, because the Evil King made you not know me. He made everybody forget, and now everybody is in danger! You need to come help everybody before it's too late!"

"I'm not a hero," Cellbit tells him. He snatches his phone up again, finally. "Which of your parents can I call? It's either them or the police, and I do not want to deal with them tonight."

(Especially not after they caught him trying to feed the stray cats outside of the bus station earlier that evening, ouch, he's going to be sore in the morning...)

Richarlyson's eyes light up. "You're a criminal? Cool!"

"Not cool. Crime is not cool."

(It is.)

"You're supposed to be a hero, though," Richarlyson muses. He frowns again, thoughtful. He drops to the ground, cross-legged, and he opens his book and starts flipping through it. "I remember reading that."

Okay, no phone number from the kid himself. That's fine. Cellbit likes to fancy himself a bit of an amateur detective (he's played enough Ace Attorney for it, anyway.) He can find the number himself.

While Richarlyson reads, Cellbit sneaks around him and tiptoes to the couch. Picking up the kid's abandoned backpack, Cellbit starts silently going through it looking for any kind of identification- a bus pass, a school I.D., anything.

"What's your last name?" he asks.

"Dunno," Richarlyson responds, nose deep in his book. "None of my dads really have one. Unless you do?"

He looks up, wide-eyed and hopeful.

Cellbit carefully hides the backpack from view.

"Legally, no," he answers. "But you should know that if you're really my son."

Richarlyson glowers. "It's not my fault the Evil King sent you all the way over here instead of letting you stay with us!"

'Us', okay, that implies a family. That's a good start.

Cellbit relaxes against the back of the couch. "With you, you and your mom?"

"Nope, me and Pai Forever and Pai Felps and Pais Tazer e Craft and Mãe Bagi."

Cellbit blinks. "So I'm not your father."

"No, you are. Now shush, I'm researching."

Richarlyson puts his finger to his lips; Cellbit acquiesces, miming pulling a zipper across his lips.

Speaking of researching...

Cellbit starts rummaging through the backpack again. Now that he has some names to work with, it'll be easier to find some kind of identification, right?

His hand brushes against a hard piece of plastic tucked into the backpack's front-most pocket. Bingo.

Pulling it out, Cellbit looks it over until he finds a 'Forever' and an address, but no phone number.

Quesadilla City, hmm. That's unfamiliar.

"Found you!" Richarlyson announces.

He runs to Cellbit's side, book clutched to his chest. He hops onto the couch and sits next to him, legs swinging as he places his book in his lap.

Cellbit has always been a painfully curious man, so he can't help but look down and see what fairy tale Richarlyson has decided he is.

His face falls.

Puss-in-Boots.

"Yeah, no," Cellbit scowls. He stands and drops Richarlyson's backpack onto the floor, heading to the kitchen to grab his jacket off of the back of a chair and his keys from off of the counter. "You're going home. Get your stuff."

"So you're gonna help?" Richarlyson asks. He does, at least, start packing his bag up again.

"No, I'm taking you home, and then I'm coming back here to my home so my landlord can kill me when I don't pay my rent this month."

"What, you're broke?"

"I'm not discussing my financial situation with a child."

"Even though I'm your son?"

Richarlyson scurries to the door, waiting for Cellbit to open it before rushing out into the hallway.

"You aren't my son," Cellbit sighs. He shuts and locks the door behind the two of them, already grimacing at how much he'll have to pay for gas trying to get Richarlyson to wherever Quesadilla City is. "I've never even had a partner."

"Not here, you haven't."

Cellbit trips over his own shoelace, bristling at Richarlyson's giggle.

"Come on, let's go! You've got a world to save!"

Cellbit yelps as Richarlyson grabs him by the arm and starts pulling him out of the building and towards the parking lot.

Fairy tales, yeah, right. Cellbit's lived long enough to know better than to believe in happily-ever-afters, let alone evil kings or fantasy curses. Happy endings aren't real. Especially not for him.

Or, the Once Upon a Time AU

#lost fairy tale au #guys i came up with this au in the shower earlier and couldn't stop thinking about it #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.

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clusterbuck · 5 months

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for the wrapped prompts, number 29 if it sparks? 🫶🏻✨

number 29 is the pretender by lewis capaldi 💕

listen this is. nothing. this is only half in character maybe but i simply had to exorcise it from my brain so here we are

Buck wakes to the sound of his phone vibrating on his bedside table, and fumbles for it with one eye cracked half open.

“Hello?” he mumbles, and Maddie’s voice fills his ear.

“Happy birthday to you,” Maddie sings, “Happy—”

“Maddie,” Buck groans. “Stop.”

“Hey, I got through five words,” Maddie says, and Buck can hear the grin in her voice. “That’s more than last year.”

“Can’t we just—leave it,” Buck grumbles, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s just another day.”

“It’s your thirtieth birthday,” Maddie corrects. “I already promised I wouldn’t make a big deal, but you’re going to let me wish you a happy birthday.”

“I am?” Buck asks.

“Yeah,” Maddie says. “Happy birthday, Buck.”

Despite himself, Buck smiles. “Thanks, Maddie.”

—

He walks into the firehouse holding his breath, but no one says a word. Buck is equal parts relieved and disappointed.

Relieved, because it seems like no one remembers it’s his birthday.

Disappointed, because no one remembers it’s his birthday.

You chose this, he reminds himself. This is what you want.

He’s not quite sure it rings true.

He drops his things in the locker room and heads up to the loft, grabbing the seat next to Eddie at the kitchen table. Eddie knocks a knee against Buck’s, and nudges one of his two mugs of coffee over.

Buck wraps his fingers around the mug, grateful.

“Morning, Buck,” Bobby says from the stove, and the rest of the firefighters around the table echo the greeting with varying degrees of alertness, some mumbled directly into mugs of their own.

Chimney gives Buck a long look, but he doesn’t say anything.

Of course Chimney knows. Maddie probably told him. Hell, Chimney was probably right next to her when she called him this morning.

And all of a sudden, Buck feels ridiculous.

He should just say it. Now that he’s here, at work, a grown man actively trying to hide his birthday, it feels stupid.

But even though the words are on the tip of his tongue, he can’t quite get them out.

Don’t show off, a voice in his head says. Don’t be such an attention seeker.

Buck shakes his head to get rid of the words.

Beside him, Eddie turns and frowns, then nudges him with his shoulder when Buck doesn’t react.

“Hey,” Eddie murmurs, quiet so only Buck can hear. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Buck mumbles back. “Yeah, just thinking.”

The morning drags on, quiet. Buck finds himself alone in the app bay, restocking the ambulance and listening to the thoughts chasing themselves around his head.

Telling them is considerably less weird than hiding it.

But if I tell them, they’ll think I’m just doing it for the attention.

Then, Dr Copeland’s voice, the one time he’d brought it up to her: Don’t you deserve attention on your birthday? Doesn’t everyone?

And there it is, the thing that always trips him up.

Deserve.

Because—Buck knows fifty people who would describe him as an attention whore without batting an eye. Buck knows that if he voiced his thoughts to anyone, he’d get raised eyebrows and furrowed foreheads and heads cocked in confusion as they tried to square this information with the Buck they know—the one who runs down endless flights of stairs with a baby in their arms, who runs into fires and towards the sound of bullets, who would fight anyone on the team for the rope rescue any day of the week.

How could Buck—that very same Buck—not want the attention?

But it’s never been about the attention. He’s never done any of it for the accolades, for the pats on the back or the interviews on TV. And if people think that’s what he’s doing it for, that doesn’t matter—he’s still pulling people out of burning buildings. He’s still taking risks so that others don’t have to—so that his friends don’t have to. So that Eddie, Chimney, Bobby, and Hen can go home to their families at the end of the day.

If he was ever going to buy the concept of deserving attention, it would be for that.

But a birthday? It’s just a day. A day that comes with the added pressure to make it special, with the expectation that everyone fawn over him just because the Earth has completed another lap around the Sun. With the expectation that Buck expects people to fawn over him just because the Earth has completed another lap around the Sun.

It’s a day that his parents never celebrated, because Buck’s birth didn’t do the one thing it was supposed to.

So it’s just—easier. To act like it’s any other Tuesday.

—

Eddie materialises by his side some time later, bearing an expression that most closely resembles a grimace.

Buck raises his eyebrows.

“Cap said to wash the trucks,” Eddie says, half-apologetic, as if he’s the one who set the task.

Wow, happy birthday to me, Buck thinks, but the words stay in his mouth. The joke isn’t nearly funny enough to merit opening the can of worms he’s spent all day mulling over.

“All of them?” he asks instead, and Eddie nods.

They get to work, deep in the kind of companionable silence Buck had never realised he craved until he met Eddie. There are fragments of conversations scattered through, thoughts that arise and sink again below the surface, but mostly they are surrounded by the squeak of the sponge against the bright metal of the engine and the splash of the suds in the bucket.

Until Chimney practically storms up to them, that is.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he informs them. Eddie blinks in surprise, but Buck swallows.

“I know your sister says you have a weird thing about it,” Chimney continues, his words coming faster like a train picking up speed. “But I refuse to sit next to you all shift and not say happy birthday.”

Buck sighs.

Eddie turns to look at him, gaze so heavy it makes Buck look back. “It’s your birthday?” he asks. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I—” Buck swallows, then jerks a thumb at Chimney. “I have a weird thing about it.”

“Buck,” Eddie says, something suspiciously like sympathy softening his voice. Then he grins. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” Buck mutters, then repeats it to Chimney, too, trying to sound at least a little bit gracious. It’s not their fault he’s carrying this around. He knows they’re being genuine.

“So I’m guessing this means you don’t want a big party?” Eddie asks, then bursts out laughing when he sees the look on Buck’s face.

“I’m kidding,” he says. “If you’re not into birthdays, you’re not into birthdays. It’s all good.” He smiles. “I’m still going to get you something, though. Call it an unbirthday gift, or whatever you want.”

And Buck nearly laughs, because the one thing he wants from Eddie isn’t something he could wrap up and tie off with a bow.

But that’s a different can of worms entirely.

#i have a fucked up relationship with attention and shame and i simply think maybe buck does too 🫶🏻#911fic #buddie #buddie fic #ask emma #emma writes

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sjhhemmings · 5 months

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“Give me a hug?” Pt.1

brian zvonecek x fem!reader

a/n: bear with me since this is my first one-shot sorry if it’s bad! also i didn’t really expect this to turn into a two parter so i’m sorry 😭😭. (also also i’m super surprised since i’ve gotten a lot done with my account organization tonight so yay me!?)

warnings: swearing, possible bad grammar, the fluffiest fluff to have ever fluffed, and more fluff. (+angsttt)??, anything i missed

pt.2

sorry not sorry hehe

“Give me a hug?” you ask patiently in front of Otis who was in the middle of reading a book in the common room.

You feel everyone’s eyes watch you after your bold request but you don’t care because your eyes don’t once leave Otis. He looks up after a few seconds and glances around the room before standing up.

“Course.” is all he says while wrapping his arms around your torso as your arms find their place behind his neck. Taking a deep breath in you inhale his signature cologne and close your eyes.

This is your happy place. Right in his arms. You figured this out early on in your relationship, every time you have a bad day, or a bad shift, all you have to do is ask Otis for a hug and it helps for the time being. Of course everyone else was judgy in the beginning but now it’s apart of everyone’s routine.

They walk in, get a cup of coffee, get some breakfast, either get a call or sit and watch TV for a little bit, then you ask Otis for a hug, and the day continues.

After a few seconds you step a way and give him a smile. “Thanks,” is all you say before walking back out to the app floor to which he responds with a nod and sits back down to continue reading.

A few hours later Otis comes to find you sitting on the back of the ambulance and stands between your separated legs.

“Hi” is all you say as he grabs your hands and holds them gently.

“Hey, what do you want for dinner tonight?” He asks while lazily grazing the back of your hands with each of his thumbs while looking into your eyes.

“Umm, anything is fine what were you thinking?”

“Ah, spaghetti?”

“Do we have stuff for spaghetti?”

“Shit you’re right. We haven’t gone to the store.” He drops his head back in irritation which makes you giggle.

“I can go tonight when we get off.”

“No, no, no, it’s been a rough shift and I just wanted you to relax, you shouldn’t have to go to the store.”

“But you don’t like going and I can be really fast.” You say wiggling your eyebrows in amusement to appease his protest.

After a few seconds of mutual giggling he squints his eyes and makes the exact request you specifically forbid last night.

“What if we just order in?”

You give Otis a ‘seriously’ look before you just gave in and nodded your head.

“Yes! I can order in from that one Thai place you like!” He says cheerfully.

“Okay, but this is the last night then we’re not ordering in for a month.” You say strictly solely because the two of you have ordered in too many times in the last 3 weeks and you both need a cleanse.

“Scout’s honor.” He says holding up three fingers which makes you giggle.

“C’mere” is all you say while pulling him closer meeting your lips with his.

The kiss was slow and sweet so after a few seconds when he tries to back away you pull him in again and place 3 seperate quick pecks on his lips before you truly pull away.

“Otis! Come help!” You hear Cruz yell for your boyfriend and you roll your eyes. By the tone of Joe’s voice you know he’s only calling after Otis for something stupid like to break a tie in a game or something.

“Catch you later?” Is all Otis says with a raised eyebrow as you watch him walk away back to the common room.

You continue watching him walk away but your heart feels heavy and you don’t like that.

“Wait!” you shout as you catch up with a now stopped Otis who turned around confused wondering what the matter is.

“Give me a hug.” Is all you ask standing barely a foot a way from your boyfriend who now is the one to give you the ‘seriously’ face.

You raise your eyebrows and open your arms impatiently as he playfully rolls his eyes and picks you up into a big bear hug spinning you around saying “You are so demanding you know that right?”

Once he sets you down with his hands resting on your hips, the statement he said finally sunk in making your heart drop.

“I love you, моя любовь (my love)” Is all he says while pulling you into a real hug and squeezing you gently.

You exhale deeply while closing your eyes and thinking about what he said. The hug provides little to no effect as to what it normally does and you pull away unsatisfied. Does he really think you’re demanding?

“I love you too…” Is your only response after a few seconds watching him walk back into the firehouse.

The rest of the night went smoothly as you tried to push his perception of you out of your mind but when you layed in bed that night you reflected. As you were remembering all the times you asked for a hug, or anything for that matter, you never said please. You were never nice or polite. Always demanding. So when you were thinking about your next shift, you decided you would no longer demand anything from him. Even if it made your heart twinge as you thought about no more hugs unless he initiated them, it was for the best. He doesn’t deserve to be with someone who wasn’t going to respect what he wanted or felt, so you were no longer making any demands.

During your next shift Ambulance 61 was immediately sent out onto a call to which you quickly found out that the patient was DOA. Since you missed breakfast you arrived back at 51 at about the time you would ask for your first hug which made your heart hurt, but when you stepped into the common room you walked right past Otis got a cup of coffee, and walked right back out.

No one really said anything, It’s not like you were avoiding Otis or that the two of you had some crazy tension, you just skipped the fact that you would ask him for a hug. Now to distract yourself you took yourself out to the ambulance to restock and repack anything you needed.

But about an hour later suspicions started to rise.

“Is it just me or does it feel like I forgot to do something today?” Herrmann questioned out to which majority in the room agreed.

“I mean I wouldn’t say I forgot to do something but I definitely feel like something is missing…” Gabby said in response as they all thought about what they could have missed in their normal routine.

“Oh! has someone checked to see if the milk is expired?” Cruz asks as he made his way to the fridge.

“No, that doesn’t seem like that’s it Cruz.” Otis said in response to his best friend.

“When was the last time we put gas in the trucks?” Lieutenant Casey asked taking a sip of his coffee.

“On the last call,” Herrmann said back.

“Is it anyone’s birthday today?” Gabby asked knowing that’s probably the one thing they’ve all forgotten.

“No, I just checked the calendar and there’s nothing for today.” Casey then said in response.

“Well I’m stumped.” Severide said as he flipped the page in his newspaper since he really didn’t care that much in the first place.

A few people chuckled at his nonchalance towards the matter then sat in an anxious silence as to what could they have all forgotten.

“It’s not expired guys!” Cruz finally said out to no one in particular to which no one in particular replied.

“Wait guys, It’s 10:34…” Mouch said as everyone looked at him confused because what significance does 10:34 hold?

“10:34?” Stella asked in response confused.

“It’s 10:34, and you know what hasn’t happened? Y/LN asking Otis for her daily hug.” Mouch stated as a matter of factly.

Herrmann scrunched his face thinking if that was what hadn’t happened today but it didn’t really click.

“Really?” Herrmann said doubtfully.

“Yeah, It makes perfect sense. Y/N always comes and asks Otis for a hug between 9:45 am and 10:00 am. Always on the dot one way or another, even with unexpected calls and stuff it happens everyday.” Mouch says trying to convince everyone.

Otis sat in his seat thinking about what Mouch was saying and it made perfect sense. Thats what hadn’t happened today.

“Mouch, I mean I wouldn’t get to worked up over that, she probably forgot and will probably come in here sometime soon and ask.” Herrmann said trying to come up with a reason as to why it hasn’t happened.

“No, Mouch is right. She doesn’t just “forget”. It’s happened everyday in that time frame for the whole time I’ve worked here, and that’s like 9 months now.” Stella said halfway at Herrmann and halfway at Otis.

“Otis what’d you do man?” Gabby says as a joke which obviously shook Otis because he sat in his spot white as a ghost.

“I didn’t do anything I don’t think. But Mouch is right, there has not been a day I haven’t given her that hug between that time frame for like years now.” Otis said rubbing his chin worriedly.

“Hey man, I wouldn’t worry too much about it okay? She’ll be in here on her own time to ask for that hug.” Herrmann says lightly tapping Otis on the arm and walking towards the kitchen.

“No, I’d be worried. Did you forget to do the dishes? Because that’s what Trudy messes regular routines up for, you know one time..”

“Mouch! Leave the kid alone it’ll happen.” Herrmann says in a warning tone at Mouch who put his hands up in surrendering manner.

“I’ll bet you $50 that you should be worried Otis.” Cruz said in a not helping tone at both Otis and Herrmann.

“$150 he’ll be fine.” Herrmann says back.

“$200-“

“Stop! I’m just gonna go talk to her now okay?” Otis said standing up from the table in the common room when at the same time the bell rang.

“Ambulance 61, GSW”

“I guess not.” Otis said sitting back down and sighing.

“Better start figuring out what you did,” Casey said lightly squeezing Otis’ shoulder and giving him a shit eating grin.

Pressing his lips into a line Otis began thinking of the night before…

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Twice bitten

Why is my dream to be a housewife? I’m handy okay I have a wild amount of skills I swear I’d be an amazing housewife

Pairing: Buck x Eddie x reader

Word count: ….s’all in da notes app. But I did it okay 🥹🥹🥹 I wrote a longer one it’s a miracle

Notes: I didn’t realize how desperate I was for these two until I tried finding fics for them. Whoever writes them I love you, thank you. Ps, I don’t edit shit I’m sorry

⭐️Day 16: Double Penetration⭐️

It was normal on certain days of the week for Buck to rush home, the guys teased him for it but he just laughed it off claiming he was excited to just pass out after the long day they’d had.

It was normal for Eddie to crash at Bucks place on certain days.

Why no one noticed these days coincided with each other neither man was sure, but they sure as hell weren’t going to point it out.

Everyone knew you were Bucks longtime girlfriend, you’d met after the neighbors in your apartment burnt down their own home and half of yours. There was nowhere to go that night as you sat in the back of an ambulance, an oxygen mask over your face. Buck approached you first after the fire was out, he had been watching you for a little bit and you hadn’t moved in the last 45 minutes. He looked around, uneasy at first because he knew this was stupid. But you just looked so helpless… and your house had literally just burnt down.

“I uh- I promise I’m not a serial killer” Buck joked as he approached you, you looked at him- your eyes red-rimmed and puffy.

“Okay? Cool?” Your voice was a bit hoarse from the smoke, and Buck inwardly cursed himself. That was weird as hell

“I just- you- you don’t have anywhere to go and okay I know this is weird and my boss would kill me for this… but I have a bed! And oh my god that’s not what I mean I swear it’s just-“

“Are you asking me to stay at your place?” You look up at him and his heart breaks all over again for you.

“Yeah I am” he sighs quietly “I have an overnight shift tonight and won’t be home. So, I can take you there. I’ll just say I need to change or something, just. Consider it? Please?” He handed you a piece of paper with his number on it and the rest was history. Buck could remember the night Bobby had found out he’d done that for you, he was on dish duty for two months after that.

Four months after the fire, you still hadn’t found a place to live. It was weird at first, Buck gave up almost everything for your own comfort, often crashing on a coworkers couch. But one night he came home, and you’d made dinner for him as a surprise. The moment he walked through the door you knew something was off, he let his bag fall to the floor as he kicked off his shoes and went straight to his bed, crashing on it and putting a pillow over his head.

“Buck?” You asked softly, but he continued to ignore you. You sat at the edge of the bed and lifted the pillow a bit.

“Evan?” You whispered, and he reached out, pulling you down with him and nuzzling his face in your neck.

That was the night you and Buck had gotten together.

Two months after that, Eddie showed up at the apartment to drop something off and found you there, he knew Buck was seeing someone but he didn’t know it was you he was seeing. The conversation was light and awkward but very flirty and you found yourself comfortable around him immediately. He came around more often for “just hanging out” purposes but Buck knew there was an ulterior motive.

“Do you like my girlfriend?”

Buck cornered Eddie behind the fire truck one day as they were taking a breather, getting drinks from a corner store.

“I’m sorry, what??” Eddie wiped his mouth as he nearly spit his drink out, he coughed a couple times and looked up at him “Do I like who?!”

Buck crossed his arms over his chest “My girlfriend. Y/N? Do you like her?”

Eddie’s cheeks reddened as he tried to hide it behind the bottle. He shook his head as he took another sip. “ I mean- I- she’s cool yeah I like her she’s a nice girl!”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking you” Buck rolled his eyes.

Eddie sighed as he leaned against the truck, he looked down at his hands for a moment “Yeah” he said softly “Yeah I like her”

“So just tell her”

That night Eddie came over to Bucks house and asked you to be his girlfriend too. Buck had been suspicious for a little while before he started asking you questions and the truth came out. You did like Buck… but you just happened to also like Eddie. The immense guilt you’d been feeling went away very quickly when Buck laid back on his bed, his hands behind his head

“Yeah he’s kinda hot isn’t he”

you both laughed as you laid your head on his chest and just talked about Eddie, like two school girls with a secret crush. That was also the night Buck and Eddie decided it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing if they both found each other attractive.

This brought all three of you to today. Buck got home first, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you like he hadn’t seen you in months, he was stuck at work and then crashing at Eddie’s place for the last six days in a row.

“I missed you so much pretty girl” he breathed against your neck as he kissed it, inhaling your sweet perfume.

“I missed you too babe” you laughed as he pushed you against the counter and lifted you onto it.

“My gorgeous sweet toy” He whispers. His hands slide up your side and go to take off your shirt when the door starts to unlock. Eddie walks in, looking equally as exhausted. He slowly puts his keys into his pocket as he raises an eyebrow.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks as he sets his bag down by Bucks, and leans against the closed door

“Not if you wanted to join us.” Bucks eyes sparkle as he smiles widely. Your mouth drops as Eddie shakes his head chuckling. He removes his jacket and sets it on the hook.

“You sure she’s ready for that?” He walks over and gently turns your head to him, giving you a dizzying kiss. Buck and Eddie had been toying with the idea of talking to you about sleeping with the both of them together. It had just been taking turns or one of them watching the other with you, never all three of you at once.

“Yeah I think she might be” He starts kissing your neck again, easing your shirt over your head.

“R-ready for what?” You ask as Eddie keeps kissing you. You feel Bucks hands slide between your thighs as he leaves kisses down your neck.

“We were wondering, if you’d be up for having us both.” Eddie asks as he pulls away for a minute, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes.

“You can definitely say no and if you say yes you can absolutely use your safe word.” Buck says as he pulls away as well.

“What do you mean by ‘having you both?’” You ask as Eddie picks you up and takes you over to Bucks bed. Buck pulls off shirt as he follows and as soon as Eddie sets you down he eases you onto your back, pulling off your bra and sucking your nipple into his mouth. His hand comes up and massages your other breast as he moans softly.

“We both want to be inside you, Y/N” Eddie says as he pulls off his shirt and starts kissing you, he picks you up and puts you on top of Buck, Buck goes to your other nipple, biting and sucking at it. You moan as you tangle your fingers in Bucks hair, pulling his face up to make out with him. You lightly grind against him and Eddie smirks as he watches your body. He pulls your shorts down and leans forward, giving your cotton panties a sweet kiss.

“What do you think Y/N?” Buck asks between kisses. You reach down and unbutton his pants and Eddie helps pull them off.

“We won’t be upset if you say no, you have full control baby.” Eddie reassures you as he starts to rubs your clit through your underwear. Your hips stutter as you grind against his hand and Bucks cock through his boxers.

“Y-yeah I want to try it.” You pant as Eddie pulls your panties to the side and easily slips his fingers in your soaked cunt.

“Fuck I’m into you” Buck laughs breathlessly as you agree to it. Eddie pulls off his pants and grabs your hips, pulling you a bit closer to him. He pulls his fingers out and you whine, angling your hips towards him.

“Shhhh mi vida it’s okay” He starts to grind his cock against your ass, pushing you against Buck. Buck groans loudly as he starts to grind back. Your gasps and moans come sharper from the pressure of both of them.

Eddie finally pulls off your panties, and your legs start shaking a bit. He chuckles and helps Buck pull off his boxers.

“You ready for this pretty girl?” Buck asks as he wraps his arms around you, kissing you softly. Eddie reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a small bottle of lube and puts some in his hand, stroking his cock and then rubbing it between your ass. This wasn’t the first time you’d done anal but it sure was the first time with the two of them. He reaches down and lifts your hips a little grabbing Bucks cock and coating it too.

“I-I’m ready” you’re a bit nervous, Eddie rubs your back lovingly.

“Remember you can stop us if you need to but we know you can take it.” Eddie lines Buck up first and he pushes into you easily, your eyes roll back in your head as you moan together, Buck can’t help the way he pumps into you immediately. Eddie chuckles and holds his hips

“You’re both so eager”

He teases your tight hole with his cock a bit and you gulp, you angle your hips a bit and bury your head in Bucks neck. He chuckles and reaches his hands down, spreading your cheeks open for Eddie.

Eddie taps your hole again and pushes in slowly. Your body jerks a bit as he fills you, he pours a bit more lube on his cock and pushes in more. You hold onto Bucks body tightly as they both fill you, your cunt squeezes tightly around Buck and he groans, fighting to keep his hips down for you. Eddie throws his head back as he moans loudly, his grip on your hips tighter and bruising.

“Fuck that’s good, fuck” he leans forward with his head on your back as he waits for you to adjust. Your body is trembling as you lay between the two of them, filled to the brim and trying to adjust to being completely filled.

“Oh my god” your voice is high pitched as Bucks hips snap and he finally loses it, thrusting into you and holding onto Eddie’s arms above you. Eddie groans as he starts thrusting too and you feel like you’re being torn apart in the best way possible. They take turns thrusting in and out of you as you cling to Buck, gasping and crying out their names.

“Ah ah fuck Y/N shit you’re so tight” Bucks mouth covers your moans as he kisses you, it’s messy with the way they’re both pumping in and out of you but it feels good. Eddie wraps his hand around your hair and tugs it back gently, pulling you up to him and starts kissing your neck, his hands slide up your sides and cup your tits as they bounce in his hands, he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit.

“Fuck you better cum pretty girl, make a mess in Bucks lap.”

You lay your head on his shoulder, whimpering and whining as Buck grabs your hips now slamming you down on them. You scream their names, babbling incoherently as you cum all over their cocks. Bucks mouth drops in awe as he watches you squirting all over them both. Your body jerks as Buck holds you down on their cocks, they both hold onto you tightly as they come together inside you. Bucks hips stutter as he pushes his cum deep inside you. Eddie pushes his cock in to the hilt and squeezes your tits, pushing every last drop inside you. He pulls out and lets you fall forward into Bucks chest, his cum drips down your pussy and over Bucks balls.

“Fucking hell man” Eddie laughs as he pants, he turns to Buck and grabs his face, kissing him softly. “You both did amazing. Especially you mi amour” he reaches for you and Buck pulls out, handing you over. Your body is shocked and exhausted as you cuddle between the two of them.

“Promise me we’ll do that again when I can feel my body again?” You ask sleepy and both Buck and Eddie chuckle as they kiss your cheeks.

“Yeah we promise we can do that again.”

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