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After the death in the station 122, Tommy offers Sal to come over and stay at his place. Which initially is just about helping his best friend as he deals with losing not only a colleague but one of his men as a fire captain; but some realizations occur on the way – and it turns out to be about something more than that.

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I think Buck is really comfortable around Ravi now and vice versa.

BuckRavi snuggling together in their apartment couch.

Buck cooking for both of them.

Watching a show together and falling asleep on each other.

Ravi being morning person and going out for a morning walk and coming back to see Buck still asleep.

Fondly looking at him and waking him up with kisses.

Oh and them stealing glances at each other at work.

The beginning stage of their romance would be super fluffy.

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Eddietommy + "I want to catelogue every detail of your body" 😍😍

*disappears all weekend* *wakes up at 3:30 am to write this*

“Tommy, fuck - please.” Eddie pants, licking his lips.

“Please what?”

He picks his head up from where he’d thrown it back against the pillow to look down at Tommy - who’s grinning up at him from where he’s settled between Eddie’s legs.

“Please, touch me,” he practically whines.

Eddie’s stomach jumps when Tommy presses another kiss to his right hip and drags his mouth across to do the same to his left. He groans when Tommy’s beard-covered chin rasps against the thin skin of his lower stomach. This back-and-forth started when Tommy promised a blowjob if Eddie could stay still. His torso is littered in small red patches of irritated skin - and a few hickeys thanks to Tommy’s beard and lips and tongue. Even though it’s likely only been a couple of minutes, Eddie feels like he’s been hard for hours already, with no relief where his dick is trapped against Tommy’s chest.

“I am touching you baby, I’m just taking my time. Patience,” Tommy nips at his hip bone again, making Eddie arch his back, “I want to catalogue every detail of your body.”

“You’re evil, you actually hate me and - oh fuck.” Eddie practically shouts when Tommy leans down and wraps his lips around his dick without warning.

physical one-liner prompts

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Blossoming Feelings

Josh Russo/Carson Hayes | 1k words | Fluff, first dates

written for @911whatisyourpride (prompt: first date)

Josh can't remember the last time he felt this excited to go on a first date. Carson is picking him up in ten minutes and he can't stop pacing the living room, making a quick stop to check himself in the mirror even though he changed his outfit four times and fixed his hair a minute ago. 

He’s pretty sure he's not supposed to feel this thrilled since they've been dating for a month already and this is just their first night out after the doctors gave Carson the all clear but butterflies have been dancing in his stomach since the first time he laid eyes on the cute repair guy and it's a feeling he can't - and doesn't want to - ignore. 

Carson is nice and kind and funny, and the last month has been great; Josh visited him in the hospital after the dispatch fire and when he was discharged they celebrated with take out at Carson's place. Then it's been movie nights and game nights and long conversations until Josh took the leap and kissed him, adding passionate make out sessions to their at home dates. 

Josh wants to be hopeful for once. Hopeful that the universe is rooting for him this time since it gifted him with a meet-cute worthy of the best rom-coms and a man that treats him right. 

The knock on the door startles him out of his thoughts and he takes a long, deep breath before he goes to open it. “H-hey,” he stutters, mouth going dry as he gives Carson a once over. He's gorgeous, his hair is styled and he's wearing a pair of tight jeans and a button down with the first few buttons unfastened. “You look awesome.” 

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pretty tied up Pairing: Donnie/Graham Key (9-1-1) Rating: T Words: 1171

A terrifying thought suddenly occurs to Donnie. “Wait, you did ask for the fire department, right? Sergeant Grant’s not going to show up here?” They share a look of pure horror. or: Donnie and Graham try something new in the bedroom. It does not go well.

not entirely sure I did this idea justice but it wouldn’t leave my head so here we go, I hope you enjoy :)

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and then buck topped him in the bunk room

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....okay...46. Please shut up...with uhmm *hides*

Sal x Bobby?

Sal/Bobby for you my dear @fuselsstuff

prompt list here

Sal walked into the house after a shift that had gone far too long. He dropped his stuff off to the side and slid out of his shoes. The house was comfortably warm, the scent of tomatoes and garlic filling the space. 

“Hey hon, I’m home!” he called out.

“Just finishing in the kitchen. Why don’t you wash up then come sit down for dinner?” Bobby called back.

Never one to follow directions, Sal made right for the kitchen. Bobby was there, carefully swirling cooked pasta onto two plates in a nice, professional presentation. He looked up at Sal in question as Sal continued right for him. He wrapped his arms around Bobby’s waist from behind, then kissed the side of his neck. He let his lips and nose linger there, taking in the familiar scent of Bobby’s skin. 

He never in a million years would have thought this is where his life would be. Captain in his own station, yes, he’d always imagined that. But never did he expect to have another captain by his side - his partner in life. Especially not the captain who kicked him out of the 118 all those years ago. But it had been what Sal needed to get his act together. A few months later he’d come back to tell Bobby how much what he’d done had changed him, for the better. An afternoon chat over cups of coffee turned into dinner turned into another dinner the next night but that time they’d called it what it was - a date.

Bobby had been there by his side, encouraging him every step of the way toward becoming a captain as they built their life together.

“Sal,” Bobby warned. Sal kissed his neck one more time before he let him go so he could finish his work. He washed his hands at the kitchen sink.

“You get that memo from the chief’s office today? About the new training standards?” Sal called out to him.

“Yeah, I did,” Bobby answered as he walked over and put a plate in front of Sal, then sat down with his own.

“Thanks,” Sal said before he lifted his fork. “It’s so stupid. I feel like they change shit just to change it, you know? Just to make more fucking work for the rest of us.”

Bobby made a soft noise of agreement before he took a bite of his food and continued to listen while Sal bitched.

“Oh and the fucking B shift didn’t clean their shit up, yet again. We found a load of damp towels just sitting in the wash, never moved over to the dryer,” Sal grumbled, packing food into his cheek while he spoke. “They’d sat long enough we had to wash them again. What a damn waste.”

Bobby made another noise. 

“Oh and another thing. The god damn radios-”

Bobby hit his hand on the table, the sound punctuated by the sound of rattling dishware. “Good God, please, shut up!”

Sal’s eyes widened and he looked at Bobby. “Shit, Bobby, what the hell?”

“I love our work as much as you do, I swear,” Bobby said with an exasperated laugh. “But pause for a second and look around.”

Sal stared at Bobby, who raised his eyebrows and waited. Slowly Sal looked around the room. The overhead lights were turned down low, flickering candles casting a romantic glow across the dining room joined by two taper candles on the dining table. Soft music played in the background. Something slow, but not jazz. (Sal was convinced no one actually liked jazz music; people just said they did it to look cool.) The table was beautifully set. Not that they were ever sloppy, but there had clearly been extra care put into it. Fuck, and there were flowers too.

Sal sighed, then reached across the table and put his hand over Bobby’s. “Shit, hon, I’m so sorry.”

Bobby looked at him, a small smile at the apology.

“You set up this whole romantic thing and I’m just running my mouth about the chief and the fucking B shift leaving messes and….oh shit did I tell you about the-”

Bobby gave him a look and Sal sealed his lips. Bobby smiled softly and Sal took his hand back so he could use it to eat the beautiful meal in front of him.

“You make the pasta?” Sal asked.

“Like you taught me,” Bobby smiled. “Sauce is your mom’s recipe.”

Sal looked down at his plate of food with a new appreciation for the time and care that went into it. He looked back up at Bobby, the incredibly unlikely love of his damn life. 

“What do you say to a little dessert after?” Sal asked, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

“I have a chocolate torte in the-” Bobby started, then stopped when he saw Sal’s expression and felt Sal’s foot rubbing against his calf. His cheeks turned a little pink. “Oh.”

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🥰 EddieSal please!

Prompts here: Comfort my Characters

9-1-1, Eddie Diaz/Sal Deluca

🥰 - Post-nightmare cuddles

Sal dragged his ass into the house he shared with his husband and stepson, exhausted after a twenty-four hour shift that had swanned past thirty-hours before they'd been able to leave the structure fire that had come in four hours before the end of their shift. He'd been IC on site, trying to keep track of not only his own guys, but the five other stations that had responded.

He was so exhausted all he wanted to do was fall into bed beside his husband and sleep for at least twelve hours.

Poking his head into Christopher's room, the teenager was starfished across his bed, snoring softly, clearly dead to the world. Sal chuckled. God, he wished he could sleep like that.

Padding onto the bedroom, he froze. Eddie was twisted in their sheets, shifting erratically, breaths coming in harsh panting puffs of air.

"Eddie?" He called out carefully, moving closer to the bed, but not reaching out to touch. They both dealt with nightmares. They knew better than to touch unless there was no other option.

He had to call a few more times before Eddie woke sharply, eyes snapping open, as they moved quickly around the room, looking for any danger.

"It's ok, amore," Sal said softly. "It's just me."

"Sal?" Eddie's breathing was still heavy, his eyes still scanning the room, even as he looked at Sal.

"Can I..." he waved towards Eddie on the bed.

"Yeah, dios, of course," Eddie struggled to shuffle to his own side of the bed, pushing the twisted sheets back, frustrated by the way the fabric clung to him, until Sal moved to help. "Thanks. What time is it? Are you okay? Did you get the fire under control?"

"No idea," Sal admitted, stripping down to his boxers. "I'm fine, fires fine. Wanna sleep for twelve hours. But first..."

"I'm fine," Eddie said. Sal raised an eyebrow. "I am. It was just... car backfired on a scene earlier. Wasn't expecting it and..."

"You thought it was gunfire?"

"For a minute," Eddie admitted.

Sal opened his arms. "Come here."

"You hate cuddling when you're trying to sleep, you say it's too warm," Eddie said.

"It is. But honestly, I could probably sleep through actual gunfire at the moment. Possibly even a bomb. And even if I couldn't... you are more important than sleep," Sal said.

Eddie looked like he wanted to make a snarky comment. They were both pretty sarcastic. But instead, he feel into Sal's arms, wrapping himself around him. "Thank you."

Sal pressed a kiss into dark hair. "Always, amore mio."

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find the way Pairing: Donnie/Graham Key (9-1-1) Rating: G Words: 586

Graham had explained the whole cart cop fiasco over takeout the day they went to visit Sergeant Grant. Donnie had listened to him with a mixture of utter horror at the extent of his injuries and deep fascination for the way his boyfriend’s brain works. And maybe a little bit of pride, as well. Even if the Youtube videos had made him cringe.

can’t stop won’t stop

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Ravi’s not exactly sure how he got here, naked on his co-worker’s boyfriend's bed with said co-worker and his boyfriend.

It could have started last week, when he’d had a few too many at the bar and accidentally used Tommy’s leg to help push himself out of the booth, his hand a lot higher up his thigh than was socially acceptable. He had actually been aiming for the bench.

It could have been two weeks ago, when he thought Tommy caught him checking out Buck’s ass as he was bent over the pool table.

He quickly decides it doesn’t matter as Buck starts to suck on his neck and Tommy runs his hands down Ravi’s chest.

“Evan wasn’t sure you’d say yes to us,” Tommy murmurs, tracing over Ravi’s abs and smiling when he sucks in a breath.

“I didn’t say that,” Buck protests as he pulls away from Ravi’s neck. He pushes himself up a bit so he can look at Ravi more easily. “I was worried you’d feel weird about it, or like, pressured.”

“You didn’t see the way he looked at your ass,” Tommy counters.

“You saw that?” Ravi knows he’s blushing, knows even his darker skin tone won’t hide it from them.

“Yeah, and I felt the way you squeezed my leg,” Tommy slides his hand farther down to demonstrate. Ravi can’t help the squeak that escapes him.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he confesses. “And I kinda like having both my ankles intact.”

Buck rolls onto his back to cover his face and groan. “No one’s ever going to let that go, are they?”

Tommy laughs and leans across Ravi to kiss Buck on the lips, one hand still holding Ravi’s hip. “Probably not.”

Ravi leans up to lick Tommy’s neck.

“Oh hello,” Tommy says, turning to look at him. “Are you a little jealous too, hmm?” He moves so he can kiss his way up Ravi’s stomach, gently sucking on first one nipple and then the other, scraping his teeth over them as he moves up towards his collarbone.

Buck rolls back onto his side, plastering himself against Ravi and attacking his neck, leaving what is sure to be the largest hickey Ravi’s ever had. He resigns himself to wearing his collared shirt for the next few shifts.

“Can you believe he’s been hiding all of this, all this time?” Buck asks Tommy, pulling back a little to admire his handiwork.

“We should be glad, someone else could have stolen him away by now,” Tommy says, pulling Ravi into a proper kiss. Ravi sighs into the kiss, feels Buck’s hands move across his chest, tweak one of his nipples. He arches his back up towards the feeling, accidentally biting down on Tommy’s lip.

Tommy groans and rolls his hips against Ravi’s thigh.

“More,” Ravi begs, legs pinned down under Tommy and Buck, nerves lighting up everywhere he can feel their hands and lips.

“What do you think Evan? What should we do with him? One of us could fuck him,” Tommy says casually, like they’re having an everyday conversation and not naked in bed while he plays with Ravi’s balls. Ravi moves under them, not opposed to the idea but it’s not quite what he wants, if he gets the choice. Buck makes a thoughtful noise.

“Or,” Tommy suggests, taking in both of their reactions, “maybe he could fuck one of us?”

Buck’s mouth falls open as he nods in agreement.

“You want him to fuck you, Evan?” Tommy asks, slowly stroking Ravi’s cock as he speaks. Ravi is trying not to pant with want. Buck nods vigorously. “Ravi, does that sound good to you?”

“Ye-yeah,” Ravi pants, giving up trying to keep his composure.

“Excellent,” Tommy says, his grin verging on feral. His hand disappears from Ravi’s cock and he whimpers.

“Don’t worry,” Buck says soothingly, running his hand down the outside of Ravi’s thigh. “We’ll take care of you. Tommy’s going to open me up so you can get exactly what you want.”

“We started before we met up with you,” Tommy says with a smirk. “But he needs to be opened up a little bit more.”

Ravi thinks about Tommy opening up Buck before they met at the bar, watches as he moves down the bed and holds Buck’s legs open, diving in tongue first. Thinks about the fact that Tommy’s tongue was just in his mouth, that his spit is helping to open Buck open, and he moans. If he was with anyone else he’d be embarrassed about the noise but Buck and Tommy seem delighted by it.

Buck dives in to kiss Ravi, lips warm against his, hands roving across his body. He catches one of Ravi’s hands and moves it to Tommy’s head, getting Ravi to hold onto his curls gently. Ravi can hear him moan and feels Buck’s reaction to the vibration as he jolts against Ravi. Ravi gets his other hand on Buck, looping it around the back of his neck to keep him close as they have to pull back to breath. Buck jolts again, and Ravi looks down to see Tommy’s replaced his tongue with his fingers slowly working three of them in and out of Buck’s body.

Tommy looks up at Ravi, moving his head closer and closer to Ravi’s groin. Ravi nods at him, and Tommy immediately gets his mouth on Ravi’s cock. Ravi knows he isn’t trying to get him to come, just wants to make sure he’s ready for Buck, but he’s a little worried he might come anyways. Tommy’s mouth just feels so good on him.

“Tommy, Tommy, I’m good, I’m ready,” Buck gasps, trying to bat Tommy’s hand away from him.

Tommy pulls away from Ravi, which he both mourns and is thankful for. Misses Tommy’s mouth, is glad he’s not going to embarrass himself.

“You can come twice,” Tommy says, “you’ve come more than that in one night. I want you to come now and then come again when Ravi fucks you.”

Buck and Ravi moan in unison.

“O-okay,” Buck manages to get out. Ravi and Tommy get him on his back, Tommy still working him with his fingers and giving him a blowjob, Ravi getting his mouth and hands on every part of Buck’s chest that he can, sucking and biting wherever he wants.

Even with Tommy’s arm across his hips, Buck can barely keep still. Tommy crooks his fingers in way that makes Buck grab Ravi’s hair and pull. He opens his mouth to apologize, but Ravi kisses him before he can.

Ravi loses himself in kissing Buck,marvelling in how their lips fit together and how Buck kisses like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to do. He’s not thinking about anything other than the places where their bodies meet when all of a sudden Buck wrenches his mouth away, gasping as he comes down Tommy’s throat.

Tommy moves back up the bed, straddling Buck’s chest as he leans down and cradles his head, kisses him deeply and gently. Tommy turns to Ravi next, pulling him up to meet him, kissing him just as deeply and gently as he’d kissed Buck, hands pulling Ravi close, urging their hips together.

They kiss and kiss and kiss above Buck until he pinches Tommy’s thigh.

“Ow,” Tommy complains, finally breaking the kiss with Ravi.

“Lucky it wasn’t your ankle,” Ravi whispers.

“Let’s go,” Buck wiggles under them.

“Impatient,” Tommy chides him.

“Tommy,” Buck pulls out the sad eyes and the pout.

Tommy climbs off of Buck and pulls Ravi to the end of the bed with him. He gets Ravi positioned on his knees and gives Buck a tug to move him down the bed. Tommy stands behind Ravi, loosely stroking his cock.

“You ready?” He asks in a low voice that makes Ravi shiver.

Ravi nods.

“Words, Ravi,” Tommy encourages.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” Ravi says.

“Good,” Tommy whispers. He kisses behind Ravi’s ear as he lines him up with Buck’s hole. Ravi can feel the heat of Tommy’s skin behind him, feels the hard line of Tommy’s cock against his back, slick precome getting all over him. Tommy seems content to ignore it, so Ravi does too for the moment.

“Evan?”

“Please, please fuck me,” Buck begs.

Tommy thrusts at Ravi’s back, pushing him into Buck. Ravi gasps as he enters him, feeling the warm heat surround him. Buck’s mouth is open as he lets out little gasps and moans, trying to move his hips closer to Ravi.

“Evan.”

Buck stills.

“Good, let Ravi get used to it,” Tommy encourages him. One of his hands is stroking Ravi’s hip and the other is pinching and rolling his nipples.

Ravi feels surrounded, overwhelmed in the best way. “Sh-shit,” he gasps out. “You both feel so good.”

Buck clenches around him and Tommy places open mouthed kisses along his neck and shoulder.

Ravi’s hips stutter forward.

“Yeah, just like that,” Tommy says. He uses his hips to drive Ravi forward, deeper into Buck.

“Mm, right there,” he says as Buck pants below them. “Get your hands on him.”

Ravi leans forward to do as Tommy says, scratching gently against Buck’s stomach, rolling his nipples between his fingers, pinching them on each forward thrust. Tommy mirrors his movements, putting Ravi into a pleasure echo chamber.

As it looks like Buck’s getting closer to his release, Tommy pushes him down so he blankets Buck, each of them taking one side of his neck as they lick and suck at it, Buck letting out needier and needier noises beneath them.

Tommy pulls back a little bit, hands moving to Ravi’s hips to help him keep his rhythm as he fucks Buck, watching as Buck grabs desperately for Ravi and kisses him, though it’s really more breathing into each other’s mouths at this point, one of Buck’s legs hooked around Ravi and Tommy’s legs to hold them in place.

Ravi can feel Tommy’s cock sliding against his back, sliding against his ass, more and more precome leaking out as Tommy fights to keep the rhythm for Buck.

Ravi gets a hand between them and strokes Buck’s cock in time with his thrusts, watching him fall over the edge. Tommy keeps them moving until Ravi comes, then lets him collapse onto of Buck. He takes himself into his own hand and comes on Ravi’s back. Buck drags his hand along Ravi’s back, getting as much of Tommy’s come as he can, licking it off his fingers while the other two watch.

“Fuck, you two are so fucking hot,” Ravi gasps.

“Thank you,” Buck says, grinning up at him.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up before you pass out,” Tommy says, hauling Ravi upright and into the bathroom. Ravi’s legs still feel a little bit like jello, so he let’s himself be moved. Tommy turns on the shower and bundles Ravi into it, stepping in behind him.

He kisses Ravi as the water warms up, running his hands up and down Ravi’s arms. “I’m so glad you said yes to us,” Tommy murmurs. “That was incredible.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Buck?” Ravi asks somewhat nonsensically.

“Evan’s going to change the sheets and then he’ll be here,” Tommy promises him.

“Okay,” Ravi relaxes against Tommy as Tommy washes his hair.

“Think you can stand up for a minute?” Tommy asks once he’s washed the conditioner out of Ravi’s hair.

Ravi ends up having to lean against the shower wall while Tommy gently cleans the rest of his body. He stays there while Tommy cleans himself off as well.

Buck comes into the bathroom and he and Tommy have a quiet conversation before Tommy leaves the shower and Buck gets in.

“Hey,” Buck says gently. “How are you doing?”

“Still trying to get my legs under me,” Ravi chuckles. “You two are… amazing.”

“So are you,” Buck tells him. “I can't wait until we do that again.”

“You - you'd want too do that again?” Ravi asks.

“If you want,” Buck hastens to add.

“Oh absolutely,” Ravi says, “I just didn’t realize it was more than a one time deal .”

“We were hoping it could be.”

“Okay,” Ravi says. He watches shamelessly as Buck washes himself off, and Buck dries him off when they get out of the shower. They stumble back into the bedroom naked and attached at the lips, Buck all but throwing Ravi onto the bed next to Tommy.

“You two might be having a little too much fun without me,” Tommy says, arching an eyebrow at them.

Buck laughs and clambers into the bed, pulling the covers over the three of them. Tommy hands them both a glass of water, which Ravi happily drinks down. Tommy smiles and takes the glass from him, setting it on the bedside table.

“Hungry?” Tommy asks.

“A little.”

Tommy picks up a bowl of fruit Ravi hadn’t noticed before, and feeds him piece by piece. Ravi licks the dripping fruit juice off Tommy’s hand with more than a little enthusiasm, enjoying the way that both Buck and Tommy can’t keep their eyes off him.

Tommy lasts a couple more pieces of fruit before his composure breaks, and he drops the bowl back onto the table with a clatter, seizing Ravi’s. face in his hands and doing his best to lick the fruit juice back out of Ravi’s mouth.

“Goddamn,” Buck groans behind them.

Ravi completely breaks the mood by yawning in Tommy’s face.

“I think we tired him out babe,” Tommy says.

“It looks good on him,” Buck says with a smirk.

“Maybe we can do it again in the in the morning?” Ravi asks hopefully.

“Absolutely,” Buck says.

Tommy pulls Ravi down on the bed, letting Ravi tuck his head under his chin. Buck cuddles up behind him, his skin still warm and slightly damp from the shower.

“Maybe I can blow you in the morning,” Ravi mumbles into Tommy’s chest.

“Whatever you want,” Tommy says, laughing vibrating through his chest. “Now go to sleep.”

Ravi feels first Tommy, then Buck, kiss his head before he falls asleep.

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🧣and hmmmmmm how about :) RaviAlbert… haven’t seen that one before 😌

💜 💜 💜

“This has to bring back a lot of memories..” Ravi said, tracing his fingers down the front of Albert’s turnout gear.

“Yeah..” Albert said. “The 133 let me keep it, since it was too close to its expiration to reassign it to anyone else.”

“What made you wanna try it on again?” Ravi slowly opened Albert’s turnout coat, and slid it off of his arms. Ravi’s thumbs slid under Albert’s thick suspenders and ran his hands down them to hook into the waistband of his pants.

“I don’t know..” Albert said. “I think maybe I always did like the outfit more than the job. From a distance, I could be mistaken for my older brother. And that’s what I really wanted to be. Which is.. embarrassing to say. Especially in front of a real firefighter.”

Albert looked at Ravi shyly.

Ravi shook his head softly, and pressed his lips to Albert’s. “I think it would have been more embarrassing to continue to follow someone else’s path.” He tugged Albert closer to him. “I do wish that even once, during the year or so that we overlapped at the LAFD, that I could have seen you in full gear.”

Albert bit at the air between them, looking for another kiss. “I’ll try it on for you anytime..”

Ravi kissed Albert until they had to pull back for air. “And I’ll take it off of you every time.”

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eddietommy + 👑

“Tommy?” Eddie grumbled as he sleepily stumbled into the living room. “Babe, come back to bed.”

“I will, I’m just..”

“Are you still looking for that dice?”

“Die,” Tommy said, a little snippy. “Just the one.”

“Listen,” Eddie said, holding back a yawn. “I’ll.. get you a new one. A whole set. Or make Chris do it, since he’s the one that lost it.”

Tommy sighed. “I’m not mad that he lost it.”

“You sure about that, babe? You seem a little.. obsessed?”

Eddie plopped down onto the couch and patted the seat next to him.

Tommy collapsed next to him in defeat.

“I should have specified that the brown resin dice set was off limits. But I like that he wanted to use my dice, and that he and his friends are into D&D. It’s nice to share a hobby with him.”

“But..” Eddie intuited. “That set of dice was special?”

“When we started taking dance classes,” Tommy said, “Because it was reclaiming a part of your childhood that had been ruined for you, it inspired me to get back into D&D as a similar gift to my child self. And if it wasn’t for watching you nurture your child self, I don’t know if I ever would have done that for mine. And then it opened a door to bonding with Chris. And-“ Tommy laughed.

“What?”

“I picked that set because they reminded me of your eyes.”

“That’s.. Not creepy at all,” Eddie teased. “I’ve heard of rolling the bones. But the eyeballs?”

“Rolling the orbs?” Tommy suggested with a snort. “I just.. they were warm. Comforting. Beautiful. I saw the color and was drawn to them.”

“Well, you’re not going to lose these big brown eyes.”

Tommy pulled Eddie into his lap, and brought their lips together, humming into the embrace.

Eddie’s hands traveled from Tommy’s shoulders, slowly down his hips. He grinded into him as his hands reached Tommy’s butt. A hand slid between the couch cushions and brushed against something cool and smooth.

Eddie pulled the die from between the seat cushions and held it up to show Tommy.

“Oh my god, thank you!”

Eddie pulled it back before Tommy could pluck it from his fingers.

“Not so fast, babe. My finder’s fees are pretty competitive.”

“I think you’ll find that I’m good for whatever it is you want for it.”

Tommy stood up and swiftly swept Eddie into his arms, heading in the direction of their bedroom.

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Im so late. I just realized I forgot to send you my prompt for ficlet Friday yesterday. Can I get 👑 for Tommy/father brian?

Sorry to be redundant, but I woke up this morning and decided Tommy was a D&D nerd 💜

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Tommy wasn’t sure what he had been expecting when he showed up at the library for their adult D&D night.

But he definitely hadn’t been expecting Brian.

They clicked immediately, sharing many of the same childhood references, and a relaxed and dry sense of humor.

By the end of the evening they were promising each other to both come to the next event.

“I’m really glad I came tonight,” Brian said, a little shyly. His slight blush made Tommy’s stomach flutter.

“I’m glad you did, too.”

“I guess I’ll have to invest in a set of these for myself,” Brian gestured at Tommy’s dice.

“Take mine,” Tommy said without thinking. “I’ve got more at home,” he lied.

“Really? That’s.. very kind of you, Tommy. I guess I’ll have to stick with this, so that your generosity doesn’t go unappreciated.”

Tommy’s chest warmed as he thought about something of his going home with Brian; imagining Brian thinking of him whenever he looked at the dice.

(Tommy would have to buy more before the next D&D library event..)

“You know,” Brian shared. “I don’t always remember to take time for myself.”

“It’s an underdeveloped skill in men.. Taking time to ‘play’,” Tommy chuckled. “At least that’s what my therapist says. I think he’ll probably be surprised at the kind of play I’ve chosen to revisit. I’m.. I’m not sure what the Venn diagram of firefighters and D&D enthusiasts looks like.”

Brian took a breath. “I’m guessing.. probably slightly more overlap than the one of priests and D&D enthusiasts?”

Tommy tried not to look as surprised as he felt by this new information.

Brian wasn’t making eye contact anymore, and Tommy could tell he was feeling self conscious.

Brian cleared his throat. “I’m, uh.. Not surprised to hear you’re a firefighter. You look.. strong.”

“I’m going to be honest,” Tommy said flatly. “You look more like a pirate than a priest.”

“A..?” Brian tilted his head with confusion. “A pirate?”

“I guess playing D&D has redirected my brain to everything I enjoyed as a kid. I used to watch the movie The Princess Bride over and over.. And if your hair was just a little longer? You’ve kinda got a Dread Pirate Roberts thing going on, don’t you think?”

Brian’s jaw fell open softly.

“Westley?” Tommy tried. “You don’t think so..?”

“Oh, I know exactly who you’re talking about. I loved that movie. I had the biggest-“ Brian paused, and pivoted. “I always admired that character. So, thanks for saying that.”

Tommy smirked. “So.. See you here next month, farm boy?”

Brian beamed, fondling Tommy’s dice in his hand. “As you wish.”

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I've been thinking about AthenaEddie slow burn. Like super slow. Middle schoolers getting nervous holding hands at the movies slow. Barely a smolder.

It starts , if anyone knows about losing your spouse suddenly, it's Eddie. So they're spending more time together, after the initial crowd of well-wishers and I'm so sorries disappear. He's there for the actual work of grieving- when its too quiet, when everything feels overwhelming, when she's just mad at the world because how is it fair she loses 2 great partners to the whims of the universe.

Eddie just. Gets it. Doesn't say anything or try to make it better because he can't. There's nothing he can do to make it not-hurt and Athena appreciates he doesn't try. Appreciates he has own shit he's working through- finally allowing himself to grieve his own loss instead of pushing through.

It's 10 months after Bobby dies before anything even almost happens. It doesn't get physical beyond the chastest of good-bye kisses and curling up into each other during a movie. Not trying to avoid physical contact. They fall into so slowly no one even notices, invites extended to them both without thought they'd somehow become a unit. Building something new, tinged with gray and old hurts, but steady and natural.

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Some 🥰 for Breddie!

my precious babes. for you? any and everything. wanna play along? click here.

It’s been months – years – since Eddie was last buried deep in desert heat, sand freckling his cheeks beneath the harsh glare of a firefight. And yet, somehow, he’s back. Darkness surrounds him as bullets rain down. Helicopter blades roar above, whipping wind and grit against his skin, the sting sharp where blood clings to his uniform.

It’s confusing – chaotic – shouts from his unit tangling with cries of enemies growing closer. Calls for help. Snapped bones. Unconscious comrades littering the metal and sand surrounding him. He reaches out, calling for them, familiar names slipping between his lips as beads of blood erupt between his teeth.

But he never makes it. Arms outstretched, fingers grasping air, always just inches too short. Their eyes meet his, desperate, fading whimpers and pleas to take care of loved ones emptying into the abyss of the aftermath.

Eventually it’s just him. Alone. Bleeding and broken in the sand, tears falling freely down his cheeks as he calls out for someone – anyone. They’re gone. They’re all gone – there’s nobody left…

He wakes with a jolt, screaming into a different stretch of dark, “They’re all gone!”

His legs catch between the sheets, trapping and ensnaring him as he sobs between broken breaths. His chest is tight, heart racing not with the pain of injury flaring behind his ribs but that of loss. Of guilt and sorrow too profound to part with.

“Hey, hey, hey,” a quiet voice calls beside him, weaving through the wreckage of a war-torn memory. “Just breathe.”

Blinking through burning tears, hands trembling with fear, dreams drip into reality. A warm hand settles gently on his shoulder, another skims across the knuckles gripping the sheets too tight.

“That’s it,” the voice says again, soft but sure. “Deep breath, Ed. You’re okay. You got it.”

He gasps for air, lungs stuttering, tears burning hot down his cheeks. Ghosts of dust and sand still simmer along the surface, the feeling etched into his skin – tattoos of tattered time across his flesh.

“I…” Eddie chokes out, voice ragged and raw.

The hands press gently, grounding him. A palm rests over his heart, steady and warm, and Eddie closes his eyes. The panic starts to fade, just enough.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs, “I’ve got you.”

Brian. Always steady. Solid, patient, unwavering – grounded in ways Eddie hasn’t been able to name, loving in ways he can’t fully explain even if he tries.

Brian’s fingers trace slow circles along his spine, the other hand still firm over his chest. As Eddie’s breathing evens out, he finally lifts his eyes, still glistening, and offers a small, weary smile.

“Thanks,” he whispers into the stillness, the silence gentler now, no longer empty. “Sorry, I…that hasn’t happened in a while.”

Brian shakes his head, voice calm. “Doesn’t mean it’s gone. They’re still a part of you.”

Eddie nods, throat tight. He’s grateful Brian’s been through this with him before, soft secrets shared in the days of getting to know one another. Traumas torn open like ruptured stitches, sewn back together with each other’s delicate touch.

And Brian’s right – despite the pain of loss and the guilt that came with it – Eddie can’t loosen them from his bones. Their laughter, their pain, their fierce, stubborn loyalty. They knew Eddie better than anyone had before, saw him at his worst and still called him a brother.

Exhaustion tugs at him, and he leans into Brian’s chest. Arms curl tight around him. Fingers brush tears away with infinite care.

“Tell me about them?” Brian asks softly, pulling the blankets over them both.

Eddie shifts closer, wrapping a leg around Brian’s, leeching heat from his boyfriend as he smiles softly. He’s always happy to share memories of people he once called family, glad to remember them in days beyond the bad.

And as he begins to share, voice low and thick with sleep, his eyelids start to fall. The nightmares slip away, replaced by laughter and stories that light the darkness, soft and golden in his mind.

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Update

Hi, fellow 911 rarepair fans! <3

Since there is another 911 rarepair bingo event starting soon, I decided to end my rarepair bingo as planned on July 1, but you can still use the prompts on the bingo cards whenever you feel like it!

I am planning to focus on sharing and creating right now, but I will do another 911 rarepair event in autumn. I will make a poll soon to check what you'd like to see! (For example: weeks for specific rarepairs, a gift exchange, etc. If you have an idea, please share!)

As always: Feel free to tag me in your creations or to send me stuff! I love to share!

Now, here's a signal boost for upcoming events that feature 911 rarepairs:

Interest check: 911 rarepair summer (Link to event will follow)

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Sal/Taylor 📸

Thanks for the prompt 💜 Not under a cut for spice (sorry!), just got to be about 3x longer than it was supposed to be (not sorry!)

The last time that Taylor had moved in with a boyfriend had been a disaster. She tried not to think about that as she moved her stuff into the apartment that her and her current boyfriend were moving into.

Sal was not Buck.

There were no secrets, no ulterior motives.

Sal inflicted his thoughts, actions, and motivations on everyone he encountered.

It was a breath of fresh air; sometimes she could go with a little less information and opinion. But it was definitely the side she’d found that she preferred to err on.

“Oh my god,” she snorted as she found the old Polaroid at the bottom of a box of books.

“What?” Sal asked, crossing the room to see what she’d found.

“Look at these losers.” She held up the photo of them that had been taken the night they’d met.

At the firefighter’s ball.

She could practically feel the cool air from that evening, years ago.

The versions of them in the photo looked a combination of surprised, mildly annoyed, and maybe juuuuust a tad guilty.

***

She had just been covering the event. Briefly interviewing some of the attendees; bringing attention to the charity that money was being raised for.

Consciously, she knew she would probably see Buck there. But she had told herself that they had parted on decent enough terms; wished each other the best and all that. It was fine.

She hadn’t been prepared for the reality of how it would feel seeing him; especially seeing him there with a date.

She thought she’d been professional throughout, until someone had called her out for her sulking.

She’d been sitting in her car in the parking lot after her crew had left, and a firefighter - dressed in his Class A’s as all firefighters at the event were - came knocking at her window.

She rolled it down. “Can I help you?”

“What are you doing here?” he asked bluntly.

“Uh, none of your business?”

“Sure. But you’re loitering here without your crew. Wasn’t sure if you were.. having car trouble, or what.”

“Just.. processing.”

“Ah. Well, fucking weird venue for that.”

She smiled. “My ex is here.”

The guy chuckled, and to her surprise said. “Join the club.”

“Really?”

“I have to watch him dancing in there with his new squeeze or whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s a blast.”

Taylor couldn’t help wondering, “Who’s his new squeeze?”

“Buckley over at the 118.”

Small world. “So.. Tommy Kinard?”

“How do you know him?”

“I might have looked into him when I found out he was dating my ex.”

“Ahhh.. I’m putting things together now. Wanna step out of the car to continue this conversation?”

“What’s there to continue?” The guy was objectively handsome. And there was something relaxed, irreverent, and.. funny about the way that he spoke.

And this connection they had through their exes was.. interesting.

Interested.

Yeah, she was interested.

But she wasn’t sure she wasn’t barking up the wrong tree, if he’d dated Kinard. But then again, Buck had dated her.. and now he was with Kinard..

She stepped out of the car and followed the firefighter to a picnic table outside the venue.

They sat on the tabletop, resting their feet on the bench. Sitting close enough that their thighs pressed together.

“My name’s Taylor.”

“Sal. So, what does that make us? If our exes are together, it feels like we are in-laws of some kind?”

“Maybe more like outlaws?” she said with a playful smile.

“This thing’s only got about an hour left, but why don’t you come in with me. Have a drink. Dance a little?”

She laughed with disbelief. “What?”

“Even if you’re not interested in being my date for an hour-“

“Not sure how I feel about ‘dating-by-the-hour’..”

Sal barked out a laugh. “Maybe I just think it’d be funny as shit to see the looks on Tommy and Buck’s faces?”

“Ah, chaos?”

“Why not!”

“Compelling argument. Maybe I’m not motivated by revenge?”

“All right, Ms. High Road. My cards on the table, maybe I just wanna dance with you?”

Taylor hopped off the picnic table and held her hand out toward Sal. “I can hear the music just fine out here.”

Sal smirked as he took her hand, and she was struck again by how handsome he looked in his uniform.

He held her close as they moved to the music, audible but muffled through the door.

“We should grab a drink somewhere,” he said. “Doesn’t have to be here.”

“You’re persistent,” she observed.

“You tell me you’re not interested, I’ll back off.”

She looked up at him, “I’m interested. When were you thinking?”

“Now.”

“Decisive!”

His hand on the small of her back as they swayed to the music pulled her in closer. “I know what I want.”

“That’s.. really refreshing,” she admitted.

Suddenly the music became louder and more clear. They both turned to face the door of the building that had been opened, and were faced with the flash of a Polaroid.

“What the hell, Probie?” Sal asked.

“Sorry, Cap!” a very young looking firefighter quickly said. “Hey, are you Taylor Kelly?”

“Guilty,” she said.

“Gimme that,” Sal took the developing Polaroid from the guy and he went back inside. “How’s it feel to be on the other end of the paparazzi?” he asked her.

“I’m a journalist. Not a paparazzi photographer!”

“And you take yourself very seriously,” Sal teased.

“Why did he take our picture?” she asked with an intentionally un-serious laugh.

“He’s been doing that all night. Taking candids and leaving them on the tables for folks. I think you should hang onto this one, though. You’re gonna wanna show our grandkids and shit.”

“You’re absolutely ridiculous!”

“Then why are you smiling ear to ear?” His bright smile matched hers.

***

They had gone out for that drink.

And hadn’t stopped seeing each other since.