#neethu writes

[captain-hen]

tell me that i'm all you want (even when i break your heart)

“What’s going on?” “You tell me,” Eddie says, gently. “Buck mentioned you were being a little…odd.” To his surprise, Chris scowls. “I bet he did,” Chris mumbles, scoffing, half-under his breath. Eddie stares at him, taken aback. “Chris? What does that—” “I want you to tell him to leave.” or; buck, christopher and eddie in the aftermath of 7x04.

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[buck2eddie]

quote from “but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down)” // written by @captain-hen

[athenagranted]

tease tidbit tuesday

i've been tagged by @shitouttabuck @housewifebuck @loserdiaz @wildlife4life and @jeeyuns for a bunch of tag games recently, thank you!!

hi hi i'm back with a new fic!! this is from the new wip that i simply have labeled 'angsty pining fic' in my docs...the fic in which eddie figures out his feelings and confesses to buck, who doesn't immediately reciprocate because he doesn't know yet that he's in love with eddie.

Knowledge is power. Now that he knows, he can correctly identify the feeling in his chest akin to the breath slowly being punched out of his lungs. He can pinpoint why every dazzling smile Buck sends her way feels like a crushing blow to his chest. He no longer has the blissful luxury of not knowing why he bites down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood when Buck tilts his head back into Natalia’s chest, blinking up at her lazily and smiling while she cards her fingers through his curls.   It’s such a sweet, simple gesture, the kind that no one would think twice about doing, and yet Eddie wants to cry, overwhelmed with the sheer affection of it all. The lump in his throat is painful, and it takes all of his strength to swallow his own heartbreak down and keep it there.

tagging @captain-hen @eowon @diazblunt @911onabc and anyone else who would like to do it :)

[tawaifeddiediaz]

to come home

@diazchristopher ily this is for you <3 spoilers for 5x18 ig, but this isn’t a spec fic by far xD it’s just self-indulgent stuff

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Word Count: 2368 words

Something slots into place the minute he pulls into the firehouse parking lot.

Over the six months he’s been gone, Eddie’s been careful not to show up at the firehouse despite Bobby’s numerous invites, Buck’s multiple pleas, Hen’s thinly-veiled threatening texts, and Ravi’s sporadic texts of baseball memes in an effort to segue into a conversation.

It’s not that he hadn’t cared about them trying to make sure he knew that he was still family, and just because he wasn’t working there didn’t change that. It was that walking into the 118 knowing that there was someone replacing his spot by Buck’s side, on the team, and knowing that he wouldn’t find Diaz on the turnout lockers was…disheartening — in a way.

It felt permanent in a way he didn’t know he liked.

So he carefully made sure he only showed up to the out-of-firehouse parties — ones that had been low in number with Chim and Maddie gone, anyway — and he made sure that he met with everyone else outside the firehouse at least once a month.

He’d stayed in touch with everyone. That was the important part.

But he’s here now, standing in front of the 118 doors, feeling weirdly like the man from four years ago, and somehow, at the same time, like a new person entirely. A little like he’s going to have to introduce this new version of himself to a team as old as time — the team that has become family over the course of those four years, who might not recognize this new version of Eddie.

The one glaringly absent emotion in his chest, though, is the nervous anxiety that had struck him on that first day four years back. It’s not here with him today, replaced only by eager anticipation and a phone full of “good luck!” and “we’ll miss you!” texts from dispatch, and “can’t wait to have you back!” texts from the firehouse that had started at six this morning.

Eddie sucks in a breath, tightens his grip on his bag, and walks in.

He’s immediately met with piercing cheers that echo around the firehouse, turning Eddie’s face into a shade of red that rivals the bright firetrucks sitting in the bay.

Hen and Chim lead the applause, bright grins spread across their faces as they clap enthusiastically, hands above their head. They’re not even in tune with the rest of the firefighters, and there’s not a lick of concern on their faces for it.

Next to Chim stands Ravi, who’s a little more subdued with the noise, but no less enthusiastic with the wide smile on his face. Eddie has to marvel a little at how easily Ravi had become part of this family, slotting into place like he’d always been there.

Bobby looks on with a proud smile that hits Eddie in the same place his own father’s teary eyes had hit him two weeks ago, when they’d decided to better their relationship. They couldn’t bring the thirty years of Eddie’s life back, but in mere days, Eddie could see how much his father was trying to be a part of his life in a way that’s healthy for both of them.

It’s all he ever wanted, and Eddie’s content with it.

And then, his gaze slides to Buck.

Buck, who’s standing closest to the railing, eagerly tipping against the banister in a way that would scare Eddie if Bobby’s hand wasn’t placed close to catch him in case he got a little too excited. He’s not clapping, but the beaming smile on his face feels a little like looking directly into the sun, and Eddie feels his breath hitch in his throat as he takes it in.

Out of everyone, Eddie’s obviously seen the most of Buck over the past few months — including just last night, when Buck and Chris had been bent over a mason jar, yelling triumphantly after they nearly destroyed Eddie’s milk frother in an attempt to make whipped cream for their cake.

But after all that was said and done, and Buck was pressed against him on the couch mindlessly watching TV, he’d known that Buck was more nervous about Eddie coming back than Eddie was.

“The last six months were hard,” he’d said quietly, almost reluctantly. “I missed you at the firehouse.”

“I missed being there too,” Eddie had replied. “But I missed being your partner more.”

Words they don’t exchange in full view of everyone — words they don’t need to exchange at all, really. Eddie had known that Buck missed him, just like Buck had known how hard it was for Eddie to adapt to not being able to have his back.

It was written all over them when they fell back into their rhythm instantly during the dispatch fire — made of nothing but what Chim affectionately calls The Dream Team , and in that moment, Eddie had finally understood what their friend meant by it.

The only thing Buck doesn’t know is how hollow Eddie feels without him.

But then, he takes in Buck’s grin, the dimples on the corners of his mouth, the crow’s feet fanning from the corners of his eyes the way they only do when he’s really happy, and what looks suspiciously like a sheen of tears sparkling in his eyes, and thinks that maybe Buck does know — that maybe, the relief in his eyes as he watches Eddie stand in the firehouse bay means that he feels the same.

“Suit up, Firefighter Diaz,” Bobby calls down to him, dragging his eyes away from Buck. 

Eddie can’t help the wide grin that spreads across his own face at his title, mirroring the faces that stare down at him eagerly from the loft.

“Yes, sir,” he mock-salutes, dashing off to the locker room.

His old locker — the one he used to share with Buck — is left propped slightly open, an envelope taped to the door. Christopher’s familiar handwriting is sprawled across the cover in marker, reading Dad in all capital, bubble letters, carefully colored in with colored pencils — without going outside the lines.

Underneath that, Buck’s written (Eddie) in pen, clearly to make sure that no other dad took off with the card, and Eddie has to laugh as he peels the envelope off the metal.

The cue is clear with the locker that Buck hung up the envelope, and Eddie slides his stuff back into the locker that’s now theirs again. His cologne goes on the shelf next to Buck’s deodorant, and his hair gel stacks on top of Buck’s extra-hold gel. 

He smiles at the familiar sight before finally slipping a finger under the envelope flap.

A cartoon whale greets him, with Whale-come back written above the water coming from the blow hole. The whale has a tiny smile, but Eddie bursts out laughing when he sees the crudely drawn mustache above its mouth — clearly Buck’s handiwork.

Inside is a note in Christopher’s careful writing on the blank page, where he clearly tried to write in a straight line but didn’t manage to fit all the letters in. The smushed-together letters at the end of the sentence make the card all the more endearing, and Eddie — who feels more like a leaky faucet these days — can’t help the pinprick of tears that starts up behind his eyes.

You’re going to do great, Dad! Have a good first second day!

There's two hand drawn whales on the other side of the card, and one small one wearing glasses.

Even without the labels Chris wrote in, Eddie would know that the drawings are meant to be him, Buck and Chris.

Underneath Christopher’s note is a note in Buck’s short, slanted letters. 

We missed you, Eddie. Can’t wait to have you back with us!

Eddie scrubs the back of his hand across his eyes to stave the tidal wave of emotion as he looks down at where Buck and Christopher have exaggeratingly signed the card. Christopher opted for his full name, the loops taking up nearly the whole bottom corner.

Buck’s signature gives him pause — it’s four letters, but not his preferred nickname.

“Evan,” Eddie whispers into the quiet of the locker room as he traces over the letters — first with his eyes, then his thumb.

He wonders why Buck signed the card like that, but refuses to give in to the hope that kindles in his chest — not yet.

A loud burst of laughter from upstairs startles him out of his thoughts, and Eddie spares a long glance at the picture of him, Buck and Chris from two years ago at Griffith Observatory before taping the new card carefully next to it.

He rushes through getting ready. With each piece of the uniform he pulls on, another piece of himself settles into place for the intention behind the garment.

He’s worn this same uniform for the past six months, but not for this purpose. Something about knowing that Eddie’s back under Bobby’s command, next to Buck’s side, part of Hen, Chim and Ravi’s team makes putting the uniform on all the more sweeter.

For the first time in six months, Eddie doesn’t feel the need to check the shoulder for holes.

He fiddles with his watch strap as he jogs up the stairs, taking them two at a time.  Hen’s first to greet him at the top, and Eddie folds willingly into the hug she offers.

“It’s good to have you back, Eddie,” she says, smiling widely. A pang hits his chest as he looks between Chim and Hen, and thinks about how close they’d been to losing them. 

“It’s good to be back,” he says around the lump in his throat as Chim wraps his arms around him tightly.

“‘Dude, we’re getting the band back together!’” he jokes, clapping Eddie on the shoulder. 

Ravi groans from behind him just as Eddie laughs at the reference. “Phineas and Ferb? Really?”

“Hey, it’s the only show that gets Jee-Yun to stop crying, and we only want her watching animated stuff for now, so we’re limited on options. She hates Cocomelon with a burning passion, so thanks to her Uncle Buck, we’re stuck watching those two build stuff in their backyard all day. I think I’ve memorized all the dialogues,” Chim pauses, turning a mock glare onto Ravi. “And you recognized it, so…”

“Well, yeah, because I’m not a dinosaur.”

Chim gasps and grins, not offended in the slightest as he and Ravi squabble back and forth.

Ravi’s clearly grown into himself during the months Eddie was gone, he thinks again as he shares a hug with their youngest firefighter.

“Hey, don’t diss Phineas and Ferb, okay? That’s quality television,” Buck adds with the utmost seriousness.

“Don’t listen to him, he and Chris had a marathon last month,” Eddie rats him out immediately just as Bobby chuckles. “I’m still finding popcorn kernels and crushed Skittles stuck in the couch cushions, and I’ve already banned them from trying to build a roller coaster in the backyard. Also, Perry the Platypus stares at me from Christopher’s desk with beady eyes.”

It’s Buck’s turn to take the heat of the team’s teasing, and while his best friend tosses him a betrayed look over their heads, Eddie just grins and wiggles his fingers. 

Bobby takes advantage of their distraction to turn to him. “Welcome back, Eddie,” he says, wrapping his arms around him. 

Eddie hangs onto him a little longer than he normally would, then pulls back to nod at his captain. Bobby nods back, not needing the words of gratitude that Eddie knows are printed all over his face.

“Thanks, Cap.”

Everyone disperses after that, only a few of the other firefighters that Eddie hadn’t known too well because of different shifts coming up to welcome him back. Eddie smiles politely and shakes everyone’s hand, the attention leaving a red flush on his face.

“You look like a raspberry,” Buck observes the minute they’re left alone, leaning against the railing. 

Eddie snorts, turning to face him as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Pretty sure that saying is ‘you look like a tomato.’”

Buck shrugs. “You’re not red enough for tomatoes. So, raspberry it is.”

Eddie shakes his head and laughs.

This time, when he moves, Buck moves with him until Eddie’s wrapped in his arms and Buck’s wrapped in Eddie’s. Unlike the other hugs, this is one that he can relax into completely, smiling when Buck’s nose tucks itself in the familiar space behind Eddie’s ear, the cold point of it dragging goosebumps across his skin. His palms sear Eddie’s skin where they rest, fingers spread as if to gather as much of Eddie as he can.

Eddie’s in the same boat, greedily keeping his arms tight around his partner as he ghosts a hand down the familiar line of his spine, then back up.

“Missed you,” Buck says again, the words lost in the cradle of Eddie’s neck.

“Missed you, too,” Eddie smiles, clapping Buck on the shoulder once before pulling back to look him in the eye, entirely too aware of where they’re standing as he stares at the man he loves more than anything. “The card was a nice touch.”

“Chris picked it out at the dollar store,” Buck tells him as they separate, walking towards where Bobby’s laying out breakfast. “He liked the blank inside since he could write his own thing. Did you know there are surprisingly few puns for welcoming someone back to work?”

Just like that, they fall back into their rhythm again. Eddie pops a piece of fruit in his mouth as he leans back in his chair and listens to Buck ramble about greeting cards, whales and puns, not even caring what incriminating expression is on his face as Ravi, Hen and Chim slide into the seats around them. He knows the way his smile softens when he talks to and about Buck, and it’s taken him a long time to accept and embrace that. But he is embracing it, which would make Frank proud.

Bobby exchanges a look with Eddie, and smiles knowingly. Eddie’s helpless to do anything but grin back as the conversation flows.

It’s good to be home.

[evankinard]

for the rep thing: insightful commentary, tags that are so funny they leave me in stitches, but MOST important of all—buddie secret relationship theory <3

I need you to write that fic neethu, the world needs you to write that fic

[theladyyavilee]

post/715428167984234496/i-saw-that-chris-in-danger-theory-from-neethu-and omg yes gavin would absolutely kill us , i barely survive on 6x11 this would end me , also"t as-of-yet-unwritten fic "👀👀👀 interesting very interesting indeed, i will be happy to enforce any conversation about it and know you already have one reader lining up to read when is ready :) , i enjoy your writing quite a lot

this is SO SWEET, you are so lovely and kind anon 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕

and big SAME, gavin wrecked me in 6x11 and I just know that they've got more of that coming for us and our sanity and I cannot wait <3

alkdsljsdaasjdk well, it is a fic that has barely any parts of it written, because I am very bad at writing during the season because every episode changes my expectations and hopes and so every episode changes the trajectory of my writing and I am rarely able to keep up xD BUT depending on where this season leaves us, I might pick it back up over hiatus 👀 it does have eddie, buck and chris trapped in a partially submerged car and forced to have some conversations they've been avoiding, so if after this season we have unspoken elephants in the room left, I will most certainly be attacking those 👀👀🤣🤣 also so far I have only posted one snippet of it which you can find here xD

[fcntasmas]

hii ceecee!! long time reader (back in the tmtts days lol) and when i finally got into 911 a few months ago and i had the absolute delight of finding out you write for this fandom!!!! anyways im finally reading ripples all the way down and im up to chapter 5!! this is about a moment in chapter 4 caught my eye, how it kinda parallels a moment in the cemetery talk from the last episode

( gif credit @captain-hen )

i just thought it was really neat 🥰 and devastating 🥲 eddie always knowing what buck deserves to hear <3

ok back to reading 🥰🥰🥰 hope you have a wonderful day and happy weewoo day!

my goodness you're so fucking sweet what the fuck thank you for this if i wasn't currently debilitated by Food i would write a much longer reply to this (all of it just being grateful) but since i am all i can say is thank you for sending this, thank you for being kind, thank you enjoying the fic, and also thank you for understanding eddie diaz and how he just Knows buck because that's what i always strive to show in my fics no matter whose pov it is. eddie diaz Knows eddie buckley

and also thank you for using neethu's beautiful gif <333

[jordanhowey1375]

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[imaperalta87820]

An Accounting Of Love

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[captain-hen]

but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) buddie | rated M | 28k

He puts his laptop away after a bit, and paces the length of his apartment as he tries to take stock of the situation at hand. One: The date is March 22nd, 2024. Two: It has been March 22nd for 3 days now. Three: Buck is trapped in some kind of time loop that is forcing him to relive this day. Four: Eddie is, apparently, in love with him. And. And. Five: Buck doesn’t feel the same way. or, eddie confesses his feelings for buck. buck is absolutely, a hundred percent sure that he does not feel the same way. the universe has different plans.

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[fcntasmas-archive]

'They looked at Buck and saw Daniel; and they hated him for it.

Buck looks at Sebastian and sees himself; and he loves him for it.' this was the part where i started sobbing-

'I look like you, and that's not a bad thing.' it wasn't okay for you to write this, what the fuck-

'I love you, yesterday, today and tomorrow.' ceecee then on your location i just wanna talk.

WHO gave you the right to write so beautifully?? i am unwell

HEY NEETHU DO YOU WANNA FIGHT ME BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO CRY BECAUSE OF THIS i love you so much did you know that you talented beautiful soul??? you now sending you so many smooches mwah you have no idea how much i appreciate this and you <3333

[tawaifeddiediaz]

94 for the kiss prompts? love you <3

love you most <3 for you, i made this fluff — otherwise i totally had angst on speed dial.

94. untying your lover’s tie, using it to pull your lover into a kiss

[devotion (defined by you) - AO3 Link]

Word Count: 3075 words

Buck’s making a cup of tea when the sound of the lock reverberates into the apartment.

In the silence, the sound echoes with the footsteps of the man behind the door, and without turning to face him, Buck smiles.

“How was it?”

A light string of laughter, pulled from him with the electricity that sparks between them, and then the shuffle of Eddie’s socked feet against the floor. Buck’s own feet are bare, pressing against cold tile that feels like it warms as Eddie gets closer.

“Boring,” he says, leaning back against the counter next to where Buck’s pouring hot water into his mug.

Without being prompted, he reaches for another mug, drops Eddie’s favorite tea bag into it and covers it with hot water. “Yeah?”

In his suit, Eddie cuts a vision against Buck’s countertop, elbows perched behind him and legs crossed at the ankle as he reclines back. The panels of his suit jacket flutter uselessly at his sides, and the deep maroon shirt stretches across his chest until Buck thinks the buttons will pop clean off.

“Never going to one of those things again,” Eddie says, bringing one hand up to loosen his tie. “At least, not without you to keep me company.”

Buck’s eyes linger on the movement before he forces himself to look away from his partner’s strong, tan fingers grasping the knot of the black tie, tugging it loose to hang on his chest while he undoes the top two buttons.

There’s something intimate to that moment, to watch Eddie shed the layers of who he’d just been outside to who he is in a mimic of his home, with his son snoring lightly in the background. The yearning that roots in Buck’s chest only delves deeper at the notion, a stray drop rippling across the waves of an ocean.

Eddie folds his suit jacket carefully to place over the far end of the breakfast bar, and this time, Buck doesn’t look away when he starts rolling the cuffs of his shirt up. He can feel Eddie’s eyes on him as he watches the menial task be done in Eddie’s deft way, but Buck simply lets himself look back, knowing that he’s felt the burn of Eddie’s gaze on the small sliver of skin exposed by his T-shirt from the moment he entered.

He isn’t the only one looking, and that in itself lights the flame in his chest.

“You insisted on it,” he smiles instead, pressing the warm mug into Eddie’s hand. “Why would I go with you when I can hang out with my little buddy at home?”

He’s not as dressed up — truth be told, Buck had tossed on an old pair of pajamas right before Eddie dropped Christopher off, and he’s still clad in them. An old tattered T-shirt Eddie left here last year and a pair of sweatpants held up precariously by a hasty knot in the drawstring are all he has to show for himself.

Eddie arches a brow as he straightens. “No, your little buddy insisted I attend because it was a fundraiser for an animal charity. Where is he, by the way?”

“Knocked out,” Buck replies, pressing his knee into the cabinet right next to Eddie’s. He knows what Eddie’s next words are going to be.

“Miracle worker,” Eddie says — fondly, predictably. An epithet that has followed Buck for years.

Buck resists the urge to engrave the two words into the wall next to his house, the ones Eddie gives him without fail at the end of each time Buck babysits, as if he’s the one working miracles to raise this awesome kid.

He doesn’t say any of it, electing to let the calm of the evening stretch over them in answer instead as he watches Eddie turn back around from checking on his son from afar.

There’s room in the vast space. Buck knows there is. Eddie knows there is. There’s room on the counter itself for them to shift even inches apart so they’re not pressed together hip to toe.

Despite it, they stay pressed together like this with their cups of tea, quietly sharing the moment as the city settles down around them.

Buck studies his best friend over the rim of his mug, studies the ghost of a smile that seems to live on Eddie’s face whenever he’s here. He studies the little triangle of skin that spans from the hollow of his throat to the third button of his shirt, studies the way he’s now perched on one elbow facing Buck while the other holds the mug, studies the ease of his shoulders as he relaxes against the granite.

He studies him like a well-loved book, with his fingertips mapped all over pages, annotations in the margins, folds in the pages with scenes he’s clutched too hard to read over and over. He studies him like the lines of a well-loved poem, reading between them to find the essence of what he’s made of, to find all the things that remain unsaid between them.

And above all, he feels his definition of devotion shift to match the man in front of him, especially when that same man turns to smile at him with the power of a thousand suns.

“You know,” Eddie starts delicately, amusement lightening his features as his head tips to look Buck in the eye. It’s a lazy movement, and reminds Buck of the slow confidence of a man who knows what he wants, of a man who knows he’ll get it. “I got asked where my husband is today.”

Buck can’t help but throw his head back and laugh, only remembering last minute to stifle the sound so Christopher doesn’t wake up. “Yeah? Something you want to tell me, Eddie?”

Eddie huffs out a laugh as he straightens, turning to lean against his counter with both hands on the mug this time, head turned towards Buck as he mock-exaggerates his retelling. “Don’t tell anyone, but I heard from Deborah that my husband is, and I quote, ‘the strapping young hunky blond with guns for days that makes the most divine red velvet cupcakes, the one he refuses to share the recipe for.’”

Parent gossip is the best gossip, in Eddie’s eyes. Buck knows this because his best friend pounces on every little bit he can get his hands on.

But gossip about himself amuses Eddie to no end, and Buck can always see the mirth sparkling in his eyes as he recalls the various things the parents and teachers have said about them. Hearing all the wild rumors about what Buck and Eddie must get up to in their spare time is Eddie’s favorite pastime.

It had taken Buck many, many tries to perfect that red velvet cupcake recipe. He refuses to share it.

“Nothing like a middle-aged mom to boost your ego,” Buck says, clinking his cup with Eddie’s in a mimic of toasting cheers. “That was a lot of adjectives, though. She could’ve streamlined it. Made it a little simpler.”

“Really?” Eddie feigns, eyes lit up with the same playful mischief Buck sees in Christopher all the time — the same one that makes Chris look so much like his father it takes Buck’s breath away. “I thought she could’ve used a lot more. My husband is worth at least three more. At least.”

“You’re a menace,” Buck laughs, sounding far too affectionate to his own ears for the words to hold any weight. “Did you at least raise money for the cause you went there for? Or did you just get more dirt on us?”

Eddie nods. “The dirt is the best, and only fun part of these things. But yeah, definitely. The crowd was pretty rich, with deeper pockets than I thought. Perks of a private school, I guess,” he says. “Are there any red velvet cupcakes, by the way? I want some now.”

“Should be one in the fridge.”

Eddie shifts away to set his mug down, leaving Buck feeling colder with the loss of warmth on his side than with the chill of the fridge. It feels like a pipe dream of sorts, to see Eddie Diaz standing in the middle of his kitchen in a suit rummaging through his fridge, like he comes home like this all the time.

Buck thinks that maybe he does.

It had been easier in the beginning, for both of them to play into the rumors and just let the school — and the gaggle of parents waiting to catch sight of the hot single dad outside pickup — believe that Christopher Diaz has two dads, both of them firefighters to boot.

It had been a good system, but Buck hadn’t expected the rush of jealousy that had flooded him the first time he went with Eddie to drop Chris off.

One of the single parents who couldn’t seem to take no for an answer had made her way over, flipping her hair and touching Eddie’s arm like she had the right to touch him.

The roar in Buck’s ears at the sight had him climbing out of the truck before he’d known what he was doing. Like the Neanderthal he felt like, he had casually wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist to tug him away as if that was a thing they did every day instead of something born out of the green monster stomping on Buck’s chest.

It had been a little awkward for a minute for the mom who was relentlessly trying to pursue him, but Buck had stood his ground and Eddie had leaned into it. She’d scurried away without a second glance after that.

No one else dares approach Eddie anymore.

In Buck’s eyes, that’s a win.

They play into it, because it gets people off their backs, but at times, they have fun with it, too. Eddie will fling an arm around his shoulders and proudly call him his husband during one of the parent-teacher meetings, and Christopher will happily tug him over to all his friends to introduce him as “his Buck” and Buck’s left watching as his definition of home morphs into the outlines of two people.

It may have started as an inside joke shared between them, relegated to the bounds of Christopher’s school, but it’s rapidly turning into something that’s real, something that’s theirs to claim.

Eddie breaks apart half of the cupcake, passing the shared dessert over to him as he takes his spot again, this time perched on top of the counter. Like this, he looks ruffled, vulnerable — like the universe has never touched him, like Buck’s never tasted his blood, like the streets of this city aren’t soaked in it.

For a long moment, it’s easy to pretend that they’re any other people. Just Buck and Eddie at their core, made up of — yet not defined by — all the other roles that surround them outside this moment. Buck isn’t someone’s brother, uncle, friend, firefighter. Eddie isn’t someone’s father, brother, uncle, friend, firefighter.

Here, Buck is Eddie’s and Eddie is Buck’s.

It’s as good of a moment as any, when Buck decides to cross the near invisible line in the sand.

Buck can’t bring himself to care about the crumbs falling to the ground as he watches Eddie lick the frosting off his fingers. He swallows his bite of cake, washes it down with his tea and steps forward between Eddie’s knees, placing his hands on either side of him against the cool granite.

“Hi,” Eddie smiles, eyes crinkling merrily at the corners as he sets his own mug down. It’s that same confidence again — the gleam in his eye that tells Buck that Eddie’s got him right where he wants him.

Jokes on him, because Buck has been standing right here for months, years.

“Hi,” Buck says, smiling when Eddie’s knees part to make room for him. His thighs bracket Buck’s waist and drag him in closer, and with bone-rattling certainty, Buck knows that they’re finally going to cement what’s been in stone for years.

Eddie’s face doesn’t so much as twitch at their proximity, the lines of his eyes and mouth growing unbearably softer as if to say there you are.

Slowly, he lifts a hand to the loosened tie, feeling the smooth fabric catch and slip on the rough calluses of his fingers as it pulls free. Eddie doesn’t balk at his action, only leans forward as the movement tugs him forward. It’s not until the two ends of the tie are hanging loosely around his neck, still pinned by collar, that Eddie settles his hands on top of Buck’s where they rest on his thighs.

He’s working up the nerve to say something, Buck observes, staying quiet as Eddie’s thumbs work absent circles into the back of his hands. There’s something between the lines of that action too, where Eddie seeks the quiet comfort of Buck’s presence as he works through the buzz in his head.

“We’re doing this, right?” he settles on finally, the first wrinkle of fear creasing his brow.

Buck understands that fear— the same fear pounds through his veins even though he was the first to move. There’s a lot to lose by putting his bleeding heart on the line, but Eddie’s done it since there’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you and this is Buck, my partner and a million times in between and after.

The least Buck can do, is show Eddie that he’s been standing right there with him, for all this time and beyond it.

“Haven’t we been doing it?” Buck asks quietly.

His gaze moves past Eddie’s shoulder towards where Christopher’s bundled into thick blankets, sleeping peacefully on the air mattress along the far wall.

Eddie’s hands drift up his arms to link behind his neck instead, the shadows disappearing from his gaze as he grins. “Yeah, I guess we have.”

Buck moves to grip the center of Eddie’s tie, using the hold to drag his best friend closer.

There’s a freckle, right under Eddie’s left eye. Buck’s gaze drifts back to it time and time again as he studies the open affection on Eddie’s face, the uplifted curve of his full lips as he smiles. There’s not a stitch of concern on his face for what they’re about to do, his confidence a tangible presence between them that finally gives Buck the courage to move.

He presses a soft kiss to the mark that somehow only accentuates the planes of his face, and feels Eddie’s eyelashes brush his skin as his eyes shutter closed.

A startled sigh leaves him, like he hadn’t expected Buck to do something so intimate, like he hadn’t expected to be treated like someone to be cherished, but Buck can feel Eddie’s cheeks bunch as the smile grows, and feels his own heart flip in response.

They stay together like that for a long moment, drawn out with the history that stretches between them — the map that finally led them here, to each other.

“Buck,” Eddie whispers.

The tie is still clenched tight in his hands, and Buck uses the leverage to finally drag his best friend into the last first kiss of their lives.

There are sparks skittering across his skin and butterflies making a home in his stomach but above all, Buck feels his universe right itself to revolve around this moment right there.

Eddie kisses like he does everything else — with an unparalleled precision. His hands land on Buck’s waist, and it’s easy as anything to keep moving with each other.

Buck licks the taste of chocolate and affection from Eddie’s mouth and Eddie chases the taste of sugar and love from his. He lets the tie go, his fingers finding purchase on the collar before drifting into the short cropped hair on the sides of Eddie’s head.

It takes nothing for him to card his fingers through the soft strands at the back of Eddie’s head, trying to get as close as possible, short of everything but crawling under his partner’s skin. Eddie presses just as close, his palms sliding up the old T-shirt to cup Buck’s neck and deepen the kiss.

It feels like forever and always rolled into a single kiss, and Buck can’t stop his lips from curling up until he’s smiling too hard for them to properly kiss. Eddie matches him for it, placing a single, soft kiss against Buck’s birthmark before tilting their foreheads together.

“Hi,” Eddie says again, laughter evident in his voice.

Buck feels the joyful sound wrap around him, feels the mirth in Eddie’s voice like an old sweater, cozy and comforting and home .

“Hi, Eddie,” Buck returns, pulling back so he can look him in the eye. Eddie leans in to kiss him one more time before his hands drop down to where Buck’s shirt has ridden up, a thumbnail scraping across the sensitive skin of his waist.

There’s never been any escaping what Eddie means to him, but feeling what he means to Eddie is a whole other ball game. There’s a reverence in every way Eddie touches him, a worship to the way his hands splay across his skin without expectation for any more than what Buck’s giving.

It’s never felt like that before — like all Eddie wants to do is stay in the circle of Buck’s arms without moving. Buck’s never felt this settled before.

He should want to hesitate. He should want to wait to put those three words out there for Eddie, knowing that what he’s putting on the line isn’t something he can ever afford to lose.

But then, Buck ghosts his lips across Eddie’s cheek, and Eddie hums a happy sound from his throat — content under Buck’s ministrations — and suddenly, there’s no choice left to be made.

The words leave his mouth in a breathless whisper, only a fraction of the ardent devotion Eddie shows him because the rest is tattooed over Buck’s soul in varying shades of every color of the sky.

“I love you.”

He doesn’t know what to expect when he puts the words out there, but Eddie pulls him closer, lips landing somewhere near his temple as they embrace. Buck relaxes into his hold, loosely wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist and tucks his face into his partner’s neck.

When the answer comes, it’s with no hesitation at all.

“I love you, too.”

[theladyyavilee]

are you trying to make me cry or something

i would like to report a crime

I am, in fact, at all times trying to make you cry with my tags, arah 🤭🤺 (that's why we are angst-buddies xD <3)

(the tags are mine from this beautiful gifset by neethu about the parallel of eddie and buck walking next to each other in 2x04 'Stuck' and 5x14 'Dumb Luck')

and it's just, I can't fucking stop thinking about this parallel, okay? (if it helps, writing these tags absolutely also made ME cry xDD) it's just so good??!! like 'Stuck' is The Blueprint for Buck choosing to step into it with Eddie and without really being told understanding and knowing what kind of help Eddie needs and it feels a little like we are on the other end of that journey of stepping in more and more and making his home there with 'Dumb Luck', like he is fully settled into it now (both with the taking care of Eddie and Chris but also this scene specifically with knowing exactly what Eddie needs to get better) really the only step to step into it even more that is left at this point is him marrying Eddie and making it official and on paper, but aside from that he has fully established himself as having stepped into Eddie's mess and life and EVERYTHING and being there to stay and it isn't even something he has to think about, it's right where he belongs <3

yeah I am feeling very feral about how they did this callback to 'Stuck' of all episodes with this one, it makes me so happy <3

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LOVELY SHY WIFE TO HIGH END PROS

Hi, my name is Neethu (name changed) 28 years, I am now married for 6 years and my husband name is Sagar. We both are from Nagpur and we live in Mumbai. Our marriage was an arranged marriage and I was virgin until my marriage, but my husband was not virgin which got to know 2 years back and that night changed every thing from what we are now.

I not going to say this is a real story or a fiction story… I would leave the choice to the readers and do write back to lovelyneethu12345@gmail.com if you have any feedback or if you wish to get in touch.

I am software engineer and my husband is a sales director in a reputed mnc. Before marriage I use to work in pune and I got many proposals from the boys but I turned them off….. I mostly use wear a salwar and rarely jeans. Girls around me says that I have very shinning skin and good body shape, even they use to encourage to make friends with the boys and enjoy the life… I turned them all as I believed that any advances (even a kiss) before marriage is sin.

I was very happy with my marriage and my husband was more closer to what I assumed as dream husband. We had some complications and doctors said we may not become parents unless we go for surrogacy which we could not afford (that was the case 2 years back). Now the case is different….

Initially after marriage we took a 2 bed room house for rent in anderi… I use earn around 40k and my husband use to earn around 75 k…. Similar like all the wife and husbands we also planned a lot regarding savings and about buying our own house some where near pune and to get shifted to pune etc., my husband use to maintain all the financials and I never interfered, I just ask him for pocket money when ever I need…. Like all the homes, there was always crunch and our savings where not going any where.

Somthing that got changed after marriage is my dressing style… My husband use to tell me that when ever he walks in the malls and notices any girls with sleeveless or skits exposing the knees or girls wearing shorts or even when sees any girls in jeans exposing they hip on short tops…. He gets immediate hard on.

He was very happy for getting such a beautiful girl in fabulous shape as his wife…. One thing he was not much happy with me wearing slawar most of the time. Unlike all the newly married couples we roamed around entire mumbai, malls, theatres, beaches and he took me to all sorts of entertainments. He use to show me the girls wearing sexy dresses and said that he use to get jealous on the boys next to those girls before marriage as he did not had girl friends before ( I use to feel pity for him).

I told him that he got me now and he done have to feel jealous any more… Most of the nights after having sex use requests me to go beauty parlour and get the hair straightened, buy some push up bras, buy some 3/4th jeans etc.,…. I was not sure if would wear a 3/4 and walk in public, I use to say that I feel like every one staring on my exposed skin and that makes me uncomfortable… This use discussion use to happen almost every day….

Slowly I started thinking as far as my husband is next to me I have no problem and no one is going to rap me…. More one some one staring would not make me pregnant. One fine day on his birthday I told him that I am ready to wear any thing that make him happy and I told that I will wear it only when he is next to me…. Said that is his birthday present and we had a wonderful sex that night.

Next morning he took a day off and asked me also take day off and said we are going to parlour and for some shopping…. In the parlour they showed many packages, after few discussions we sorted down to a package that was around 1.5 lakh (my husband convinced me a lot and said that is his dream and want to see his dream girl in me and want to have a girl not less than a movie star as his wife)…..

We had the existing savings up to 1.2 lakh and he said he will use his card…. This is what the package covered…. The sessions would go for 7 weeks and we have to pay upfront for all 7 sessions (if we pay separate for each session it will got beyond 3 lakh) it is a combo offer which includes hair cut, hair smoothing, straightening, full body laser removal (arms, under arms, legs), full body thai massage, steam baths, permanent glossy facial (we were told that it should be done every week for 7 sessions similar like laser removal and the glow in face will remain for 2 to 3 years with minimal maintenance once in 6 weeks).

Parlour folks convinced us saying that I have a very good colour and I will be fabulous once all the sessions are completed. They did showed us some photos of the girls who are trying for chances in film industry and who had gone thru similar packages… Going through the photos of girls before and after… My wife was lot more 10 times better and the parlour folks are right.

Immediately after the first session itself which went for about 4 hours.. My husband said there was a lot of change in my appearance…. Should say the hair cut makes a lot difference how you look….

We went for shopping and we brought around 6 pairs of jeans (torn jeans, floral, coloured, low waist)… Brought few t-shirts and tops ( I was picking a sleeved one and my husband was searching for sleeveless)…. After a bit of hesitation I gave up and got reminded myself on the birthday gift on I would wear what ever he picks…. He went on picking some long skits and some till knee…. He even teased me to try a short skirt and I was very shy to walk out of the trial room…..

After seeing my face that I was very comfortable that I am holding the skirt bottom edge to protect from flying by the blowing wind… He laughed and asked me change it….. I told him if he wants to wear that short skirt (it was 10 inches above the knees) I would wear it for him but I might be holding that to make sure it not flying and my panty or bumps are not exposed. Finally he dropped it and brought me couple of shorts in jockey and asked in wear it inside the house.

Our life was going cool and as I continued to go for the parlour sessions….I got lot of attention and feedback from colleagues in the office…. Even some of my team mets said joking to marry them and they will talk to my husband…

In a quick time I was like talk of the town in office and when I wear jeans and tshirt to office….. My god I got many proposals… Some team members joked that they will kill my husband and give life for a window. Even girls gave feedback that I should wear western dress more frequently and that suits me..I started liking the attention that I got in office and slowly becoming comfortable with my dressings…. I use to share everything with my husband…. Now he put another bomb on me saying that he want to try new things in sex and kept begging to suck him which I could not do….The thought itself gives me vomiting feeling.

My husband got promotion as senior sales executive.. Though our salaries got raised, our life also got changed and we always run tight at the month end….. That did not changed any thing from making mumbai jealous and my husband was very happy, sometimes in the malls he wantedly places his hand on my hip and rubs it lifting a bit exposing some portion of hip and my belly button.. While doing that he use to show me some one standing on the corner and watching us and watching my exposed skin (he says he was like that guy in corner feeling jealous before marriage)…

He thanked me and said I love you (it was like from bottom of his heart with a feeling)…. I understood his feeling that he is more happy to be exhibitionist… I got was carried away and asked him to close his eyes, I looked at the guy in the corner to see if he is still seeing us…. He got me seeing him, I saw my husband who still has his eyes closed…. I got courage and kiss my husband on the lips right in centre of a large mall (it was like a quick kiss) My husband could not believe that I kissed in public view.. I told him I will any thing for him and I told I also love you…

Our life was so romantic and I got more and more comfortable in wearing sleeveless tops, push up bras, skirts etc., our life got changed once for all on a trip to goa…. I swam with a bikini too (that was a kind of private beach belonging to 5 start resort and it had 90% foreign guests), slept on the goa beach sand in bikini for more than 1 hour exposing my 90 to 95% skin to the foreigners….. The kind of looks these foreigners were giving, my husband started teasing me that I should behave like I was alone and try to see how of them approach her for a date..

It was a 3 day trip and on the next day I asked my husband if he really wants to tease the foreigner……. After making so many public shows in mumbai malls it become like a regular routine for us to tease public by kissing…. The more daring wost part that happened once was…. We booked for a night show which starts at 10:40 in orbit mall… My husband said it is a romantic hindi movie and I should wear something sexy.

He picked me a dress that has gets back full exposed….. It was very fantastic dress for a candle light dinner kind of….. It is a full length dress comes till the toes… It got a one side cut from above the knees…Me too liked that dress very much but I was not sure if that was appropriate for the movie… He said the theatre is almost empty and 20% seats are filled… As the back was fully exposed you cant wear a bra for that…. It has to go with silicon sticky cups so that the nipples dont get pocked.

As expected we got attention and in dark suddenly my husband pulled the dress from one side exposing by one side breast… I got angry and stared at him.. I told I will walk away if he does it again…

He kept a sorry face like a kid and I was so much disappointed. I told him that it is not my responsibility if I get raped or if some asks me what is the rate and pulled down the dress from both the shoulders. I removed the sticky cups and gave it to him…. Cold air was hitting my breast and I could see he was sweating and nervous…. I smiled at him and asked if he wants me to remove the dress completely. I teased him more asking if he wants me sit fully naked. He said sorry baby please pull up the dress…Luckily no one had seen me…..

That night we laughed a lot and I joked him that I am more daring than him and he is fattu..Back to the goa.. The second day… It turned out like a debate and my husband saying I can do any thing daring even though I slept on beach sand in bikini…. I reminded him how much he was sweating when I exposed my boobs in the theatre… Finally after a little chat and challenge that I will pretend like a prostitute and how much I can earn.

Like the first day I went to swim on a bikini and rested on the sand, no one approached me till noon, we thought to hit the beach in the evening and hut for foreign fools… We came back to the room and I was still in bikini, my husband called in room service and ordered for lunch in the room. He asked me to stay in bikini until the room service guy comes (more over most of the hotel people had seen me in bikini in 2 days and nothing much to shy)…. I gave him a naughty smile.

After about 20 mins there was a calling bell, he gave me signal in he eye to open and he pretend like busy on laptop.. As I moved from bed to open the door, he said darling… Why dont you remove your the bikini top? I asked him if he is serious and he will get sweated again and nervous like theatre incident… He challenged me that I am fattu and I wont find get any customer. He went on saying that I need to act like a prostitute if you want to be one.

I told him shut and went to answer the door with out removing it…. He started to smile like he is winning and I dont want to give up…. I went back to him and told him that he is fattu and I am not the girl who he married 3 years back…

I added saying I am a prostitute today and he is my pimp… I removed both the bikini top and bottom throwed it on his face and said “Lets see if you have the guts to take this” I walked to the door fully naked having a hand on the door nob and looked back at him.. He was very nervous but did not speek a word, his legs were shivering…. I could not believe myself that I was so cool and did not even mind to be naked before other person..More over we dont know if it is 1 guy or more than one guy outside…. I really felt proud that he lost and I am winning.

Just in flash, I garbed a towel hanging near the door, wrapped it around my hip and opened the door. It was only 1 guy from room service, he was around 18 to 19 years and got surprised seeing me like that with a small towel around my hip and round boobs with erect nipples.

I told come in showed him the place to keep the food… He could not take his eyes from the inviting boobs, I acted so natural and some thing like proud feeling inside me….. I sat on the bed and facing room service guys back….

I asked my husband thru eyes pressing my boobs and what he thinks if he agrees that I am more daring and he is a fattu. He twisted his toung and gave a reckless smile… That brought a quick anger in me as seated on the bed I removed the towel, crushed it and kept in covering the pussy. I did not wanted to the room service guy to see it. Seeing my husband reckless I started the conversation with the room services and I told him that I am an elite prostitute based out of mumbai and introduced my husband as my pimp…I told him that I am looking for foreign customers who can pay more………..

He said he can understand he is not surprised seeing me almost naked, he went on saying that generally customers gets the girls and this some what different. My husband added to that and said I am need of money and that’s why she came from mumbai… Room service guy said he check with his senior and manager and come back if there was any request from any of the customer asking for girls.. He himself said the market is very good and she can make 5 lakh for the night and if she lucky and gets a group for gangbang she can earn up to 10 lakhs. Saying that he moved out.

Both mine and my husbands mouth got open big hearing that…. As he went out we both saw each other and had a big lauge on our act like a prostitute and pimp…… Just then I realised the towel had got dropped down and I dont know when… I was worried and asked my husband if the room service guy had seen my pussy. My husband said the towel got dropped on floor when I started the conversation and said I was gave him the full naked show thru out the conversation..He said that he assumed I dropped it intentionally

We both laughed loud and that was fun…. Still the front door was fully open and sitting in the bed naked. I asked my husband to come me and said to leave the door open and we will have some sex…. With all the behaviours till now I though that idea might me interesting with a fear some one might walk in as we have sex… My husband appreciated the idea and came to bed removing all his dress.

I stopped him and said, rules are rules… You be my customer and pay the girl first.

We fucked hard and both myself and my husband giving loud moans… Inside our hearts we are inviting some one come in and see us naked…. All that we did in mumbai was nothing, kissing in public, exposing the slender legs, arms, belly etc….. What we are doing in goa is different (best part is we dont know any one in goa and hotel is filled with foreigners)

After about 15 to 20 mins of fucking in various positions we returned back to sitting position… I wrapped both my legs around my husband and pumping in sitting angle with a full swing and high moans… I was saying my husband that I was actually expecting some one walking in the corridor to peep in and to say sorry..And I was getting disappointed and I really need some audience to build more fire.

My husband said that I got fully transformed to prostitute and he feels like he fucking a prostitute… From deep heart he said “Love you” baby, and said he always dreamed to fuck a prostitute who fucks only for money. He continued adding that he loves me so much and some how we carried this drama of acting as prostitute to so long…. Knowing or unknowing we took it long and he said he wont mind even if she gets fucked by some one…. Entire resort saw her in bikini, room service guy saw me fully naked and we are fucking leaving the door open expecting for audience….

He gave a full approval from his side to be a prostitute and win the challenge… If I wish I can be an actual whore instead of a drama……. He got more aroused as he said that and his hard cock hitting me deep inside me, I was about to answer that I am not interested to get fucked by some one else.. Only he pushed me to the edge which made me act like a slut..

I don’t know if it is a coincidence or bad luck….. Suddenly room service guy entered the room along with a manager and african negro. Both negro and manager were surprised but looks like room service guy assumed that I will still be nude… I am sure he would not have expected me in such a position wrapped my legs around another nude man and having is dick fully inside my pussy.

Manager extended his hand to me for shake and introduced the negro guy as rob and he is looking for girl… Looks like rob has shortlisted few girls for there party and not yet finalised on any and he insisted to see my face before committing… For his delight he had seen me fully naked and not just the face. Rob came forward and to give a shake hand.. I was confused and afraid of this negro guy saw my husband face.. He came close to my ear and said remember you are a prostitute.

I brought a face smile on the face and gave my hand to him for a shake… He came close to the bed saying he liked me and this is kind of the shape he is looking for (my heart started to beet fast and worried if he is going to book me, my husband was able understand and his face was full of smile)…Very casually he kept his hand on shoulder and started rub it… He appreciated that I have a very good gifted skin..He came back to full and I could not see him (my husband cock was still inside my pussy and surprising it had not gone limp even with out any action….. May be all this conversation keeping him hard)

All of a sudden rob brought both his hand and clubbed both my boobs from the back… This was the first time some one else is touching my body and that too my private parts…. On surprise I lifted my head full up to see his face fully…. He again appreciated that I have very nice boobs and he is mad to suck them, I don’t know what to do…. Best thing I could do is to give him face smile which I did. I was confused on the next action, that’s when my husband told…. Please be seated for couple of seconds, we will finish what we were doing and then we can discuss on the terms. (this time he did his part as a perfect pimp)

Rob left back, manager and rob sat on the sofa and room service guy left standing there…. Only two people could sit in that sofa. My husband came to ear and said you got your audience now.. My heart got filled up with passion and we continued our fucking session with full swing again…. This time we were literally shouting and not moaning… We fucked for good 5 mins and some time I was saw these people to see if they were enjoying the act… In fact they did not take even a second to look aside, every time I see them I give them a smile….. Slowly in the flow of fucking by my husband my fake smiles got changed to the real smiles towards the audience and inside my heart I was enjoying this.

I was under big confusion for which I need answer before my husband shots his cum …. Should I fuck the negro guy tonight (he had already had feel on my body and his strong palm on my breast was urging to feel more) or should I quote more around 15 lakhs so that they turn down the offer …. I was really confused …. As my husband fucking me he came to ears and asked very slowly if I want to go with the negro or not and depending on that he will tackle the situation ….. Honestly I was not able to answer that, one part say to try it and other part reminds about the girl I use to be 3 years back…. In this confusion I said yes fuck me fast.. Yes fuck me fast… Yes …. Yes …Yes … My husband took that moans as yes and said lets make some money then and remember this goa trip.

Before I could react and say anything he freed my legs, pushed me to the bed and lying on my back… He pulled his cock outside and came to my mouth, all of a sudden he shot his full load in to my mouth, kissed me closing my mouth….I had no choice and all the cum had already gone deep inside my throat…. Initially I did no like the blow job… After many beggings almost an year back I started giving blow jobs and till now I told he should never shot his cum in my mouth,, though in every blow job he says he wants to cum in my mouth, I had heavily warned him that he will never get any blow job in future if he does.

I knew my situation that I got audience and I wont shout at him, taking this advantage he satisfied his wish of filling my mouth…. As he moved away from me, I asked if he is fully satisfied by the loading my mouth with his cum…. He turned around and gave a victory smile for which he was begging so long……I said that filling my mouth is charged extra and he has to pay back for that with. I never tasted the cum before with some unknown fear… It was not so bad…. Few drop were rolling on my jaws…. I rubbed my fingers and sucked fingers….

My husband so happy on seeing sucking the finger taking his cum on jaws…… He said, sure he will pay it back.

[mysmartsolutions]

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> Test Engineering activities for Defense & Space Products. > Outcome Required / Strategic Priorities > Test jig and necessary automation software development as per the requirement. > Main Responsibilities / Critical tasks > Test Jig development HW & SW.

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    Opening for Automation Engineer: selenium, java /uft ( Walk-In)  

Company Name : QUALITYKIOSK TECHNOLOGIES PRIVATE LIMITED

Location : Navi Mumbai

Experience : 1 – 5 yrs

Time and Venue

8th December , 10:30 AM to 2:00 PM

Address: QualityKiosk Technologies Pvt. Ltd A Wing – 419, Rupa Solitaire (Directions: next to Mastek, take a right from the main entrance) Millennium Business Park, Mahape, Navi Mumbai 400709 Lift Number 24 & 25

Job Description :

> Need a Hands-on coding person for this role. > Working as individual Contributor > Strong in Automation testing using Selenium & Java or UFT or Seetest or Appium > Good verbal and written communication, Understand user requirements or functional specifications > Perform detailed technical analysis with impacts (technical/functionally) > Need to be strong in Analytical

Recruiter Name : Ms. Mausimi Sardar

Contact Company : QUALITYKIOSK TECHNOLOGIES PRIVATE LIMITED

Website : http://www.qualitykiosk.com

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  Software Testing, Test Engineer, QA (app/web Tester- Automation)  

Company Name : Resources Valley

Location : Jaipur

Experience : 1 – 4 yrs

Job Description :

> Hands on experience in Testing APIs , web & mobile applications. > Experience of Creating and Implementing Test Cases. > Experience with QA automation techniques. > Experience in designing, coding and executing automated test scripts.

Recruiter Name : Manind

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  Openings for Automation Test Engineer  

Company Name : Episource India Private Limited

Location : Chennai

Experience : 3 – 8 Years

Job Description :

Requirements: > Understand Requirements from client > Participate in preparing test plans > Prepare test data based on test plans > Defect tracking and follow up > Conduct routine test on mission critical project based on plan > Execute Test Plans and Test Cases based on Solution Requirements.

Recruiter Name : Padmavathy Murugan

Contact Company : Episource India Private Limited

Telephone : 04449101616-1651

Address : PRINCE INFOCITY – II, 2nd floor, Door No.141, Raji, Chennai.

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  Automation Engineer  

Company Name : Chennai Innovation Factory Private Limited

Location : Chennai(Kolathur)

Experience : 4 – 9 yrs

Job Description :

> Excellent experience in Selenium. Protractor/Appium/Telerik Test Studio is an added advantage. > Experience in automated testing of UI & API. > Should be skilled in validation of test plans and test cases. > Should have strong fundamentals in Algorithms, OOPs and Data Structure. > SoapUI experience preferred – writing both service and performance tests. > SQL experience preferred – writing SQL statement for data validation, QA data and scripts through tools.

Recruiter Name : Neethu

Contact Company : Chennai Innovation Factory Private Limited

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  Openings for Automation Selenium with Java Professionals at Gurgaon  

Company Name : Virtusa Consulting Services Pvt Ltd

Location : Gurgaon(Udyog Vihar)

Experience : 4 – 9 Years

Job Description :

> Strong in core java, automation testing, cucumber, selenium > Should be able to play a Role is java dev. plus automation tester. > Should be able to write to write framework from scratch using java. > So java and API, rest services is very imp

Recruiter Name : Venkat

Contact Company : Virtusa Consulting Services Pvt Ltd

Email : akane@etouch.net,anushreek@virtusa.com

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  Embedded Software Engineer – Development/ Testing  

Company Name : KPIT Technologies Ltd.

Location : Bengaluru, Pune

Experience : 3 – 8 Years

Job Description :

> Hands on experience in Embedded C based SW development on any microcontroller platform > Hands on experience in Cross-Compiler, Debuggers/Emulators (WinIDEA Debugger, GHS compiler preferred) > Hands on experience in Communication Protocol CAN and related tools like CANoe/CANalyzer etc > Experience on Tessy tool for unit testing > Experience in preparing the Functional/Integration test plan.

Recruiter Name : Sujoy Bhattacharya

Contact Company : KPIT Technologies Ltd.

Email : sujoy.bhattacharya@kpit.com

Reference Id : ECAN_Pune_Dec 18

Website : https://www.kpit.com/

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  Sr. QA / Lead- QA (software Testing) for Ecommerce Company, Jaipur  

Company Name : RJCube Staffing Solutions Pvt Ltd hiring for Client

Location : Jaipur

Experience : 3 – 7 yrs

Job Description :

Looking for Sr. QA / Lead- QA (Software Testing) with 3-7 yrs of relevant experience for Ecommerce Company, Jaipur. Preferable candidates should have exp in automation and manual testing, Follow black box, White box & grey box testing methodologies.

Email Address : jobs@rjcube.com

Telephone : 8826428881

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  QA / SDET

Company Name : Thinkify Labs Private Limited

Location : Bengaluru(Outer Ring Road South, Bannerghatta Road)

Experience : 1 – 6 yrs

Job Description :

> Looking for Full Stack QA / SDET(S) Who are good at Automation > JAVA  REST ASSURED > SELENIUM , APPIUM

Recruiter Name : Karthik

Contact Company : Thinkify Labs Private Limited

Address : 1521 17th main road 2nd phase jp nagar28 560078

Email Address : kulkarni.karthik@thinkify.io

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  Quality Analyst  

Company Name : Finisar Technology India Pvt Ltd

Location : Hyderabad

Experience : 5 – 7 yrs

Job Description :

> Write manual test cases as warranted. > Execute manual tests as needed along with data validation in DB side. > Create, execute, and analyze automated test results. > Maintain, and or Write new automated test cases in our automation infrastructure. > Collect and report testing results to the product team and stakeholders on a regular basis. > Monitor defects so that they progress in a timely manner and adhere to the defect tracking process/standards > Review system defects and ensure they are adequately retested when fixed.

Recruiter Name : Durga Prasad Puppala

Contact Company : Finisar Technology India Pvt Ltd

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  Manual Test Engineer || IT Software – QA & Testing  

Company Name : AWC TECH

Location : Delhi NCR

Experience : 0 – 3 yrs

Job Description :

> Must have Skills :Java/ Selenium Automation, BDD, SQL, SOAP/ REST > These are the all rounders, they will be expected to do the following > Analyse requirements and create test cases > Automate test cases as necessary, Selenium & Java > Call HR +917011579862

Recruiter Name : Avdhesh Kumar

Contact Company : AWC TECH

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  Urgent Req – Manual Tester+sql+jira+agile, Tdd/bdd – Only Immediate  

Company Name : Miracle Corporate Solutions Pvt. Ltd.

Location : Delhi NCR, Noida

Experience : 3 – 6 yrs

Job Description :

Excellent in Manual Testing + SQL Testing Join – 5 to 10 days USA Based Company having office in Sec 62, NOIDA Good salary. Imm Joiners will get excellent Joining Bonus.

Recruiter Name : Mr. Anupam Srivastava

Contact Company : Miracle Corporate Solutions Pvt Ltd

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