Or You Could Stay

Emily | 26 | She/her | prev @buddierights | Edits | Fics | ao3

[bi-buckrights]

take this longing

hollanov | 2.6k | m | ao3

Summary:

He watches silently as his rival, a man who hates him on the ice, and is at best indifferent to him off the ice, squeezes shampoo into his hand. Those hands that manage to drive Shane crazy; big and strong and dexterous. His fingers are thick and long, and Shane hates to admit to himself how much he loves sucking them into his mouth, especially when he knows Rozanov is going to use them to open him up. “Hollander,” he hears, drawing his attention back to Rozanov. He’s shaking the shampoo bottle in his face and Shane’s mind races to catch up. Apparently his mind lags for longer than Rozanov has patience for, because before he can reach to take the bottle, he huffs a laugh and shakes his head. He puts the shampoo bottle back and steps in close to Shane. “I will do it myself,” Rozanov murmurs. Before Shane can respond, Ilya Rozanov’s hands are in Shane’s hair, scrubbing shampoo into his scalp. - or; set in early 2016, one of Shane and Ilya's hook ups starts to feel like it might be something bigger than either of them realized when they shower together after having sex.

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[spotsandsocks]

Up Close and Personal 🩰

Chapt 4/10 (ish) update 5k M

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85152181/chapters/224847186

If anyone wants a heated rivalry bodyguard/ballet au check this out

“Did you kiss him?"

He actually gasps, how does she know his secret desires. He wraps his answer in his most offended tone.

"No. I did not."

He can't look at her so he studies the television screen flashing brightly over her shoulder.

"But you want to."

The sing song, teasing tone does nothing to improve his mood at having to endure this ridiculous conversation.

"I do not. I found out he is boring. Very boring."

She snorts and straddles his lap so he can't keep trying to ignore her, her fingers pinch his chin to keep him from turning away again.

"He is hot. You know he is. I liked his hands, very big hands, he looked very strong too… "

She pouts at him and shrugs far too casually so he can guess what going to come out of her mouth next.

"So… if you do not want him maybe I…"

Despite knowing exactly what this is all about he falls for it anyway, his voice much sharper than he intended it to be.

"No. "

She looks positively delighted by his abruptness, the gleeful smirking expression is pure victory. Svetlana's eyes sparkle with both her triumph and the light from the television screen as she hums at him.

[spotsandsocks]

Well I’m gonna tag the few who are interested cos pretty pictures are nice to look at @hippolotamus @jazzrose343 @trickygreyarea @bi-buckrights @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 😘

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[ceruleanheaven]

noooo dont turn off your phone im literally inside it

[circledwithaheart]

Teddie Tuesday 🎖️

it's still Tuesday for a few more hours. Not here, but somewhere. Anyway, have a little more of Eddie gearing up for a minor panic attack finishing out his work day 💖

Now that he’s stateside, people fall over themselves to commend him for his bravery, for serving his country. He appreciates and despises it in equal measure. Particularly when he imagines how shocked those same people would be if they knew he had the audacity to fall in love while he was at it. And not with some pretty nurse or foreign beauty. Jesus, if they knew he was a- No. He shakes his head, as if it’ll make him forget. It won’t. It never does. Instead, he’ll excuse himself for coffee–what passes for it anyway–and tuck everything away again until quitting time. According to his watch, it’s just after 3 pm. Only two more hours. He's survived worse.

The whistle blows at five, and Eddie might just tear his skin off if he doesn't get to fresh air in the next ten seconds. He manages to neatly store his pens, ink, and ruler, then carefully divides his work into piles for tomorrow. Finished. Unfinished. Neat, orderly, not a corner out of place.

np tagging some fellow Teddie enjoyers @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @acesartemis @your-catfish-friend @cathcer1984 @fanficmanic @sunsetkinard @sassay-fox @tommykinard @bi-buckrights @lemonzestywrites @midsummersmorn @bekkachaos @911varietyposts @thekristen999 @polyfirefly and any other EddieTommy folks who wanna share what you’re working on 😘

[spotsandsocks]

Up Close and Personal update 🩰

Chapt 2 8k

Ballet/Bodyguard au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85152181/chapters/224847186

And here’s a bit for wip Wednesday and other tags I’ve been tagged in by @dangerpronebuddie @circledwithaheart @rainbow-nerdss @sofa-king-lame

Shane checks his watch again.

He's come here to see his new client and that's what he's going to do. It's reconnaissance, research really, that's all. He needs to get used to being around Rozanov, get familiar with how he moves, his face, the way people react to his presence.

His interest in seeing him perform is just a part of the research required to do his job well.

In his head he can hear Rose laughing, which is fair, it's not a very convincing lie, especially as technically he has already seen Rozanov tonight, has already had the opportunity to see how people behave around him. He could leave if he wanted to, research done.

Except Shane doesn't want to leave. He wants to stay and see more of him, just for research purposes of course. It's the responsibile thing to do.

It had only been a glimpse earlier after all; Shane had had his first experience of Ilya Rozanov in public around half an hour ago. The star of the show and a stunningly beautiful woman he'd already seen in photographs had entered the lobby arm in arm to rapturous applause.

Tagging a few in case anyone has things to share on this wip Wednesday or might like to know this fic has updated lmk if you want in or out on tags

@trickygreyarea @jazzrose343 @bi-buckrights @bekkachaos @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @kyoteugly @thewolvesof1998 @chaosandwolves @monsterrae1 @spaceprincessem @thelikesofus @kejfeblintz @lemotmo @wildlife4life @inell @itsmajel @desertbuddie @greencreekwolf

[circledwithaheart]

Teddie Tuesday 🎖️

yeah, yeah, me again. i have to pause for the evening and this felt like a nice place to share. from a prompt for @dangerpronebuddie 💖

Click. Click. Click. Click. Clack. Brrrrrr. Clack. Clack. Clack. Brrrrr. Zhhhhhhh. The erratic rhythm of typewriters and adding machines plays in the background, same as every other day. Part of the soundtrack to Eddie’s life from nine to five. The other players consist of chairs scraping against linoleum, women’s heels clicking along at an efficient pace, rubber stamps thumping from ink pad to paper. It’s mundane and miserable and Eddie hates every second. He supposes it's a small consolation that it's only office machinery instead of artillery; that the worst thing that could happen to him on any given day is a paper cut rather than a bullet wound. But even if it makes him mentally compare his necktie to a noose, it’s never bad enough to entice him back to El Paso. Few things are, but Lord knows his mother won’t stop trying. If they gave it a chance, he thinks his parents would probably like California. Getting used to the towns and climate didn’t take long. Maybe that’s just because landing here, staking a claim with their house–actually theirs and not an offshoot of his parent’s property–felt like the first he could properly breathe since he got discharged. Like a tight band had been squeezing his chest and lungs, but a benevolent being finally took pity and loosened it for him. Living here is a far cry from the days when he and Shannon followed each other around like shadows, slipping through the fields and fences with hardly a care in the world. But if he’s being honest with himself, something that happens in debatable quantities these days, that would be true anywhere. Especially if they’d decided to stay. He couldn’t understand at the time, fought Shannon tooth and nail about it, but he can admit now that if she hadn’t pushed him to consider a change they would still be slowly suffocating on that adjacent property. And there are other things that wouldn’t have happened. Things he can only just acknowledge in the pitch black of night. Things he thought were left buried on another continent, that would gradually seep into the earth and be lost to time. Secrets murmured in the German hills, stolen moments in a Parisian hole-in-the-wall club, useless promises made in a bombed out cafe. Hushed confessions uttered in an abandoned farmhouse that bore witness to their sins. Sin. As if the reason they crossed the Atlantic in the first place wasn’t already stained with it. The only difference is people don’t seem to mind when you call it patriotism.

zero pressure tagging @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @acesartemis @your-catfish-friend @cathcer1984 @fanficmanic @sunsetkinard @sassay-fox @tommykinard @bi-buckrights @lemonzestywrites @midsummersmorn @bekkachaos @911varietyposts @thekristen999 and any other EddieTommy enjoyers who wanna share what you’re working on 😘

[have-you-been-here]

Forth Road Bridge, Edinburgh, Scotland, UK

Have you been here?

I have been here

I have not been here

Voting ended onJun 9

[nationwidedornermoment]

The last of the classically trained tumblrinas

[circledwithaheart]

fuck it friday

tagged by beloved @soupfic with some delicious words you should definitely check out

like pandas in captivity, these two are refusing to cooperate and just fuck already. hopefully sharing will get things moving again 🙃

“And do they-” Eddie pinches his brows together for a beat, then relaxes again. “Do you let them kiss you?” “No,” he answers without hesitation. “Not on the mouth.” That’s one thing he never lets his play partners do; an intimate imaginary line he maintains as a hard limit. “And what about me?” “What about you?” Eddie seems to study him a moment. “Wondering if you would let me kiss your pretty mouth?” His stomach swoops at the compliment. At the idea that Eddie is asking if Buck will give him permission to do something no one else is allowed to. It’s a wonder he doesn’t drop to his knees right there. “Yes.” ... He considers all the fucked up things he’s allowed total strangers to do to him, to use him for, and how much better they could be if Eddie was the one doing them. “Let me make it up to you,” Eddie says, more of a statement than a question, a promise that he's going to make everything better. “Give you what you need.” Something inside Buck’s brain short circuits at that word. Need. Not what he wants or Eddie wants but what he needs. Because if anyone is capable of providing such a thing, it’s his best friend. The person who knows him almost better than he knows himself. This won't be anything permanent, nothing longer than tonight. Maybe only a few hours, if that. And it’s not love- not for Eddie. This gift being offered is a consolation prize, a small mercy before they go back to pretending there's not an enormous chasm between them, growing bigger every day. Before Eddie hurts Buck by leaving again- and Buck lets him do it. Because the choice is him or Chris, that’s the deal. Or. Not ‘and’. Never ‘and’. Even so, his brain can’t ignore the reality that this is him and Eddie, and that means it ultimately can’t be anything but good. “Eddie, please.”

np tagging @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @rodeoboxseats @eddiesstabwound @cathcer1984 @fanficmanic @sunsetkinard @sassay-fox @super-powerful-queen-slayyna @911varietyposts @keeperofdragons @sintari @bekkachaos @honestlydarkprincess @spotsandsocks @damnit-buck @greencreekwolf @rewritetheending @monsterrae1 @bi-buckrights @thewolvesof1998 @whatwouldeddiedo @thekristen999 @theotherbuckley @midsummersmorn @lemonzestywrites @your-catfish-friend @rainbow-nerdss and anybody else who wants to 😘

[nicolegendary]

"this is what ive BEEN saying" - me about a thought that 99% only exists in my brain and i maybe mentioned briefly in one tag once

[girlmostlikely]

[stephmood]

ok yay

[autumnbombshell]

Good post for when I just turned 27 ❤️

[spotsandsocks]

At great personal cost to my bedtime I’ve just put chapt 1 of Hollanov bodyguard au. This may or may not be of interest to anyone but just in case

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s about 5.5k and maybe tomorrow I’ll do a proper post

Tagging a few mutuals who might not mind too much 😘

@d9i1a1z @hippolotamus @spaceprincessem @bi-buckrights @bekkachaos @thelikesofus @jazzrose343 @monsterrae1 @dangerpronebuddie @greencreekwolf @inell @itsmajel @thewolvesof1998 @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life

Anyone want to get tagged in Hollanov fic lmk 💜

[free-my-mindd]

[circledwithaheart]

Sunday Sentences

working on a prompt for @dangerpronebuddie and ngl I'm pretty psyched about it. thought I'd share a smidge 💖

He thinks he could have been reachable again. Maybe. If Eddie had stayed and been willing to help Buck reach into the gaping cavern of his chest. To reach past his snapped and jagged ribs; to the tiny bone fragments dusting his heart, and threatening to absorb into his veins and arteries. Buck could have even helped with Eddie’s. Because isn’t that what Eddie wanted? For Buck to ask and be there for him? Except Eddie left. Again. And now Buck is probably up to the 105th act of his trials and tribulations. Maybe he’ll make it to 118 before he’s done. Morbidly, he considers it could be his version of Bobby’s book. The one he kept to track his personal body count. Except deep down Buck knows real life isn’t so transactional and eye for an eye. Sins can’t be swapped like pretty, shiny coins and put you in the black. But they can let him hold multiple truths. The knowledge that this is a terrible idea and the belief that it’s the best thing for him. Others have taken pieces of him. He was quite literally made to be used. How is it any different that he does it himself, especially when it’s his own choice?

np tagging @diazsdimples @dangerpronebuddie @rodeoboxseats @daffi-990 @cathcer1984 @fanficmanic @sunsetkinard @sassay-fox @fourhalliwells @buckmaddie @honestlydarkprincess @monsterrae1 @bekkachaos @spotsandsocks @greencreekwolf @dr-shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @bi-buckrights @soupfic @brittwrites @keeperofdragons @damnit-buck @thewolvesof1998 @whatwouldeddiedo @youdeservesunshine @thekristen999 @theotherbuckley @midsummersmorn @lemonzestywrites @your-catfish-friend @super-powerful-queen-slayyna @rewritetheending and anybody else who wants to 😘

[tall]

[dailyhudsonwilliams]

Hudson and Connor photographed inside the Met Gala