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Buddie vs Captain Swan meta

This is for the darling Nonnies who asked me to delve into the comparison! Thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy it! xoxox

Abbreviations: OUaT = Once Upon a Time // CS = Captain Swan (the Emma/Hook ship) // SF = Swanfire (the Emma/Baelfire ship) // TPTB = The Powers that Be (the team making the decisions for a show) // ep numbers: 201 = ep 201 of 911; O201 = ep 201 of OUaT Unlike with other shows’ canon ships that I have compared in the past to Buddie in terms of what happens to them on screen, this meta is also gonna compare the two ships on the level of the decisions TPTB made (with the two levels not completely separate), which is a part of why this has been one of my fave meta posts to write, ever.

A love story on screen starts with love off screen

Alright, so let me start by mentioning that Hook’s actor (Colin) was only supposed to be on the show for a brief stint. I heard different reports on whether he was originally booked for one ep or five. Either way, it was officially confirmed that even before his first ep aired, TPTB already liked Colin’s performance enough to promote him to a series regular. Yes, before anyone at home even got to watch Hook once. They didn’t specify what they liked, but we can assume it was his acting choices, charisma, the color, humor and sex appeal he brought to the character, but also the chemistry between Colin as Hook and Jennifer as Emma, maybe as early as in rehearsals. Once they expanded Hook’s role so much, they had to tie him in with some of the other regular characters. Hook’s original link to the show was the revenge he wanted to take on Rumple (as established in O204, his first ep), but if he was gonna be a regular, he needed something more. So O205 introduces him to a group of our heroines, especially through Emma’s eyes (she’s the one who sees right through him), while the climax of this meeting plays out in O206, laying out the foundation for CS. Just keep in mind that on 911, Ryan got the part of Eddie because of how much TPTB liked and wanted to work with him. In other words, in both cases it seems the on-screen chemistry and joint journey of two characters started with an off-screen love of TPTB for a charismatic actor.

Both ships were given this initial trajectory of enemies to friends. In the case of CS, Hook starts out on the side of the bad guys while Emma is The Savior. He also uses a sleazy sort of flirting as a tactic: when his opponents are annoyed, it distracts them from his true intentions, and it also disarms them by making it seem like he poses no real threat since he can’t even “keep it in his pants.” He uses this on many, yet from the get go, he has a special focus on Emma. There are four heroines he meets in O205, but she’s the main one he negotiates with, tries to win over, flirts with and when the women have to decide which one of them would climb the beanstalk with him, once they chose Emma he even states, “I was hoping it would be you.” Even the way he puts the bracelet on her wrist is more physically intimate than it needs to be. That means we have an antagonistic start, alongside an undercurrent of attraction. That’s exactly what we have with Buddie as well in 201, when Buck starts out disliking Eddie, but under the surface it’s clear he’s attracted (and not just physically) to Eddie as well, to how incredible he is.

During the O206 climb, Hook starts a dialogue with Emma, but I mean, he really wants to get to know her. It’s still something he can rationalize away in his mind as him simply doing whatever serves his revenge (maybe in the long run this info might be useful), but he doesn’t strictly need this in the short run. Knowing about her first love doesn’t help with how they’ll defeat the giant and retrieve the golden compass. Yet, he wants to know. She intrigues him and makes him want more. It’s the only time we’ll see him in Os2 (other than the finale) doing something that isn’t directly needed for his revenge. In fact, the issue of whether he would betray Emma in order to further his revenge explicitly comes up (she assumes he would based on how Neal had betrayed her in the past), he doesn’t try any tricks when she’s wounded, instead he bandages her hand, goes with her altered plan on how to tackle the giant even though it puts him in a much greater danger (the new plan has benefits for Emma, none for him, yet he still accepts it), comments on how well they work as a team, and we also discover in O209 that he wouldn’t have betrayed her later on either (Hook tells her so when they both know Emma has a lie detection super power, showing that she got under his skin, to make him honest and loyal to her even when it doesn’t necessarily benefit him). My point is, this ep isn’t shy about setting up the possibility of CS being more than two people who temporarily share the same goal. This is so much like Buddie, whose compatibility is clearly cemented in 201 beyond just that one grenade call they worked on together in the ambulance, leading to them exchanging a vow to have each other’s back.

Emma’s reaction to him is played in a more understated fashion. She goes with him because they need the compass, but she doesn’t like the flirting, she openly doesn’t trust him and at first she doesn’t quite open up to his questions. However, we get a hint that her real reaction might run deeper than it initially seems because we get her flashbacks to Neal (the name Baelfire chose for himself in The Land Without Magic), the only love she’s had before. Those flashbacks are triggered simply by meeting Hook, later intensified by his questions. He got under her skin from the start. She also spots his tattoo and asks about the woman mentioned in it. She wants to get to know Hook better, too. When he doesn’t really wanna open up to her about his lost love either, she also guesses correctly what it is he’s not telling her. When he acknowledges she’s right by calling her perceptive, she returns his honesty by admitting she might have been in love before (despite lying about it earlier). That makes their interaction perfectly mutual. We get everything needed for the classic trope of enemies to friends to eventual lovers, not to mention soulmates. And again, the mutual nature of the attraction is so similar to what we get with Buck and Eddie, who both want to get to know the other one better even at the peak of not getting along. Buck still asks Eddie questions to better understand the new guy, while in all of 201, the only person Eddie is shown as being interested in on a more personal level is Buck, with that comment at the gym about knowing that he’s a good guy going through a tough break up, showing empathy, but emphasizing they’re on the same team...

Keep your friends close and your story telling options closer

But CS didn’t get a simple love story set up. I’m certain the original plan was for Emma to actually have a different endgame, which IMO makes the comparison of CS with Buddie so much more interesting. Os2 is full of hints that Emma’s intended endgame was Neal. SF as endgame includes epic symbolism: Emma, the daughter of THE Good Guys from the Enchanted Land, and Neal, the son and grandson of THE Bad Guys from that land, meet in the Land Without Magic, fall in love and have a child together, their union bringing eventual salvation for all. It’s the stuff fairytales are made of! I also have to say that I really loved Baelfire as a kid, so it makes sense that if TPTB set him up to be such a loved character, they would want him (and assume the viewers want him) to have the ultimate happy ending with Emma.

How does CS fit into that? Well, my theory is that when introducing us to them, TPTB saw dramatic potential in the chemistry between Hook and Emma, plus it helped link him to the show, but they hadn’t decided yet how exactly to play with this ship alongside their intended endgame one. I believe they saw three options, and they tried to create the foundation for CS so that it would reasonably lend itself to any of the three, though I do think they had a preference. The first option was to set up the potential of CS as a romantic ship, but then not follow through, making it clear that Hook is attracted to Emma, but that her link to him would just be as The Savior, with him being one of many she helps to save. In other words, Hook’s attraction would be one sided, but it would help him to redeem himself and at some point find his own happy ending. Another option, and I believe the main one they were considering during Os2, was for CS to grow into something romantic (and mutual), but not an endgame ship. It would be a station on Emma’s romantic journey, and the love triangle created by CS would be another obstacle for SF to overcome (and it makes me LOL forever that we got a bit of that love triangle treatment for Buddie when Taylor was around, even without Buddie going canon, unlike CS who had kissed by the time Hook discovers Neal is still alive). The last option is again one that I think TPTB were less interested in, but made sure not to close the door on, which is that the set up for CS would grow into an actual endgame ship.

Why do I think the love triangle option was the initially preferred one? IMO just like Os2 is full of signs that SF were meant to be endgame, we also have hints that TPTB’s course was to create that love triangle between SF and CS, for example in the O206 flashback to the time when Neal shoplifted the swan keychain for Emma. Right within the shot there’s a heart-shaped keychain with a pirate symbol on it. Another example that connects the two ships is that in this ep, Hook tells Emma about having been in Neverland, while in her flashbacks we see SF talking about settling down, and she jokingly asks, “Like, where? Neverland?” Also, on the beanstalk, Hook says he can tell she has the look in her eyes of a lost kid who’s been abandoned by her parents. We already know based on the set up of his revenge story that Hook’s a bit of a lost soul himself (and we’ll find out in O222 that he was an abandoned orphan, too). This was Neal’s background as well. All three are, in a sense, kindred spirits. In fact, while O206 establishes the start of CS and shows us SF for the first time through flashbacks, O221 is going to show us that, independent of this, Hook and Baelfire had also crossed paths and cared about each other, completing all sides of the love triangle. Notice how ALL of these things, because they connect and parallel Hook and Neal, can just as easily support the idea that Hook was always meant to be an obstacle for SF to overcome, or that Hook is Emma’s true love. This is what TPTB like, to keep their options open in case things (and their preferences) shift.

I see similarities here to what happened with Eddie’s character on 911. He was brought in because TPTB liked Ryan and wanted him on the show. They were reorganizing after Abby’s departure in 110, so they introduced Maddie’s character as the new anchor at Dispatch, as well as Eddie to make the team more dynamic. Both needed ties to the team. Maddie would have one in Buck, but she also needed a romantic connection. We know TPTB decided on having the new characters develop a romance. JLH took one look at the ship name and said, “Chim,” 'coz she’s a queen. Which means Maddie would still have her romance, but what would tie Eddie on a personal level to the 118? My guess is TPTB saw the chemistry between Ryan and Oliver, and decided to go with that as the significant bond they’d give Eddie. The changes were made before 201 even aired. Once the ep did, Eddie’s entire introduction is all about Buck, including some clear hints at the option of a romance, without committing to it yet. I’m talking of course about the way Eddie’s presented shirtless for Buck to take him in, the sexy tune “Whatta Man” playing in the background, plus of course the classic enemies to friends trope. Again, TPTB hint at it, lay out the foundations, but keep their options open. When you run a show, there are a lot of elements that might end up not playing out as you intended them to, so you have to reserve some level of flexibility, keep your plans in mind, but also be able to adapt to what ends up working on screen. That’s why I think there were other hints at a possible romantic Buddie throughout s2 (the most blatant of which was the Elf Lady scene in 210 and the social media comments about Buddie in 218), but without anything becoming explicit yet. I do assume back then, they hadn’t decided yet whether to go canon with Buddie or not.

A part of what makes the comparison off screen so fascinating to me is contemplating what made TPTB change course and decide that the option they’re going with is CS as endgmae after all, because it might reflect on when and how a similar decision has been/will be made on 911 regarding Buddie. I do think the ultimate factor was on screen chemistry that garnered CS tons of vocal fans even before anything canon happened between them. Does that remind you of a certain 911 ship? But then, I also think SF's chemistry paled in comparison (I can specify in detail why the ship fell short on the story telling level as well, but my impression is it was a poor decision to cast Neal without an audition, including a chemistry read for SF. CS absolutely sizzle together. Chemistry is a mystery that few have managed to decipher. It’s not about whether actors are good or not, it’s not about whether they like each other as people off screen, it’s an unknown. And it might also be, at least to a degree, in the eye of the beholder. I’m sure there are SF fans who think their ship’s chemistry was way better than CS’. But I say to a degree ‘coz there usually is a general consensus, and in the case of Emma, most viewers seemed to agree her chemistry with Hook was off the charts). If the only ship that OUaT set up in a way that could (and was meant to) rival CS was failing to do that, what were the chances that any other incoming ship would? I suspect this is what settled the score in favor of CS. Not only did they become a canon couple, not only did they become Emma’s endgame, they became in a sense the whole show’s endgame. OUaT’s main theme (explicitly repeated) is that anything is possible if you only hold on to hope. The last significant zoom in we get for the entire show is on CS hugging while holding their little baby girl, Hope. 911 is very similar in its hopeful themes to OUaT, so here I have to point out that no one gives Eddie or Buck hope that things can be good quite like the other man (just one example is Eddie struggling from the very start of s5, and Buck helping him and giving him hope in 514 in ways no one else, not even a therapist, can).

Basically, this dynamic of TPTB creating a ship and not committing to it, but wanting it present in the minds of the viewers and realizing over time that none other could compare to this ship is once more very similar IMO to Buddie. After scenes like the lasagna Buddifer one in 601, there’s no character in the world that can enter the 911 verse at this point and win viewers’ hearts as the endgame ship for either Buck or Eddie over what they have with each other. Ultimately, I don’t see how TPTB can make any other choice that would be satisfying (and acceptable) for most of the audience.

In case you’re wondering whether I’m wrong and CS was supposed to be endgame all along, OUaT actually hinted within the show that this is what happened. In O621, after CS had just been married and immediately torn apart, Hook gives a small speech that seems to reflect the decision making behind the scenes: “Look, we made each other better! All right? Emma and I were never a predestined love story, guaranteed a happy ending. We fought for our love, and we won.” Within the OUaT world, where a whole bunch of things such as Being The Savior ARE predestined, there's nothing that tells Hook he and Emma weren’t. So why is he saying that? It’s TPTB inserting a meta comment into the text. As I’ve been pointing out, I believe these words resonate true for Buddie as well, who might not have been the original plan either, but they found each other, made each other better, and have been fighting together for the little family unit they ended up having.

Love is stored in the parallels

It’s fascinating to me that after CS first meet, the rest of Os2 gives each a mostly separate plot, because they’re both still preoccupied with a former love and they’re not ready to be with each other just yet. Hook is chasing his revenge, haunted by the ghost of the murdered Milah, while Emma is surprised by Neal returning to her life and taking his place there as Henry’s dad.

I find it insane how similar this is to Buddie in s2. They meet as enemies, quickly become friends, but for the most part have separate plots for that season, where Buck has to find a way to disentangle himself from Abby’s ghost (which is how he defines her when he writes his letter to her), and Eddie finds that his one request for momentary help turns into Shannon surprisingly returning to his life and trying to re-take her place there as Christopher’s mom. I’ll repeat, Hook and Buck are both haunted by the ‘ghost’ of a past lover, while Emma and Eddie have to deal with their ex, who’s also the biological parent of their kid, returning to their life. When I tell you that this perfect parallel makes me wanna chew glass...

But this allows them to resolve their issues and come closer together. There’s a moment when Hook thinks he did finally get his revenge in O215, which leads him to ponder in O220 what will become of his life if he does kill Rumple. He realizes it would be empty, as he has no one to share it with. This is a change inspired by Emma. He grasps the emptiness of his pursuit since in spite of himself, he started caring about her. It’s because of what he told her in O206, that she’s “bloody brilliant” and because of what she tells him in O222, that they understand each other (as fellow lost souls). There is something real between them that is changing him. The Os2 finale forces him to choose between his revenge and his own life. It’s a choice that he had to make before and he always chose to put himself in harm’s way in order to avenge Milah’s death (in an O311 flashback he even explicitly tells Tink that dying for his revenge would be satisfying enough). But this time, he realizes he does want to live. And as Emma challenges him in this ep to care about anyone other than himself, he does. He cares about her enough to do the right thing, returning to Storybrooke to save everyone. He practically tells her she’s the reason, that she inspired him to remember he could care about others. When he realizes his return was too late for his initial intention, but he could still help by offering the magic bean to save Henry, he immediately volunteers to do so and even to join the search party. It’s during this time that we’ll see them really coming together. That made me think of the distance we saw between Buddie in 5a, which gave way to them growing closer than ever in 5b, as Eddie confesses his greatest fear to and finds comfort in Buck.

O222 still doesn’t commit to a specific CS option, though. It could be Emma as The Savior helping Hook become better without returning his feelings, it could be the start of something that will eventually make way for Emma choosing Neal once she’s reunited with him, or it could be the start of CS as a ship that OUaT is actually invested in, not just as an obstacle to SF. When did the show decide between those options? I suspect the answer is during the hiatus ahead of Os3. What Hook did in O222, when he chose to return, it was the first selfless thing we’ve seen him do. But is it something that means he’s worthy of Emma or can compete with the feelings she and Neal still have for each other? I would argue that there’s nothing in the Os2 finale to definitively answer that in the affirmative, at least not just yet. In the Os3 premiere, however, I believe we get exactly that. We have a moment when Hook and Regina discuss whether villains like them can get happy endings. It’s a continuation of their talk in O220, where for the first time Hook wondered about whether he should have something more to his life than vengeance. In O301, he lets Regina know he hopes they can get one. As their conversation ends, the camera pans from that to Emma. That may not seem so significant, but in O416, there’s a scene where CS talk about whether Hook, as a former villain, will get his happy ending. She asks him if he’s found it, and he replies, “Don’t you know, Emma? It’s you.” Visually, the show clues us in on this almost two seasons earlier, before Hook himself had even realized it, using that shot. TPTB have already chosen CS over SF, we just don’t (officially) know it yet either.

But it’s one of those things whose full significance you’re meant to only realize during a rewatch. That’s exactly what 911 gave us with that montage of memories Eddie has in 315, where he sees the family he recognizes he’ll always fight to come back to, and that family is not just his son, it’s about both Buck and Chris. As emotional and incredible as that scene was, we discover roughly a season later that it means even more than we realized, as Eddie reveals to Buck in 414 his decision to alter his will following that call, officially and legally binding Buck to their family. Now just imagine, maybe somewhere in what we’ve seen there’s already a scene that one day, with the gift of hindsight, we’ll watch and it will hit us that TPTB were using it to signal that they had already chosen to make Buddie canon, we just needed to wait for it to unfold...

I say this because even though O301 lets us know TPTB have already settled on CS, the show itself will continue to pretend as if the love triangle between them and SF is yet to be decided throughout the rest of Os3. Hook surprised Emma more than once along Os2, but as he chose her over his revenge, she got to really see the kind of man he can be. His bloodthirst for Milah’s murderer was always fueled by his love and by the kind of devotion that only lost souls can offer. If that was so intense, just imagine what he’s capable of feeling when he begins falling in love with the one woman who he thinks of as so amazing that she could even make him let go of his vengeance. Alongside this, TPTB still dwell on Emma’s lingering feelings for Neal. That makes it seem like an open race, but it was later confirmed in an interview that they knew they were going to kill Neal before Os3 even started airing.

There are still clues in the subtext that CS are it. For example, in O301 we get to see them as a battle couple again, something we hadn’t witnessed since their first quest together climbing the beanstalk in O206. Never estimate the power of this trope! Since the days of the ancient Greeks, it has been used to signify a pair of bonded souls, ready to kill and die for each other, playing on the duality of the fierce fight one conducts for the person they harbor the most tender of feelings for, with both partners being so in sync that their bond can be counted on even in the most life threatening of situations. And yes, of course Buddie falls into this long, intense (and historically, homoerotic) tradition, as we have seen them being the ultimate battlefield boyfriends multiple times.

Another thing is that the triangle’s two sides aren’t truly balanced. What I mean by this is that when a show hasn’t decided yet, and wants to build up both ships, it will make sure to balance every significant thing one ship has with an equal counterpart for the other. In O307, CS have a meaningful moment where Emma thanks Hook for doing the right thing and telling them Neal is in Neverland, so that he can be saved. She acknowledges this is something Hook did in spite of Neal being his romantic rival for her affections. Hook responds that when he wins her heart, and he will, it won’t be because of trickery, it will be because she wants him (there are actually three opportunities Hook has in Neverland to win her “unfairly,” and he resists using even a single one of them). What this does is cement the fact that the love Hook feels for Emma can help him be a better man, someone who he once was (as we saw in O305). It’s a redemption through love story. And Neal doesn’t have an equivalent to that. Another indication is in O311, when Emma and Henry have to leave Storybrooke, knowing that once they do, they will lose their memories of everyone else. Hook tells Emma there won’t be a day when he won’t think of her. She smiles and replies, “Good.” Hook on his part is confessing that his feelings have morphed into this hopeless, epic love that will haunt him even when they’re realms apart. Emma, by accepting that, is in turn admitting that she actually does want whatever it is that has started developing between them. But when Neal told her a moment earlier that it isn’t over and he will see her and Henry again, she didn’t answer. Again, these are small signs that TPTB already knew the endgame ship before we got Emma officially choosing Hook, but they still pretended as if it’s not settled yet, still acting as if the love triangle is balanced. And I am forever thinking about 911 and what TPTB have already decided, but still aren’t ready to admit...

The on screen parallels are, like love, endless

We talk a lot about what Buddie’s ‘Oh’ moment might be, that instance of recognition of what they feel. We might not have gotten one on screen yet, or we may discover later on that, like the visual clue in O301, we can only decipher their ‘Oh’ moment in retrospect. With Hook, I think he had his in O302. Emma has to admit who she really is, that she’s still a lost girl. We, as viewers, can tell how similar she is to Hook. When they talk about it later, he asks her, “And just who are you, Swan?” and she teases, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hook is usually the one to bring on the flirting that most women don’t take seriously, but this time, when it’s Emma who’s being coy, he reacts with unusual sincerity and responds, “Perhaps I would.” It’s that uncharacteristic intensity that lets us know, he’s admitting it to himself. In O206, we saw that he was interested in getting to know Emma, but he could still lie to himself, hide behind how the info might come in useful at some point in his pursuit of revenge (even though we don’t see him take a similar interest in any of the other opponents). But here, he’s already let go of the idea of retribution, and is admitting to himself he honestly is interested in her, that what he feels is more than just attraction or a means to a goal. He genuinely would like to be the person allowed in. And yes, once more this is very similar to Buddie, who gravitated towards each other from the start, how they both showed such an interest in getting to know the other man better, and we got to see how similar in their trauma and journey towards healing they are, as well as being each other’s person, the one allowed in.

Another thing we have is instances of mutual longing stares. These are supposed to quietly make our guts turn, because CS exchange them in Os3 precisely whenever it seems like they can’t be together. For example, in O306 when Emma discovers that Neal, the father of her child, is still alive and in Neverland, there’s an intense exchange of stares between her and Hook. It reminds me a bit of how Buddie sometimes stare at each other, such as when the the team is discussing Eddie and Ana going to an event as a couple for the first time in 501, but it’s Buck’s eyes that Eddie meaningfully catches...

There’s of course the classic instants of jealousy. They don’t necessarily develop into full plots like on some shows, but they do exist in the background as a reminder for who someone really wants, no matter what facade they may present to the world. In O310, for example, Hook has decided to let Emma go so that she could have a chance to see if she could work things out with the father of her son. But he’s heartbroken, so he tries to take his mind off the pain by hitting on Tink, who of course realizes exactly what he’s doing and says no. Nothing happens, but Emma arrives just in time to see the two of them together and be visibly displeased by the idea. This is a lot like Eddie, even as early as 206, disliking the idea of Buck with any other person, like when he saw Taylor speaking to Bobby in that ep and ignored it, but the second he saw her speaking to Buck...

And let’s talk about building a family unit together! Well, Hook being Emma’s co-parent isn’t exactly a focal point of OUaT, since she shares custody of Henry with another, adoptive mother. The show is preoccupied enough with both Emma and Regina’s journey to accepting their motherhood and learning how to be a good parent to Henry, on top of Neal discovering that he’s a dad (not to mention all the grandparents this brings into Henry’s life), that I don’t think the show has a lot of space left to delve too deeply into Hook as Henry’s extra parental figure. And yet, it does have a whole bunch of really lovely moments that it dedicates precisely to that. For example, in O316, before CS even get together, Hook spends a lot of time with Henry to help this kid grieve. Even when we don’t see these moments on screen, OUaT makes sure to include references that let us know these are happening off screen. And to really cement it, all of O606 is dedicated to establishing that Henry does see them as a family unit and accepts Hook not just as Emma’s romantic partner, but also as an additional parent.

I don’t really have to explain how this is very similar to Buddie, where there’s no question Chris has basically embraced Buck as his other dad, and that these three ARE one family unit, right?

Another thing OUaT did with CS once it decided they were endgame is to give them an epic cinematic point of reference. I’m referring to O305, when Emma and Hook kiss for the first time. Hook, the womanizing pirate, is visibly shaken up by it. Emma, however, is still in denial and right away says it’s just a one time thing. But as she sends him away, he replies with, “As you wish.” This is an obvious reference to the movie Princess Bride which established that saying that is another form of saying, “I love you.”

Buddie have their own cinematic reference built into the ship. Their promise in 201 to have each other’s back is a clear reference to Maverick and Iceman’s exchange at the end of Top Gun accepting the other guy as their wing man. If you ask me, that was a way of saying “I love you,” too. And of course, Top Gun came out in the 1980’s, when mainstream Hollywood was not filming gay romances, but this hit film is widely known and understood as a queer coded movie. In fact, Val Kilmer himself once referred to Iceman as his first gay role...

And God, that epic reference really fits CS. Even before they get together, Hook’s feelings for Emma are so grand, he chooses to follow her to the ends of earth and time, literally. Magical vortex that leads God only knows where opens up in O321? Hook wants to get out of there right away. It sucks Emma in? Hook deliberately lets go and allows the vortex to claim him as well, while he mutters that one day he’s going to stop chasing this woman (except he obviously won’t). You know who else follow each other into the craziest, most life endangering situations without a second thought? Yep, our resident moron in love firefighters. They will never stop chasing and saving each other either.

An additional way to build up CS as a ship and a significant one is to have them parallel the other canon couples on the show, particularly the ones that have such a sound foundation that viewers know their love is true. If CS parallel those couples, that means their love is true as well. I think the most obvious parallel on OUaT is between CS and Emma’s parents, Snow and Charming. They were THE romance in s1, cemented by their exchanged promise that they will always find each other. Just imagine how feral I went when in O511, we had Emma leading an expedition to the fucking underworld because she was hellbent on finding and saving Hook, and she utters the same epic promise of love her parents have repeatedly made to each other, that she will find him, she will always find him. Just in case we still had any doubts, in the underworld she has to undergo a test of true love, and unsurprisingly, she passes it. Hook and Emma get to spend the rest of their lives knowing that what they built together, by being there for each other, comforting and learning and saving one another, is true love. So I hope you get why it drives me a little crazy to think about how, in essence, that’s exactly what Buddie have as well, their relationship is built from the same building blocks. Not to mention, they’re also repeatedly shown to parallel the canon, foundational couples of 911, like Madney, Henren and Bathena.

Another of these parallels to Snow and Charming can be found in the language one partner uses when they try to revive the part of the ship. In O103, it’s Snow trying to save Charming in Storybrooke, and she’s begging him at first to come back to “us,” but that doesn’t really express what she feels, her desperation, so she switches over to “Come back to me.” That switch says everything about how significant the “me” is. It’s not just a general rescue attempt out of respect for the sacredness of all human life. This is personal. A loss that the rescuer cannot bear. And they have faith that the connection between them and the person they’re trying to save is another life line, in addition to the physical actions to keep the other person alive. That’s exactly what Emma is also begging Hook to do when she’s giving him CPR in O320, in those very words, after Zelena almost drowned him to death. That of course parallels Buck begging Eddie to stay “with me” in 414. Also worthy of note? None of these couples are together when one half of the ship has to rescue the other and ends up resorting to this intimate language.

A parallel I absolutely have to quietly scream about into my fist is the one about emotional walls. In O503, Hook confesses to Emma that he liked her exactly as she was. He tells her that he liked her walls, and he liked being the one to break them down. That confession holds so much, like the acceptance of the person you’re in love with as they are, with all of the parts of themselves that they see as the worst, like the love, patience and support that turns being there for someone else when they let you in on what they see as their ugliest parts into something you see as beautiful, and like that awe-inspiring realization that you are special to them because you’re the only one they let into their mess. Now tell me this isn’t precisely what we got with Buddie, when Buck physically broke down the door to Eddie’s most private space, his bedroom, and he wasn’t kicked out for doing that or met with any kind of resistance, instead what Buck got was Eddie letting down his emotional walls as well, not just in that moment, but also later on, when he allows Buck back into that mess, to help clean it up and fix his broken walls. Yes, the most significant emotional developments that happen between romantic partners are ones that Buddie got to have, too.

And lastly there’s of course the parallel that you can see in the header for this meta post, between the time Emma had to watch Hook be stabbed in front of her eyes in O423 and when Buck had to witness Eddie get shot right in front of him in 413. The way that scene plays out (one is fatally wounded, the other is horrified into paralysis, but then before they can rush in, a third party has to intervene and stop them, as the wounded partner reaches out to them) is a romantic trope in itself, because yeah, shows and movies usually only do it this way to one person when it’s their romantic partner who sees everything and is devastated by it. That Buck was put in the same position Emma during this scene, that says everything.

~~ Thank you soooo much to the amazing @buckleyirondad and @madsbuckley who shared the load of giffing for this meta (since there were so many scenes to gif). Your creations are breathtaking and so is your kindness! I seriously can’t thank you enough, I hope you had a blast making the gifs, and that everyone reading enjoys this meta! If you have, please consider supporting it by giving it a reblog, thank you! xoxox

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Right Where You Left Me

PROLOGUE

Saskia Summerhill is seventeen going on thirty seven, with more responsibility than she knows how to handle, the mistakes she makes feel like life or death consequences. A sister depends on her, a mother who wishes she had more time, a father who doesn't know how to cope and a neighbour with his own secrets, Saskia can't help but feel like an outsider in her life. As she navigates life in La Push, the threats from beyond the treaty line begin to slowly creep in.

WARNINGS: Mentions of Death, Alcohol, Canon Violence, eventual smut

starts at new moon and loosely follows canon

3:55 pm, my phone read.

Thirty five more minutes, I think to myself as I tap my pen on the desktop.

It’s been nearly an hour of going over Paul Lahotes assignment details, correcting his grammar and punctuation and trying to figure where the hell he got the information for his essay from. But from the constant breaks of him eyeing Beth Cradell from across the library and him checking his phone, the bare minimum was done on his end.

“Look, Paul, we’re both wasting our time here.” I try to gently say that this arrangement wasn’t going to work. I knew working with him would be a challenge, whether that be from his incessant flirting or the fact that he was the teammate of my ex boyfriend, Calian. God knows what they talk about in the locker room or on the soccer pitch.

“Woah, no, no. I need you, I need this.” he said, gesturing between the two of them. I’ve been assigned to tutor Paul for extra credit. My advisor said it would look good on college applications next year, but to me, it looks like a giant headache. He’s like a goddamn golden retriever, unable to focus on anything but everything surrounding him.

“Then focus. This essay is terrible, it doesn’t make sense and I couldn’t even tell you what class it was for.” I say, tossing the paper back onto the desk.

“Tell me how you really feel.” he said, blowing out a sigh, but his focus isn’t on me, or his assignment.

I watch as he eyes Beth as she walks by again, “I’m leaving.”

“No, Saskia, I’m sorry. Please help me.” he pleads as I start packing up my things, “I need at least a C on this to stay on the team.”

“I’m not a miracle worker.” I tell him, though I wish I was. It would make this a lot easier.

“You can come over to mine, I’ll be less distracted. Promise.”

“That may have worked on Kelsie, but it’s not going to work with me.”

Kelsie had been his last tutor before I had been assigned to him. Long story short, they hooked up and like the dog Paul was, he dropped her for the next girl who batted her eyelashes at him. Kelsie dropped him whether, from embarrassment or self preservation, nobody knows. Now I have the pleasure of dealing with him every Tuesday for an hour and a half. As if living next door to him wasn’t bad enough.

“I’m not trying to hookup with you.” Paul reassured, before back tracking, “I mean, unless you want to, I’ve heard great things.”

I scoff, “Forty bucks and I’ll get you a B.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I’ll write the stupid essay, but not for free.” I press, we both know he doesn’t want to put in the work and this would be so much easier for the both of us.

“Deal.”

Rereading the papers in my hands one more time to make sure there were not major mistakes, before opening the curtains to my window. The house across from mine, with direct view into his bedroom, belonged to Paul Lahote and his father. He had moved in when we were eight, just him and his dad. Our families never typically interacted, especially not in the last year with my parents being so caught up in their own worlds.

I open my window all the way before leaning over and knocking on his. He was quick to draw the blinds, standing at the window shirtless, with his grey sweatpants low on his hips with a raised eyebrow.

“Can I help you?” he asks after opening his window. He was leaning forward on his own window sill, mirroring myself. He’s not the first boy I’ve seen shirtless, but it still didn’t stop me from letting my eyes roam secretly.

I extend my arm out, holding both his original essay and the one I wrote in my hands, “Here's your essay.”

“You're done already?” he asked, looking at the stapled bundle of papers in his hand

“It’s certificate level English, it wasn’t hard.”

“You’ll get your money once I get the grade.” Paul tells me and I gape at him, wanting to reach back over and snatch the essay from his hands.

“Are you kidding me?”

“You said B, I’m expecting a B.”

“Fuck you.” I rasp, this was so not the deal.

“Ask nicely.” Paul says, shooting me a smirk and I flip him off before taking a step back from the window sill and pull the screen down, quickly shutting the curtains and subsequently the view of the boy next door disappears.

It isn’t until a week later that Paul gets his grade back, a B+. He had knocked on my window to pay me like promised. That was the last time we spoke, between him having soccer practice and me having my own responsibilities, neither of us could make it to our Tuesday tutoring session. Thursdays I tutor Kalista Forde, and now as I walk home in the rain, I regret not cancelling on her too.

Cars pass me as I walk the familiar streets, my feet soaked and my hands frozen. A blue, old pickup truck slows beside me, and I know who it belongs to.

“Get in.” I hear him say, I look in Paul's direction, his shoulder length hair wet, but his clothes were dry. At this moment I am extremely jealous of him.

“No.” I say with a shake of my head, getting into his car would not look good on my end. I can picture the anger on my fathers face as the ‘Lahote boy you need to stay away from’ drops me off. I don’t know where the opinion came from, but I was not one to blatantly go against my fathers word.

“There's a storm warning you know.”

“I don’t care.” I remark, it’s not like I’m not already soaked.

“You’re not walking home in this.” he tries again.

“Why do you care?”I ask, though I don’t know if I want to hear his reasoning.

“I got a B, I can stay on the team,”

“What does that have to do with me walking home in the rain?”

“You did me a solid, now I’m just trying to return the favour.”

I think about his words. He owes me a favour. I think about the ride, the stress that I’m under at the ripe age of seventeen, the weight of my family's issues on my back. I also think about Kelsie, she’s smart, maybe even smarter than me, and she was destroyed after her love affair with Paul Lahote. Shouldn’t every seventeen year old girl get to experience that?

Calian, he doesn’t count. I don’t think I ever really cared about him, he was just nice to have around. Someone to talk to whenever I needed it, but in terms of sexual needs, he didn’t quite make the cut, which is ironic considering he cheated on me and not the other way around. Maybe Paul will.

I sigh and round the front of the truck, climbing into the passengers side, forwardly asking,

“Does your offer still stand?”

He eyes my wet frame, my t shirt clinging to my body, leaving little to the imagination.

“What about Calian?’ he pauses and shakes his head, “He’s my teammate.”

Ouch.

“Forget it,” I say, making a move to exit the car, only to be stopped by his hand on my wrist.

“My dad's home.” He tells me and I nod in understanding.

“So is mine.”

“Truck it is then.” he smirks and puts the gear in drive, as I try not to think about which girls he’s had in the back of his truck.

Finding an empty parking lot wasn’t hard giving the storm that was rolling through, being on my knees in the back of Pauls truck, that was hard. I could practically feel the bruises forming already.

“You know, Cal talked a big game about you.” his fingers raking through my short hair as I knelt in the cab of the truck, unbuttoning his jeans.

“You sure he wasn’t talking about Vanessa.” I said bitterly. She’s just a friend, Cal had told me.

“No, it was definitely you.” Paul forces me to look up at him, “Said he didn’t like your hair ‘cuz it was too short to pull.”

I wanted to laugh, not the genuine kind. The kind of laugh when you are let down by someone you used to trust. The long locs of hair I had once had, had been chopped to just below my chin. Though I had wanted to do it, there was more reasonign behind it. Reasons I had only told Calian about.

“Fuck off.”

“His words, not mine.” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I like your hair. How it falls in your face and you struggle to keep it behind your ear.” Paul says as he tucks my hair behind my ear as he speaks.

“I’m already on my knees, you don’t need to sweet talk me.”

“It's part of the process.” he says with a smirk. I hate that smirk.

“The process?”

“Yeah,” licks his lips as I palm him through his jeans, “Make your girl feel special, sweet talk her, eat her out, whatever it is, and then she’ll never say no when you call her for a fun night.”

“You eat pussy?” I ask, with wide eyes, he had to be lying. Maybe that's why all the girls at school fawn over him. It’s definitely not his attitude.

“You sound shocked.” he says, though I can tell he finds it amusing.

“Well yeah, you're kind of a selfish prick.” I tell him honestly.

He leaned forward, cupping my jaw as he pressed his lips to mine.

Paul pulled me off my knees and onto his lap, my legs straddling him as he moved his hands to grip my ass. I rock my hips forward against his, causing him to groan against my lips and me to smile in satisfaction. He makes quick work of removing the shirt that's practically stuck to my skin. Pauls hands begin to roam the new territory, his lips reaching where they could in our position.

A phone starts ringing and I know it's mine, reaching for it while Paul sucks on my neck. I quickly check the caller ID quickly as Paul mutters, “Let it ring,” against my neck.

“I can’t, it's my little sister.” I say as I hit the answer, pressing the phone to my ear, “What is it, Delta.”

“Dad needs to take mom to the doctor, she keeps throwing up.” I listened to my sister's quiet voice, “He doesn’t want me to go with him so he’s waiting until you get here.”

“Okay, um,” I stutter, looking at Paul who was patiently waiting for the phone call to end, the hand he had on her back playing with the clasp of her bra, “I’ll be there in ten minutes, ‘kay?”

“Promise?” Delta asked,

“I promise.” I said before bidding her goodbye and hanging up the phone. “I have to go,” I say quietly, collecting my top off the floor of the truck.

“Is everything alright?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.

“You don’t need to do this, the process or whatever you call it, okay?” I tell him, throwing my still wet tshirt back on my body.

“I’m not, you just look worried.”

“Please stop talking.” I say as I open the door and hop out, reaching into the passenger for my backpack.

He scoffs but reminds her, “I’m driving you, Saskia.”

“My dad would kill me.”

“We’re neighbours.”He reminds me, also adding, “And you tutor me.”

“Fine, but you need to keep your mouth shut to your little teammates about today, got it?” I ask while getting into the passenger seat and buckling up.

“Nothing happened.” he nodded, “My offer still stands, just ask.”

“I doubt I will.” I say as he starts the truck.

The drive is short and silent, the only sound between the two of us is the rain hitting the roof. It’s peaceful. I didn’t know he could be focused on one thing for longer than five minutes, but here we are, pulling into his driveway and he has yet to take his eyes off the road to gaze at me.

“Thanks for the ride.” I speak quietly before quickly exiting and heading for my house.

“Saskia,” he called out to me, and I turned to look at him, “I could use your help with an assignment tomorrow, if you’re available.”

“I’ll let you know.” I call back, and he nods in response before I turn around and take the steps two at a time. My dads waiting for me as I enter the house and from the look on his face, I know it’s not good.

“You were supposed to be home an hour ago.” he chastised.

“I was tutoring.” I remind him, Tuesdays and Thursday, every week for the past year and he still manages to forget. Though today had a bit of a detour, he didn’t need to know that.

“Your mom and I are counting on you to help out with your sister, Saskia.” he reminds me and all I feel is guilt.

“I know, dad. We ran late, it won’t happen again.”

#paul lahote #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x oc #twilight wolf pack #paul lahote fluff #twilight wolves #twilight fanfiction

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Spectre's Holiday Advent Calendar, Day 15

As a thank you to my followers, I've thrown together a bunch of short stories with their OCs and requested characters and will be posting them 1 per day as Holiday gifts. Hope you enjoy! Today's Character: Dela for @rocketcat-ohara

It took a few days for the fact that she was actually on leave to settle in for Dela. A few days in which she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with herself. It was only on the third day when she woke up at her own pace, opened her window and leaned out without ever having to put on more than simple underwear that she realized she really truly did have the week to herself. At that point, it was almost half over.

She’d picked Earth on a whim, a bit of that explorer spirit she’d indulged in earlier in her maidenhood pushing her to visit somewhere new and a little more rustic. Though, she hadn’t expected this Italy place to be this rustic. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually seen residential buildings made of stone. It was… quaint.

Down on the street below her, a few of the pedestrians looked up, gawking as much at the sight of an actual Asari as at the beautiful woman leaning out her window in just a bra. She waved, winked, and went back into her room, leaving the window open. She liked hearing the sounds of the ancient city. Still not bothering to get dressed, she went through her morning workouts, an hour of calisthenics that still worked up a decent sweat despite Earth’s slightly lower gravity.

Then, with nothing more pressing on her schedule than wandering around the city and her body still buzzing with energy, she decided to indulge herself a little. Opening her bag she retrieved the Krogan dick dildo she’d bought when she found out she’d be deploying to the DMZ. Not that she’d deployed yet. That was the whole point of this trip after all. One last fling before dropping into the shit.

Peeling out of sweat dampened underwear, she tossed them carelessly on the coffee table as she spread her legs for the toy. The window was still open just a few meters away, the golden sunlight streaming in through and reflecting off the tile floor the only light in the room. Biting her lower lip she placed the head against her opening. It felt big. Good. Pushing, she took as much as she could before gasping and pulling back. She’d gotten further than she expected. Grinning around her lip, she repeated the process, each time fitting a bit more of it in. Outside the window, the sounds on the street picked up, the city coming fully to life. Honking, shouting, squabbling, and all other sorts of social noise drifted in to her, and she used it as audio cover to let out a soft moan of her own. One moan became many though as she moved faster, working the toy back and forth. She’d gotten it as deep as she could manage now, so she focused on speed, stroking it faster and faster. Her free hand slid up her own belly to her breasts, pushing her bra up so she could squeeze one. Pressure built, and unlike in the barracks, she didn’t bother holding it back. She wasn’t going for one big climax here. There was no time limit on this, and she didn’t need to get the most bang for her buck in a single go.

So she let herself cum freely, fucking herself to a series of cascading climaxes that didn’t individually eliminate the left over buzz of her workout; but instead washed it away like waves eroding a cliff. By the end, she’d managed to fit over half the giant toy inside herself, and even the parts she hadn’t fit were sprinkled and streaked with her cum.

Rising from the couch, ignoring the wet spot she’d left on the fabric, she tossed the toy into the sink on her way past the kitchen. She’d clean it later, but right now, she had a city to explore. She looked down at herself.

On second thought. Maybe a shower.

Reversing course, she retrieved the toy. They’d get clean together.

#mass effect #Original Asari Character #smut #fanfiction #adult fanfiction #not sfw #original character

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TEXAS

2023 Jan 23 (Mon) – We departed Pecos at 9:40 a.m. The drive was quite short – only an hour and a half. We arrived at Van Horn RV Park before 11:30 a.m. The office was closed and our paperwork was sticking on the board. We are in the same campsite we were in 2 weeks ago.

After set up, we drove to Chela’s Mexican Restaurant for lunch. We weren’t impressed but then, we ordered new things we don’t usually eat. Then we drove to the gas station and filled up for tomorrow’s drive. When we returned, we stopped by the office to pay.

It was cold and windy today. Paul cut his morning walk short. We both had to wear jackets today.

2023 Jan 22 (Sun) – We packed up and left Sweetwater at 9:30 a.m. The drive was straight down I-20. We are taking the same route out of Texas that we took into Texas to Comanche to buy the truck. We passed back through the Permian Basin and all the oil drilling equipment and businesses arrayed along the roadside. The housing provided for oil workers is phenomenal! Large hotel-like structures and long trailers provide rooms. One company has a whole complex that includes a swimming pool, game room, laundry, and other amenities. It is just mind blowing to look at all the housing for hundreds of employees. One place had a dozen buses parked outside to drive workers back and forth to the fields.

We arrived at Tra-Park, an Escapees campground, at 1:30 p.m. The office was closed but our paperwork was in the laundry room. We retrieved it and then parked in our assigned campsite. The campground has two long rows of pull throughs. It is in the desert and has no trees. We have full hook-ups that work fine.

Once set up, we drove into town. There was a stadium with a sign saying the first rodeo was held in Pecos. It was the result of an argument about who was the best roper. That event went on to become a regular event in town. There were many giant boot sculptures scattered around town. We drove around and took pictures.

2023 Jan 21 (Sat) – We drove to National WASP WWII Museum. It was quite interesting. The story was all about the women who flew planes during World War II. They ferried planes from manufacturer to destination, were test pilots, delivered mail, and performed all kinds of services designed to release men for combat duty. There were two hangars. One had all the displays and story boards telling the history of the WASP (Women Airforce Service Pilots). The second hangar had a sample bay with six cots and lockers along with two planes.

After the museum, we stopped at the Golden Chick for lunch. Then we went to WalMart to get a few things. We also fueled up in readiness for tomorrow’s trip.

Sweetwater claims to have the largest concentration of wind turbine generators in all of Texas. There are miles and miles of wind turbines across the land. They even have one of the propellers from a wind turbine painted with a welcome sign as folks enter town. Very inventive.

2023 Jan 20 (Fri) – We packed up and left Comanche at 9:45 a.m. The drive was just 130 miles so it went pretty quickly. Half way through the trip, the truck started beeping. Paul went crazy trying to figure out why the truck was beeping. We started turning off everything – the GPS, the tire sensor, etc. We pulled over to the side of the road and Paul scrolled through the screen looking for any kind of warning notice. It finally turned out to be the tire sensor that was beeping. We are still mastering this new beast.

We arrived at the Bar J Hitchin Post RV Park in Sweetwater around noon. The campground is right next to I-20. You can sit outside and watch the traffic go by. There are lots of construction and oil field rigs on the move.

After set up, we sent to Buck’s Steaks & BBQ. They had a serving line which was not a salad bar but had food selections. First, the waitress served the meat (3 choices: brisket, pork or chicken), then you chose the sides: boiled potatoes, potato salad, beans, cole slaw, jalapeno peppers, onions, and corn bread. The bread was very crumbly and the meat was dry. I had brisket and Paul had chicken. We brought home a lot of meat.

I spent the evening reading the owner’s manual for our new truck.

2023 Jan 19 (Thu) – We drove over an hour to Granbury to the UPS office to get my medicine. When we got there, the clerk told me it went out on the truck for delivery. Whoever I spoke with last night never put a note on the package.

We drove to the local town square for lunch. We were looking for a German restaurant but couldn’t find it so we walked around until we came to Christina’s American Grill. The food was very good. The building was erected in the late 1800s.

After lunch, we mailed off the license plates for the old truck. We have temporary paper plates on the new truck. Then we stopped at H.E.B. to pick up a few groceries and a liquor store next door to replenish our libations.

It was over an hour back to the campground with our fingers crossed all the way that the UPS driver delivered my medicine. It was not there when we arrived but it did get delivered an hour later to the gate house. That’s a relief. We leave tomorrow and I wouldn’t have wanted to try to chase that down.

2023 Jan 18 (Wed) – My medicine was supposed to be delivered by UPS today. Instead, I got a call in the afternoon that they couldn’t find the address. I gave more information than said I would come there tomorrow to pick up the package. The gal said that was fine.

I worked on the Alaska caravan and Paul worked on repacking the new truck. We pretty much stayed closed to home today. A bird has taken to attacking the truck. As we have found in some places, the spring brings aggression to our feathered friends. They see their reflection in the mirrors or the windows and they attack themselves. Paul got annoyed that the bird was pooping all over the truck so he covered the truck. It seemed to work.

2023 Jan 17 (Tue) – We bought a truck today. 😊 We got up early and left at 7:30 a.m. to drive almost 2 hours to Copperas Cove where the nearest Navy Federal Credit Union was located. The process was simple and easy and we were out of the bank in 10 minutes. We didn’t sign a single thing! The promissory note will be mailed to us. They gave us a check marked up to a total of $60,000. We had to have the dealer fill in their name and amount. We signed the check in back and front, and the dealer also signed in back. Then they had to call NFCU to get a special code to enter on the back of the check. Only then can the check be cashed.

We stopped at Chick-fil-A for a quick breakfast and at Walgreens for some throat stuff for me. The coughing continues every day. My back and sides ache from all the coughing. I can’t wait to get to NY and get this thing checked out. I have had this cough for 4 months already!

After the almost 2-hour ride back to Comanche, we made a quick stop at the camper, then drove on to the Ford dealer. The process was, again, pretty simple and quick. We signed several documents, turned over the check with the instructions from the bank, and took the keys. We then went out and drove off in our new 2022 Ford F-250. It’s as close as we could come to everything we want in a new truck. We wouldn’t get a blue truck or a black interior but that’s what this truck has. It also has bucket seats in front, whereas we would have preferred a bench seat. Regardless, everything else - the important stuff - is acceptable (diesel, 10-speed, 2WD, long bed, crew cab).

When we got back to the campground, we spent the rest of the day trying to find space for all the stuff we had in our other truck. It’s always interesting to see all the stuff you have accumulated over time when you get a new item and try to fit everything from the old thing into the new thing. When we got back to the campground, Paul discovered a tear in the back of the driver’s seat. We didn’t see it when we first inspected the truck so we’ll have to eat the cost of the repair. I called Bayer Ford and arranged to bring the truck in on Thursday.

I have started work on my next book. I have had several emails back and forth with my designer. He’s done a great job with the cover and is helping to put pictures inside as well.

2023 Jan 16 (Mon – MLK Day) – We realized that today is a federal holiday and the banks are closed. We had wanted to drive to Copperas Cove to Navy Federal Credit Union to get the money for the truck but it will have to wait until tomorrow. So we went to the Ford dealer, met with Todd, and got the paperwork completed. We signed loads of documents, recognized that we have to have the vehicle registration representative from Your Best Address in South Dakota get on the phone with Todd. We’ll try to reach him tomorrow.

After we left Bayer Ford, we stopped at Sonic for a late breakfast/early lunch. Then we returned to the campground. Paul worked around the truck, trying to keep some bird off. It kept flying onto the truck and pooping all over it. I worked on emails from different businesses on the Alaska caravan. I called several campgrounds that we will be staying at when we leave here. We extended here two days to give us time to get the new truck operational. I tried calling Memorial Sloan Kettering to get a refill of my medication but they were closed.

One campground wrote that they could not accommodate us for the 4 nights we planned to be there. They will only give us 3 days. I then had to call the previous campground to extend for one night, then the White Pass Yukon Railroad to change the date we are taking the railroad ride. When one thing doesn’t work, it has a domino effect. It’s very frustrating and requires a great deal of effort to coordinate. Leading a caravan to Alaska is very involved.

We went to the grocery store in the afternoon to get some food supplies. Then we sat around the campsite for a while, enjoying the wonderful weather. It’s just beautiful right now.

2023 Jan 15 (Sun) – We stayed around the campground today, cleaning out the truck and getting it ready to trade in for the new truck. I spent time going through emails and confirming reservations for Alaska.

2023 Jan 14 (Sat) – We packed up and left Abilene at almost 10 a.m. We only had 80 miles to go today so we left a little later than usual. We arrived in Comanche at the ACOE Copperas Creek Park at 12:40 p.m. Once set up, we took to cleaning out the truck and making it pretty. We were going to a Ford dealer to look at a newer truck and trade in our truck. As we were finishing up the project at 2 p.m., I got a call from the Ford dealer asking when we expected to come in. They were closing at 3 p.m. We hustled over and got there about 2:20 p.m.

The salesman jabbered and seemed to waste our time with nonsense. He said they weren’t sure when we were coming and the truck was being detailed. We invited him to come out and look at our truck. Another gentlemen came out, inspected the truck, then took it for a drive. We finally got to look at the truck we drove all this way for. It is basically the same truck we have, only 10 years older (younger?). It is a 2022. I had trouble getting the radio to work but other than that, we seemed to manage well.

We confirmed that we want to buy the truck. They offered $13,000 for our trade-in. Paul had looked at Kelly’s Blue Book and that said it was worth between $14,000 and $18,000. We were kind of looking at getting $16,000. Paul said he wanted a little more and the salesman said he had to check with the manager on Monday. We made an appointment to come back on Monday at 9 a.m. to start the process. Once we have the sales price, we will drive to Navy Federal Credit Union to pick up our check. I called and got pre-approval for the purchase yesterday.

The next issue will be registering the truck in South Dakota.

2023 Jan 13 (Fri) – We left Midland at 9:45 a.m. and arrived in Abilene at Phil’s Boys Estates around 12:30 p.m. We had been here 5 years ago when they were just starting to build this campground. Looks like their plan was executed as imagined. We are backed up the fence with FHU. When we went out to get fuel, we also stopped in Belle’s Chicken Dinner House for dinner. We had fried chicken with family style sides – mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, and cream gravy. We also had biscuits which we should not have eaten but did any way.

2023 Jan 12 (Thu) – We left Van Horn at 9:35 a.m. It was another long drive of about 4 hours. The weather remained pleasant and it was a beautiful ride along the rugged countryside. We arrived at Midland RV Park in Midland at 1 p.m. Check was very pleasant and the owner showed us to our campsite. This is a large campground with over 300 campsites. Many of them are long term residents. As we drove through Odessa and Midland, we saw so many oil related businesses. This is the heart of the industry. There were many oil pumps working in the landscape as we drove by, looking a little like prehistoric birds slowly pecking at the earth. The smell of petroleum hangs in the air.

Once we were set up, we drove into town. After refueling, we drove to the Wall Street Bar & Grill, #1 of 199 restaurants in Midland. It was a historic with lots of dark and a tin ceiling. Small and intimate, it was inviting. As we sat, Paul looked over at the next table behind me and said he thought William Shatner was sitting there. Just then, our waitress came up and said she thought the same thing. Listening to his voice, I said I also thought it was him. He was sitting with 2 other gentlemen. They were apparently running late and got their check at the same time their meal was served. Two waitresses came up and got their picture taken with Shatner. When they got up to leave, I was shocked at how un-famous he looked. He was like any old man you see around town: overweight, dressed in jogging pants that were too long and a hoodie type shirt without the hood. As soon as he got out of the restaurant, he put on his mask. He must be close to 90 so I guess he has to be very careful. We asked what was going on and we found out there is an event going on in town with a movie or some Star Trek event followed by him speaking. It was thrilling even though I did not shake his hand or get my picture with him.

As we were driving back to the campground, we happened upon a sign for the George W. Bush Childhood Home. Ever eager to explore new places, we made the turn and drove to the house. It was small and unpresuming. Paul commented that you never know who will grow up to be president. The house was small within a neighborhood community. There was nothing to indicate there were important or rich people living there. Guess his father had not made his fortune yet.

After the tour, we headed back to the campground but turned into a nature preserve across the street from Midland RV Park. We parked and walked a mile and a half around a small pond filled with reeds and bushes. It was a pleasant walk. It made me miss the hikes we used to take. I am sure Paul is scared to go into the wilderness with me, given the TIA I had last time.

2023 Jan 11 (Wed) – We packed up and left Deming, NM, at 9:15 a.m. It was a four hour drive in pleasant weather through the mountains and canyons. We arrived at Van Horn RV Park at about 1:30 p.m. They wanted payment in cash only. Our campsite has FHU. The sites are in rows and on flat, sand surfaces.

After setup and lunch, we drove into town to get fuel. We also stopped at a local grocery store to pick up some bread for our stew.

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Some post-4x13 Buddie because ummmm no to everything that just went down and whatever the hell they're doing with that promo. Pre-relationship Eddie introspection, guest-starring sleepy Buck and Chris (how often can I have these two idiots—Buck and Eddie, not Chris—wake each other up too goddamn early in the morning; the answer is infinite).

Eddie wakes up.

The world is a quiet, washed-out hum of static and dim light. He listens to his breath, in and out, in and out, as the room comes into focus. The rhythmic beeping monitor. The rough sheets over his chest. The hollowed-out numb of his shoulder where—

fuck. Where he’d been shot.

Eddie blinks open his eyes and grimaces. He’s probably doped to hell but his shoulder aches like forest fire, like a pain that will consume him and the whole world too, if he lets it. His head feels like someone pumped it full of air right up until the point before it bursts. He grits his teeth and gathers saliva on his tongue, carefully distributes it so that when he swallows, it will feel less like he’s ingesting a quart of sand. He knows this song and dance. He wiggles his fingers and toes and notes that remarkably, everything’s in working order. He wonders how often you can cheat death before that karma comes to get you.

Although he thinks Buck would probably go to bat for him, even against death himself. The heart monitor spikes as Eddie remembers with a vicious and cruel clarity Buck’s eyes on his as Eddie shuddered and collapsed. Buck’s wide, deer-in-headlights eyes, all that Eddie could see, just two pinprick pupils until there was nothing else, just the black, blank darkness.

Eddie tips his head to the side and opens his eyes, unclenching his fists, and nearly reels back when he sees Ana. She’s crumpled in the seat beside him, her chin resting on her collarbone, her long, dark eyelashes twitching against her cheek as she sleeps.

He closes his eyes and turns his head away.

But Ana’s a light sleeper. She was already waking up when he looked at her, roused from the shallow depths of unconsciousness by the change in Eddie’s breathing pattern, or something. His eyes are still closed when she croaks out, “Eddie?”

He looks at her.

“Eddie!” She says, raising her hands to flutter them over his chest, his face, his un-wounded shoulder. “You’re awake! You’re alive! Thank God,” she says, fervent. Like a prayer.

“Guess I’m just… lucky,” Eddie wheezes out. She smiles at him, eyes watering, and he gave the PG-version of his Silver Star story in her classroom but there’s no hint of recognition in her eyes.

“Either the luckiest man alive, or the unluckiest,” she says. “I’m pretty sure a lucky man wouldn’t be shot at quite so much.” She presses a kiss to his temple and Eddie has the horrible impulse to bat her away from him like she’s an overbearing aunt.

God, he’s an idiot. And it would take getting shot for him to realize it.

“What… happened?” Eddie asks, relieved when she leans back and settles into her chair.

“I’m not sure… I heard there was a sniper on the scene. The police think he might be targeting first responders, because how could this year get any worse?” When she shakes her head, her curls bounce in a way Eddie found appealing, once. It feels like a million years ago.

“Chris?” He asks, heart racing once more. She glances at the monitor and then back to him, offering a reassuring smile that does little to soothe his nerves.

“He’s OK. Buck’s with him.” Those three words calm Eddie instantly, like someone turning off an electric kettle, the worry bubbling up inside him simmering to a still. Because it means Chris is OK, and so is Buck. “I’m really grateful to Buck,” Ana is saying, taking his hand in hers, drawing his attention back to her. “It means I get to be here, with you.” She smiles at him like he’s fragile.

Wrong.

Eddie looks at her and doesn’t know how to tell her. How to tell her that the right thing would be for her to be at Chris’s side. That Chris always came first. Chris was the first and only priority. Chris was Eddie’s heart, raw and exposed, just like Bobby had said.

He looks at her and thinks about Chris’s smile, how he lights up the minute Ana walks in the room. He thinks about Chris confessing to him, quiet and anxious, that he’d asked Santa to find Mommy. He thinks about his parents telling him that the proper thing to do was to marry the girl carrying his child, even if he wasn’t sure he loved her.

Chris has been and will always be the most important thing in Eddie’s life. But Eddie’s starting to realize that even with a Northstar as good and perfect as Chris, Eddie didn’t always make the best choices. For himself, for Chris, or for their family.

“Can you call Buck, for me?” Eddie asks, brushing his thumb over Ana’s delicate knuckles. “If it’s not too late. I want to see my boys.”

She hastily bends down to pick up her purse and fumble her phone out, tell him it was fine, Buck had wanted her to call him as soon as Eddie woke up, anyway. He catches a glimpse of a “5” as she unlocks the phone and opens her contact list.

In the early morning, hospital quiet, Eddie can hear the phone ring on the other end of the line. Once, twice. Click.

“Hello?’ Buck asks, voice scratchy with sleep.

“Let me talk to him,” Eddie says, before Ana can get a word in. She hesitates, opens her mouth, but he holds her gaze until she extends the phone to him. Eddie’s hand is steady when he takes it from her.

“Hey,” Eddie says. Buck’s bleary-eyed, curls smashed to one side of his head, half his face obscured by a dark shape.

“Eddie,” Buck says, a ragged, relieved sound. He shifts, and Eddie hears him say, “Chris, Chris wake up, it’s your dad, Chris, he’s OK!”

And then there’s another face, pressing too close to the camera, so that Eddie mostly sees a nostril and some chin.

“Daddy!” Chris whoops, and Eddie smiles, and Buck pulls Chris back from the phone screen so Eddie can see him.

“Hey there, buddy,” Eddie says, “sorry I scared you.”

“W-wasn’t scared,” Chris insists, blinking rapidly because without his glasses, the world was mostly a multi-colored smudge. “I had Buck.”

Buck—who settles Chris’s glasses over his face with heartbreaking tenderness. Buck—who wraps an arm around Chris and scoots them back against the headboard so they can both see Eddie. Buck—who had clearly been sleeping in Chris’s bed, keeping him safe while Eddie was getting several pints of blood pumped into his body and shrapnel extricated from his shoulder.

“That’s good,” Eddie says. “Really good.”

“We knew you’d be OK,” Buck says. “Right, Superman?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause of your lucky charm.”

Eddie has to close his eyes against that. Chris is still so young, still Disney-innocent and honey-sweet, and Buck knew exactly what to say to calm Chris down. He knew Chris’s favorite bedtime story and the playlist Eddie made for him to help Chris fall asleep.

“That’s right,” Eddie chokes out. “My St. Christopher medal.”

“No.” Eddie blinks at that, at the stubborn line of Chris’s mouth. “Me. And Buck.”

Buck looks just about as surprised as Eddie feels.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“What?” Buck asks.

“What?” Chris asks, confused at their confusion. He addresses Buck. “Daddy said that I was his good l-l-luck charm. Because he loves me. A-and he loves you, so you’re his good luck charm too.”

Eddie isn’t sure if his kid is perceptive or just putting together ideas in the way only kids can. But it doesn’t really matter, because he isn’t wrong.

“Got me there,” Eddie agrees. “I must be pretty lucky, since I’ve got the both of you watching my back.”

Buck’s smiling a pleased, sunshine grin. The room is too dark and the connection is too poor, but Eddie would bet money that Buck’s blushing.

Eddie very deliberately doesn’t look at Ana.

“We’ll come visit as soon as the hospital opens,” Buck promises. “It’s good you called, because we should probably get going.”

To his right, Chris gives a huge yawn.

“You sure? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You think we’re gonna be able to sleep now that you’re awake? No way.”

“No way!’ Chris agrees.

“We’ll be there in fifteen. Twenty. Ten?” Buck looks down at Chris.

“Five!” Chris shouts. “The f-firetruck could make it in five minutes!”

“But we only have Buck’s jeep,” Buck says, pouting at Chris. “Definitely not a firetruck.”

“Fifteen,” Chris amends.

“OK,” Eddie says with a laugh that barely hurts. “I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Buck.”

“For what?” Buck asks, ruffling Chris’s hair with the hand that had been draped over Chris’s shoulders. “Be there soon.”

The call disconnects with the finality of a book snapping shut. He squares his shoulders (as much as he can while lying in an inclined hospital bed with a bullet injury) and turns his head to face Ana.

Her eyes are narrowed and hard, like ice over a troubled stream.

“So,” she says, slow and calm, “Buck?”

“Yeah” Eddie says. It’s all he can say. He can’t tell her how to be what he needs, what Chris needs. He can’t tell her to put Chris first like a reflex, like an instinct.

He doesn’t blame her. He isn’t mad at her. He isn’t even disappointed. He’s as shocked as anyone that he met someone who understood, immediately and profoundly, that Chris was Eddie’s world. Eddie had never counted on someone like Buck. And it was time he stopped running from that and accepted it for the undeserved, unparallelled gift that it was.

“I’m sorry,” he adds.

“Me too.” Ana takes her phone back with a snap of her wrist and drops it in her purse. “I’m going to go home.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, feeling a little guilty. He knows what it’s like to feel left behind, waking up with nothing but a note and the realization that you could never be good enough.

Ana gets to her feet and smooths the wrinkles of her blouse, and for a moment she reminds him so much of Shannon that he’s dizzy. The straight back, the self-posession, the tumble of curls swept over her shoulder.

He hopes Ana finds a love worthy of her, someone who will treasure her and believe her when she says, “sometimes our limitations let us know who we are.”

Because Eddie looked at the world like a challenge. He threw himself into it like the world might burn up tomorrow, but he would fight to the last breath anyway. He peeled away honorable discharge and may experience lifelong mobility dilemmas and we know what’s best for him and don’t you know how hard it is to be a single father like strips of old paint.

And Buck was the same way. Buck was I had to do it and didn’t you know Jim Abbot played baseball with only one hand and I’m in. You wanted us to bond, Cap. We might end up real close.

Eddie watches Ana leave, her heels clicking sharp against the tiled floor. At the door, she turns her head.

“I am glad you’re OK, Edmundo.”

“Thank you.”

And then she’s gone.

And then Eddie waits, anticipation mounting, for his boys to bring him home.

#once again Chris is the best and most unintentional wingman #buddie #ray writes #911 spoilers #can you tell I've been binging The Locked Tomb series because I nearly slipped into second person like a thousand times #writer can't fucking figure out a voice of her own #don't worry about it #I sure don't #it's all about the idiots to lovers #Buck is just one giant golden retriever #also yes I nearly had an aneurysm at just the idea of Buck snuggling Chris to keep away the nightmares and I HAD to share

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babygirl-diaz · 3 years

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Asgardian Liquor (Crack Fic)

((Just a silly fic based on THAT old meme)

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"Hey there," Bucky slurred on his words as he approached the handsome man at the bar. "What's a good-looking guy like you doing all alone at the bar?"

The handsome man looked up from where he was getting himself a glass of whiskey and frowned at him. "Buck, you okay?"

"How do you know my name?" Bucky gasped.

"What do you mean how do I--"

"Barnes! There you are!" Thor came running up to them and wrapped an arm around Bucky's shoulders to hold him up as he stumbled.

The handsome man- who still hadn't divulged his name but knew Bucky's name- abandoned his whiskey and looked from Bucky to Thor with a suspicious look on his face.

"Thor, what's going on here?" He asked. "Why does Bucky sound drunk? He can't get drunk."

"Son of Wil," Thor laughed awkwardly and clicked his tongue. "there is nothing wrong with Barnes."

Even drunk, Bucky could tell Thor was a terrible liar.

"You're a terrible liar." Pointed out the man whose name Bucky had figured out was Son of Wil (odd name). He crossed his strong arms across his very impressive chest and glared at Thor.

If Bucky were Thor, he would be really scared right now. Son of Wil didn't look like he was playing around.

"Everything okay, Sam?" A blond man appeared next to Son of Wil (oh, so his name was Sam. That made much more sense) and Bucky didn't like how close this man was standing to Sam.

"No," replied Sam. "Nothing is okay. These two are hiding something, Steve, and I wanna what it is."

Steve. Bucky didn't like Steve.

"Thor, what's wrong with him?" Steve asked. "Why is Bucky swaying like that? Is he drunk?"

"Okay, do not get cross with me," Thor told Sam. Bucky wasn't sure why. He leaned against Thor cause he was warm... and strong. Bucky liked that combo. He bet Sam was warm and strong too.

"I may have given him Asgardian liquor," Thor finished his sentence. "This one is akin to what you mere mortals call absinthe but it is much more potent compared to it."

"You gave him Asgardian absinthe?!" Sam practically yelled.

"Yes, and he may have had a temporary lapse in his memory because of it."

"Memory loss?" Steve asked. "Seriously, Thor?"

"Barnes claimed he could handle any liquor so I brought out what you would call... the big guns," Thor replied proudly.

Bucky was proud of him too.

He was like a giant Golden Retriever. Bucky almost had the urge to pat his head. So he did.

Everyone looked at him weird.

"What was that?" Sam asked. "Did you just pat his head?"

"He's cute. Like a puppy... You, on the other hand, are sex on legs."

Sam's eyes widened at that. As did Steve's. Ha! 1 point for Bucky. Take that Steve.

"Are you single?" Bucky continued to ask.

Sam gave him a pointed look before holding up his left hand... which had a platinum band on it.

Tears formed in Bucky's eyes before he could stop himself. "You're married?!" He cried out. "To who?" He continued to cry and profusely wiped the tears away from his eyes. "To him?" He pointed at Steve. "You're married to him, aren't you?"

Okay, so 10 points to Steve.

"You're such an idiot," Sam rolled his eyes and knocked back his whiskey in one go before moving away from the bar. "I'm gonna go. Away from here."

Bucky cried even louder and hugged Thor. "Thorrrrrrrrr he's married to Ken doll!" Bucky felt Thor's strong arms around him and he was saying something but Bucky didn't pay attention. Instead, his thoughts kept drifting off to Sam. Sam who was taken.

***

Bucky woke up with a headache from hell the next morning. He stumbled out of bed and headed to the kitchen where he found Steve buried in a bowl of cereal. He looked up and smirked when saw Bucky.

"Got a hangover there, pal?" He asked.

"Yeah, I don't know how," Bucky replied. "Thought I couldn't get drunk thanks to the serum."

"You can when you drink Asgardian absinthe."

"Oh, shit," Bucky groaned rubbing his face. "Where's Sam, by the way? He wasn't there when I woke up."

"In my bed, considering how we're married and all," Steve's smirk grew wider.

"The fuck, man?" Bucky frowned at him.

"How much of last night do you actually remember?"

Bucky sat down on the stool at the kitchen island. "I remember talking to Thor and then he gave me something to drink..."

"After that, you came over to the bar, and you were flirting with Sam," Steve told him.

"So what?" Buck shrugged. "He's my husband. Even drunk I am very faithful."

"Well, that's not all..." Steve trailed off and looked like he was trying really hard to hold back a laugh. "You asked him if he was taken and then cried all night when he said he wasn't." He finally burst out laughing. "So many of us tried telling you he was married to you but you refused to listen."

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me..." Bucky face palmed himself.

"Nope, I wish I was, pal," Steve said, patting him on the back.

"Morning, husband."

Sam walked through the kitchen and went straight to Steve and kissed him on the cheek.

"Ha! Funny, guys!" Bucky said dryly. "Can we stop this now?"

Sam chuckled and moved around the island to kiss Bucky. "You are such a dumbass. But a lovable one."

#SamBucky #AU #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #Thor #Steve Rogers #Fanfiction #aashnas drabble #crack

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disasterfandoms · 3 years

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Fluffy Alphabet || Evan “Buck” Buckley

anonymous requested: “Fluff and smut alphabet for Evan Buckley? (Obviously separate)”

A/N: i love Buck and I hope you all enjoy this!

TW: Nope

Taglist: @incorrectswatquotes @twentydavid @911-lonestar334 @galaxysanduniversesinmymind

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): He’s very physically affectionate. He loves hugging you, having his arm around you in some fashion. It brings him comfort for you to be close.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?): Jokes, all the time. He’d be there at a drop of a hat for you, no matter what. Doing fun things, being there for each other when your mental health goes to shit, etc.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?): Buck likes to cuddle. He prefers to be little spoon, it gives him comfort, and he loves laying his head in your lap so he can have his hair played with.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?): Buck would love to settle down with a partner and eventually raise a family. He cooks and cleans, he lived alone for while before Albert moved in with him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): Face to face. I can never imagine him doing it over the phone or over text unless it was a long-distance relationship.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?): Buck deeply wants to be in a committed relationship after he works on himself and his trauma. He would want to get married 2-3 years into a relationship, giving him and his partner enough time to be settled and to know each other.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?): Buck tries to be incredibly gentle, both physically and emotionally, but let’s be honest, Buck’s a giant golden retriever. He would try his best not to hurt you, but he fumbles and gets too excited.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?): Buck loves hugs! His hugs are often bone-crushing, and long, but those are some of the best hugs. He’ll hug you any time you asked, and when he sees you, or if something positive happened.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?): Whenever he feels the need. I don’t think he’s one to hold his emotions in, at all, so he’s impulsively just tell you in the heat of the moment and hope it doesn’t backfire on him later.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?): Buck would get moderately jealous. He’d try and let you do your thing, wave them off, but if whoever it is doesn’t back off he’s ready to step in at any given moment.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?): Buck’s kisses are long and passionate. He’s very physically affectionate, and kissing is one of his favorite ways to show you just how much he cares for you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?): Buck is great with kids. They just naturally tend to like him, and he doesn’t understand why.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): Buck would make you coffee, or go out to get you two breakfast from a local restaurant. Then there would be talk of what you have to do today, possibly a shower together, and if there’s nothing going on then you two would plan the day together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?): Nights spent with Buck at home are either spent watching sports, a movie, or playing video games on the couch. He would want to be cuddled up to you, desperate for the comfort you bring him, and if things become spicy, you’d in the night in bed with him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?): Buck would open up to you, telling you about his life and his job. The deeper things, the darker secrets, would take longer for him to tell you. He barely has a grip on them himself, he doesn’t want to subject you to that.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?): Buck isnt usually quick to anger, unless you really fucked up. He’d more than likely would just want you to sit and talk to him about it than anything.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?): Buck tries his best to remember everything, especially the smaller details, but sometimes he just forgets. He usually feels guilty about it afterwards, but you always reassure him that it’s okay.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?): First date. He put a lot of thought and planning into it, and it had worked out really well for the both of you. He enjoyed the feeling that you two had just clicked, it wasn’t something he was used to.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?): Buck is very protective of you. He would defend you to anyone, even his family, and would hope you would do the same in return.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?): Buck puts a lot of effort into anything important to you, including dates and anniversaries. He’ll do everyday tasks correctly, no matter how long it takes.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?): impulsivity, takes too many risks.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?): He likes looking good. He takes pride in his appearance and will take his time in making sure he’s well-groomed before going anywhere.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?): For a while, yes, but eventually he’d realize you complimented him, not completed him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.): Buck loves to pick you up in his arms and carry you. Doesn’t matter that you might be as tall as him and weigh more than him, it’s his favorite thing to do. He also loves piggyback rides, he loves listening to your laugh as you do it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?): lying, bad hygiene, being late, bad manners.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?): He sleeps when he can at the firehouse, but at home he has a decent sleep schedule. He likes to wakeup early in the morning so he tries to go to bed at a decent hour.

#evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #9-1-1 #911 #evan buckley headcanons #9 1 1 headcanons #911 headcanons #fluffy alphabet

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denkineptune · 3 years

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obey me + how they grocery shop

♡ did i write this at 4am? yeah <3 was it the most terrifying writing session i’ve ever had? definitely <33 but i like how this came out, esp lucifer’s!! i think i capture the tired single parent energy hehe

♡ i was wanting to make cute domestic headcanons but then i thought about the brothers freaking the hell out at a Trader Joe’s and i couldn’t help myself

fic details: 900 words, pretty crack-fic-y, not x-reader, edited but not great?? help

characters: all brothers + diavolo

lucifer- the powerhouse

he has a list in his head of the dozens of things he needs to buy and he does not stray at all. his focus is horrifying and everyone in the aisles steer clear of him because he will run people over with the cart. lucifer is the only person who can be trusted to get the shopping done in a timely and efficient manner, so he’s memorized the store layout to cut down on time. he always has the exact amount of money + tip, and he’s notorious in the grocery store business for his laser focus. one of the reasons he’s so fast is because if he’s at the store, there’s nobody to stop his brothers from burning down the house.

final rating: 9/10 absolute unit, try not to scare the cashier next time

mammon- the chaotic cryptid

listen, you can’t count on him to get anything on the list. it’s like he goes out of his way to only get random shit. when he returns from the store, all the bags are full of junk food and not one vegetable. he terrorizes the grocery store because he treats carts and aisles like a racetrack. mammon whips around the corner with a cart with 20lbs worth of food, so be careful not to get absolutely wrecked by him. he almost always knocks something down and breaks it, ending up having to pay for it. the employees are seriously considering slapping him with a lifetime ban. whose bright idea was it to send Mammon to get essentials?

final score: 3.5/10, at least he technically got food?

leviathan- the anxious mess

no. don’t send him to the grocery store unless he’ll already be out and about. he’ll be reluctant to go in the first place, and when he gets there, his brain is fried. levi has forgotten to get the list and doesn’t know what they need at all, so he mindlessly drags himself around the store, trying to find an item that jogs his memory. he might get a few things that were needed, but ultimately not enough to last the next few days. he’d never ask an employee for help and goes to self-checkout to avoid embarrassing himself with interaction. afterward, levi stops at an anime store to relieve some tension, forgetting about the very melted ice cream in his bag.

final score: 4.5/10, beel doesn’t like when levi goes to the store

satan- the mom friend

pretty well put together! he made his own list and doesn’t stray too far from it. he ends up buying 1 or 2 things that are more indulgent, but he won’t tell anyone. it’s lucifer’s money, anyways. he’s much calmer than luci and doesn’t terrorize the store. people generally avoid him because he’s the avatar of wrath, and he’s completely fine with that-he didn’t come to the store to socialize. satan’s not afraid to ask for help finding a certain item, and uses a neat stack of coupons he got from the paper to help pay for the food. it’s not that they can’t afford it, but he doesn’t like wasting what’s basically free money.

final score: 10/10, completely normal shopping trip

asmo- bougie boi

mixed feelings on this one. asmo tends to go to the store with a strict goal and ends up derailed by a demon he met there. he gets the food, yeah, but it takes hours and hours, and beel has almost eaten levi by the time he returns. asmo insists on hours of preparation before going out so that he can be the prettiest person at the store. he gets the most expensive food because he wants ✨quality✨. asmo strikes me as a whole foods kinda guy- he wants to eat well to maintain his flawless appearance, so he shops somewhere he believes is more healthy. the final cost of the food ends up being more than he has on him, so he either seduces the cashier into letting him skimp out on a few bucks or calls lucifer to bring more cash.

7/10, if you’re not in a hurry, this is your guy

beel and belphie- two adorable messes

beel is never sent to the store alone. he’s banned from every grocery store in the devildom. not because he tries to eat all the food, but because he nearly buys the entire stock. belphie always goes with him, both to make sure beel is controlled and to make sure he doesn’t knock the hell out in the produce section. they complement each other well, and when they go together, the twins are pretty efficient. belphie chooses the food while beel carries the bags. belphie is weak for his brother and ends up getting a bit more food for beel.

final scores:

beel: 2/10, belphie 5/10

twins together: 8.5/10, pretty efficient and cute

diavolo- the puppy dog

he’s so excited to see more of his kingdom, he’s like a golden retriever. he spends hours in the store just looking at things. the employees are a bit intimidated but learn he’s very kind, so he gets multiple free samples. barbatos gets the groceries for dia so he can roam the store and talk to people.

he wants to ride in the cart!! let him ride in the cart, barb ! there’s no room for the food, but look at that million dollar smile!! barbatos can’t resist diavolo so he’s forced to push this demon-giant around like a little boy. it’s quite great.

final score: 10/10 just because he’s adorable

anyways the bar is in hell haHA

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buckleyblueyes · 3 years

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For buddie: 23 & 56

Performer AU + Awful First Meeting. Yes, I did stretch the definition of "performer" and what about it?

Eddie "Diablo" Diaz is Major League Baseball's most infamous hothead. He's arrogant, he's obnoxious, and worst of all, after making baseball history by pitching three no hitters in a row, and leading the Texas Rangers to two consecutive world series titles, he might just be justified in thinking so highly of himself.

Of course, the people who know Eddie best, his family and his teammates, know better. The Eddie they know is a loving single father who is so insistent on not leaving his son alone that he hired a private tutor, Carla, to homeschool him, just so he can take Christopher with him when he has to travel for work without disrupting his education. The Eddie they know is funny and kind and would do anything to keep playing baseball.

Including pretending to be an asshole on national TV so the franchise can sell merchandise with "Diablo Diaz" and little devil horns on it--all the big players have personas, Eddie. If the Giants can sell stuffed pandas in little jerseys, we can sell the devil--and who is Eddie to say no when his contract is on the line? So, when the fans and camera are watching, Eddie becomes an entirely different person.

He'd hoped that getting traded to the Los Angeles Dodgers would be a fresh start for his public image, but unfortunately the team manager Athena has other ideas. She sought him out to intentionally stir up controversy (well, and because he's a great pitcher), and she's not about to pass up the opportunity to make money off the Diablo Diaz persona.

Luckily, his teammates all seem to understand that "Diablo" isn't really him. He makes fast friends with the Han brothers, Chimney and Albert (catcher and shortstop, respectively), and the team doctor Hen Wilson (if Eddie hadn't been drafted to the major league, sports medicine had been his backup), during Spring Training, and he feels more supported by Bobby Nash than he ever has by any of his previous coaches.

Opening Day at Dodger Stadium comes on a crisp April afternoon, and while Eddie is nervous to throw the first pitch, by the second inning he’s feeling a lot better. By the time Bobby pulls him out and puts in the relief pitcher, Ravi, he’s feeling pretty good. As he’s walking off the field between innings, though, his attention is caught by the mascot, a brown dog in a blue Dodgers uniform, who is waving him over. Eddie scoffs and shakes his head in an exaggerated fashion: Diablo Diaz doesn’t play with mascots. The mascot keeps trying, though, and so Eddie does something a little stupid and puts one leg out to purposefully trip the mascot. It’s a tried and true older brother move, one that Adrianna and Sophia hate.

And it works. The mascot topples over into the dirt, and Eddie heads to the dugout. Chimney gives him an incredulous look and he just shrugs. He knows it was a little extreme, but he has a role to play here.

A few weeks later, Chimney invites him out for drinks with Albert, Hen, Hen’s wife Karen, Chimney’s girlfriend, Maddie, and Maddie’s brother, Buck. Eddie accepts easily. Eddie has a great time. Well, almost. See, Karen and Maddie are great, but Buck? Buck won’t give Eddie the time of day. According to everyone else, he’s a human golden retriever, sunshine personified. But for some reason he just hates Eddie’s guts.

It’s a damn shame, since the man is drop dead gorgeous.

After a few similar outings and gatherings, Eddie finally snaps. “What’s your problem, man?” “Okay, you. You’re my problem.” “Why?! What did I ever do to you?” “Seriously? Maybe if I lie down face first on the clay, you’ll recognize me then!” Buck stalks off, and oh. Oh. Oh, fuck.

Buck’s the mascot. Eddie flashes back to the look Chimney had given him on Opening Day and suddenly it all falls into place. Immediately he goes to find Chimney. “Why didn’t you tell me Buck was the mascot?!” “I thought you knew...” “No! You said he was an actor!” “Well, he is.”

So, now Eddie knows why Buck hates him, but he’s not really sure what he can do about it besides try to show Buck that he’s not actually an asshole. But it’s hard to do that when so many of their interactions involve Buck in a ridiculous mascot costume and Eddie contractually obligated to be a dick. Eventually it comes to a head on the 4th of July.

Eddie is ducking out of the team party early, and Buck just can’t help but make a snide remark. “Too good to hang out with the rest of us?” he sneers. Eddie grits his teeth. “Actually, I have to go home to my son.” Buck looks shocked. “You’ve got a kid?”

“Christopher, he’s my world.” He shows Buck a picture on his phone.

“He’s super adorable, I love kids.” Buck’s entire demeanor has softened now, to the point where Eddie thinks he might be receptive to an apology, so he sighs and puts his phone away..

“Look, I’m sorry about how I act during games, and about tripping you. But you have to know that it’s all a performance. A marketing scheme. It’s not really who I am.”

“Oh.” Buck shakes his head. “I feel really dumb now.”

“Don’t worry about,” Eddie smiles. “Let’s just start over. Friends?”

Buck shakes his hand and returns his smile. “Friends.”

Of course, the “friends” thing can only last so long because Buck is, as previously mentioned, gorgeous. But he’s also thoughtful and sweet and endearingly dorky now that he doesn’t think Eddie is a total dickhead, not to mention Christopher adores him. So, yeah, Eddie’s a goner. Lucky for him, it kinda seems like Buck might be just as gone.

They’re together by post-season. Somehow, Albert won the bet.

#buddie #can you tell I like baseball #the dodgers don't have a mascot in real life #anyways baseball player!eddie is a god tier concept imo

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hmslusitania · 3 years

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Prompt: AU to 2.01. during the workout scene Eddie brings up Abby and Buck feels hurt and betrayed that Chim would share his private life with basically a stranger. When Chim says Eddie’s cool Buck says he can be wary of the new guy who gets so comfortable right off the bat when Buck himself got hazed like crazy as a probie. When Chim says Abby’s not a big deal Buck turns to Eddie and asks if he found his abandonment amusing. Eddie feels horrible and Chim finally understands his screw up. Buddie

Hi Anon! I’m not 100% sure this will satisfy your prompt, for which I apologise. That said, in a longer fic I’m currently working on, this scene gets examined hardcore from both Buck and Eddie’s POV and I hope to post that fic soon, so if this does not quite do it, hopefully that will. All that said, I do hope you enjoy this:

The kid is like a brother to him, but good god. It’s only Eddie’s second shift and they haven’t even all clocked in yet, and Buck is already being a dick. Chimney sighs – on the inside – and keeps buttoning his shirt while Buck slams locker doors and Eddie just tries to change.

When Buck finally stomps out of the locker room, Eddie takes a second and then turns to Chim.

“So, is it just me, or…”

“Try not to take it personally,” Chim recommends. He likes Eddie, has liked him since they met. It’s nice to have another medic on the shift, even if Eddie isn’t certified as a paramedic like him and Hen. Bobby’s and Buck’s EMT certification is great and useful but sometimes that little bit of extra medical knowledge comes in handy.

“So he’s just a dick to everyone?” Eddie asks.

Chim sighs. “Nah,” he says. “He’s just – look, the kid’s got a heart of gold, he really does, and most of the time he’s the sweetest guy you’ll meet, like a giant 6’2 golden retriever, but his first serious girlfriend just dumped him and then ghosted him, and he’s been a bit…in a bad mood.”

Although, now that he thinks about it, Buck’s straight up denial about Abby having dumped him has kept his mood afloat well enough. Up until Eddie showed up at the 118. But Chimney can’t fathom how the two would be related.

Eddie nods like that makes sense and they continue getting ready for their shift.

Chimney does his best to stay out of Buck’s way for most of the morning. It’s only by coincidence he finds himself in the gym at the same time as Buck and Eddie. Buck, clearly trying to comfort himself with the hot firefighter calendar, starts taking selfies over by the bench press.

Chimney does not know why Eddie decides to start something.

“You’re in the wrong light, man,” Eddie says. Chim frowns. Light? For a selfie?

“Some of us don’t need lighting to look good,” Buck shoots back.

Chim glances at Buck, but he’s distracted by himself.

“Hey, Eddie? What did you mean by the wrong light?” Chim asks.

Eddie explains about warm side lighting as opposed to flat blue light, and shows off the pictures his niece had taken for him. Chimney doubts that most of the effect is just because of lighting. As he’d pointed out on Eddie’s first shift, that is a beautiful man.

Still, having well done photos can’t hurt.

“You think she’d be willing to take my pictures for me? I’m told I photograph like an Asian Fabio,” Chim says, which gets him a laugh from Eddie.

“Sure she would,” he says.

And then, of course, Hurricane Buck.

“You shouldn’t get his hopes up,” he says to Eddie, all glower. “No offence, Chim.”

Chimney isn’t sure how he’s supposed to take that as anything but offensive. But—

He’s got a heart of gold, Chim reminds himself. He’s got a goddamn heart of gold.

“None taken,” he says, heading back to his bench dips. “Evan.”

He gets maybe two reps in before he hears Eddie say, “Okay, man, what’s your problem?”

Chimney winces and looks over to see Buck getting up in Eddie’s face.

“Okay, you,” Buck says. Chimney frowns. Eddie? It really is personal? “You’re my problem. Your comfort level. You’re – you’re not supposed to just walk in here like you’ve been here for years. There’s supposed to be a getting-to-know-you period. You’re meant to respect your elders.”

That’s what Buck is pissed about?

“You’re not his elder, Buck,” Chim points out. As he says it, he realises he doesn’t actually know how old Eddie is. He’s been assuming due to his work history that he’s on the other side of thirty from Buck, but he doesn’t actually know.

“Look,” Eddie says. He sounds calm and rational, in complete contrast to Buck’s anger and irritation, which Chim takes as a good sign. “I in no way meant to, uh, be too familiar or step on anybody’s toes. I know you’re going through some personal stuff right now.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Chimney can see Buck flinch.

“What personal stuff?” he asks.

Whoops.

“I know your girlfriend recently broke up with you and you’re coming to terms with that,” Eddie says.

“No, I’m not,” Buck says. Which, points for honesty, Chim thinks. “And she didn’t break up with me. Who told you that?”

When they both turn to look at him, Chim tries to melt into his exercise equipment.

“I’m just saying, I hear you’re a good guy, and I’m sorry you’re going through pain but you don’t need to take it out on me,” Eddie says.

“I’m not in pain,” Buck snaps, wounded.

Chim doesn’t mean to heave a dramatic sigh, but it happens. Buck rounds on him.

“And why are you telling all of my personal shit to strangers?” Buck asks.

Chim winces. There are a lot of reasons – Eddie asked; Eddie is already a clear part of the team, not a stranger; because Chimney’s worried about him and gossip is how they deal with things at the 118; but he doesn’t think Buck’s in a mood to accept any of those.

“I asked if you were pissed at me or something else,” Eddie says. “And I’m sorry about your girlfriend, man, I know what it’s like to have someone you thought loved you disappear on you in the dead of night.”

Chimney stops doing his dips and turns to scan Eddie, concerned. But Eddie’s just looking at Buck.

“She didn’t – I drove her to the airport,” Buck says.

He sounds so damn small and vulnerable that despite how much of a dick he’s been recently, Chim kind of wants to just hug him. He’s spent so much of the past four months since Abby left acting like he was completely fine most of the time, and so they hadn’t really…

Well, they hadn’t been there for him. Bobby’s got his reasons, Chim knows, since Hen’s almost certainly right about the secret Bobby-Athena relationship going on in the background. But Chim and Hen could’ve done better.

“Look, man, all I can tell you is that staying in denial isn’t gonna help,” Eddie says. “You’re still gonna get the divorce papers in the mail eventually.”

“We weren’t—” Buck starts and Chimney almost jumps into the conversation to make sure Buck isn’t actually that stupid. “Oh.”

“Truce?” Eddie asks, taking off one of his boxing gloves and holding his hand out in Buck’s direction.

Buck swallows and, after a long, awkward moment, takes Eddie’s hand. “You’re still a probie.”

“I promise you, there is no worse hazing you can do to me than the guys in Afghanistan already did,” Eddie says.

Chimney wonders if he feels like eating those words later that night when Eddie and Buck get into an ambulance with a live grenade. Chim and Hen aren’t on the call with them, since they were already doing a transport from the previous call, but when they all get back to the station, something has clearly shifted between Buck and Eddie.

“You two idiots got in an ambulance with a live grenade?” Hen demands, hands on her hips. Chim has seen her deploy this expression at Denny before. It usually gets her immediate apologies and chagrin.

“Eddie was an army medic,” Buck says. “We were totally safe.”

“Until the ambulance exploded,” Eddie points out.

“Yeah, but we weren’t in it anymore,” Buck says, knocking his shoulder into Eddie’s while they sit at the kitchen counter together. Hen shakes her head slowly, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. “And besides! We saved the patient.”

“Which is what matters,” Eddie adds.

Hen throws her hands up, exasperated. “I’m so glad there are two of you now.”

She stalks off and Chim watches while Buck and Eddie exchange bright smiles. Chim couldn’t say for sure, but he thinks the last time Buck smiled like that, he was talking to Abby. Which is certainly a development Chim didn’t see coming.

He finds Buck later in the bunks.

“Hey,” he says, knocking on Buck’s partition. Buck isn’t asleep, he’s just scrolling through his phone. “Got a sec?”

“Sure,” Buck says, sitting up and dropping his phone into his lap.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Chim says. “Telling Eddie about Abby, I mean. I don’t think any of us really realised how much you’re still hurting over that.”

“I’m fine,” Buck says. It’s too quick, and just a bit too sharp to be genuine.

Chim just waits.

“I’m – I’ve – I’ve been single for four months, haven’t I?” Buck asks quietly.

“Yeah,” Chim says, because Eddie had pointed out, denial just hurts more.

“Great,” Buck says. He clears his throat a couple times like he’s trying to get rid of a blockage. Chimney takes that as an opportunity to clap him on the shoulder.

“You’ve still got your family,” Chim says. “By which I mean the 118, because as far as you’ve said, you may as well have sprung out of the ground fully formed.”

Buck snorts. “I’ve got a sister,” he says, which is the first biological family member Chimney has ever heard Buck mention. “Maddie. She’s actually sleeping on my couch right now.”

“God, a female Buck,” Chim says. “I can’t even imagine how terrifying that must be.”

Buck scoffs and elbows him. “She’s not like me at all. You might even like her. She’s basically the best person ever, just a heart of pure gold.”

Chimney doesn’t quite trust Buck’s judgement when it comes to his sister, but if he’s right, well…

“Certain shitty comments you’ve made recently aside, that sounds exactly like you, Buckaroo,” Chim says.

“Thanks, Chim,” Buck says and sounds like he means it. “And I’m sorry for being a dick.”

Chim nods and claps him on the shoulder again before turning to head back to his own bunk.

“Hey, Chim?”

Chimney pauses.

“Do you think Eddie’s—”

Chimney waits, but all Buck says is “never mind.”

Their next call isn’t until morning when they find a group of idiots who have cemented their friend’s head into a microwave. When the kid falls into a pool, Buck jumps in to save him without hesitation and Eddie is only a split second behind him.

Chim doesn’t think about it until they’re all back at the station and changing out for the end of shift, but he thinks that this particular level of drift compatibility between Buck and Eddie might be a bit of a dangerous thing.

When they’re all back in civvies, Eddie says goodbye to everyone and starts to leave, only for Buck to follow him out, calling, “Hey! Eddie! There’s a really great brunch place down the street if you want to grab something, maybe?”

Chim and Hen watch them go, and wait until they’ve both driven off – together, even if in separate vehicles – before commenting.

“They’re gonna give us all heart attacks, aren’t they,” Hen says, resigned.

“Oh yeah,” Chim agrees.

“At least Buck seems happier?” Hen asks.

“Small victories,” Chim replies. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“See you then,” she says, going back to cleaning her locker.

Chimney only makes it as far as the parking lot before he’s stopped dead in his tracks by a breathtakingly beautiful woman. He’s never been a poetry kind of guy, but he’s pretty sure he could wax poetic about the bright stars in her eyes for several days if pressed. It doesn’t hurt that she’s holding a large Tupperware of baked goods.

“How can I help?” Chim asks, swallowing his gum. There’s nowhere to spit it out and no way to do that in front of a pretty girl that doesn’t look tacky.

“I was actually looking for Evan Buckley,” she says. “I wanted to surprise him. He said he was having a kind of intense shift.”

Chimney feels an instant spike of envy, and then realises who she is.

“You must be Buck’s sister,” he says.

“I am,” she agrees. “Maddie Kendall. Well, Buckley, again, I guess.”

“I’m Chimney,” he says, offering her his hand to shake.

She balances the container of baked goods on one forearm and shakes his hand. “It’s nice to put a face to a name. Buck says you’re one of the best guys at the station.”

Chimney can’t help but smile at that. “That’s funny, I was just saying the same thing about him.”

Maddie laughs and Chimney is struck by the desire to make her laugh always.

He stands there, grinning at her like an idiot, for much longer than he should until Maddie finally says, “So, where would I find him?”

“Oh! Sorry! You just missed him,” Chimney says. “He already left for a brunch date with the probie.”

Maddie’s eyebrows lift, delighted. “A date?”

Chim shrugs. “I’m not sure either of them knows that part, but definitely.”

“How about I put these down somewhere and you tell me absolutely everything,” Maddie suggests, holding up the box of muffins.

“I don’t know if I should,” Chim says, showing her up the stairs to the loft where D shift are working on the coffee maker. “I kinda got in trouble for telling people things about him recently.”

“Mm, big sister’s prerogative,” Maddie says, happily accepting the cup of coffee Chimney offers her.

“Okay, but if he yells at me again, I’m blaming you,” Chimney says. He takes one of the muffins from the now open container and groans. So not only is she gorgeous and the best person ever by Buck’s estimation, she can also cook and she thinks Chimney is funny. “These are amazing.”

“Thank you,” Maddie says. “And I’m sure we can work something out about Buck re blame. So long as you dish.”

Chimney grins. “Deal.”

#the ghost ship scribbles #the ghost ship answers questions #9-1-1 #9-1-1 fic #pre-buddie #pre-madney #2x01 revisioning #Anonymous

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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Let’s Do That Again ~ KSJ [Request] [Part 2]

↬↬↬Word Count: 1.5K (I’m sorry it’s so short)

↬↬↬Genre: Fluff, Crack???

↬↬↬Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader x BFF!Jungkook

↬↬↬ PART ONE!

↬↬↬A/n: I’m sure my writing is getting shorter :(( Hope this is okay for you thought sweetie.

Jin was careful this time he wanted to make sure he knew what you were doing when you were going out,

"Jin, it's nothing. Just a walk." You promised him as he walked you to the front door of your shared apartment, Jungkook was standing there in a coat looking at you with a giant smile plastered across his face.

"You said that last time and ended up in the hospital." You smiled sheepishly at him and looked over your shoulder Jungkook was getting impatient.

"Baby I promise, it's just a walk around Seoul and we'll be back." He nodded and kissed you goodbye watching you walk down the steps over to Jungkook before disappearing back into the house. It had only been a couple of weeks since you got your cast off from your last outing with Jungkook so you could understand why he was so nervous about this,

"It's just a walk right? I didn't just lie to my boyfriend?" You asked Jungkook as you passed by motorbikes and he nodded his head putting his hands into his pocket. It was autumn which meant there weren't many adventurous things you could get up to and he wanted you to get a break from the house, you'd been stuck in the apartment for so long he thought it would be like rescuing Rapunzel from her tower but Jin just let you go as long as you promised to be safe.

"A walk around the Han River, we'll get some photos and then we'll head back. Nothing dangerous I already got the speech from Namjoon to take it easy with you." You laughed as you rounded the corner and continued walking in the direction of the Han river.

"So we're officially Namjooning today?" He nodded and linked your arms together as you walked, the best of friends reunited finally.

"We're Namjooning." He confirmed walking faster towards the Han River and wanting to get some hot chocolate while you walked, you looked at him and noticed he had his video camera so he was probably going to make one of his classic G.C.F movies while he was out with you which would be nice for the fans.

Back at the apartment, Jin was nervously checking his phone every five minutes still unsure if he trusted you and Jungkook alone together again, he knew you probably weren't going to do anything dangerous but it didn't stop his mind from wandering about what you were doing and if you were okay. Ever since you broke your wrist he'd been on edge, wondering what you were doing while he was at work and if you were resting like you should have been. He locked his phone and put it back down onto the coffee table deciding he needed to do something else to occupy his mind while you were away.

"Jungkook! Look!" You yelled pulling him away from the fence by the river and pointing at the Golden Retriever that was walking over to you carrying a ball in his mouth,

"Hi baby," You giggled bending down and stroking him, he was a ball of fluff in your hands as soon as you touched him and he dropped onto the floor rolling on his back so you would rub his stomach.

"Hi cooper, you're so cute." You giggled putting on a voice and rubbing his stomach, Jungkook had been filming the whole thing and laughed as you knew the dog's name,

"You can talk to dogs?" You scoffed at him and showed him the name dog on the collar around the dog's neck,

"I knew that." You hummed and watched as the dog got up and ran back over to his owner who was calling him,

"Hey! You forgot your ball!" You called out but the owner wasn't listening, Jungkook being Jungkook decided not to call after the owner but began barking to the dog you stared at him and then at the dog which actually stopped and turned to look at you both.

"It's working?" You laughed looking as Jungkook continued to bark but then the dog barked back shocking you both, you started laughing so hard you couldn't breathe but Jungkook continued to bark back and forth with the dog.

"W-What's he doing?" You asked between your laughing fit as you noticed the owner of cooper on the phone to someone, you looked as he stared at you and Jungkook shaking his head but you and Jungkook continued laughing so hard you couldn't concentrate.

"Sorry officer, it was just funny." You giggled as you tried to calm down, the owner of the dog had called the police on you both for being ''under the influence of alcohol'' which was so far from the truth.

"We're not drunk," You laughed trying to be serious but you couldn't take anything seriously when you were in the middle of a laughing fit, Jungkook was stood behind the officer staring at you as you tried to clear everything up but he was laughing as well.

"If you don't behave I will have no choice but to take you both in." You closed your mouth and tried to be serious but as soon as the officer looked back at you, you burst into laughter and he groaned arresting you and putting you into handcuffs before turning to Jungkook and doing the same.

"No one tells Jin." You said as you were placed in the back of the police car beside Jungkook, he nodded in agreement deciding Jin didn't need another reason for you both to stop hanging around together.

"Agreed." You looked at the officer in the mirror as he began driving you in the direction of what you assumed was the police station since you'd never been there before.

"Will this go on my record?" You asked feeling worried for Jungkook rather than you,

"Yes." The officer replied in a cranky way and you settled back against the seat looking at Jungkook. Neither of you was laughing in fear of being arrested again but it was still funny to you.

The door to the police station opened and you looked up out of habit only to see Jin storming over to the holding cell you were standing in with Jungkook.

"Who called you?!" You panicked looking at the officer who was smirking in his seat,

"The officer. You've been drinking and you laughing in front of an officer when he was trying to be serious?!" You looked down at the floor feeling like you were being scolded by a parent or teacher and Jin moved over to stand in front of Jungkook. You were both holding onto the cell bars and staring at your boyfriend hoping that now he was here he would get you out of here.

"I know you're mad, but bail us out and I'll explain everything." Jungkook tried to say something else but Jin caught him off beginning to yell about how either of you could be trusted,

"I know I shouldn't have let her go with you! You're both so immature together!" He yelled at you pacing back and forth in front of the cell looking at you and then at Jungkook shaking his head and yelling some more,

"You're seriously going to have to buck up your ideas! Do you want to become petty criminals?! Is that it?!" The officer stood up from his desk walking over to Jin who was still in mid-rant, his face turning the bright red colour and you knew he was close to his yell where he would start rapping.

"Sir, please remain calm." Jin scoffed,

"Calm?! My girlfriend and best friend are in a holding cell! I suggest you get them out of there right now!" The officer stared at him and then at you and Jungkook who was smiling at him.

"How did that work out for you?" You asked Jin when he held onto the cell door beside you and Jungkook. He was resting his head against the bars as he stared at the officer across the room,

"Shut up. I hate you both." You giggled as you looked at Jungkook,

"I can't believe you were barking at a dog. What did you think would happen?" Jin asked looking at you both and you stared at Jungkook wondering the same thing,

"I didn't expect to get arrested! I figured the dog would bark back and the owner would find it funny. How were we supposed to know he would find it annoying and call the police." You nodded in agreement sitting down on the slab of concrete the police station called a bed and looked at Jin.

"We weren't drinking either, we have some hot chocolate and that was it." You mumbled and Jin sighed coming over to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"I'll call Namjoon to bail us all out." You giggled and looked over at Jungkook who was still pouting that he got arrested for barking and you looked at Jin trying to convince him that one day he would look back on this day and laugh with you both.

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147 days

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147 days. That’s how many days it has been since Buck transferred to station 219. He has new friends now. A new captain, who isn’t Chimney. He has gotten used to his new place, works in harmony with his new crew. But he still misses the 118. He doesn’t regret transferring, because he saves people again, but he misses his old station nonetheless.

147 days. That’s how many days it has been with the new recruit. When Buck was a fresh hire, Hen had compared Buck to a golden retriever. The recruit that replaced him was a cat. Moody, moody and moody. Some days the guy was extremely chill and rolled with the punches. Others, he was downright mean. They couldn’t fire him, he was too good. Too good at avoiding trouble, that is. He knew just when to bow out and lay low, and for such, he never got written up for insubordination.

147 days. That was how long it had been since the badass under pressure brothers had worked together. Now Eddie was like a lone wolf. Since losing the golden, he was a little more tough. Where Buck had softened him a little, he had turned into steel after Buck transferred.

147 days. That was how long it had been since Hen had had someone to tease. Sure she could tease Chim or Eddie or even Bobby, but there was something about the banter she had with Buck that made him hard to replace.

147 days. That was how long it had been since Chim had seen Buck apart from his sister. Buck didn’t live on his floor anymore, so the only place Chim saw him was when he was with Maddie. Though he was the one to spend the most time with him, Chim still missed his little brother. He was a bother sometimes, but he was still family.

147 days. That was how long it had been since Bobby had seen his pseudo son. He missed the blond, his quickness, his kindness, his hopefulness. Buck affected Bobby in every part of his life, and it was hard to be okay with not seeing him around the house anymore.

The 118 missed Buck, even if they didn’t admit it. Buck missed the 118 and he’d be the first to admit it.

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The 118 had been normal when the last earthquake hit. That seemed so long ago, but really it had only been a year and a half. Buck had a new partner this time: Paige Marcino. The 219 had been called to a school, and Buck’s heart panged to think of Christopher. He missed the kid, but there was no time to dwell on that. Buck had a job to do.Most of the classrooms were emptied already, and Buck and Paige were on the last classroom. They had just gotten to the doorway when the floor began to shake.

"Get down! Everybody get down!" The kids had seen the firefighters and moved too soon. Much too soon. The ceiling cracked and began to crumble to the floor. Paige and Buck both dove over the unprotected kids and waited for it to stop. It finally did and Buck let out the breath he had been holding.

"Everybody okay? Anyone hurt?" Buck called out to the silent and terrified children. Paige seconded his words and everyone answered except for one.

"Jeremy?" The teacher said. One of the children pointed to the broken teacher's desk. Buck and Paige both headed toward it, bracing themselves. The kid had a piece of metal sticking from his thigh. His eyes were closed and he was growing paler by the second.

"Paige, take the kids out. I have this." Paige nodded and began gathering the kids up. Buck looked in her direction for a second, but then turned his attention to Jeremy.

"Hey, kid. What's your name?" Buck tried to keep his voice light and steady.

"Jer..emy.." The kid said, grimacing in pain. "What..happ..en..ed?"

"There was an earthquake and you got hurt, buddy."

"How..hurt..?" Buck debated whether to tell him the truth or hide it from him.

"You have a piece of metal in your thigh." By the time the kid could even process it, Buck had the tourniquet fastened securely and was checking him for other injuries. None. Good. "I'm going to get you out of here, kid. I don't want you to talk very much, but try to stay awake. Okay?"

The kid nodded in reply, and Buck began to carry him out. He was mindful of the piece of metal and tried to keep it still. It wasn't easy, especially with the twinges of pain in his leg. Why did it have to be today? But he made it out, and the kid was good. He was breathing better, the tourniquet doing well at stemming the blood loss. The kid made it, but Buck wasn't sure about himself, that he'd make it through the day.

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The 118's first call was to a mall. This was tricky for a number of reasons. Number one, it was Saturday. Number two, it was 2:47 when the first quake hit. Number three, the newest recruit had already refused to go in. They were down a member and up against a delicate building filled with people. One step at a time, Hen kept saying to herself. The first step would be going in. Second step, dealing with the reality. People were dead. Two main support beams had crashed through the middle of the building, pulling down most of the room and crushing the middle of the mall. Bobby had split up the paramedics, and instructed the pairs to split up. Cover more ground, hopefully save more people.

Hen was with Bobby and they went right, climbing over the shredded metal and splintered fabric. On their right was the pet store, complete with cats meowing and dogs thrashing at their kennels. Bobby radioed for a few more hands to transport the animals and Hen headed to the clerk.

“I’m Hen, what’s your name?” Hen said, surveying her patient for any injuries.

“I’m Naomi and I’m okay, but my boss, Felix? How is he? He’s in the back.”

Hen craned her neck around the counter and saw the man, a metal cage punctured into his stomach. She ran to him and began her training. Airway, breathing, circulation. He was breathing well. Good, good. She looked around for something to take apart this cage, and her eyes settled on the wire cutters across the room. Perfect. She ran, scooped them up and began cutting off the cage. Felix’s eyes sputtered open and the first words out of his mouth were about his pets.

“People are carrying them out right now, sir. Try not to move, you have a cage impaling you right now.” Hen pressed her gauze to the puncture wounds, trying to keep the door part from moving and esasperating the direness of being impaled in three places.

By the time the owner was on a backboard, Bobby had already moved all of the animals out of the building. “At least you’re not allergic to cats,” Hen said, looking over the store one last time before moving on to the next one.

The 219 was putting out little fires for their three calls, until they were called to the mall. It wasn’t that Buck didn’t want to help people there, it was that this made him miss his old station. As terrifying as the elevator thing was, he missed it. Paige was great, but she wasn’t Eddie. She wasn’t Hen, or Chim, or Bobby. But that ship had sailed, and Buck joined a new one. But he missed the old one sometimes.

He missed the 118 even more when he saw their numbers emblazened on their ladder truck. Not the one that crushed his leg of course, but the numbers were the same and the memories came rushing back.

There was no time for that. Buck had work to do. The 219 went around to the other side. Meet in the middle. The first store on the that side is a bookstore. And it’s a mess. Books are strewn everywhere, along with the shelves and everything else.

“LAFD, anyone here?” Paige called to the silence.

“Back here!” A cluster of voices called back. Buck sneezed his way to the people clustered in the back room of the store. Both him and Paige realized what was so wrong bout this at the same time.

There happened to be a giant beam only held up by a steel bookcase and sheer luck quivering over them. Buck and Paige both knew the odds of coming back from a beam like that. They were fair, not terrible, normally. Unless of course there was a possibility of another aftershock, two aircondititioners stacked over the beam each sticking out at dangerous angles, and only one way out.

“We’re going to need back up. North east side. Up to 20 people stuck in a back room, unstable conditions.”

Paige had a way of jumping into things even quicker than Buck did. But she hesitated today, carefully locating the open entrances. Besides the regular door, there happened to be two partial openings that were created when a portion of the room caved in. There was even less of a chance of getting someone out of those, especially with the rest of the room still covered them and the possibility of another aftershock. The last aftershock has still been a 3.2 and had brought down even more of the room. A few more, and there would be no more saving.

The 20 or so people stuck back there seemed to be a group of college aged nerds, who all seemed pretty nonchalant. Better than belligerent, as Buck liked to say. Paige was doing her best to find the most stable way to get them free, while Buck explained the situation to the backup that had arrived.

A concensus was reached to get people out of all three excapes at the same time, as quickly as possible. Each had their challenges of course, and a lot of luck would be needed.

Buck and 2 others took the beam route. The gap was barely wide enough for them, but they made it. If Buck’s nerves hadn’t already been fried, they would have been.

The center team managed to get three out before the building started shaking. The backup team of 4 from the 442 left behind half of their people, and the other two took the rescued people to the outside of the mall. Paige, Buck, and the two others (Kylie and Zach) stayed behind. Buck and Kylie were stuck on one side, while Paige and Zach prayed and stayed out of the path of debris. Buck and Kylie had no such luzury. Each of them protected the 6 people left. 13 had gotten out of the 19 that were originally there.

The rumbling finally stopped, and Buck could breathe again. “Everyone okay?” Buck and Kylie almost frantically asked everyone of their future rescues. Everyone said they were fine. Good. Good. Good.

There was a wet stain spreading across Buck’s shoulder, but he didn’t think about it. He couldn’t. Until all of the innocent people were safe. Luckily, the aftershock had moved one of the side paths to be more accessible and everyone got out in one piece.

The store looked like a disaster area, but neither Buck or Paige gave a shit. They, along with the 442, had gotten those people out.

“Buck? You’re bleeding.” Zach got Buck’s attention over the ringing in his ears. “There’s a piece of fan blade in your shoulder.” The words made his adrenaline plummet and the world went dark.

Almost all of the 118 was still inside the mall when Buck got dragged outside by Paige, Kylie and Zach. It was a newsworthy story, obviously, because channel 12 seemed more concerned about this unconsciousness man, that the damage of the mall, which seemed to be crumbling by the minute.

The 118 thought about Buck throughout the day. Eddie missed his partner, and the easy mind reading thing they did. His new partner, Linc, from B shift, almost clicked with the mind reading wavelength. But the last time Linc, has tossed the axe Eddie needed, it landed four feet from him and threw off the whole balance. So, yes, Eddie missed Buck. But only for his axe throwing skills.

Bobby missed the way Buck would selflessly throw himself into danger, damning the consequences. His replacement hadn’t even come in to the mall, instead getting an assignment from incident command to do triage. Yes, Bobby was pissed, but mostly at himself for letting Buck get away.

Hen missed Buck, and the way his presense made everything less shitty and depressing. Maybe it was the hair.

Chimney had been tagged out by Hen, who claimed she needed to be inside someone, absorbing adrenaline from the air in order to calm her nerves. Because he was a good friend, Chim had obliged her request. He was very much surpised to see Buck with a fan blade stuck in shoulder being loaded into his ambulance. He missed Buck too, but didn’t want, need or expect to seem him this way.

After dropping Buck off at the hospital, and making it back to the mall, where things were settling down a little, Chimney shot off three quick texts. One to Maddie, telling her her brother was in the hospital. One to the fire A shift group chat telling them Buck was in the hospital. And one to Buck, whenever he would happen to get his phone, apologizing for the icey feelings between them. Buck probably wouldn't see it, because that fan blade would definitely require surgery. Buck, of course, would claim it to be just a scratch. Would 219 react the same way 118 would? Doubtful.

Bobby would look vaguely amused and shift his gaze periodically to make sure Buck wasn't overdoing it. Eddie would probably say shoulder injuries are a bitch, and he would be right. Hen would have some smart quip to fire back with and Chim? Before Buck left, Chim would've joined in with Hen in teasing the newbie as everyone still thought of him, even though Eddie had been there less time.

But now, Chimney was keener to notice the nuances of Buck nursing his shoulder or looking away in embarrassment. Things had changed since Buck transferred, sued the station, and Bobby himself. Somethings need space in order to be mended.147 seemed like a good number of days of space. At least for Chimney. Say what you will, but Chimney was a little impatient.

Once all of 118 was back at the station, Chimney quickly rattled off the situation with Buck. Each member had a varying look of concern for their estranged member. Bobby looked like his normal stoic self, but he had the telltale look of concern that was reserved for Buck. Hen looked stunned and immediately exclaimed her plan to visit him after the shift ended. Eddie looked wistful, in a way, and instantly agreed to accompany Hen.

So the four of them, four hours later, appeared in Buck's hospital room.When Buck awoke, he was slightly surprised to see Bobby, Chimney, Hen, and Eddie crowded around the right side of his bed.

"Hey, guys. What's goin' on?" The four of them looked at each other with confusion, until Maddie appeared in the doorway.

"You had shoulder surgery because you got an air conditioner fan blade stuck there." She sipped her coffee to keep from answering any other questions. She seemed to part the Red Sea because the four of his former coworkers parted for her swagger, leaving her a space in the middle of them.

"Why are you guys here?" was Buck's next question.

"We heard you got hurt, and wanted to visit you," Eddie answers after no one else speaks. Eddie says it like it's simple when it isn't. Maddie sips her coffee with raised eyebrows, especially at Bobby's obvious apprehension. Buck mirrors Bobby. What's unspoken speaks louder than the questions Buck explicitly asks.

There are a few minutes of silence. Save beeping of machines and whoosh of doors, there is nothing except for heavy impending thoughts weighing on everyone's mind.

"I'm sorry," Bobby says with an air of finality. It comes out smoothly, but quickly. It's been on the tip of his tongue for months, but the courage hasn't been. All at once, everything seems to settle. Buck looks at Bobby like he's a person to him again, and Bobby doesn't look so much like a lost puppy. No one else says anything, and the words sit heavy in the air.

Maddie, Eddie, Chim and Hen all simultaneously decide to leave the two alone to delve into the things that went so wrong 147 days ago.

"I'm sorry, ahem, for keeping you away from firefighting after you were cleared. I was scared and I hurt you, because of my, ahem, fear. " Bobby almost seems desperate. Desperate to fix what he broke, and mend what was lost. He stumbles over the words, almost begging for Buck to accept.

A moment of contemplation occurs between them until Buck reaches out his hand. Bobby stares at Buck's olive branch like he can't believe that this is really all it took. Amazing what a true apology will do.

"I forgave you a while ago. I understood where you were coming from after Maddie explained it, but it took me a while to accept that you didn't do that out of malice. But I forgive you. Don't get me wrong, I'm still dealing with being pissed at you for that, but I forgive you because I understand your reasoning now." Buck says it with clarity. He's grown up in 147 days because Maddie dragged him to therapy, even though she won't go herself.

"I want you back at the 118." Bobby blurts out, after a fairly lengthy conversation about the 118 since Buck's been gone and the 219 in its place.

"Are you sure?" Buck looks incredulous at the prospect of going home. At least, to a former home.

"Yes. We don't work without you! Of course, it's your decision, and I, and everyone else, will respect your decision, whatever it may be. But I want you back.”

"I'll think about it." Buck already knows the answer to Bobby's prospect, but a lot of things go into making a change like that. Logistics, for one, which Buck has never liked too, too much.

Maddie is the first one to return, still sipping on her coffee. She stares at Bobby with carefully veiled vengence, and Buck with tender concern. "I'm good, Mads." Buck smiles at his sister, answering her unspoken question. He's speaking a zeugma, answering both physically and mentally. After all, being back with the 118 was all he ever wanted for months. He'd fought fiercely to not need the 118, the people or the station, and he didn't necessarily need the 118 after being with the 219.

But he wanted it, and he'd damn sure take the chance. There's no one else he'd rather do the job he loved with. Paige was nice, but she was no Eddie. Badass under pressure brothers had no competition in Buck's heart and mind. Hen and Chimney were family from the moment Buck had joined the station. Bobby had been as well, which would take a while to recreate their former relationship. And 118 was home. 219 was just a job. So he'd already accepted Bobby's offer in every sense except literally.

Yes is the first thing Eddie, Hen, and Chim hear as they bring in the food they snuck for Buck.

"What?"

"Buck is returning to the 118," Bobby says, looking to Buck for approval.

"Prodigal son is back!" Hen cheers, handing Buck his favorite candy with a finger to her lips and a grin on her face.

Chimney grins as well and sets an ice-cold bottle on the table. Eddie looks the most stoic with a barely-there smile playing on his lips. He's never been a grinner, of course.

But Maddie only sees her brother at this moment, looking his happiest. The 6 of them are happy, because the family feels complete again, with the cracks finally mending after 147 days.

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Sunshine City: Two

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. But I do hope you guys like it. If you haven’t watched Kingsman: The Golden Circle, I would really recommend it. I’m pulling quite a bit from the movie for the first handful of chapters and I don’t want to confuse anyone. But if you have any questions, I’ll gladly answer them!

Pairing: (Eventual) Agent Whiskey x F!Reader (No Y/N)

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating For This Chapter: M for Whiskey being Whiskey, inappropriate hand gestures, lusting after your boss, and some dubious consent on behalf of Clara. tldr: finger-fucking a stranger to save the world :)

Read the Prologue and Chapter One!

Louisville was a quaint city—not that she would ever say that to a local. Ginger Ale greeted her as she landed at the airport and had filled her in on the goings-on at the main headquarters and how there was a strange set of explosions in the UK that landed on their radar. After hearing about the “blue” aspect of her and Whiskey’s latest mission, Champ had requested she come down to Kentucky and brief him in person, citing his distaste for mission-brief emails. Whiskey was tasked with keeping the New York headquarters running, as he always did. The lucky bastard. But it was fine. He had nearly strangled her and she still thought he was the most handsome man she’d ever met.

Something was clearly wrong with her and maybe some time away from his face and crooked smile would help her stop feeling like she had something clawing to get out of her chest every time he looked at her.

(It wouldn’t help. She knew that.)

Their mission in Vegas had been a success—in a strange kind of way. After the men turned blue, she and Whiskey followed them through the club and carried the mission out—with one caveat. They grabbed a vial of blood before disposing of the bodies. There had been a minor shoot out with the suppliers but it was easily handled, too.

Ginger Ale took the vial of blood and made it a priority to test it as Capri Sun went to Champagne’s office.

“Ginger will probably be able to give us more specifics when the tests are done,” she said as she finished her spiel.

“What do you think it is? What’s your gut say, Capri Sun?”

She wiped a hand down her face and leaned against one of the chairs at the long table. “Something’s going on, Champ. People turning blue? The explosions in the UK? All of it feels…off.”

Champ opened his mouth to say something else but his personal intercom buzzed and Tequila’s voice rang out. “Champ, we’ve got some stragglers on the tour. They’re lookin’ to get inside the cask vault. British by the sounds of it.” He paused. “They’re using some tech to get through our biometric scanners.”

Cap looked at Champ to see him arch an eyebrow. “Ten bucks says they’re here for Butterfly Guy.”

“Bring ‘em in, Tequila. Real quiet like,” Champ ordered.

“Ya got it, boss.”

As the line went dead, Champ crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at her. “The butterfly guy, huh? You reckon that’s what they’re here for?”

“Three bombings at nearly the exact same time in the UK and the next day two Brits show up here, where we’re housing a one-eyed amnesiac spy? Yeah.” She shrugged. “Call it a hunch.”

‘The Butterfly Guy,’ as he was dubbed after waking up a little less than a year ago, was a fodder for a fair bit of gossip at all of the Statesman offices. It isn’t every day that a Brit, obviously involved in intelligence in some capacity, gets shot in the head outside a zealot’s church after a spike of low wave frequencies catch Ginger’s eye. The fact that he was obsessed with butterflies just made him even more of an anomaly. Agent Seltzer thought he was some sort of double agent from MI-6. Agent Absinthe thought it was a ploy from some terrorist organization to infiltrate Statesman HQ. She didn’t really care either way.

Champ huffed with a smile. “We’ll see, Cap.”

They spoke a little more about the Vegas mission before they heard the intercom buzz again—it was Ginger, quickly relaying that the British intruders did seem to know Butterfly Guy but were here for a completely different reason…supposedly.

She turned as she heard the elevator chime on the other side of the door. “That’s my cue. I’ll see you later, Champ.”

“Don’t go too far, now,” he said as she started to walk away. “Whiskey’ll probably need ya when I talk to him about Vegas in a minute.”

She nodded and let herself out, dodging Tequila’s swat that he aimed at her shoulder. Tequila had been the man in the alley all those years ago. He was friendly and sweet, if not a little brash, and she considered him a friend. But the other man at Tequila’s side caught her eye. He looked her over with a critical and quizzical gaze before the Statesman agent all but shoved him into the room and the door slapped shut behind them. Her phone quickly ate all of her attention as she brought up the cameras the doggy daycare had set up throughout their shop so owners could check on their dogs. Bela was currently gnawing on a tennis ball as a golden retriever licked at his ear.

She hated leaving him alone so much. Hated it. He was such a good boy and she loved him so much that she actually asked Champ if she could bring him to Kentucky whenever she came down.

It was a firm no—apparently Tequila had accidentally let loose his fleet of basset hounds in HQ a year before she joined and Champ had to instate a no-pets policy because of the damage they caused. It was a shame, really. She thought Champ would really like Bela.

She checked her email, too, responding to Agent Grenadine’s plea for help. She was a newer agent and still needed a bit of guidance when it came to the more finite details of missions. Whiskey had slept with her within a week of Grenadine being assigned to the New York office. He never waited long, it seemed. And she didn’t really blame him—Grenadine was young and beautiful and vivacious. And always “down for a night of fun with no strings” as she had so eloquently put it. Perfectly Whiskey’s type.

And why was she thinking about that right now?

She shook off the thought and rubbed at her eyes before she pocketed her phone.

The door opened and Tequila came out with a huff.

“The Brits getting on your nerv-” The words stalled in her throat as she saw the blue crawling up his neck and across his face. It was exactly like what she had seen on the targets in Vegas. “Tequila? Oh my god.” Her hands reached out to touch him and winced as he all but crumpled into her grip. “What is happening? What did you do?”

“I-I…fuck, Cap. I don’t even know.”

Her thumbs brushed against his cheeks with a frown. “Go to Ginger. She’ll sort you out, I’m sure.”

Tequila’s smile was small. “I’ll be right as rain by tomorrow.”

Y/N nodded, not believing it, and watched him go with a sigh.

The man from earlier slipped out the door with a sigh of his own. His eyes found hers. “You Capri Sun?”

She held out a hand for him to shake. “Everybody calls me Cap. You’re Galahad or whatever?”

“Call me Eggsy,” he said as he shook her hand.

“Eggsy. Fewer syllables.” She crossed her arms over her chest as they dropped their hands. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yeah, uh, Whiskey says you’re coming back with us. He’s sending a jet?”

She groaned.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, Sunny,” Whiskey said as Eggsy stepped out of his office to make a call.

She crossed her arms with a sigh. It had been hours since they landed back in New York and she was tired. They had been formulating a plan to meet ‘Clara,’ the ex-girlfriend of some Kingsman cast-off who had ties to The Golden Circle cartel who was possibly responsible for the blue rash. Clara was all over social media with her plans to attend the Glastonbury Music Festival. The fact that there was another independent intelligence agency named Kingsman was really the least alarming information she’d learned that day—apparently there was a guy walking around with a robotic arm capable of hacking entire security systems.

She needed a nap before they loaded up to head across the ocean in an hour.

But Whiskey’s smile continued to grow and he buzzed for his assistant to, “bring him in.”

The door opened and she turned to see little Bela wiggling like crazy in the poor woman’s grasp. His entire body seemed to shake when he spotted her and happy little barks escaped him.

She quickly pulled him into her arms and let him lick all over her face. It had only been two days since she’d dropped him off at daycare but he always greeted her like she had been gone a year. “Hi baby. Hi hi hi. Yes, I missed you, too.”

Her fingers pushed through his thick fur as Bela finally settled in her grip and propped his head against her shoulder. She pressed a kiss to his one ear as she smiled. But then it dawned on her: Whiskey had definitely witnessed all of that. A giant crack in the visage she had sculpted. Fuck.

She slowly turned to face him and scowled at the shit-eating grin splitting his face. “Now, what’s a guy got to do to get a welcome like that?”

“Be a one-eared corgi,” she replied drolly.

“C’mon now, Sunny. I had to call in a big favor to have Vanessa pick him up and bring him here without you. That doggy daycare has some stringent guidelines about who can pick up a dog, by the way.” He placed his hands on his hips and they cocked to the side as they so often did. But he was still smiling. “I think I should get something.”

She sighed and Bela nosed at the underside of her jaw. “Thank you, boss. That was very kind of you.”

“And?”

“And that’s all you’re getting.” His smile fell the slightest bit and she bit back a grimace. In truth, it was the nicest thing someone had done for her in a long, long time. Letting her indulge in a little time with her dog before having to fly across the world was definitely spoiling her. And her traitorous mind had to remember how broken Whiskey had looked when he had realized he had wrapped his hands around her neck. This was probably just an I’m-sorry-I-tried-to-kill-you-while-asleep gift. But it didn’t feel like that and she really needed to stop lying to herself or get better at it. “I really do appreciate it, Whiskey. I don’t like being away from him for so long.”

“You really love the little guy, don’t’cha?” He stepped forward and let Bela sniff his fingers before petting him. Bela’s stumped tail quickly resumed its body-shaking wags when Whiskey instinctively found his soft spot. “I guess he’s cute.” The teasing lilt to his voice almost made her smile again.

“Yeah, he’s my favorite.”

“His name’s Bella? Italian for beautiful.”

“No. Like Bela Lugosi. The guy who played Dracula.”

Hearing his name, Bela licked at her face.

“Never took you for a monster movie fan,” Whiskey said, continuing to pet her dog.

“My brother loved them. Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff—if they were in the movie, he made me watch it. But this little guy didn’t look like a Boris. So, Bela it was.”

“Your brother?” Whiskey asked, trying to catch her eye bet she kept them firmly on her dog.

“Yup.” And that was all the answer she gave, her heart a little heavy already. She hoisted the corgi a little higher and Whiskey pulled his hand back. “I guess I should get him back to the daycare before we take off.”

“Vanessa can handle it.”

She nodded and walked to the door and spoke to Vanessa and pressed a series of kisses behind Bela’s ear before the assistant walked away with her dog in a careful hold. Her shoulders slumped as she watched them go. “Thanks for letting me see him. I know you think it is stupid-”

“I never said that, Sunny.”

She hummed, filing away her small bit of melancholy, and turned back to face him. “So, why’d you want me on this gig? I thought you’d be able to handle a pretty girl at a music festival on your own.”

Whiskey opened his mouth like he wanted to say something before shutting. His broad shoulders rolled. He turned back to his desk and settled into his slick black leather chair. “I don’t trust the kid.”

“Eggsy? Why?” She thought him a little cocksure—but she also dealt with Whiskey on a near-daily basis.

Whiskey shrugged. “Call it an instinct.”

She settled into the chair across from him with a frown. “And you thought bringing me along would do what exactly? Stab him in the back before he stabs you?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Maybe.” The leather of his chair creaked as it leaned forward with a smirk. “Maybe I just think you need to let loose a little and a music festival can do that.”

Rolling her eyes at her boss wasn’t really an option so she settled for blinking very slowly. “That’s kind of a waste of company funds, boss.”

“You are absolutely no fun.”

“People are dying.”

“All the more reason for you to come along.” He tilted his head to the side with another smile. “Please?”

She let out a slow breath and mulled over her options. She could call Champ and say she wanted out. It would be the first time she handed over a mission to someone else and each agent gets one pass. But then she could never get out of another one again. And it was just a music festival. Right? “Fine. But only because one of my favorite bands is playing at the festival.”

His smile grew and it twisted her stomach. She shouldn’t let him sway her this much. But the surprise (and probably illegal) visit from Bela did soften her resolve. And maybe watching him seduce someone else would actually—finally—put a stop to her silly feelings for the man. So far, she’d avoided any and all social functions that would let her see him scoping out another fling for the night. And yes, it did make her a little bit of an outcast within the social circles of Statesman. But she was only there to do a job anyway. Save the world. Pet her dog. Go to sleep when she had the chance. She didn’t need anything else.

“I’m glad you’re coming along, Sunny. I wouldn’t have anyone else.”

Dammit.

Finding out that Eggsy was dating a Swedish princess would have been hilarious if Whiskey hadn’t insisted on picking Eggsy up in a fucking Bronco that had the most obnoxious horn known to mankind. Eggsy helped her put the VIP band around her wrist with a small smile. He was a good kid, she decided. A little rough around the edges. Definitely cocksure. But genuine.

She tried to focus on that and not how she caught Whiskey’s eyes trailing up her thighs in the rearview mirror.

She had dressed to blend in at Glastonbury. Tiny shorts, a fringed, low-cut top, and Hunter rainboots. If it worked for Kate Moss, it worked for her.

But the heated gaze she’d caught from her boss almost made her squirm in her seat.

Thankfully, they arrived at the festival grounds without too much trouble and she focused on the passing greenery instead of the eyes she felt on her skin. They spoke about the tracker and the need for it to stick and the two men, of course, made frequent innuendos about the size of their dicks as she tried very hard not to commit murder by bludgeoning them both to death with her rain boot. The music was thumping through speakers, songs overlapping from the various stages and creating a raucous thrumming as they approached the VIP bar. She watched the various attendees pass by. It really was colorful. Some guy was wearing a pair of leather wings and drinking next to a girl in head-to-toe tie-dye.

“I say we both make an approach. Whoever gets on best, goes for it.” Whiskey said. “Sunny will make sure the target doesn’t ditch us before we can plant it.”

Eggsy rolled his eyes. “Well, it doesn't have to be a competition, bruv. Why don't we just go up to her, shake her hand, pat her on the back. Whatever, you know. Job done.”

“The hand is not a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman?”

And she had to laugh at that, despite Eggsy’s absolutely offended face.

“What are you talking about?”

“We need a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Remember?” she supplied, trying to be helpful.

“Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS.” Whiskey’s pointer and middle finger curled and swirled as he spoke and she had to look away for a moment, knowing exactly what he was implying with that motion. Heat coiled in her stomach. Now was not the time to be thinking about getting finger-fucked by her boss. But the senior agent caught her eye anyway and winked as his fingers curled again and she would swear she could almost feel those phantom fingers. But, she set her lips into a firm line and his smile fell.

Eggsy’s jaw went to side as he mulled their words over. “Mucus membrane. That's like up the nose, isn't it? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger...” She watched as realization dawned on him. “It's not just inside the nose, is it?”

“No, Eggsy, it ain't. Fuck.” Whiskey shook his head. “All right, I'll take the first crack. Watch and learn, buddy.”

As Whiskey sauntered up to the bar, Eggsy sighed. “Is he always like this?”

She nodded, sagely. “Yes.” But her eyes quickly focused on Whiskey and listening in on their conversation. But her stomach quickly dropped as one horrible pick up line after another spilled out of his mouth. Did he really just ask her what band she was in?

Good god. How did she find this man attractive?

“Eggsy, for the love of God, please go rescue that poor girl.” She nudged him toward the bar and he all but dragged his feet with a scowl but it quickly morphed into a cocky grin when Clara spotted him.

She really thought she had saved the mission. Really. But then Eggsy was just as bad as Whiskey, it seemed, at picking up women. How did he manage to woo a Princess with those lines? It eventually devolved into both Eggsy and Whiskey passive-aggressively trying to one-up each other and Clara quickly had a hoard of drinks she didn’t want or order sitting in front of her.

She couldn’t roll her eyes hard enough at the two men peacocking in front of the poor girl and decided to salvage the mission on her own. She wedged her way between Clara and Eggsy with a sigh and ordered a water as her fingers plucked the tracker from his pocket. Her eyes slid over to Clara to see her already looking in her direction. Perfect.

It hadn’t taken long from the pair of men to realize they’d been all but dismissed by Sunny and Clara and they both retreated (Whiskey to the other side of the bar and Eggsy to the VIP entrance to make sure Clara didn’t leave) to spectate and make sure she didn’t blow it with Clara, too. But Whiskey knew she wouldn’t. Her records were clear. She never missed a target. He wasn’t sure what had thrown him off his game so much. Usually he’d be retreating to a shadowed hallway or an empty room by now with the target ready and wet for him.

Maybe it was the perfect set of legs he’d already spied. His Sunny always looked good. Always.

But she’d never come on a “tracking” mission with him before and he could feel her eyes on him the entire time.

Whiskey watched, a little entranced, as Sunny had the target eating out of her hand within a few moments—and then literally eating out of the her hand as Sunny pushed an ice cube between Clara’s lips with a giggle he’d never heard her make before. Her thumb dipped into Clara’s mouth with the ice and she slowly pulled it out only to lick the water from her skin with a smile.

Something definitely stirred beneath the zipper of his jeans.

Clara leaned close and let her fingers trail down Sunny’s arm as she whispered something into her ear. Sunny then bit her lip with another smile and nodded, grasping Clara’s hand in hers. Even from a distance, he could read her lips, “lead the way.” The pair of women slipped away through the crowd and Whiskey had to lean against the bar to hide what surely was the erection of his nightmares and daydreams as Eggsy walked up to him, a relieved little smile on his face. “She really saved us, mate. She’s a good one, ain’t she?” The kid settled in the empty stool beside him.

“Yeah, kid,” Whiskey muttered as he waved down the bartender. “She’s a good one.” He ordered a whiskey neat before discreetly activating and raising the volume on the earpiece so he could monitor Sunny. He knew Clara wasn’t much of a threat—not against the likes of his Sunny, anyway—but he just wanted to be sure.

The earpiece hummed for a moment and recalibrated before he caught the tail-end of some sort of whispered flirt. “You’re so pretty for me.” There was a soft answering noise and then a shuffle, like a dress being pulled off. “So pretty.”

“God, you’re mouthy,” Clara said. “I love it.”

“Get on the bed,” Sunny said and he imagined Clara scrambling to do as she was told and then Sunny climbing over her. His mind drifted, for a moment. Was she like this with everyone she brought to bed? Sounds of some illicit act buzzed in his ears as he thought of her lips, her fingers…

“Look at you. So wet. I’ve barely touched you.” His Sunny laughed.

“Oh please,” Clara whined, high and breathy. “Please.”

Whiskey glanced at Eggsy to see him squirming in his seat. He tapped the kid on the shoulder and then snatched the earpiece right out of his ear. “The fuck?” Eggsy grumbled.

Whiskey just pocketed it and ordered another drink.

Clara was moaning now and there was a distinct wet sound that he knew all too well.

“Oh! Right there! Fuuuuuuuu-there!”

Sunny laughed again but it sounded muffled. “You almost there? Yeah, I think you are. Just about covered my hand—leaking all over me. You’ve made a mess.” Sunny sighed and the wet noise grew faster and faster. “Come on, gorgeous. You can come for me.”

The zipper of his jeans was becoming increasingly more cumbersome and he took a healthy gulp of the liquor. He shouldn’t be picturing her making those sounds. Shouldn’t be wondering what she sounded like with his fingers buried deep. Shouldn’t be thinking about what she would taste like on his tongue.

But he did. And it wasn’t the first or the last time.

Clara’s moans turned into a staccato of whimpers and groans that grew and grew until she wailed.

Sunny hummed—he could tell she was smiling. “I knew you’d be beautiful when you came.”

Clara panted and there was a soft sound of a kiss. “Your turn?”

“Mm, no. I just like seeing pretty girls come.” Another kiss. “But thanks for the offer.”

“God, you are just a walking dream, aren’t you?” Clara asked, all breathy and smitten.

Whiskey finished his drink and paid. The rest of the conversation between Clara and Sunny was a hum in his ears as he left the bar and Eggsy quickly followed.

“Think she can teach me her tricks?” He joked.

“Nah, kid. You either got it or you don’t. She just has it in spades.” He walked toward the tent but slowed to a stop just out of reach so as to not look like they were lingering. He gave it a moment, and then another. Sunny walked out of the tent with a smile and licked her fingers. Mission accomplished.

A/N: Welp. There’s that. I will try to have the next chapter up in less time than it took for this one to get published. Please tell me what you think!

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