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anon911andbuddie · 3 months

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Prompt: Ravi injured himself and has to stay man behind for a bit. He’s surprised and then grateful when Buck goes above and beyond taking all care of him at work and even showing up at his place. Eddie get a bit jealous and the rest of the team are curious about Buck’s behavior. Ravi asks him one day and they overhear Buck wishing someone had given him such assurances when he was recovering. Eddie and firefam realize they could’ve done a better job being there for Buck. Buddie

I know it has been awhile since anyone answered a prompt but I couldn't resist this one. A bit shorter than my usual but I wanted to get it out. Hope it's worth the wait. - Scarlet 📕

It's not a chore if you're a friend

Buck tries to warn Ravi but it's too late. The strap that had improperly secured the load on a truck that had been in a crash snaps. Thankfully, the cargo only shifts, the strap the team had placed for just this type of occasion caught the pallet. But it didn't stop the original strap. And Ravi had been just a bit too slow to get out the way. The strap hit the younger firefighter across the chest and shoulder. The buckle ends up breaking his collarbone.

Buck and Eddie are quick to haul him out of the way. Buck apologies because that has to be painful as they do. Hen is there to check him over. But Buck hovers. Eddie has to drag him back to secure the scene. By the time the wreck is cleared Ravi is already on his way to the ER. They load up and head out to check on him.

Buck volunteers to stay with Ravi. They offer to do shifts but Ravi’s mom took over, but Buck came back after his shift to give Ravi’s mother a break. The probie repeatedly tells Buck he's fine and the firefighter should go home. Buck isn't having it. He says he's there to help. Even offering to run and get them something decent to eat.

Chimney teases Eddie that the probie might be stealing his bestie, since Buck usually only makes that big a fuss over Eddie. Eddie brushes him off. But he argues it's just Buck being Buck.

Ravi remembers what Hen had told him about Buck when the probie had first joined. It might be the painkillers but look back now it seems silly. Because Hen was right. Everything Buck does is because he cares about Ravi. He is a devoted friend who has been there every step of the way. Especially now. Even Ravi’s mother cannot believe how supportive his teammate is. She is proud her son has such a good friend. It helps her feel more confident in her son's well-being on the job. It was honestly amusing how much Buck was going above and beyond to make sure Ravi is okay. It was annoying at moments, but he means well. So the probie tries to stay focused on that.

Eddie is a bit irritated when Buck cancels on him to help take care of Ravi happens a lot while Ravi is off duty until he heals up.

And Ravi’s first shift back is a celebration, the usual 118 welcome back. But Eddie is getting increasingly annoyed. Buck had spent half the shift fussing over Ravi. Buck is quick to take up any task Ravi is given. He takes the grunt work the probie usually gets stuck with. And Eddie thinks it's overkill.

Ravi worries that Eddie might crack a tooth with how tight his jaw is clenched. The older firefighter was obviously irritated with how Buck was acting. Ravi had been thankful that Buck had helped with the cleaning. Ravi may be back to work but every now and again he'd reach for something and his muscles would pull just the wrong way and ache. Most, if not all, of his teammates understood. They all had injuries on and off the job. Especially Buck and Eddie. Those two were like accident magnets. So the fact Buck was so quick to help him made Ravi remember why he was glad the 118 accepted him back. He hadn't screwed up his shot at working with what is well known as one of the most tight knit houses in the department. Once you are in, you are IN. And apparently they had decided Ravi was in with or without his knowledge. And Ravi appreciates it now. But the way Eddie is acting makes him doubt that this is just how Buck is with everyone when they come back. He is tempted to ask Hen, but with as close as he has gotten with Buck, he just goes straight to Buck.

“Why are you being so nice, Buck?” Ravi asks. “Not that I'm complaining, but I'm cleared for duty. And you've already been there since it happened. You even have my parents’ numbers in your phone.”

Buck shrugs. “I just know what it's like to be where you are. When I was initially recovering from the truck, I had help. And when I came back, well, I just wish someone would have helped me. Had my back. So…” he shrugs again.

“Oh, thanks, Buck,” Ravi smiles. Buck heads off to empty the bucket of suds from helping wash the truck. Things get a bit awkward when the probie turns around to see a few members of the team in the truck bay. Eddie looks like someone had punched him in the stomach and Chim’s brows were furrowed. Eddie quickly leaves.

When Bobby and Hen ask what happened, Chim tells them. And it was like someone had dimmed the lights in the station. It felt gloomy.

Eddie feels stupid. He'd been being a jerk again. And Buck was just proving again that he is the best of all of them. As usual.

Bobby makes Buck's favorite dish for dinner because he feels bad. Hen and Chim are quieter than usual but just as helpful, if not more so than usual.

If Buck notices how things have shifted he doesn't mention it. His focus is still on making sure Ravi feels supported. And it just makes Eddie feel worse. Eddie approaches Buck as the younger man gets ready to leave.

“I've been a jerk,” Eddie says.

Buck turns and looks at him. The shocked look on his face gives the former medic confusing feelings. Something that has been happening more and more as time goes on.

“To who? Why?”

And Eddie should be surprised that Buck hasn't even noticed how the he and the team had been acting.

“You, Ravi, in general.”

“Me? What? Why?” Buck asks then gets this look on his face as if he is going over every interaction with Eddie.

And something in Eddie shifts as he stares at this beautiful and oblivious man. The one he already co-parenting Christopher with. The one he gets irrationally jealous over when anyone takes his attention from him and Christopher too long. He thinks about how petty he gets when Buck is dating anyone and yeah. It's obvious to him now.

“Why?” Eddie repeats. He looks around, glad that most of A shift has cleared out. “Because I miss you.”

“Miss me? We work the same shift, and we had dinner like…”

“Last weekend, I know, but it's…it just is. No excuse.”

“So you've been a jerk because I don't spend everyday with you?” Buck asks, amusement clear in his tone.

“Yes,” Eddie says without hesitation.

“Okay, wow,” Buck chuckles. To give himself a moment to process that he grabs his bag from his locker.

“Dinner tomorrow?” Buck asks, his pulse beating a bit faster than it usually does when they make plans. Everything had changed in such a short conversations. But he's a bit scared to say it out loud.

“Christopher will be thrilled,” Eddie smiles. And Buck gets the same feeling he always gets when Eddie smiles at him or brings up Christopher. It's a confusing combination of somehow going home but also wanting.

“Good, because I did promise him that penne dish Bobby gave me the recipe for.”

“Bring it all over, he loves when you guys cook together.”

“He's not the only one,” Buck says fondly.

“So, see you tomorrow,” Eddie says as he closes his locker. His truck keys in hand.

“I’ll be there,” Buck grins, he watches Eddie leave.

Ravi had caught the tail end of his friends talking. The fact that those two were clearly made for each other and they are both oblivious about it was amusing.

“Sounds like you're in for a busy day off,” Ravi says.

Buck tries to shrug it off but the slight tint to his ears betrays him.

“Well, you've earned some fun,” Ravi admits. “Been stuck taking care of me.”

“Helping a friend out isn't a chore, Probie,” Buck assures him.

“Well, I appreciate it anyway,” Ravi insists. “But, you should just tell the guy you missed him too.”

“I think I might,” Buck admits.

#by scarlet #tw: injury #tw: jealousy #tw: guilt #118 firefam #ravi panikkar #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 fic #prompt fill

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sortofanobsession · 3 months

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Beyond Frustration (Buddie AU)

I was going through old works and drafts and this idea wasn't exactly requested but it jumped out at me. And figured I hadn't done an Alpha Beta Omega in a while. May do a part 2 if anyone wants it.

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Summary: Lawsuit Era A/B/Ω AU where Alpha Eddie marks and bonds Omega Buck after Buck was trapped under the truck. The lawsuit puts their bond, and unknowingly to Eddie, their unborn child, at risk. Eddie learns how big of a mistake he has made in almost the worst way possible. Almost.

Paring: Alpha!Eddie Diaz/Omega!Evan "Buck" Buckley

Word count: 2k+

Content Warning: Anger, Neglect, Hospitalization, A/B/Ω mpreg, Fear, physical violence (Eddie gets slapped), Fear of Miscarriage, High Risk Pregnancy.

Eddie's inner alpha clawed at him as they left the deposition. And all it did was piss him off further. Buck had told that asshole things he'd sworn to keep to himself. The alpha had seen the way his omega's betrayal hurt the whole team. The team that was also very much their pack. Their family. But his alpha clawed at him. He didn't understand why it was acting like that. His mate had betrayed them and their pack. The mate he had taken care of and protected after the omega was injured in the bombing. The one he had bared his soul to and bonded with. No, his inner alpha may be driven by the baser instinct to be with his mate at any cost, but Eddie wasn't going to give in. He should have known better, especially after what happened with Shannon. Shannon had been the mother of his pup. And then came back just to ruin his life again. He had tried to make it work for his secondary nature. To have a real family, a true pack. And that had gone to shit. He'd let his alpha nature trick him again. But fool him once and all that bs. He wasn't going to give in a third time. No.

Buck was struggling. It wasn't unheard of for an omega to be a single parent. But it was well known that a strong bond and loving relationship for a mated omega was ideal. A bonded omega, separated from their mate, especially an alpha mate, under great stress, and being a somewhat rare male omega, was a high risk pregnancy in the making.

During a shift Eddie's inner alpha goes damn near feral. Something is wrong and he knows it. But Eddie had been suppressing his secondary nature for so long, even using medication to further subdue it, his alpha isn't strong enough to make Eddie's more stubborn and supposedly logical side understand. And Eddie does not realize how big a mistake he has made until he gets a terrifying call from Christopher. Carla had gotten a call from the hospital. Buck was not well. And since Carla was the only contact Buck had allowed them to reach out to. Eddie finally realizes what his alpha had been trying to tell him over the last few hours. His alpha nature has been reacting to the bond the shared with his mate. Eddie was just too numb to feel it. And that was a terrifying thought. As mad as he and the others were with the no contact order because of the lawsuit, they still had the slight comfort that Eddie would know if something happened to Buck. When Eddie tells them about the phone call they rush to the hospital.

The second Eddie steps into the hospital he is met with a hard slap. He recoils at first and nearly lashes out when he realizes it’s Maddie. His mate’s beta sister.

“You were supposed to protect him!” She shouts at the alpha. Before Eddie can say anything she has turned her ire on the captain. “You too!” She looks from face to face, every member of the 118. “All of you! You told him he was family! That you would be there for him!”

“Maddie,” Chimney starts but she turns on her heels and disappears behind a set of doors.

The receptionist stone walls them when they try to get any information. Eddie can feel his inner alpha suffering. Eddie was so close to his mate he could just start to feel him. His omega's scent had clung to Maddie. And it tore at the alpha’s heart.

“Eddie,” Carla says as she meets them.

“If you're here, where is Christopher?” Bobby asks. As upset as the captain and his inner alpha was he knew it was nothing compared to what Eddie was feeling. Guilt and fear clouded Eddie's usual scent. Bobby could understand that. The captain had lost a mate before. He knew the panic not knowing created. Eddie wasn't in his right mind now.

“He's with Buck, since they had a sort of bond they hoped it would help. Maddie too.”

“Did it?” Hen asks.

“He's stable, but there is something I need to tell you…”

Eddie hates himself. He would never forgive himself for what he had done. He would grovel and beg Buck to forgive him. He prays to any higher power that would listen to let him fix this. To not take his family from him. He couldn't lose his mate. It would destroy him. He'd spend the rest of his life begging his pups to forgive him. He'd be there for every major milestone for both Christopher and their unborn miracle, if they let him. He was a mess by the time they reached Buck’s room. Maddie glared at the alpha as he entered.

Christopher made his way over to Eddie and buried his face in his father's shirt. Eddie drops to his knees.

“I'm sorry, buddy, I'm so sorry,” the alpha begs. “This never should have happened.”

Once Christopher had calmed down, Carla took him out into the hall to go see the rest of the team.

Maddie leaves to call her parents. She glares at the alpha as she does. The alpha goes over and carefully takes the omega's hand in his. The barely there curve of his pregnant mate’s stomach breaks something in the alpha. It wasn’t prominent, but he had known Buck's body as well as he knew his own. And he could see it now. He doesn't know how he could have missed it at the deposition. Even the omega's scent smelled sweeter. Had his anger clouded his senses that much? He now understands why his inner alpha had been so distressed that day. His pregnant mate was just a few feet from him and he couldn't go to him. The omega had looked so tired and sad, but Eddie had been too bitter to see what the entire situation had been doing to his mate. And Eddie could see it now. Buck was too thin, too pale, for a pregnant omega. He looks fragile and broken. And Eddie just wanted to crawl in the bed beside him. He wanted to scent his mate. Hold him. Do whatever he needed to repair their fragile bond. But before he can do anything but take a shattered breath a woman in a lab coat walks in. She's a beta that smells overly sterile.

“He's sedated,” she says before she even introduces herself. Once she has she levels the alpha with a weary look. “You are his mate, correct? His alpha?”

Eddie nods, barely trusting his voice. “Y-yeah, yes, I am.”

“His sister said you two are bonded, correct?”

“Yes,” Eddie answers, his hand gripping Buck's a bit tighter as he does.

The doctor nods and after making a note in the omega's file she checks Buck’s vitals and compares them to his chart and updates it. Eddie watches her carefully. Only when she is done does she give the alpha any attention again.

“How are they?” Eddie manages to ask.

“He is stable and his condition is slowly improving.”

“So they're okay?”

“As a medically trained first responder, I'm sure you can understand the gravity of the situation at hand,” the doctor starts.

Eddie nods but hopes that by saying nothing the doctor will actually answer his question.

“Did you know about your mate's condition?”

“No,” Eddie half sobs. “I had no idea.”

“Okay,” the doctor says and seems to be considering something before she speaks again. “In cases of neglect like this there is a full investigation,” she says and the alpha has to sit down because to have it put so bluntly was jarring.

“Whatever needs to happen, just please, don't make me leave.”

“Oh as his bonded mate you need to stay, it may be the only thing that keeps his condition from worsening. But I have to legally inform you that your behavior will be heavily monitored and any signs of distress will be dealt with in whatever manner we deem necessary, which may include asking you to leave, and getting the authorities involved if necessary. And if your mate or his family wish to seek legal action, we are obligated to assist them.”

“I don't care what you have to do, I’ll do anything,” Eddie insists. “I just want him to be okay.”

The doctor seems to study the alpha for a full minute.

“I believe you, Mr. Diaz,” she finally says. “And I trust that you being here will not worsen the situation. And if it does that you will act accordingly. I understand that there have been some strenuating circumstances in this particular case. I hope for your sake, and your mate's, that things only get better from here. We will be keeping a close eye on him.”

The doctor excuses herself after that. And what little control Eddie has on his emotions fails. He buries his face in his mate's neck and sobs. He is nothing without Buck. He isn't even a good dad these days without him. He's been trying, but Christopher is still suffering from the after effects of the tsunami and not having his Buck there has made it all the more difficult. The omega had been with him during the terrible experience. It had made the bond the two already had stronger. And Eddie had denied both of them that much needed connection. He was a failure as an alpha. He was a failure as a father. Worst of all, he was a failure as a mate. He neglected his bond and his bonded mate and it nearly cost him everything. He could have lost both his mate and the unborn pup he didn't even know existed. Now that he knows he can't possibly let go. The only reason he would ever leave now was if Buck wanted him to. If his mate couldn't forgive him, the alpha would understand. Eddie sure as hell wasn't ever going to forgive himself.

Eddie wakes up to fingers in his hair and he almost doesn't want to move, but as he inhales the chemically tainted smell of his mate he remembers where he is and why he is there. His head snaps up and he looks into the tired blue eyes of his mate.

“Buck,” is all the alpha manages to say in a broken tone. The numbness that he had felt the past few days gone as the wave of emotions hit him. He can feel their bond again. And it shatters something in him. “I'm sorry.” It's half sobbed and shaken.

Buck had woken up to a weight on his arm that hadn't been there before. The more he thinks, the more he realizes it was a familiar weight. Paired with a feeling he had longed for. His eyes tear up as he inhales and takes in the familiar scent of his mate, but there is something off about it. It has the omega opening his eyes. His alpha is distressed. And yeah, that tracks. The omega blinks tears away as he looks around the hospital room. He has no idea how long he has been there, but by the way Eddie is passed out curled against him it had been a while. And he let his tears fall because Eddie was there. His mate had not only come to his bedside, but was pressed against his side like any distance between was unbearable. After so long without his mate, and now his senses were flooded with him, the omega finally felt some semblance of home. He felt complete again. His hands itched to feel that electricity he always felt when they touched. His hands card through the alpha's unkempt mess of hair.

The omega’s heart clenches at the the sheer level of pain and devastation in the alpha’s voice. Buck gets a real good look at his partner’s face and he looks so raw and broken that the omega wants nothing more than to make things better. But Buck can't forget the reason they are there. His eyes move to his own stomach. Before he can even voice his fears, fears Eddie must feel through their bond, the alpha’s hand rubs along the sheet covered swell.

“Pup’s all right,” Eddie says, his voice now filled with conviction. The alpha's voice is in Buck's ear. The omega can feel the heat of his mate's hand through the fabric on his stomach. The combined sensation and the renewed feelings coursing through him sends a shiver down his spine and sends his heart soaring. It must show in his heart monitor at the way the alpha beside him chuckles. It nearly doubled when he feels Eddie's lips gently brush across the bonding mark on the omega's neck. The feeling of love and safety he has missed for weeks is damn near overwhelming.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie tells him again. And between the look on the alpha's face and the feeling of guilt that flows through their bond has Buck believing him. Combined with the omega's heightened emotions and hormones, Buck couldn't imagine holding any of it against the alpha. Not really.

“I know,” Buck tells him, his own tone a little sad. It's sad, because this whole situation could have been avoided if they had just tried to talk. And he thinks Eddie must feel the same way at the way the alpha’s hand shifts from rubbing the omega's swollen belly to pulling Buck closer to him. And Buck goes willing shifting until his back is flush against the alpha's chest. The alpha protectively curled around him.

“I love you, you know that right? More than anything in the world,” Eddie says.

“Except Christopher,” Buck corrects.

“I love him and this little one,” Eddie states, his hand gently pressing against the swell of the unborn pup. “But that's a different kind of love,” the alpha insists.

The omega swoons a bit at that. He had spent the last few weeks terrified of Eddie rejecting not just him but the pup as well. The relief that Eddie still loved him and wanted him, but that he wanted their pup too was amazing. That the alpha was happy to not just claim the pup as his but say he already loved them. It was like having a large weight removed from the omega's shoulders. That fear had been like an albatross around his neck. And Eddie must feel it all through the bond because, again, Eddie holds him tighter. The alpha’s lips press against the skin behind the omega's ear.

“I'm here now. Not going anywhere.”

The alpha holds the omega as he cries but it doesn't last long. Because Buck is still exhausted and Eddie is warm. The omega is more comfortable and feels better than he has in weeks, maybe months. Buck falls asleep sheltered in his mate's arms.

The alpha tenses as the door opens. The former army medic might hate having his back to the door but the alpha was protectively curled around his pregnant mate. That was way more important than his own comfort.

“Well, don't you two look cozy,” the nurse, a lovely middle aged omega, says as she comes in.

“He woke up for a bit, but fell back asleep,” Eddie tells her as she goes to check the machines. The alpha goes to move to get up so she can check Buck’s vitals but she waves him off.

“You're fine,” she smiles. “The closer you stay the quicker the bond can help him feel better.” She gently checks Buck's pulse and nods.

“I’ll let the doctor know he was awake for a bit,” she says before leaving. Once she is gone he looks over at the clock. It early, but not too early that his pack would be mad at him texting them. As much as he hates the idea of moving from his comfortable spot, he needs his phone which is charging on the table next to the bed. Eddie gets up, stretching as he does. Buck whines in his sleep at the loss and rolls over as if to chase the alpha's fading warmth. It makes the alpha’s heart flutter. He quickly grabs his phone and returns to the bed. Buck now curled into his side with his face tucked in the alpha's neck. Eddie's inner alpha was happier than it had been since the pair bonded at the feel of the omega's bump against his side. And the feeling was heady. The alpha just wants to sit there and bask in the feeling of home that came from watching his vulnerable and trusting mate sleeping in his arms. But he knows he has a number of unanswered messages to deal with. So he silently, and slowly only having one hand to type with, lets Maddie, Carla, and the team know that Buck was doing better. He had woken up for a bit, but was resting now.

They had a lot they needed to sort out, but they would do it together. Lawsuit be damned. His mate and their family was now Eddie's primary focus. And he wasn't willingly going anywhere any time soon. Not unless Buck wanted him to. Even then the alpha wouldn't like it. He loved Buck too much to walk away now. He loved the family they had made. He was sure the others would understand.

When he was done with the messages he settled back down beside his mate and closed his eyes. He would dream of the life they were only just starting as a family, as a pack.

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arecaceae175 · 8 months

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Shield, with Warriors and hurt/comfort? Thank you!!

(TW: mention of blood, injury, concussion, mention of broken bone, Wars is an unreliable narrator and feels bad in the beginning)

Time sighed, and Warriors was pretty certain it was his disappointed sigh. He couldn't blame Time, really. If Warriors had been paying attention like he was supposed to, he would have noticed the trio of moblins hiding in the forest, and there would be three less injured heroes.

Four's ankle was being wrapped. The red potion put the bone back together, but it was still swollen and painful. Sky was curled up underneath his sailcloth, nursing a nasty concussion. His head was pillowed on Twilight's lap, and Twilight was rubbing comforting circles on his back.

It could have been worse, Warriors reminded himself. Sky had just taken a club to the head, so he didn't see the sword coming. If he hadn't jumped in front of Sky, the sword would gone right across his throat. Instead, Warriors had a gash across his shoulder.

They were running low on potions. Warriors refused to take one. Time was cleaning and wrapping his wound, so Warriors had his full, undivided, disappointed attention.

Warriors curled his hand into a fist and turned his head away.

"Captain," Time said quietly.

"Hm."

"I can practically hear your thoughts," Time said. "Stop it."

Warriors sighed a weary sigh and glanced at Time. "Stop what?"

"Stop blaming yourself. None of us saw the other monsters, and you saved Sky's life," Time said.

Warriors shook his head. "I-"

"Nope. None of that. I would like to thank you for saving Sky's life, and alerting the rest of us to the monsters in time. Alright?" Time asked.

Warriors frowned.

"Alright?" Time stressed.

"Alright, fine," Warriors said.

"Good," Time said. "So thank you. I'd rather you use a shield next time, though."

Warriors huffed out a breath. It was close to a laugh, at least.

#mask and wars by beloved #three sentence prompt #ace writes #lu time #lu warriors #lu sky #tw:#blood #injury #concussion #guilt #tw: blood #tw: injury #tw: concussion #tw: guilt #broken bone #tw: broken bone

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ninjastormhawkkat · 2 years

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Wordgirl related ig...unless you want to info dump about other stuff. Either way I'm all ears.

Alright *stretches arms* let's go.

Funny Headcanons.

-Dr. Two Brains both bought him and Becky matching parent-child shirts. These shirts specifically say "Just a Normal Looking, Human Family". They wear it just cause.

-Becky at one point in her childhood will have officially tasted every type of food made with cheese that is in existence on Earth. So will Bob.

-Scoops finds Dr. Two Brains scarier as a parent than as a villain.

-Dr. Two Brains is often a designated driver for Becky and her friends since the other parents have jobs that makes them work a set of hours per week. He drives them to Pretty Princess movies and other places where most people would not expect the villain to show up.

-Two Brains still does tea parties with Becky and Bob. He gets the Henchmen involved so he doesn't have to be the only adult at the table, but the Henchmen love doing the tea parties as much as Becky and Bob do.

Wholesome and Family Headcanons

-Before Bedtime, if Becky falls asleep on the couch, Two Brains carries her on his back like a parent mouse and takes her up to bed.

-For one Halloween, Becky and her class decided to dress up as Wordgirl and her gallery of Villains. Violet dressed up as Wordgirl since most of the class agreed that she looks like her a lot. Becky dressed up as her dad. Two Brains had a hard time taking her picture while crying tears of pride.

-During the "Henchmen Appreciation Day" episode, Becky stole all of the pony and unicorn stickers. The police don't even suspect her.

-The only illegal thing that Steven has done involving Becky is forging documents for her to get into school since he did find her in a forest only with a monkey.

-Becky does not like thunderstorms and rainstorms. She stays close with her dad until the storms blow over. He comforts her through singing.

-If and when Becky does dance, Two Brains sometimes mimics her dance moves so she won't feel bad about her dancing skills.

Angst Headcanons 😈

-Becky does not feel anything for her bio alien parents. She does want to visit Lexicon to learn more about her culture, but does not want to visit her bio family. They had more than a decade to find her, she wonders why they haven't yet?

-Becky has nightmares about Miss Power killing Dr. Two Brains which really upset her. Two Brains has nightmares about Miss Power manipulating Wordgirl and killing her off when she tries to rebel.

-Becky somewhat blames herself for Steven's accident and wishes she were there to prevent things.

-For the amazing cheese and the experimental cheese ship, Steven has never discussed with Becky his past relationships before her adoption. He feels it's too painful to talk about the past.

-Dr. Two Brains hates seeing his child be upset and crying. He feels really guilty seeing Becky so upset after his accident and when he allowed Squeaky to take over for a while.

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #steven boxleitner #dr two brains #melodythebunny #answered ask #becky boxleitner au #wordgirl headcanons #angst #fluff #funny stuff #wholesome #family stuff #tw: guilt #tw: emotional trauma #amazing cheese #experimental cheese

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vvolfstare · 10 months

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bucky & addie | present day

@herosneednotapply

It was strange to know that Addie was in New York City and not see her. He couldn't say if she was avoiding him exactly. If she was, it would never be obvious enough to spot. She wasn't that gauche. But knowing she'd been spending time with Steve and hadn't reached out felt… odd. With anyone else, he'd probably just let it go. Bucky had enough reasons to hate himself that it wasn't a stretch for him to imagine other people did too, and he didn't waste time trying to change their minds about him. It was frustrating and pointless, and what argument did he have, really? He'd done everything they accused him of, and more.

But once, a very long time ago, Adelaide Conner had been one of his best friends in the world. Those early Brooklyn days with Steve and Addie had easily been the best of his life. He'd never expected Steve to take his side in everything that came after. It seemed like too much to hope for that he'd get to keep both of them, but he couldn't live with himself if he didn't try. For the most part, Bucky let people's actions speak for them, but if Addie didn't want to see him again, she was going to have to say it.

In person, preferably. He'd thought about calling first, knowing he could get the number from Steve. Instead, he found himself heading toward her place without being entirely sure that was what he wanted to do. Texting felt cowardly, a phone call only slightly less so, but showing up out of the blue was borderline rude. Christ, he never used to be so unsure of himself. Even standing in front of her door, he had to summon the courage to actually knock instead of turning around and walking the other way. If her security was any kind of decent, she already knew he was there anyway.

#chat: addie #herosneednotapply #alt!postblip #tw: guilt #tw: self-loathing #let me know if anything needs changing!#<3

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vvaywardhunter · 9 months

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I’m sorry. Did I step on your moment? (based on this scene)

@unheald

Dean hadn't really intended to fall in with Rosita and her people when they met, but he could admit it was nice to have a few more people he could trust at his back, a little more safety in numbers when things got hairy. He'd had his doubts about Alexandria from the start, and hardly a day passed that he didn't think about bailing, friends or not. In his experience, anything that seemed too good to be true probably was, and he and Sam had always done fine on their own.

Then there was Negan. Dean still probably could have walked away if he hadn't gone out of his way to make it personal from the start. There had been something deeply satisfying about watching Rosita point a gun at him, even if it had all promptly gone to shit after that. It had taken two of Negan's guys to hold him back while he had a knife on her, and if he was being honest, he hadn't expected either of them to live through it.

Of course, Negan somehow managed to make it feel worse than dying would have. "Pretty sure that was your moment. I'll never forget you pointing a gun at that prick for as long as I live." The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile, but it was hard to feel very good about it with the dirt from digging Olivia's grave still under his fingernails. Dean had killed more monsters and walkers and humans than he could count at this point, but there was a very specific cruelty to Negan's kills that he could never replicate. He always hurt the people who least deserved it.

#chat: rosita #unheald #twd!verse #tw: death #tw: threats #tw: abuse #tw: weapons #tw: guilt #this got out of hand #so please let me know if it doesn't work 😅#we can totally go another direction

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mercyandaminute · 11 months

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andy + matt

@defectivexfragmented

A little over a year after the deaths of his wife and son, and Andy had relocated from Massachusetts to New York City and more or less settled into his new job. The firm was a significant step down from District Attorney, but at this point, he was grateful to be practicing at all. It hadn’t been a sure thing in the aftermath, and losing his license might have been the thing that finally tipped him over the edge. He’d been dangerously near it for a while there anyway, until he realized he had to become someone else to survive. Gone was the joint career and family man, and the one that remained was a little rougher around the edges, a little more prone to gritted teeth and bruised knuckles and abrupt ends to conversations.

After being at the epicenter of a small-town scandal that nevertheless made national news, he appreciated the anonymity afforded by a larger city, although it was far from foolproof. The renewed media circus over the one-year anniversary had involved a few bottles of whiskey and at least one patched-over hole in the wall of his apartment. It had mercifully died down except for the occasional paparazzo who didn't have anything better to do, but Andy gave them nothing. Everything he’d intended to say about it had already been made public.

The fact that his statements barely scratched at the surface of the truth was irrelevant. He wasn't sorry for the lies he'd told, not to the press or the courts, not even to his family. The truth had killed them, the weight of it too much for them to hold, and those bonds were more fragile than he'd ever imagined. If there was a single moment in all of it that he regretted, it was sharing his doubts with Laurie. He'd been holding everything together until that night, but he'd slipped and let his fear overrule his sense. If he'd just kept his mouth shut, knowing full well she couldn't handle the reality of it, things might have gone differently. Instead, that moment of weakness cost them their lives.

He could die in that wreckage with them, or he could stand up and walk away from it, and for whatever reason, Andy had never been the type to quit, even when he knew he was beaten. His life had narrowed down considerably, his days filled with therapy, swimming and boxing at the gym (the latter a new hobby meant to channel some of that pent-up aggression), and work. It was mostly the worst cases that came his way these days, but he still put everything he had into them. It was maybe the one point of pride he had left, and it filled the endless empty hours to focus his mind on familiar, solvable problems. His success rate was better than it should have been, all things considered, but it wasn't like he had a lot of other things distracting him.

And then there was this. When a case failed to keep his interest and he couldn’t stare down another sleepless night, counting the hours until dawn, he found himself in a bar. It was rarely the same one twice, nothing about his existence right now geared toward making lasting connections. It had been so long since he’d done this one night stand shit, just a couple years in college before he met Laurie and things got serious. It was almost uncanny how easily it came back, picking up strangers and deleting numbers from his phone on the sidewalk as the sun came up. He smiled when he said he wouldn't call to take the sting out of it, but he was never anything less than honest about exactly what it was (if not about who he was, if they didn’t already know). Still, people heard what they wanted to. He didn’t feel guilty about it, but he didn’t feel good about it either, and that was okay. He wasn’t sure he was going to feel good ever again.

This place was new to him and a bit of a dive, which suited him fine. He'd found he could no longer stomach the kind of upscale place where lawyers in nicely pressed suits congregated for happy hour, if he’d ever really had a taste for it. He had nothing to say to those people, and they sure as hell didn't have anything to say to him anymore. Happy hour had long since passed anyway, night having fallen outside the tinted windows. He was on his second drink and had just caught the bartender's attention for a third. "Do you mind? Thanks." He nodded toward the man at the other end of the bar, signaling to send him another of whatever he was drinking as well. A long shot, but fuck it. He was easy on the eyes, and Andy was just buzzed enough to not care if he got punched by a homophobe.

#chat: matt #defectivexfragmented #verse: welcome to new york #tw: child death #tw: spouse death #tw: alcohol #tw: grief #tw: guilt #let me know if anything needs to be changed!#<3

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tiffonacid · 1 year

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ghost/human angsty bad ending prompt [tw: memory loss, death by illness]

A ghost who falls in love with someone in their old, old house. However, there’s asbestos* or some sort of similar issue that has grown in the house a long time after the ghost died, and neither are aware of it. The living person starts losing their memories, forgetting things from the simple to entire people. The living person dies due to the illness and becomes another ghost to haunt the house, all the while the original ghost is forced to grapple with the fact that their loved one doesn’t remember them, never will, and it’s all their fault (in their mind, at least) because they were the thing that kept their love there.

*based on a story I heard yeaaaaars ago about a family who started having mental troubles due to living in an infested house (including forgetting things like where they parked their car in the grocery lot and how to get home)

don't remember when or where I heard it, but it stuck with me. looked up if asbestos actually caused memory loss and google said "not directly" so ??

#writing prompt #ghost #tw: death #tw: ghosts #tw: illness #tw: angst #angst #if I need to add more tw tags *please* tell me #tw: loss #tw: grief #ship prompt #tw: guilt #tw: memory loss #story prompt #dementia #tw: dementia #angst prompt #likely inaccurate to how this stuff works uhh #trying to be Very careful about the tws hdhdhfbdn

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griim · 2 years

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The Funeral.

Tw: Mental Health, Self loathing, Survivors Guilt, Guilt, Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Suicidal Thoughts, War flashbacks, Depression, Death, Funeral, PTSD

The sounds of the light rain falling on the roof woke Gemma up, eyes glanced over, and the clock read five forty-five in the morning. Two hours left til she needed to wake up. Gemma’s eyes drift up to the ceiling, the popcorn ceiling staring back at her, as tears return to her eyes. She thought she had run out of them, yet, they came once more, stinging again as they ran down her cheeks. How long had she been in this bed? Gemma’s legs worked, didn’t they? Or, in the chaos of things, had she purged that memory for more important ones? All these memories reminded Gemma of what she could have had. If only she had not let him down. The familiar tightening in her chest returned. Gemma wished more than anything to reach over and feel him there, feel his warm breath on her skin. But, when her hand reaches out to where he would have been sleeping was no one, and the bed is cold. Empty.

As her eyes filled with tears, memories flooded back to her, and she could hear that night she had everything. For once in her life, she had it ALL. Around her, the dark room faded, and she was back at that Italian restaurant with the cheesy music and names neither of them could pronounce. That was their place. It was where they had their first kiss and, first date, things she desperately clung to after what happened weeks ago. She needed to do something to occupy her mind, something that wasn’t destructive. So, most of the time, Gemma ‘traveled’ back to the times she had Jordan in her life.

The night was warm. It was Mid-April, and Jordan had surprised her with a night out under the condition that she wore a black dress. Something he had been trying to get her to do, and so she agreed under the condition that he wore a suit. Of course, he did, and damn did he look good in it. Walking over to the table, she smiled. Gemma remembered what she had ordered. It was always the same. Even then, she was a creature of habit, something that never changed. Gemma wanted nothing more than to reach out her hand and take his hand, feel his touch one more time, and say goodbye. As the dessert came, lights around them dimmed, and a song began to play. Gemma knew what was coming.

‘Take me back to that night… Please..’ She whispered to herself in the empty bedroom, knowing that wish would go unfulfilled.

Jordan kneeled before Gemma, and for once, Jordan was trembling. The unflappable Jordan trembled before her. Then, a simple phrase few ever get to hear was whispered to her. ‘Will you marry me, Gemma Harding.’ A ring emerged from a box, a simple one, the very one that remained tucked away in her nightstand, collecting dust. That damned ring she could not stand to look at anymore, a broken promise, just another crack in her life. “Yes,” she heard herself reply and get up to hug him. What Gemma now wouldn’t give to feel that one more time. To be in his embrace, to feel his hair through her fingers, to feel like she was home again. The scene faded in her memory once more as the alarm clock buzzed. Seven in the morning had come, and she was back in reality. ‘What if I didn’t wake up…. Who would notice.’ The woman thought to herself. Once again, her gaze remained on the popcorn ceiling.

Nicole trotted over and sat by her bed. Gemma glanced over as the pup licked her hand. Gemma knew Nicole must have been grieving too. Jordan was just as important to both of them. For very different reasons. Gathering all the mental and physical energy she could, she pushed herself to sit up and swing her legs over the side of the bed. A clang and bang of bottles and cans that covered the ground sounded as her feet touched the floor, the cold hardwood waking her up a little. A voice inside told her to stay in bed. She didn’t deserve to get up, not after what happened. Gemma Harding was a failure. Eyes looked over at her service dress uniform, tears overtaking her brown hues. At least when people asked why she had red eyes, Gemma could lie and say it was only from crying.

Stepping into the bathroom, she turned on the water to warm up. Undressing, Gemma stood staring at herself in the mirror, rage built up inside her. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” Gemma screamed at the reflection, “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU! NOT HIM!” Hands bashed on the countertop, grabbing anything and throwing it at the mirror, cracking it a little. Jagged mockery of her reflection looking back at her. She was nothing more than a weapon. And, weapons don’t get to be loved, only used and cast aside. After standing there glaring at the reflection she loathed, she staggered into the shower, the warm water flowing over the healing wounds. The bomb that had gone off had done damage, but nothing that would not heal in time, but not without leaving the scars as the reminder of her greatest failure. And, no matter how hard she scrubbed, that disgust with herself would not go away.

Drying off, she began to dress. The weight of her uniform seemed to triple overnight. Reaching for the jacket, she eyed the name tag, the urge to rip it off nearly taking over. Gemma was not a soldier but a failure to those in the uniform. A soldier doesn’t let a man die alone. More importantly, she wasn’t supposed to let her lover die. Closing her eyes, she smiled. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see his face, smiling and inviting her to hold him. Jordan was telling her that she could do this, but the reality was, no, no, she couldn’t. Not anymore. Putting her arms through the sleeves, she buttoned up the jacket, and white gloves slipped onto dry hands, though she knew it should be red, especially with the blood on her hands. Finishing her hair, she placed the cap on, Gemma tried to hold her head high, but it was wavering. She didn’t know if she could look anyone in the eye again, not after all of this.

The car ride to the service was quiet, except for the nagging voice inside her head reminding her that he would be here if she had not reloaded. Multiple times, considering the thought of pulling into oncoming traffic and escaping this guilt. However, Gemma pulled up to the location and sat for several moments, watching the people arrive. So many people loved Jordan and cared. He had changed so many lives. Gemma stepped out of the car, shutting the door before joining the crowd. Sitting in the back, Gemma refused to sit close to his family. She couldn’t face them, not now or probably ever. Who would want to look the woman in the eye that got their child killed? The service began, and this sick feeling rested in her stomach. How could they all mourn an empty casket? They should have gone back for him. They could have brought him home. Once again, the tears returned, and, at least here, no one would bat an eye at her sobbing. Bozman, who had taken a seat beside her, touched her shoulder, which caused her to jump. “Don’t. Don’t. Touch. Me.” She harshly whispered. The fewer people close to her, the better, at least they might live.

After prayers, the flag was presented to the family, then taps began, and like the others, Gemma salutes though deep inside wants to run to the casket to say goodbye. Gemma stood, hand held up to her forehead, handshaking. She was mentally unwell and should not be here, but she needed to be here. Each second reminded her how much Gemma wished it were her in that casket, though Gemma doubted anyone would attend. Gemma could hear the soft sobs from Mal, Adelle, and Em. Adelle clutching the flag, once again, a reminder of the fault she played in this, eyes close as taps slowly finished playing. As the empty casket was lowered into the grave, seven riflemen stood in a line, each pointing their rifles to the sky, each firing three shots. Each one symbolizes a detail of the service; ‘duty, honor, and sacrifice.’ The last one should not have been for him, not like this. As the shots rang out, Gemma couldn’t handle it. She could hear the commands again.

‘We’ve been ambushed! Take cover, now! Grim, Reaper, report?’ And then the sight of blood and Jordan laying on the ground before her, once white gloves now red. ‘Medevac! We have a man down,’ her voice echoed around her.

Stumbling, Gemma felt her heart race, Bozmen noticing, took her by the arm and led her away. Knowing full well she was suffering, “Harding, Harding.” He did his damnedest to snap her out of it, and seconds later, the shots had stopped, and she was standing under a tree looking up to Bozmen. “This was a mistake… I need to go…” Gemma moved away and rushed away from everyone. Gemma did not belong here. The key turned, and the car came to life. Pulling out of her spot, she didn’t look back. Gemma couldn’t. Otherwise, she didn’t know if she would survive the night. Not that she would have complained if she hadn’t. The radio came alive, and a song began to play, The Night We Met, the loud sobs finally escaped. How long had she held this in? Her chest heaved with each sob. Gemma felt the urge to throw up but gulped it down. Hands beat on the wheel of her car. Gemma screamed as guilt consumed her more and more every second that he was not here. Gemma drove until she could not anymore. Finding a bar, Gemma drank the night away, wanting to feel nothing. Wanting to forget or be taken back to the night she had everything….

The End.

#007. ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ║Drabbles║#tw: long post #tw: mental health #tw: self loathing #tw: survivors guilt #tw: Guilt #tw: suicidal ideation #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: war flashbacks #tw: ptsd #tw: depression #tw: death #tw: funeral #tw: suicide

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in-love-with-writing-whump · 3 months

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TW: Implied Abuse, Strong Language

Caretaker couldn’t find Whumpee anywhere. They'd been searching the seedy part of the city— this is where they lived?— all night after they had stormed out after an argument, and still nothing. Caretaker didn't like this place, all grimy and full of faces that smiled with too many fangs to be human. The bars clamored with the worst type of clientele, and though their coat did little to protect from the cold, and the warmth enticed them, they ignored it.

They heard some murmuring from a small crowd, and their stomach turned to lead. They pawed their way through the crowd, glaring up at the jostling gossipers. They parted through the sea of people, finally able to see.

Whumpee laid there, still dressed in the less-than-winter-appropriate outfit from earlier, blood matted into their hair, skin all scraped up and bruised. One of their eyes appeared swollen shut, blood dripping from their split lip as they trembled in their unconscious state.

Caretaker shoved the people around them back. "Get the fuck out of here! Don't you have places to be?!"

The crowd grumbled but dispersed upon seeing Caretaker's gun. They crouched before Whumpee, cautious not to touch them. They didn’t want to scare them, instead letting Whumpee see their hands.

"Whumpee?"

They let out what sounded like a whimper, eyelids fluttering but never fully opening. Caretaker had a million questions, but sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose. They already knew have the answers, and besides, they weren't going to get much out of them like this anyway.

Caretaker stood up, shrugging off their coat, thankful for the thick top they had on underneath. They laid it over Whumpee, holding back a cry at how small they looked like that. They weren't supposed to be small.

"Whumpee, I'm going to pick you up now. I'm going to bring you home, alright?"

Their face scrunched up, voice too hoarse. "Whumper... No, please..."

Caretaker knelt back down, eyes burning as Whumpee's arm flailed, not hitting anything, just revealing more bruises and cigarette burns.

"I'm here now, Whumpee. Whumper won't hurt you while I'm here. I'm right here."

They gingerly scooped Whumpee up into their arms, wincing at how hollow they felt, like a strong breeze would blow them away. Whumpee's face nestled into Caretaker's shoulder, and as Caretaker carried them back home— their real home— they let that act as the smallest insurance that they might be okay.

#whump prompt #whumpee #tw: trauma #caretaker #tw: angst #whumper #tw: crying #tw: guilt #tw: abuse #tw: blood #tw: bruises #tw: injury #tw: hypothermia #tw: missing #tw: strong language #tw: violence #tw: self destruction #definitely not based on a new ship I love #nope definitely not

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anon911andbuddie · 1 year

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Hi I was wondering if you where still taking prompts if so I had an idea for a Eddie and Buck one where it’s after the lawsuit and Bucky is back working but everyone is avoiding him and when they get a call they leave him behind to clean. All the stress gets to him and one day while everyone is out on a call Bucky had another embolism. He calls 9-1-1 and another house saves him and the 118 comes back to blood on the floor and two fire fighters waiting to tell them what happened.

This one is long overdue. It has been started in my drafts for a long time. And I finally got to finish it. Hope you guys enjoy it.

-Scarlet 📕

Content warnings: Blood, coughing, struggling to breathe, panic, fear, passing out, intubation, pulmonary embolism, ambulances, hospitals, pain, guilt, anger.

Away Team

Buck looked around the empty station and felt the pain in his chest get worse. The call had the full crew out. As the pain persisted Buck realized it wasn't the usual ache that came with working these days. No, this was a different but familiar pain. It hurt, and he felt a cough in his throat, even deep in his chest. He reached up to where his radio should be and remembered he didn't have his radio on him. Why would he? It was just another way for them to yell at him. So he grabbed his phone, and as stupid as it made him feel, he dialed 911. Coughing as he did. He did his best to explain between choking coughs and gasping breaths. He somehow managed to get his location out as he dropped to his knees in the vacant truck bay. He looked down and frowned. He'd just cleaned that floor, and now it had blood on it. Bobby was going to be so pissed. Buck could hear the dispatcher's voice through his speaker, but he was no longer able to understand her. He blacked out.

His consciousness returned with a sudden jolt. The coughing made his chest burn, and something was in his throat. It all hurt. A firm hand stopped him from pulling at the tube in his throat.

"Easy, Buckley," an unfamiliar voice told him. "You're having a hard enough time already. No need to make it worse." How did they know his name? Where was he? Buck looked around and realized he was in an ambulance. He looked up to see a paramedic he didn't really know. The confusion must have been clear on his face because the paramedic sighed but smiled.

"You called 911, do you remember?" He thought about it, and he remembered what had happened. He nodded as much as he could.

"Okay, that's good," the paramedic smiled. "I'm Mel. I work with the 122."

Buck nodded again in acknowledgment.

"I have to ask, Buckley," Mel said. "Dispatch said you told her it was an embolism. You have one before?"

Buck nodded.

"You on blood thinners?"

He nodded again.

"You take your meds today?"

Buck tried to remember if he did. He half shrugged, an action that didn't help his sore and exhausted body.

"Okay," Mel nodded as she began to check his vitals again. "That is honestly more than I figured I'd get with the tube in. Just relax now, Buckley. We'll be at the hospital soon."

"You seeing this, Bobby?" Chim asked as they neared the station and saw a fire engine that didn't belong to their house in front of the bay's open doors.

"Yeah," Bobby said as he eyes the truck as they got closer.

"What the hell is the 122 doing here?" Eddie asked as they pulled in beside the engine.

"Let's find out," Bobby said as he got out and approached the pair of firefighters that were blocking them from pulling into the station.

"Captain Nash?" One of the men asked.

"That's me," Bobby looked between the men.

"Is that blood?" Eddie asked as he joined them. He looked around the empty bay. "Wait, where's-"

"Buckley will hopefully be at Good Samaritan by now," the second firefighter said.

"What happened?" Bobby asked, his heart rate picking up as he took it all in. There were discarded gloves and blood on the floor.

"We were going to ask you the same thing," the first said.

"Who are you?" Chim asked.

"Morris and Jameson from the 122." The one named Jameson said.

"What happened to Buck?" Bobby asked.

"He called 911," Morris said bluntly. "Never had a call to another station before. Our captain said it never really happens.

"Why? Is he alright?" Eddie asked.

"He was coughing up blood," Jameson answered, gesturing to the spots on the floor. “Heard something about an embolism.”

"That can't be right," Eddie said. "He is on blood thinners."

Morris eyed Eddie skeptically. "Diaz, is it? That's why we're here to talk to Captain Nash. Our captain has a few concerns."

"Where is your captain?" Chim asked.

"He decided it best to go with Buckley," Jameson told him. “Said the guy sued the department once already and that he wanted to make sure he didn't have any reason to do it again. Best care and all that."

"He dropped the suit," Hen said.

Jameson shrugged. "They said that, but we're still confused on how an embolism risk is not only on duty but alone. That seems a bit-"

"He isn't working calls. That is why he was here," Bobby said. "A sort of light duty."

"So you're a man down on calls?"

"For now," Bobby said.

"Riiight," Morris said. "Might be for a lot longer now."

"So he had another embolism?" Bobby tried to get the conversation back to how Buck is now.

"It was what dispatch said he managed to say," Jameson answered. "She wasn't sure because sounded like the guy was coughing up a lung, and from how we found him, I believe it. The guy was collapsed on the ground struggling to breathe and coughing up blood. So seemed right to the medics. They got a tube in, we loaded him up and got him out of here."

"Oh, Buckaroo," Hen said as she shook her head. She reached over and gave Eddie's shoulder a squeeze. He'd gone quiet and a bit pale as they listened to them talk.

"But honestly, we're a bit confused because Deluca used to talk about how close you guys are, but your own guy had to call for us? How does that even happen?"

"It is a long story," Bobby sighed.

"We got until the boss calls us out, and I'm sure the chief will want to hear." With that, Bobby took the two firefighters to his office.

"You okay?" Hen asked Eddie.

"He is on the blood thinners. How could this happen?" Eddie asked, his eyes glued to the blood splatters on the ground.

"Well, meds can fail," Hen said.

"But they usually don't-"

"He couldn't remember if he took them," they all looked up to see another member of the 122 come through the doors.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"Or at least that was what I could figure out with just yes and no questions in the rig," she said. "He might be on them, but he had to have missed more than just one dose for this to happen." She gestured to the mess on the ground.

"He was awake? Is he okay?" Eddie asked.

"He was conscious and as okay as someone can be with a tube shoved down his throat, though I guess his sister said he'd had a trach before, so I guess he has had worse."

"Maddie is there?" Chim said as he pulled out his phone.

"If that is his sister, then she was on her way last I heard from my captain."

"But is he-"

"As fun as this game of 20 questions is, where are Morris and Jameson?"

"In talking to our captain," Hen said.

"Can you take me to them?" The medic asked.

"Sure, he'll be glad to hear Buck was awake." Hen said as she leads her toward Bobby's office.

Chim pulled his phone from his ear. "Maddie's not answering."

Eddie rubbed at his face and looked down at the blood again. "Why wouldn't he call us?"

"You're seriously asking that?" Chim said, causing Eddie to look up at him.

"What the hell does that mean?" Eddie said.

"I mean, if you haven't noticed, this whole situation is a disaster. I thought that scene at the store was bad, but been more than a bit frosty around here since he came back."

"Don't you put this all on me. That’s-" Eddie said, a sharp edge to his tone.

"I'm not. I just-" Chimney started.

"This is on all of us," Bobby said as he approached them. "But mostly me. I should have been keeping a closer eye on him." They all watched as the 122 went back to their vehicles and left.

"Can we go see him?" Eddie asked.

"After we get this place cleaned up."

Buck woke up to the sound of harsh whispers.

"No, this is all your fault. You had one job, to keep your team safe, including my brother. You don't get to pick and choose who on your team you care about. You are their captain, his captain-"

"Mads," Buck managed to call out. His voice sounded off to his own ears, and his throat felt like someone sandpapered it. But at least the tube was out.

"Hey, take it easy. Your vocal cords took a bit of a beating," Maddie said as she rushed back to his side and held up a styrofoam cup with a straw. He took a drink, and it helped soothe his throat a bit, but not much. He looked up at the door and saw Bobby standing in it. Buck forced himself not to flinch but must have failed when he felt his sister squeeze his hand.

"This is what I didn't want to happen," Maddie glared at Bobby. "You-"

"I know this is my fault," Bobby said. "I know I failed Buck. I figured he'd be fine at the station, that he-"

"He is sitting right here," Buck grumbled.

"I know, and I am so sorry Buck," Bobby said. "This should never have happened I-"

"If the 122 hadn't read you the riot act, would you even be here?" Maddie asked.

"Of course, he is still a part of the team, still one of us." Bobby nodded.

"Got a funny way of showing it," Maddie huffed.

"Maddie," Buck cautioned.

"No, Evan," Maddie held his hand between hers. "They treated you terribly. You dropped the suit and did everything they asked, and they still let this happen."

"They didn't make me miss my meds," Buck admitted.

"About that, Buck, when did you stop taking them?" Bobby asked.

"I didn't intentionally do it. I just ran out and couldn't get to the pharmacy because I had to work."

"You should have told me. I would have-" Bobby started to say.

"Don't," Maddie cut him off. "Do not make him feel bad about this. You assigned his shifts. You assigned him every chore in the book. He could have died, and you guys would have come back and found him dead in the station. The one you are supposed to be in command of."

"I know, and that is something I have to live with,” the captain admitted, “Knowing how close we were to losing Buck, and it was absolutely preventable. If we had just paid more attention."

"Damn right you should have," Maddie said, glaring at him.

"I know, and you can't possibly know how sorry I am." Bobby turned to look at Buck and took a few steps closer. "If you want to transfer out, I would understand, we all would, and I know nothing can change what we did, but I promise if you come back things will be better."

"Why would I transfer? What house would want the guy that sued his boss and the department?" Buck said, his face reflecting his depressive state.

"Well, the 122 was quick to call us out. One of the old 118 crew had told them about us, and what they saw didn't mesh with that idea, and they had a lot of questions. You made quite an impression on them. I'm sure you could-"

"You promise if I come back that everyone won't hate me, and I will get to do more than grunt work, right?" Buck asked.

"I assure you most of the team has already changed their tune," Bobby said.

"I don't know,” Buck said, his doubts clear in his tone. “Eddie was so pissed before-"

"I'm sure if Eddie was still angry he wouldn't be out in the waiting room,” Bobby informed him, “the others too."

"Unless he came to yell at him some more," Maddie grumbled.

"If his reaction when we got back to the station was anything to go by,” Bobby said to try and assure them, “I doubt he'll do much yelling, but only Eddie can really answer that."

"So you are really sure they don't hate me?" Buck asked.

"We don't hate you, Buckaroo," Hen replied. They all looked up to see Hen, Chim, and Eddie at the door.

"Right," Buck said, not really believing her.

"Buck," Hen started but was stopped by Eddie.

"You might not believe us now, and that's on us," Eddie said as he moved closer to Buck's bed. "And if we have to earn that back, we will.”

Buck looked up at his sister. “Is this really happening? I’m not dead, right?”

“They’re lucky you aren’t dead, or your lawsuit would look trivial compared to the hell I would have raised,” Maddie admitted without hesitation. “And as tempting as doing it anyway seems and as much as I’d love to see these 3 sweat it, I won’t do that to you.” She squeezed her brother’s hand. “You’ve been through enough.”

“I just want to go back to normal,” Buck said.

“Evan…” Maddie started.

“We can’t go back, can’t change what is done,” Bobby admitted. “Believe me. I wish I could. But we can do better going forward.”

“And we will,” Eddie stated.

“All of us,” Hen added.

“Yeah, what they said,” Chim nodded.

Maddie shook her head but asked, “And you’ll make sure he gets back on his feet and stays that way?”

“Of course,” Bobby agreed.

“You swear you’ll actually have his back this time?” Maddie looked at Eddie.

“On my life,” Eddie answered.

“I will hold you to that, Diaz,” Maddie told him.

“Maddie, please, I just-” Buck started.

“I’m not going to be sorry about holding them accountable, Evan. You wouldn’t be here if they did their jobs. I’m not going to stand here and listen to them make empty promises. They don’t get to try and save their own asses just because another crew called them out.”

“We won't make the same mistake again,” Bobby assured her.

“I’ll make sure they don’t.” They turned to see Athena standing in the doorway.

"Good," Maddie says. She did still trust Athena.

"I just want to go back to work," Buck says.

"And you will after you're cleared for duty," Bobby says.

"But they will not be standing in your way this time," Athena says. “Their superiors have assured me.”

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that even I got a call from the fire chief and the captain of the 122. And they will be keeping an eye on things. And so will I."

Buck groans and drops back against the pillows.

"Evan," Maddie says. "It means they are taking this as seriously as it should be. This sort of thing should never have happened." She glares at her brother's team. "The chief probably just wants to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"And it won't,” Bobby insists. “We'll take whatever punishments the department sees fit. If that's having to put up with inspections and even an investigation, that's fine. We'll do it."

"Technically, I don't think we broke any written rules," Chim points out. Earning a glare from Maddie. "But it was still wrong," he adds. "Hen and I should have stepped in when you came back."

"We should have been checking in with you on how you were feeling and how the meds were going," Hen adds. "We're the medics on the team. Everyone's well-being is supposed to be even more important to us. And we botched that."

"We never wanted this to happen," Chim says. "No one wants you to suffer."

Buck huffs, but it turns into a cough.

Eddie is at his side before he can even get a breath in.

"Slow breaths, as deep as you can without it hurting," Eddie tells him. He goes to put a hand on Buck's back, but the younger man flinches. And Eddie pulls away like he was burned. Maddie rubs her brother's back instead.

"Thank you for the update, but Evan needs his rest," Maddie says sternly. Shutting down any further conversation. "Athena, you are welcome to stay, but I must ask the rest of you to leave."

"Understandable," Bobby acquiesces. "Let us know when you're feeling better, Buck. Then we can discuss your schedule." Buck nods. Bobby turns to the team. "Let's go." He can tell Eddie wants to fight him in this. "We can discuss this later."

Once back at the station, Eddie stares at the now clean spot that was the only hint that Buck had ever been in trouble.

"Eddie," Bobby starts. "You need to give him time. Maybe we both need to start by telling him why we've been so hard on him. I know you hate seeing him hurting as much as we all do, but Maddie is right. We owe him an explanation. We owe it to him to fix this. To be better. I'm going to go call the chief. We may be in for a tough few weeks, but it's…well, it's deserved. We made this mess. I made this mess. Now it's time to face the consequences." He gave Eddie a pat on the shoulder before heading to his office.

Bobby was right. They needed to fix it. And Eddie had a good idea of where to start. If Buck was still in the hospital in the morning, Eddie was going to bring Christopher to see him. If he was back home, then he and Christopher would bring him breakfast. Either way, starting tomorrow morning, Buck would have Christopher back. It may take Buck longer to let Eddie back in, but this would be a start. A peace offering. Yeah, that was a good plan. But first, he needed to call Carla and endure whatever lecture he was about to get. She has been Buck's friend longer than Eddie was. She would not be happy about what happened, but he was sure she would help him. She would help for Christopher's and Buck’s sake. She cares for them both. Eddie might have to work to get back in her good graces now too, but maybe a few added paid days off might help. Maybe. Either way, he had a plan.

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sortofanobsession · 4 months

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It's an Art (Angel Torres x Reader, Nope Reader Insert)

A/N: This may seem random but I watched Nope with my husband the other day and wrote a thing. (More than one but this is the one I posted.

The dirt in the air was brutal on your lenses but you tried not to think about it. You focused on getting the best shots. You back up camera ready to go in case the canon failed. The main issue you faced was the shutter could only work so fast. You had to try and anticipate the actions of an unpredictable creature. Sure, you had practice in the field, but this was unlike anything you had seen before. You honestly doubted your own skills for this one. It was increasingly frustrating. You almost wish you had just brought your old Bell and Howell 8mm motion picture camera. But your uncle had said that even if you just got photos documenting everything else it was worth it. So you kept at it. You shot multiple rolls of film. “The light,” Antlers says. You look up from where you were changing the film in your canon. You tuck the finished film in the case and into your bag. You are just snapping the camera casing closed after placing the new one when he continues. “The light, it's going to be magic soon.” Your stomach dropped. “What?” You started as your uncle began walking away. “Wait, no, you can't mean-” Your uncle doesn't even acknowledge you begging him to stop. “Please don't.” “Where are you going?” Angel asks him. “No! Just no!” You shout at him. Angel is confused but knows something bad is happening. You try to block him. Your uncle just puts a hand on your cheek. “Kid…” he starts. “Please don't do this,” you say, and your own voice sounds weak. “It's going to be alright,” your uncle says to you. He looks over at Angel. “We don't deserve the impossible.” He moves past you. You went to try and follow him but Angel manages to catch your wrist as he tells the Haywoods what was happening over the walkie. Both Em and OJ try to reach him over the device. You see Angel move towards the mounted camera. And you can't let it end like this. You have to try. You pick up your backup 35mm and hand it to Angel. It was set up primarily for black and white but it was better than nothing. “Lens cap,” you tell him as you take over the motion picture. You blink away tears as you attempt to orient the shot. “Stubborn bastard,” you mutter as you glance back towards where your uncle was. You hear Angel shout and you weigh your options. You pull the scarf and goggles over your eyes. You could barely see but they might save more than just your vision this time. Mentally thanking your journalist friend for having gifted you the snow goggles for a Yukon shoot. The tornadic force hits you and you wonder if you might actually die for this. You feel a piercing pain in the side of your head and the world goes black.

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igcttabe · 2 years

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"i got you something to make you feel better."

ELLIE HADN’T MUTTERED A SINGLE WORD AFTER WHAT HAD HAPPENED. she had barely touched her food or water either, she just sat in the corner of her cell. not even on her bed, her legs curled up tightly into her chest so she could hide her face in her arms that she wrapped around them. the only person who could get any kind of reaction from her was the grabber, the rest of the time, she didn’t even flinch when people tried to communicate with her. why would she? screw them, right? IT WAS HIS VOICE that made her lift her head up, her neck felt stiff from where she’d been in the same position for so long. “you... did?” there was nothing but relief from her when she knew it was him, he was the only one who got anything out of her. he was the only one who would too. hearing the crack in her voice from how dry her throat was, made her reach forward and take the bottle of water he had left her from before. taking a long sip of it. “DO I DESERVE IT?” @bcssbitchs

#ellie ; convo #ellie ; al #tw: mental health :(#tw: guilt #tw: grief #i love them so much #kdfhgkdjfkhgdh

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ninjastormhawkkat · 2 years

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Can we get more of the evil wordgirl/hero Steven au?

Okay I have about four of these aus out there. Two involve alien Steven and human Becky and one of these two involve Becky being fused with Squeaky.

My villain Becky au aka Mousekit au, Steven is more of hero support to Amazo Guy who is the main hero in this au. Steven would help Amazo Guy like with Wordgirl in the canon series if the accident didn't happen.

My version of the braingirl au has the hero Steven and mousebraingirl where Wordgirl gets fused with Squeaky instead of Steven. I do have a new side blog for that called @worldofbraingirlau which is an ask blog and also includes snippets for the au if you want to check it out.

I am just going to focus on headcanons for the mousekit and mousebraingirl au since headcanons for the other two aus usually revolve around episodes. I can put those down if you want to hear more about them.

Mousekit au

-Steven does punish Becky if she gets caught doing her crimes. The punishments vary based on the severity of the crime.

-Mousekit likes doing team ups with most of the villains, sometimes she distracts Amazo Guy while the villain gets away. She also works with villains hand-in-hand stealing stuff and battling Amazo Guy. Becky likes hanging out with Granny May the best because she enjoys scamming and deceiving people with her. She also likes hanging out with The Butcher because they can talk about their families with each other.

Besides Steven and Amazo Guy - only the villains know Becky is Mousekit.

Steven found out about Becky being an alien from Amazo Guy since Bob is not around in this au.

The only battle Steven was the hero that defeated the villain was when Tobey built an army of destructive robots designed to impress Mousekit and win her affections. Steven took much joy in creating a virus that caused all of Tobey's robots to humiliate themselves and self destruct. Amazo didn't have to lift a finger that time.

The villains know that Becky's dad helps Amazo Guy but they don't purposefully try to hurt him.

The Miss Power Arc in this au is pretty tame compared to canon. Amazo Guy does not fall for Miss Powers tricks. She does succeed in hurting Becky's feelings and making fun of how she is a disgrace to Lexiconian kind. Steven and Amazo Guy cheer her up. She does try to kill Steven like in canon. He helps Mrs. Botsford with the villains, was captured also because Becky was his daughter and Miss Power believed he created villains not heroes. Amazo guy stops her buy punching the living daylights out of her.

The Kid Math arc is more emotional. Rex has a hard time accepting Becky's friendship and help since she is a villain, may explain later in a different ask.

As for the Mousebrain Takeover episode - Mr. Big creates a mind control device that convinces people they are villains so they can commit crime and give Mr. Big a distraction for him to commit his own crimes and not get caught. Steven is unfortunately hit by this device and becomes a "charming" villain😈.

I do have a rough idea on involving Squeaky and including Dr. Two Brains, but it won't be Steven but someone else.

The henchmen in this au are henchmen for hire.

Mousebraingirl Headcanons: Welcome to angst😈

Steven does not know his daughter is Wordgirl before the accident. He finds out after she displays her powers trying to steal cheese. It worsens his already guilt that not only he turned his daughter into a villain, but he just doomed Fair City because he took away their hero.

Steven does not like being referred to as a hero as Wordman. He just took the mantle because the city will fall apart to villains if he didn't.

Mouse has a different outfit from her old Wordgirl one - mouse themed - that she created by herself.

Her villain name is Mousebrain Girl. Almost no one else in Fair City except Steven, Bob, and the Henchmen know Becky is Mousebrain Girl. They don't even realize that she used to be Wordgirl, even when she still defines words from time to time.

Bob is upset about what happened to Becky but does not blame Steven for it. He feels guilty for not trying his hardest to help her.

The henchmen join Mouse when they see her carrying a whole giant wheel of cheese and think she needs help carrying it. Steven did invent a storage for her cheese like in canon, but for the purpose of keeping Squeaky appeased why he searches for a cure. The Henchmen live in the warehouse. The cheese storage system is there and they keep an eye on it. Steven is kind of a jerk to the henchmen at first because they are villains and except for Mousebrain girl, he despises the villains because of his issues with Squeaky and how he is a hero now. He begins to tolerate them over time and along the way becomes somewhat nice and civil with them.

Except for his daughter and a few other people, Steven is just cold, angry, and callous to everyone else. Guy is really consumed with guilt and anger at himself for being so careless with his experiment. He refuses to let anyone help him thinking he doesn't deserve it but Mouse does. After the incident, he moved out of his lab because of painful memories and moved his research equipment to his basement. He is still a teacher and does help the Fair City police in the criminal science dept. when he is not being Wordman. (headcanon by @djsadbean)

Mouse's personality is a mix between Becky's and canon Two Brains. She has been put in jail only when the police arrive quickly to take her away before Wordman can intervene. Steven always pays the bail and just carries her in his arms silently while taking her home. (If she hasn't busted out by then.) Most people don't realize Steven is behind Mousebrain girl's creation and just associate him helping Wordman take her home.

The Miss Power arc is emotional but the "Mouse Brain Takeover" episode is just...Yikes. Squeaky manipulates Becky in this au to let him take over and afterwards, Steven gets her to promise to not let Squeaky take over again. Let's just say Steven has a lot of nightmares about that event afterwards and has woken up with tears in his eyes.

The Kid Math arc makes Steven confront himself and his worries and regrets about being a mentor again. He is less patient with Kid Math than Wordgirl is at the beginning.

Steven has lied to the public that Wordgirl is back on lexicon for special training and he takes over for a while. He hates when the ask when she is coming back. He also hates lying to Becky about him being Wordman but he can't let Squeaky find out.

Steven was a huge emotional wreck after the first battle with Mousebrain Girl, he wasn't willing to fight her but he really had no choice.

Professor Tubing suspects that Steven is Wordman and knows about Mousebrain Girl's identity and what happened with Wordgirl, but he doesn't know how to come about this conversation with his old friend.

Mouse does not remember much about her past as Becky except for her dad, bob, and that she is an alien from Lexicon but that's about it.

Well @notavegan3 I hoped you like these headcanons. Let me know if you want to talk more about them or how episodes will work in this au.

tags: @liloskull343 @drtwobrainsstuff @hibiscus-candy @melodythebunny

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