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flutter2deceive · 1 year

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Started typing this in the tags of another post but i had more thoughts than i thought and ran out of tags lmao so here's its own post

one of the disconnects of melissa and joe's marriage is melissa wanting to chime in when he talks about work cuz he's living her childhood dream and that's so cool! and joe just brushes her off like 'nah that's not how it works babe... hey grab me a beer while you're in the kitchen.' end of discussion.

and yeah he's probably partially coming from a place of not wanting to rehash his workday cuz it's tough and sometimes really depressing, but he doesn't communicate that; he just scoffs at his silly little wife thinking she knows anything about firefighting. and her face falls a little more each time, until eventually she just stops trying. until eventually she starts to forget that it was even her dream to begin with.

which is probably for the best anyway. it's what her ma always hoped for at least, always pitching a fit about how it's not safe and you should want a big strong man protecting you. 'not running headlong into danger yourself! i swear melissa ann i don't know where you get these crazy ideas'

and then one day this woman comes into school for career day, standing in the hallway decked out in all the gear, hat tucked under her arm and she looks like she might be lost. and melissa thinks 'wow good on her for following through!' melissa thinks 'wow i wish i coulda done that!' melissa thinks 'wow she's... gorgeous!'

and by now this woman has clearly noticed the fiery-haired white lady staring at her with a somewhat dreamy look on her face. (she knows this look well; knows the effect this whole get-up has on certain women.) so she walks over and melissa is startled out of her thoughts now that the object of them is standing in front of her.

melissa offers to walk her down to the cafeteria when she says that's her destination. the music teacher is in with her kids for the next half hour and melissa has some time to kill, so she sticks around and watches this woman- this firefighter's- presentation. and she's instantly transported back to her own childhood, when she'd sit cross-legged on her nonna's living room floor, rapt with wonder as nonna's friend carla spoke of the massive fire she'd helped put out, the kitten she'd saved, the baby she'd placed safely back into its mother's arms.

melissa is just as caught up now listening to this woman- this firefighter- talk to the kids in the cafeteria. melissa could listen to her talk for hours, but there's some guy up there now talking about his accounting firm and oh would you look at the time. melissa stands up quietly and is almost out the door when she feels a hand on her sleeve. she turns around expecting to be called out on leaving in the middle of a presentation- which she wasn't required to be at anyway so she can leave whenever she wants thank you very m--

she already has the response on the tip of her tongue, but she instantly relaxes when she sees that it's her firefighter. or the firefighter, rather. her firefighter is another story, one who is not often associated with instantly relaxing.

"hey, i just wanted to say thanks for the escort."

melissa smiles, says "no problem." she doesn't continue out the door, and the firefighter doesn't move to sit back down. they stand in the back of the room for a few more moments before melissa inclines her head toward the hallway, and the firefighter follows.

as she walks her back to the front office, melissa mentions how she used to dream about being a firefighter. the other woman- aisha, as she'd learned- extends an offer for her to stop by the station any time she wants.

"i can return the favor and be your personal escort."

the offer is not accompanied by a sly wink, but it may as well have been because melissa senses it all the same, a blush heating her cheeks.

the two women exchange numbers, and the following weekend melissa shows up to the fire station (thankfully a different part of town than joe's- she checked to be sure) with a baked ziti and a childlike wonder. aisha meets her at the door, smile warm and welcoming, and melissa feels a fire stirring within her. and she knows exactly who she wants to tend to it.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #rambling in the tags #that turned into a kinda fic lol #and yes i was picturing hen from 911 so i named the firefighter after her actress lol

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Who I write for/Rules;

This is a list of fandoms and characters I write for (some may be missing) and some rules, if you’re curious about a fandom or character please message and I’ll let you know if it’s someone I’ll write for or not! If you’re looking for prompts please search the tag Lokittys prompt list

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Some things I will NOT write include; teenage pregnancy, smut(or related themes), underage!reader x older characters (these will ALWAYS be plutonic either a parental or sibling relationship). If you’re wondering about anything else just message! 💜

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Avatar

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NCIS

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fangirlforthewin · 2 years

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Fairy Tale Retelling Book Recommendations

A favorite genre of mine. Here are the books I recommend in this category or that people have recommended to me. If you have any recommendations of ones I've missed, let me know! Always looking for more book recs.

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik

The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas

To Kill a Kingdom by Alexandra Christo

Sea Witch by Sarah Henning

The Wrath and Dawn by Renee Ahdieh

Stolen Enchantress by Amber Argyle

Curse of the Wolf King by Tessonja Odette

The Witch's Heart by Genevieve Gornichec

For the Wolf by Hannah Whitten

House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A Craig

Girl, Serpent, Thorn by Melissa Bashardoust

A Curse so Dark and Lonely by Brigid Kemmerer

The Evil Queen by Gena Showalter

Forest of a Thousand Lanterns by Julie C Dao

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 months

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comforting his s/o during their period hcs ; shirou ogami

requested by ; anonymous (25/01/24)

fandom(s) ; brand new animal

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; shirou ogami

outline ; “Hii! Figured id send in a quick request since the bna fandom is dead asf. anyway can I ask for shirou ogami x fem! Reader, period comfort? I didn't see anything in ur rules about period stuff but if your not comfortable with it can you just do sick? Tyty!! (Sorry so long)”

note ; this isn’t 100% comfort based and focuses mainly on shirou trying to help his partner cope with their period but there is a good bit of fluff in there so hopefully this fits the quota haha ^^ — i also tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible but please let me know if there are any bits that aren’t quite up-to-par with that

warning(s) ; general period related discomfort, but mostly fluff!

the longer you two are an item, the better shirou gets at predicting and anticipating your menstrual cycle (or, if you’re more irregular, at noticing symptoms and behaviours that indicate that you’re going to start your period soon)

whilst he is kept extremely busy by his work and can’t always be by your side to take care of you in as hands-on a way as he might prefer, he does make sure that you always have what you need — and that includes practical things (like pads/tampons/cups/period pants or whatever else you use) as well as your usual comfort foods and cravings (e.g. keeping the fridge and cupboards filled with as much sweet/sour/savoury/craving food you could possibly need)

in the mornings, before he leaves and right as you’re starting to wake up, he makes sure to prepare a hot water bottle for you to help with any cramps — and he also always makes sure that you’re stocked up on any medications you need (be that for pain, nausea, or other symptoms or conditions that are exacerbated by your cycle)

tries to answer any texts/calls from you as soon as possible just in case you need something from him — even if it’s something as small as picking up your favourite takeout food on his way home — and is always apologetic if he misses something or forgets to respond for one reason or another

has never, and will never, get annoyed at you if you bleed out onto the bed or get any blood on his clothes — he just shushes you, tells you to get up and have a shower or something, and then goes and puts everything in the washer

bit of an aside, but he’s absolutely the type of boyfriend to put his coat over you to hide any stains on the back of whatever you’re wearing (be that a skirt, shorts, pants, or a dress) if you start your period unexpectedly or leak out of whatever you’re using to catch it — doesn’t even bat an eye but will let you know what’s happened so you can go and sort yourself out with a change of clothes when you get home

becomes a bit more protective over you during this time but he doesn’t quite realise that he’s doing it — it’s down to instinct more than a conscious decision, that desire to covet and care for you as his mate, but it’s still very sweet to witness

he’s a bit of a mother hen when it comes to your health in general, particularly when it comes to illnesses and other such conditions since it’s been so long since he’s gotten sick at all, and with your period that side of him gets turned to 11 — he goes so far as to ask the women in his life (melissa if you’re a beastman and michiru if you’re human) for advice to help you deal with your periods since, evidently, that’s not something he’s ever had to worry about until now

(he would ask you but he’d rather just make things easier for you without putting you in that awkward spot so early on in your relationship — that conversation come later, though)

(thankfully they’re both very patient and understanding when he seeks them out, but michiru will absolutely use that interaction in the future to prove how good of a friend she is to him)

if you’re trans masc and having a period contributes to any feelings of dysphoria then shirou is going to do his best to try and help you through it — whether that means altering his language, not making a big fuss about your cycle, or anything else that you ask of him he’s happy to do it so long as you make it clear to him (he’s no mind reader, after all, and only wants to help out)

#sleepingdeath #bna x reader #afab reader #bna fluff #shirou ogami x reader #shirou ogami fluff #period fluff #fluff #fluff hcs

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canirove · 1 year

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The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 4

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"Ok, ok. I have a gift for you guys" Alice says, giving each of us a little package. "You must wear it, it is a bridesmaids thing."

She is getting married in a few months, and since she is gonna be busy working and organizing everything, she decided to throw her hen do tonight.

"A bracelet?" Grace asks.

"Yes, but not just a bracelet. It is a friendship one. You must make a wish when you put it on, and you must wear it until it breaks" she explains. "That's when your wish will come true."

"That sounds fun" Melissa says.

After Alice has helped all the girls with theirs, it's time for mine.

"Do you know what wish you are gonna make?" she asks me.

"Not really..."

"What about something related to your hot neighbour?"

"You have a hot neighbour? Since when?" Grace asks.

"Since I started working as a nanny. Well, I actually met him a few months later."

"And you didn't tell us?" Melissa says.

"She didn't tell you because he is an idiot. Or that's what she says."

"How is he an idiot?" Grace asks again.

"The day we met he told me I would end up falling for him just as all the other girls do, that there was no escape."

"Was he right, though? Are you falling for him?"

"Of course not!" I say. Which if I'm being honest... Is a lie. I may have started to fall for him a little bit. And it is scary as hell.

"I don't believe you" Alice says. "Anyway, ready to make your wish?"

"Ready" I say with a big sigh, only one thing in my head while she ties the bracelet around my wrist: Ben.

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"Does he have Instagram? I want to see him" Grace says, taking out her phone. We've drank two bottles of champagne already, a third one almost gone, and we are starting to be a bit tipsy. O very tipsy.

"It is private" Alice says. "But we found his old Facebook and he has some cute photos from when he was a teen."

"Was he already hot?"

"Very."

"I want to see them!" Melissa says. "Show me!"

"Lucky you, I saved the photos" Alice grins.

"You did?" I ask her.

"Of course I did! I knew they would be important at one point in the future. Like right now" she says, scrolling through her phone. "Ok. Here. Benjamin Chilwell."

"Oh my God, girl" Grace says, snatching Alice's phone from her hands. "This is your neighbour?"

"Yep."

"And does he still look like this?"

"Now he has a beard, which makes him even more attractive."

"And why aren't you fucking him already?"

"It's complicated."

"No, it's not" Melissa says. "You just put it..."

"Melissa!" I say with a weird laugh. "I know how it works, thank you very much. It is complicated for other reasons."

"Stupid reasons" she says with a wave of her hand. "What's his Instagram account? I want to slide into his dms. If you won't fuck him, I will."

"Hell no" I say, the words leaving my mouth before I have time to think about what I'm saying.

"Oh, so you want him just for you, don't you?" Alice says, elbowing me on the ribs.

"No. Yes. I don't know" I say, pouring myself another glass of champagne.

"I think you should send him a follow request on Instagram. You are neighbours after all" Grace says.

"I think we all should do it, see who gets a yes first" Melissa says.

"Love the idea" Alice replies.

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"Nothing yet?" Melissa asks. It's been half an hour since all of us sent Ben follow requests on Instagram, and so far, he hasn't accepted any.

"He's probably busy partying with his stupid friends, not on Instagram. We should do the same" I say, getting up from my seat.

"Yes!" Alice says. "It's my hen do. Let's go somewhere where we can dance and sing and just be wild!"

As we leave the bar, I check my phone and see an Instagram notification. Ben has accepted my request and sent me one since my account also is private. Without thinking about it twice, I accept it, feeling my heart beating way too fast in my chest.

"Any news from your hot neighbour?" Melissa asks me.

"No, nothing yet" I say, putting my phone on my bag.

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"Benjamin!" I scream when I see him walking towards our building's door.

"Isn't it a bit too late for you to be out and about?"

"Tonight was a special night."

"I can see" he says, pointing at the bridesmaid band I'm wearing. "Who is getting married?"

"My best friend Alice. She's the reason why I'm working here."

"I'll remember to thank her for it. Is she the one who sent me a follow request on Instagram?"

"Yep, that's her. And also Grace and Melissa. But it's fine if you don't accept them."

"Jealous I may like them more than I like you?" Ben asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nonsense" I say, walking into our building.

"Wow, easy there" he says, catching me when I trip with the rug. "How much did you drink?"

"I don't know. I usually only drink a glass of champagne or a beer, but tonight it was a special night" I shrug.

"Are you sure you want Mrs. McKenzie to see you on this state?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry. I just need to get out of this dress and these shoes."

"You can take off the shoes, but the dress stays. C'mon" he says, helping me sit down on the stairs.

"Why are you here?" I ask him, my feet finally free.

"I live here."

"That’s not what I meant. Where you out or something?"

"I was."

"With Jack?"

"With a different group of friends, friends from work. It was the birthday of one of them."

"Is that why you are dressed different today?" I say, looking at him from head to toe.

"It is, yes. Don't you like it?"

"Oh, I love it. This shirt is ten times better than whatever you usually wear."

"Good to know" he says with a smile.

"God, Benjamin. You have like the most beautiful smile I have ever seen."

"Thank you, neighbour" he says, smiling even wider.

"It's not fair, you know."

"What isn't?"

"You. You are too handsome. It's not fair to everyone else. Both men and women."

"Ok..." he laughs.

"Ugh, I want my bed" I say, trying to lay down on the stairs.

"Then let's go" he says, helping me get up and taking me to the lift.

"You also smell so good, Benjamin. Not fair."

"Anything else about me that is unfair?" he asks as the lift opens and he walks me inside.

"Where do I begin?" I say, resting my head against the wall. "Your hair? Those curls? Unfair. Your eye colour? Too much. Also, your butt? I need you to share whatever routine you do. I need a butt like yours."

"Your butt looks perfect the way it is, you don't need to change it" he smirks.

"Your lips."

"What?"

"Your lips. They also are unfair" I say, moving towards him, completely ignoring that the lift just stopped. "Especially your lower lip. It's so kissable and I just want to bite it, and... Fuck" I say, throwing myself at him and kissing him. It's a bit of a sloppy kiss, but I don't care. And he doesn't seem to care either, because he is kissing me back.

"Ouch" he says when I manage to bite his lower lip.

"I warned you, Benjamin" I say, kissing him again. God, I can't get enough of him. I have never felt anything like this when kissing someone. "Let's go to your house" I whisper, my lips still on his.

"Not today" he says, grabbing my hands from behind his neck and leaving them at my sides, taking a step back.

"Why not? I thought that's what you wanted?"

"And I do. I really do. But not when you are like this, when I know that tomorrow you'll regret everything you've said and done tonight."

"I won't."

"You will" he says. "Goodnight, neighbour."

"What?"

"Goodnight" he repeats as the lift's doors start closing. Somehow, he had managed to walk me out without me noticing, leaving me in front of my door. And leaving me horny, confused, and with sore feet.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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Fruity Four Advent Calendar, Day 10: Special Theme - Steddie Edition

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Just a short ficlet today that I've had half-written in my phone since like Halloween lmao. I just think the first time Eddie sees Steve with a baby is like a found family/extended family situation. He'd play it cool, loathing to admit fawning. And of course, he gets a little jealous too.

'Eddie Munson vs. A Little Munchkin Elf'

Eddie Munson didn't think he'd be spending his first Christmas with his boyfriend competing for his attention with a goddamn baby.

The Munsons, the Mayfields, Steve and Robin (just for a while before heading back to her house to host dinner for her grandparents) all head over to Dustin’s house on Christmas Day for lunch. It's a small gathering, Claudia's sister, her family and Dustin's Nanna. Steve and Max were familiar with the extended Henderson family already but Eddie was super nervous because he and Wayne had been keeping to themselves since all the Vecna stuff. But Wayne insisted that they get out and celebrate and Steve had promised Eddie could stay at his side all day.

At least, that’s how Eddie thought his Christmas Day would go.

The second they walk in, Steve spots a baby boy, Claudia’s niece Melissa’s son. He goes wide-eyed, letting out a little gasp and makes a beeline for Melissa, shoving his three dessert pies at Dustin on the way past, completely abandoning the mountain of gifts and supplies they were supposed to be bringing in from Wayne’s truck.

"Hi!" he says in a soft, baby-talk voice, immediately directing his whole attention to the child.

"This is Ben," Melissa announces, handing the kid over and Eddie swears Steve’s eyes literally light up. The kid looks up at him, smiling. Steve boops his nose with his pinky and Ben promptly latches onto his hand.

And the tender, warm feeling Eddie has practically bleeding out his eyeballs hits him like a truck. He barely even registers Max elbowing him in the ribs as if to say, look at this. He grumbles at the sickly sweetness of it all.

Yes, Red, I see it too and my heart is actually melting.

That is until he realises that Steve is going to spend their entire Christmas lunch with the kid attached to him. Melissa tries to take Ben back, probably not wanting to subject a twenty-year-old to being lumbered with a kid. But Ben squirms around, practically climbing up onto Steve's shoulder and readying himself for one of those dramatic high-pitched squeals little gremlins make when they really don't want to do something. And Steve just laughs.

"It's okay," he insists, hugging Ben tight and Eddie's sure he's more comforting the kid than talking to Melissa.

The Party jokes about Steve being a mother hen, but it's nothing compared to this, fussing about over Christmas lunch with a one-year-old propped on his hip. He talks to Ben quietly, explaining everything he is doing in a soft voice and quickly starts calling him 'Benny'. He walks around the Henderson's dining room table, following Claudia with napkins for the place settings. He counts each seat a loud, even though Benny is just curiously looking around the room, a tiny paw clenched around a fistful of Steve's blue sweater. Eddie still has no clue how Steve found a Christmas sweater equivalent of his beloved navy blue and white striped polo.

Melissa and her husband Greg make several courteous attempts to separate the two to no avail. Benny winges and Steve gives a rather panicked, "It's okay". Again, Eddie isn't sure who he's directing it at. The kid even protests when Steve hands him over to Nanna Henderson. The poor old broad only got to hold the kid for a little while before he began making grabby hands in Steve's direction.

Eddie grumbles over his beer when he catches his uncle looking at him fondly as the others fuss over lunch and Max and Dustin argue about who got cooler presents. And yeah, Eddie might have been making sappy goo-goo eyes at his boyfriend making vrooming noises as he races a toy car on the shag carpet with a giggling Benny. Just for a second.

"This is the worst Christmas ever!" Eddie says and dramatically folds his arms.

"Not it isn't," Wayne counters as he looks over at Steve with a smile. Eddie's pretty sure his uncle is just happy that the trio was together and actually celebrating Christmas after everything that had happened.

"Eds, take him for a second, would ya?" Steve asks, handing Ben over and rushing into the kitchen when Claudia calls everyone to the dinner table.

Blast Steve and his need to provide everyone with food overriding his fawning over a baby!

"Nonononono," Eddie protests, even though Steve is long gone and Benny is looking up at him, wide-eyed and unbothered with a vice-like grip on a lock of his hair. Eddie scrunches his nose up.

You're lucky my boyfriend is so adorable.

Ben just giggles and kicks at his ribs with excitement.

"Say cheese!" says Robin, materialising out of nowhere and armed with a camera.

And of course, she captures Eddie Munson begrudgingly wearing a not-jet black Christmas sweater and holding a little munchkin in an elf onesie. And like an idiot, he instinctively smiles at the instruction, thoroughly brainwashed from the day's festivities.

He holds the child out in her direction.

She waves a hand. "Absolutely not! I'm not taking care of the little squirt just because I'm the only chick in the room."

She walks away, scoffing and gesticulating widely (although, Eddie could have sworn there was a snicker in there somewhere).

Melissa and Greg eventually leave with Ben to travel back home late in the afternoon after basically prying him away from Steve. He gives one last, "It's okay", this time clearly soothing the kid as he reluctantly goes to his mother to get bundled up into the car.

Steve slumps down on the couch when he returns from driving Robin home as the Henderson family festivities wind down into the night. Max tries to distract Dustin away from the weird looks he is giving Wayne and Claudia as they clean up and innocently flirt by loudly commentating what's on TV as she flips through the channels.

Steve lolls his head to the side and smiles. Eddie rolls his eyes despite a grin creeping across his face.

"I was sure you were going to keep that little twerp," he teases, leaning over to bump shoulders.

"Babies are just really cute," Steve mumbles with a shrug, blushing.

Eddie grabs his hand. "... I guess they are."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie headcanon #StrangerThingsFestiveFun

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oldfangirl81 · 4 months

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"Buckley, you can write down Sauron as a no for weddings."

"What?" Hen looked between Buck and this stranger.

"Stiles, I am shocked. This is the most shocked I have been in my life." Buck looked up from his clipboard keeping his tone dry. "Next time don't make bets with a child over videogames. I warned you that Christopher was ruthless."

"Yeah, yeah. At least Erica and Boyd were amused. But Melissa threatened to ground me for the next three months."

"That sounds about right. I want pictures. I know Christopher will want them too." Buck noticed the look Hen was giving them. "Oh, sorry. Hen, meet my new neighbor and friend, Stiles Stilinski. Stiles, meet Hen Wilson the best paramedic in LA."

"Hey!" piped up Chim. "I'm your brother-in-law, that should count for something."

"I know what I said."

#fic prompt #buddie #sterek #teen wolf #911 abc #i dunno #just playing around #trying to get my writing groove again

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cdyssey · 1 year

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CW: Alcohol Mentions

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As they’re walking out to their cars, Barbara insists on going out to dinner that night to celebrate the reigning Read-a-Thon champ.

Her treat.

“Oh, so you’re takin’ me out on a date, huh?” Melissa grins widely, full of piss-and-vinegar. She loves to flirt with Barbara Howard—married woman, woman of God—thinks it’s fun to see her nearly bend over backwards trying not to accidentally flirt back. Meanwhile, the second-grade teacher has long made her peace with the fact that after nearly thirty years of friendship, the two of them talk like old lesbians who probably own a cat named Fred Astaire.

It’s just one of the occupational hazards of being work wives.

Somewhere along the way, they started to sound like actual wives too.

She likes that.

A lot.

Much more than she reasonably should.

They stop in front of Barbara’s car, a gray sedan that is meticulously washed every weekend. The windshield is completely white with recent sleet, and both of their breaths gather in pockets next to their faces.

“As a matter of fact,” Barbara only harrumphs, at once pompous and playful, a teasing glint in her eyes, “I am. Wear something befitting your winner status.”

“I got a new thong from Victoria's Secret the other day?” She immediately suggests, arching a positively lecherous brow. “Red. Matches my hair ‘n everything.”

Melissa tells herself that it doesn’t mean anything to her when Barbara visibly swallows at these words, when her dark pupils dilate, when the heavy binder in her arms abruptly slips from her grasp and onto her knee, causing her to cluck at Melissa like a mother hen.

“Lord Almighty! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” The other woman moans, rubbing her leg as Melissa bends down to retrieve the binder, snickering silently.

“Yeah, and everyone else too,” she replies in her most suggestive voice.

“Melissa!”

But the second-grade teacher just laughs and laughs—and she carefully ignores the way Barbara’s cheeks have flushed—and she laughs.

This is all she ever feels comfortable asking for, these infinitesimal moments with Barbara Howard, snatched from the relentless march of time. She cups the nanoseconds in her palms just to hold them, if even for a little bit—which is precisely how long that a moment lasts anyway.

There and then gone, lived and then a fragmentary relic of the past with all the rest.

But, Jesus, how they kiss her fingertips so gently—these moments, these relics, these precious nanoseconds—dusting them, like falling snow.

—

A few hours later, they’re sitting across from each other at a booth in Mamma Mia’s, a relatively new and upscale pizzeria that used to be a laundromat a couple of years ago until the feds finally figured out it was another front for the Philly Mob. (None of Melissa’s idiot cousins were involved this time, thank God. Even they weren’t stupid enough to launder money in a goddamn laundromat.)

All of the washers and dryers and probable bloodstains were removed a few years back, and a yuppie couple has since gutted the rather sizable space, remodeled it, and turned it into the talk of the town. Barbara, completely unaware of its history, has been begging to try it out for lunch sometime.

She’s heard that their salads are excellent.

And Melissa, entirely aware of its history, has always entertained the proposition with a secretive chuckle at the thought of her very proper friend unwittingly stepping foot into a building where at least two men have definitely died.

Yeah, sure, Barb. Let’s go.

Which is how they end up here for dinner, blissfully sipping on their Merlots as they wait for their waitress to come back and take their order. Melissa is indeed wearing something befitting her victory over Janine—a short, green dress with sleeves that billows out around her wrists—but she thinks Barbara has her beat, so elegant in a teal blouse and black vest. Her fitted slacks—also black—accentuate the shapely curves of her hips.

Melissa appreciates the way her friend looks.

(Again, much more than she decently should.)

“You know,” Barbara begins without looking up. She’s been busy scanning the menu for the past few minutes, her readers delicately perched on the bridge of her nose. Melissa’s own menu is still on the table, unfolded and untouched. “I didn’t get to have one blessed slice of pizza today. My kindergarteners were simply voracious.”

“Mine too,” Melissa chortles, recalling how she’d had to tell at least five kids not to chew so fast. They were gonna get indigestion! “And I gave my leftovers to little Benji.”

Sweet kid, Benji Andrews—the youngest in a family of seven.

There sometimes isn’t enough food to go around at his place, so she and Barbara—(who’d had Benji in her class two years ago, and they'd both had several of Benji's siblings)—worked out an agreement with the lunch ladies to make sure that he gets sent home with extra meals a few times a week.

“Ah, that’s my Melissa,” Barbara murmurs fondly, her gaze flicking upwards from the glossy foldout.

“Yeah, well, you would have done the same, ya schmaltzy gagootz,” she readily deflects—never one to accept unadulterated praise without a fight—but even still, she can’t help but smile at the quiet intimacy of being called Barbara's own.

Damn her and God bless her, she always knows how to tease the softness right out of Melissa.

“Oh!” The older teacher suddenly gasps, glasses slipping a little down her nose. “Shame on me—I almost forgot. Melissa, would you like me to call out some menu items for you? There’s a spinach-ricotta calzone that might have your name on it.”

And Barbara glances at her perfectly unopened menu then, apology flashing in her eyes, but Melissa only shakes her head. She’d taken one look at the front of the pamphlet, seen its kookily stylized typeface, and quickly placed it down before any of the letters started doin’ any funny business.

“Don’t worry about it,” she says firmly. “I looked at their menu online before we got here, and I'm fine if you just wanna share a pizza."

“Are you sure?” Barbara frets, conscientious about her reading struggles—always—from the very moment she found out about them some two decades ago when she was the first person to ever realize that Melissa only rarely peruses menus at restaurants.

And that’s only if the font is just right or if there are helpful pictures or if there’s not too damn much happening on the page at one time.

Before the Internet really took off, and Melissa didn’t have a reliable way of checking a menu before she went to a restaurant she was unfamiliar with, she’d just ask the waiter for the specials and choose one that sounded the most appetizing to her—far too humiliated to spend the necessary time trying to decipher a block of text that almost looked comprehensible to her. She didn’t have the luxury to chisel the individual words out, unit by unit, as she did at home with her books. The someone sitting across from her was unfailingly impatient. Her siblings. Some of her antsier friends. Her own ma.

Joe.

He got so freaking annoyed when she took forever to order, even though he knew she had a hard time with menus.

He just swore up and down that she needed better glasses.

But Barbara, from the very moment she found out, approached the matter far differently than her ex-husband, which is to say with the same determination and kindness that governs most of her actions. She suggested that she could read some parts of the menu aloud for Melissa—so as to provide her with options—and for years upon years, she’s done so every time they’ve tried a new restaurant together.

Melissa hated that at first.

Hated that her weakness had been seen and so thoroughly identified by another.

Hated that someone would ever have the guts to call her out on it.

Hated that all of her dozens of coping techniques were stunningly powerless against a goddamn laminated piece of paper.

Hated that it was so obvious if anyone cared to notice.

Which the kindergarten teacher absolutely did.

But then again, Barbara notices a lot of things about Melissa, even the all-too-vulnerable details that she refuses to articulate aloud.

She notices baseball bats firmly taped under desks and irrational fears having to do with ever facing away from a door. She notices new scrapes on her knuckles from bar fights and dark shadows turning circles beneath her eyes after restless nights. She notices when Melissa is having trouble with dinner menus and eighty-paged curriculum updates and legalese from divorce papers that get served to her two days before her fifty-fifth birthday.

And yes, she once hated all of that—Barbara's keen eyes and Barbara's annoying inability not to intervene.

Barbara's hero complex.

And Barbara's pity.

Melissa hated the pity most of all.

But time and trust and her repeated exposure to her friend's particular way of being in the world have ultimately softened her initial understanding of this point, have made her come to terms with the fact that Barbara Howard doesn’t exactly pity her when she reads menus aloud to her, when she sends her emails in big, uncrowded fonts, when she helps her mark up stupid administrative packets with their stupid, tiny text.

She accommodates her.

And this is to say that she loves her.

“I’m positive,” she nods vigorously, well-aware that it takes a lot of verbal and physical gesturing for her friend to ever drop something. She doesn't necessarily want to talk about her insecurities right now—has had to think about them a lot these past few days with Maya, dredging up so many memories—but she damn well won't be responsible for Barbara feeling bad about herself because of them too. “I’m covered tonight.”

As to be expected, though, Barbara, still holding on to her guilt with a frown, sighs deeply.

“You shouldn’t have to be, though,” she insists, vaguely waving her menu around. “It’s absolutely absurd that no one considers how hellacious this font can be on the eyes.”

“Hah!” Melissa snorts, propping her chin up on her fist. “I know you’re angry when you start pullin’ polysyllabic words outta your ass.”

“I’m not angry,” Barbara sniffs (clearly angry). “I’m just disappointed in the lack of accessibility.”

“You should write an op-ed for the Times.”

“Melissa,” she pouts, now finally placing the menu down, crossing her arms over her chest, “I’m being utterly serious.”

And Melissa readily softens, knows that every word is true. Barbara cares so much about making sure that the world is a just place—for her students, for her family, for Melissa herself.

There’s a wheelchair accessible ramp at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School not because some egghead at City Hall gave a rat’s ass.

But because Barbara Howard is a goddamn amazing teacher who fought for it.

There's a reason why she's the best of them all.

“Yeah, I know,” she smiles sadly, impulsively reaching over and offering her upturned palm, an olive branch. But she waits, with remarkable patience, for the inevitable moment when Barbara unbends her arms and takes it, interlinking their fingers together over the checkered tablecloth. She squeezes once and desperately wishes that they could stay like this forever, suspended in time, connected by touch, but the elegant ring on Barbara’s fourth finger shimmers in the light from the tabletop candle.

And so she lets go in the end.

She always does.

(Relics and nanoseconds.)

“I gotta say, I'm... disappointed too,” she goes on with a heavy sigh, pulling her now free hand through her hair. “Had a talk with one of my kiddos today whose parents won’t let her get tested for dyslexia."

“Oh, Melissa,” Barbara murmurs, understanding dawning in her eyes, gentle and profound care. Her best friend knows the very specific way that this situation hits close to home.

It’d been a matter of time for Melissa’s ma.

Or, well, for the lack of it more accurately.

She had five children all under the age of ten to take care of, and she didn’t have the energy to wonder why her eldest daughter sucked at reading beyond thinking that she just wasn’t trying hard enough.

How hard, after all, could it be to read Dr. Seuss?

“I taught her one of my tricks—y’know, highlighting the first parts of words,” she adds quickly, as though to blow past the sentimentality of everything, of it all, “but it made me sad for my kid t’think that she doesn’t have an advocate…”

Maya's parents had been afraid—afraid for their child to get a label, afraid for her to be different, afraid for her to be perceived as less than.

She'd kinda wanted to key their car after that disastrous conference, but she also gets it—she really fucking does.

“She has you,” Barbara immediately says, adamant, adoring and so perfectly convinced. “You were her advocate today. You were there for that baby girl in a way that she will never forget.”

Melissa blinks rapidly, unable to stop a lump from rising to her throat as she suddenly recalls Mrs. Myrick, the teacher who had given her that book about a sad child who was also different all those many years ago.

She’d sat with Melissa in the hallway and taught her how to steady a highlighter against a page without messing things up.

But even if you do mess up, Melissa, the teacher had murmured, brushing a stray curl behind the then six-year old’s ear, that’s perfectly okay too.

You’re enough, Melissa, she finished, soft and so kind. You're always enough.

“I’m so proud of you,” Barbara intones in the exact same cadence some fifty-odd years later, eyes gleaming in the dim lighting of the restaurant, radiant with quiet affection.

Melissa falteringly opens her mouth to say something then, to tell Barbara thank you.

For reading menus aloud to me.

For making sure the school has a wheelchair ramp.

For not pitying me.

For loving me.

For always being in my corner.

For never once betting against me.

Other people have me?

Well, I have you.

You’re my advocate.

And I love you.

But their waitress comes up to them then, a slight, young thing who might be Kit or Kat according to the slightly distorted name tag pinned on her chest, and she’s asking if they know what they’d like to eat. So she closes her mouth again, the words dying away on her tongue.

“A pizza then?” Barbara asks, a smile rising to her plump lips. “To celebrate the fact that you’ve taken the prize home once again, Ms. Schemmenti?”

“Oh, hon,” she smirks, easily shifting back into utter asshole mode. “How can you say that when I haven’t even introduced you to my folks yet?”

“Girlfriend!” Comes another scandalized groan, Barbara pinching the bridge of her nose. “Now is not the time!”

And Melissa laughs with all her belly as Barbara hastily explains to the waitress that they're not dating, they're just very good friends—(which somehow sounds even gayer)—and Melissa is merely being facetious. And she doesn't do anything to refute her, just savors the moment, reveling in the blush that has delicately darkened the skin around Barbara's nose.

#work wives #melissa schemmenti #barbara howard #abbott elementary #abbott elementary spoilers #s: abbott elementary #reginianwrites #LISTEN #OKAY #I KNOW I HAVE TO FINISH MY SECRET SANTAS #BUT THIS EPISODE MADE ME CRY

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figureofdismay · 4 days

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ugh, why do I always do this??? I now have accidental feelings about Jack Murray (1896 - 1964) and Orla Ryan Murray (1911 - 1985), parents of Jack Jr Murray (1933-2013), Ewan Murray (1936-1970), Frankie Murray (1937-2004), Margaret Murray Scully (1940-2016) and Kathleen Murray Schultz (1942-).

Jack Murray was a well educated, shy, upper middle class man from a new-industrial-money family, who worked as a professor of Mathmatics and Astrophysics at the University of Chicago, and Orla was a sparkling young woman who wanted to got to New York to be an actress or to study philosophy, much to the horror of her family. They met at a church social they both attended to appease their family members (his older sister, her mother) and she was charmed by his clumsy yet erudite and insightful ways. Instead of taking off for the coast, Orla followed Jack like a puppy, or like a would-be mother hen for the next 6 months until he realized she wasn't "being polite" to him and proposed. His family wasn't thrilled with the match, the Ryans being a family on the working class-middle class line who made their living with a dry goods/grocery store, and the Murrays owning a small but successful publishing house. Nevertheless the pair were determined, and Jack threatened to run off with Orla to New York and jointly try their hands on the boards if their families didn't support them, so they were married the following spring, in 1932. Orla split her time between raising 5 children (and keeping Jack from forgetting to feed and bathe himself when working on theory), organizing charity bazaars for 'less fortunate women' and overcharging her neighbors and fellow parents for 'discrete' astrology, tarot and numerology readings -- she and Jack debated endlessly about the scientific viability of astrology.

When Jack died, she moved in with Maggie to help her look after the kids, though I believe the timing would mean that she would end up going with them to US base housing in Japan for some years, and then probably guam, hawaii, whidby, and san diego before getting back to baltimore. She thought Maggie and Bill Sr were too conservative, encouraging Melissa and Bill Jr to be outspoken and free thinkers (which took for Missy but only the outspoken part for Bill) and worried that Dana and Charlie were too quiet and easily bossed around.

She always told them that you can be as crazy as you like as long as you're polite enough and look neat and tidy doing it, because you can get away with almost anything if people think you're just fooling.

#fic: nothing to pack

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moecartoons · 7 months

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What are some voice headcanons for your OCs?

-👾💛

Thank you sm for this question!! It's something I thought about and considered a while ago but never came back to, because, well... it's really hard! Haha

Right now I only have voice hcs for Chip and CV. Teddy's such a shame since he's literally a little singing star, but I guess that's a lot of pressure in choice.

For Chip I've considered:

Happy ENA, her speaking mannerisms although not necessarily medieval feel similar to what I have in mind for Chip. It's also usually a nice masc voice with a bit of a certain twang to it that makes it the perfect level of "gender" for them, lmao.

Lynn Ferguson's Mac from Chicken Run. Sometimes I hear Chip's voice with a scottish accent, and I love Mac's pitch for them. When I was young I thought Mac was a boy. She's very soft-spoken as well and mostly calm.

Casey Mongillo's Nene Onemine from Komi Can't Communicate. Casey is nonbinary! And has a very soothing voice, imo, especially in this role. When act out excitement or fury, it can be kind of strained, which feels fitting. Nene also has cute freckles like Chip :3

Overall, Chip's voice is androgynous in every single way in my mind :P It sounds masc, it sounds fem, it sounds Medieval English, Scottish, maybe Puerto Rican, soft, firm... Ugh.

For CV I've considered:

Arleen Sorkin's Harley Quinn. And I know what you're thinking, even at that pitch it's a pretty older-sounding voice for someone like CV. And lmao, you're right, but the accent and squeak are just too perfect for her. She is supposed to be related to Lucky, after all.

Dot Warner, specifically in season 3-5 of the original Animaniacs. Not too pitch-shifted but just enough to make her sound like a child. Dot's sass is perfect for CV, completely full of herself.

Jodie Resther's Francine Frensky Or Melissa Altro's Muffy Crosswire from Arthur. It's the best... the worst? Of both worlds. I LOVE these two, but ik some people can hate them to their very core. Very CV. Francine would be perfect for CV's mannerisms, but Muffy just... sounds more like what I have in mind for her. Squeaky.

Kether Donohue's Kiki/Pudding from Mew Mew Power. I wasn't happy with my indecisiveness with Francine and Muffy, and tbh all three of these voices I thought of just for this Q! Then I ran into this old anime I use to love, haha. Pudding is probably perfect for CV; she's a performer, she has the accent[?], the mannerisms, the squeakiness!!

Overall, CV is a brooklyn/new york accented street urchin with a lot of attitude and squeakiness. Probably a voice that you either love or you hate, as decisive as her personality.

I'll link/post some clips below of each voice. c:

Chip's

Happy Ena Comp:

youtube

Lynn Ferguson's Mac from Chicken Run [hen with glasses]

youtube

Casey Mongillo's Nene

CV's

Arleen Sorkin's Harley Quinn [I feel like most of us know what she sounds like, so I just grabbed a mega compilation to refresh everyone's memory]

youtube

Dot Warner [If it timestamp doesn't work, it should be 2:13]

youtube

Not sure if I need to add videos of Francine or Muffy but here are a couple links

Francine

Muffy

Kether Donohue's Kiki/Pudding from Mew Mew Power [little blondie]

youtube

#Thank you again!!#My OCs #Chip #CV #Voice hcs

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soleadita · 1 year

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DONT BE A COWARD!!!!!! EXPLODE YOUR BRAIN!!!! EXPLODE MINE ALSO

this is still very much still in development in my brain, and i hesitate to go too hard with direct comparisons because, aside from the whole thing where chim and stiles are two unique characters in two very different shows, they're ALSO at totally different life stages. but. because i cannot help myself. i made a list. it's very incomplete and ranges from similar traumas to silly, superficial things.

consider this:

quippy guys with trauma who use sarcasm/wit/humor to deflect, hide their feelings, and/or diffuse situations

shared pain of watching their mothers die slowly when they were young (yeah this one hurt sorry)

subjected to a brother figure being absolutely sickeningly stupidly in love (scott/allison, scott/isaac, scott/kira; buck/eddie)

run around playing detective (see: stiles + all of teen wolf; chim + jonah arc; chim + treasure hunting episode)

nabbed by bad guys (gerard argent; jonah greenway)

make movie references that they think should be common knowledge and are continually exasperated upon discovering the people around them don’t know what they’re talking about (for stiles, it’s scott and star wars; for chim, it’s buck and like everything other than backdraft).

there's also the way i can picture stiles in Chim Situations and chim in Stiles Situations. like:

remember in 6x06 when chim TOLD KAREN THAT HEN HAD DIED?? look me straight in the fucking face and tell me stiles wouldn't pull some hilarious off-the-fucking-wall bullshit like that to get two of his besties back together. (we're gonna ignore the part where allison actually did die. sorry. that's. god. sorry.)

you know how stiles is, like, delighted, actually, to find out scott is a werewolf? he researches, he Knows Things, etc etc. tell me that wouldn't be chim? chim would have a fucking FIELD DAY!

if the love of stiles's life disappeared on him, he would absolutely drop everything and pull a months-long roadtrip to find them and convince them that they are loved and not a danger to their child. their uh. hypothetical child. no, i'm not thinking of eli hale why would you even insinuate such a thing i would never—

alternatively, i could totally see chim showing up to, i don't know, hen's house in the middle of the night and being all like, "the cops found half of a body in the woods, let's go and see if we can find the other half!!" (in this situation karen is melissa. not in a weird way, just in the way that i can picture chim slipping in through a window and karen startled and swinging a baseball bat like CHIM what are you DOING here why'd you come in through a window? and chim's like you locked the front door! and karen's like YEAH EXACTLY.)

(my life and all my earthly possessions for a treasure hunt episode but with teen wolf characters)

hmm. something something kevin following chim into firefighting only to end up dying on the job / scott following stiles into the woods only to end up being bitten by a werewolf. (not that either of them are to blame for it, but like. you know. i imagine they might have some guilt complexes going on.)

something about the way season 1 chim wants so badly to be seen a certain way by tatiana...the way he shows people what he thinks they want to see vs who he actually is because he thinks they won't want who he actually is...something about that feels so true to stiles's character in a way i can't totally put into words.

on a slightly more serious note, i just wanted to say that one of my favorite activities for enrichment in the enclosure (tm) is blorbo overlaying, wherein i take characters from one obsession and think about how i can categorize them based on characters from another obsession (*taylor swift voice* i have this thing, it's autism)(anyway). as a result, i've spent a lot of time thinking how the 9-1-1 characters could be smushed into teen wolf characters.

my knee-jerk urge was to see how much stiles and buck matched; yeah, they're both part of the most popular ship in their respective fandoms, but there's also the adhd thing, the knowledge of lots of different facts thing, the jeep thing, the whole "my worth lies in what i can do for others" thing...i can make a case. but for me, this ultimately breaks down when i think about how buck is just so...genuine and kind? he’s earnest. he’s gentle. the man's a himbo (affectionate). stiles is...very much Not. stiles is ALSO (when he hasn’t been, as one might say, sandpapered by the fandom) prickly. he’s got an inner circle that he’ll protect with his life. if you’re not in that circle, you’re just not really on his radar, unless you’re trying to join that circle, and then he’s suspicious until he’s sorta like vetted you.

(this is totally an aside, but it's the same reason why i've never really thought grumpy/sunshine works for sterek. derek is grumpy, sure, but stiles sure as fuck isn't sunshine.)

ANYWAY. i don’t think that’s chimney, exactly (i think he's probably a little sillier and friendlier), but i do think he and stiles both have a similar edge to them. like: see me. no wait. don't look. i'll make you see me. i'll make a snarky comment and draw attention to myself. but don't look directly at me. i'll talk and talk but i won't say anything real. they had to be the grown up in their home too young. they're terrified of losing their people, because their people are so fucking important to them, and because they know what it feels like, to lose someone, and if it happens again, it'll wreck them. they've got anxiety buried under three movie references and a wry side-eye and an exasperated, flailing hand gesture. they're fiercely loyal and protective.

uh. well. i guess that's all (lying LYING but i'm cutting myself off here). also, i feel like i didn't quite do chim justice so. sorry for that. and here's hoping for a chim-centric storyline (breakdown era?!) in our near future. <3

#blorbo compare and contrast #i don't feel like i know chim as well as i know stiles so if any of this feels Gravely Off. well. i'm sorry.#in my defense do u know how hard it is to find chimney meta/character analysis out there. it's all about u know who n u know who else.#stiles stilinski #chimney han #teen wolf #911 fox #911 spoilers #leo.txt #winter❄️#SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS i tried to answer earlier but the 6x11 anticipation blasted my brain

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butraura · 2 months

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Hiiii Amy 💕💕💕

Tell me about WIPs 8,9,10,11,29 on your list! ☺️

-❤️🪐

THIS IS SO MUCH AJSHKAJFKFJFHF

here goes nothing!

8. this is another chenford fic but hardly put together. a few paragraphs shoddily written in brainstorming, but will eventually be about Lucy being sent for an undercover assignment in the middle of the night and doesn't get to tell anyone, least of all her T.O., Tim. The next day, when he finds out she's gone and that she's set to infiltrate the biggest crime syndicate in California, he is beside himself with fear, anger, and stress. The assignment lasts a few weeks before she is made, and beaten within an inch of her life and left for dead. I have some ideas for the rest of it but nothing substantial.

9. Where There's Smoke - approimately two chapters of this are written but I am notoriously bad at finishing fics after I upload them so that's why nothing about this is posted yet. It is set to be a 9-1-1/Lonestar crossover fic where they go on special assignment to Canada to fight the wildfires raging the west coast! Nothing interesting enough to post about it snippet wise ahahfdjfgjfg

10. You Should Hear How He Talks About You - a play on the song by Melissa Manchester from 1982! The lyrics of the chorus are pretty indicative of how the story is supposed to go. Tia Pepa invites Eddie and his family to dinner at Abuela's and then asks about Buck. The three of them show up, and Buck is thankful for the invite. Eddie helps Abuela do dishes after dinner and Tia Pepa tells Buck that Eddie only ever speaks kindly of him. (Lyrics from the song: you should hear how [he] talks about you, you should hear what [he] says, [he] says [he] would be lost without you, [he's] half out of [his] head) Buddie endgame.

11. Survivors! Simply put, the titled episode (4x14) but in Buck's POV from the gunshot. Boom. The sound startles Buck just enough that he tenses, but not enough that it pulls his attention away from Eddie, who has just squared away Charlie into the ambulance. "That kid is just lucky he met you," Buck had said. "He wanted to say more, to tell Eddie that he has no idea what he just did for that boy. He wants to tell him all of that and then some. But between Eddie deciding to ride to the hospital with Charlie, and the boom that bounces off the street corners, he isn't afforded the chance. The deafening crack slices through the silence, followed by the unmistakable sound of flesh tearing open as a bullet wedges through Eddie's shoulder and out the other side. The recoil of the man's body happens in slow motion, and suddenly Buck is splattered in crimson. They stare at each other in shock.

29. this one is more of a concept, mostly just drafts and pieces of dialogue, but is an Eddie Begins canon divergence fic where the 118 does let Buck go down after Eddie and what Hen says in canon comes true - he cuts his line just as Eddie had and now they have two cut lines and two firefighters being buried in the earth as the storm floods the ground.

Thank you for asking!! <3

#steadfastsaturnsrings #ask #wip game #buddie #buck x eddie #chenford #lucy and tim #9-1-1 #the rookie

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