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periprose · 10 months

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I don't know if my ask got 'eaten' or not, but I did send it while I was on the road so I may have screwed it up anyway. My ask is based on your reblog of the 3 word sentences and if you care to, it's a twofer based plot: numbers 12 and 18 (just do it and you look lost) because I am a dithering decision maker except!! when I am going somewhere in which case my overconfidence gets me in trouble, something Peter knows too well himself. Love your writing!

unfortunately it did but I love this prompt so thank you for resending it!

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Peter is fairly sure that he's the one who's always late to everything. Every single seminar for this new Oscorp tech breakdown, he's the one who's five minutes late, and he swears it's not his fault.

It's just that he always happens to run into Spider-Man duties. He always finds another old woman who needs to cross the street, or a newspaper stand that has just been stolen from, and then after saving the day, he can make time towards catching the next subway train to Oscorp and hopefully run up the stairs, through the door, into the lobby, elevator, and then to the board room with a minute to spare. It always works out better in his head.

He doesn't understand why Harry needs him there. Peter knows technology stuff like the back of his hand– he already understood what the seminar leader who oversaw the development of the new tech was saying halfway through the meeting, and basically put the concluding points together before the meeting was even over.

Peter is nothing if not a good friend. Or employee who will be sent off with a strict warning if he doesn’t at least try.

This time, though? Peter has just made it to the subway station, and his glance catches onto a woman with a muted blue handbag, looking mostly competent and professional in a blazer, staring at the map, very obviously confused. He decides to be a good civilian and take a moment to help her. Just as Peter Parker, good guy who has two extra minutes to spare. Not because she happens to be a little more pleasant to look at than the rest of the passerby. She does really have bright eyes, though, and the way they catch onto every written detail of the map has Peter wanting those eyes on him.

Unfortunately, as she’s dithering and Peter approaches a little too slowly, about to work up the nerve to ask if she needs help, she suddenly mutters “Just do it! Who cares…” with a sudden bout of confidence, and she walks off towards the train heading North. The same train Peter is due to take.

Peter is kind of elated by this, even though he knows he’s a total dork and he doesn’t actually have the courage to speak to her. Even though Harry makes life sound like a romance movie– that apparently all it takes is the right conversation starter– Peter knows he can’t manage it. He’ll trip over his words and make the wrong jokes, and she’ll give him a polite nod while secretly dialing 911.

He’s just happy to have a commute crush to stare at.

The southbound train arrives from the opposite side of the road, and loudly beeps as the doors open.

Peter’s Spider-Sense goes off and he sees that a bunch of people are starting to exit the train, right into the poor woman who gets turned around a bunch of times and then looks utterly lost. Helpless. Eyes widening with the telltale fear of someone who doesn’t know where they’re going.

Well, we can’t have that, can we? Peter decides to saunter up to her and be her hero of the day.

You are so horrible with making decisions sometimes. Unless, of course, it’s taking a new journey somewhere, with directions you’re not exactly familiar with– for some reason leaping into it headfirst works better, cements it into your brain better if you have to travel around these parts around later, and you usually have the time to figure it out.

Of course, this time you’re late. This time, when you need to present a great big presentation at Oscorp, where your big new tech job is, you’re late, and you had to be overconfident about figuring out the directions.

God, couldn’t you have just asked for help?

As you’re beginning to spiral– was it the north train, or the south, will this crowd ever dissipate properly, and is there time to look at your notes for your presentation on the train?– someone taps your shoulder.

“Hey.” A friendly looking guy with warm brown hair, and eyes, is staring at you, not unkindly. He pulls you aside, out of the crowd, and you’re thankful– but a little wary.

“You look lost. Are you good?” The man has to lean in closer to you, and kind of yell-speak over the crowd, who are finally moving away to the above ground.

“Uh… No. I’ll be honest.” You cross your arms and huff, glad that someone could see that you needed help, and you feel a little happy that your saviour happened to be a smart, handsome guy who doesn’t look particularly judgemental, and you pull out your phone from your bag. “I’m trying to get to–”

“Oscorp?” He reads your phone and blinks, and then looks affronted that he spoke so soon. “Sorry. I just read your phone screen– I know that’s not proper etiquette. I’m going there too.”

“Uh-huh.” You fix your eyes on him, and Peter feels a funny twinge in his heart– something warm and soft as you size him up, making your own teasing assumptions of him. You half-smirk. “How do I know I can trust you? That you won’t just lead me to a random dungeon full of murdered women?”

You feel that you might’ve scared him off– you always come off a little too strong.

“Uhhhh, I was going to say I probably don’t look like a serial killer, but then again, you never know as a woman, right? Plus that’s some unnecessary bias and profiling on my part.” Peter fishes around in his pocket for his Oscorp ID, snorting at your joke, but also knowing that you’re not wrong to be concerned. “See? I’m Peter Parker. One of Oscorp’s biotech engineers.”

“Alliterative. Very cool.” You smile at him genuinely, glad to see that he is worth trusting, and he’s about to say something when the northbound train comes in.

“Hey, that’s us. Just two stops and then we’re at Oscorp.” Peter lets you walk ahead of him into the train, and you do so with some speed.

“Nervous?” He asks as the train starts going. He’s holding onto the loop for stability, while you lean against an arm rail. The train is kind of packed– and Peter is just a teeny bit happy for it, since it means he gets to stand a little close to you. He’s not trying to be a creep– you’re just cute.

“Very.” You shake out your hands, trying to chill out, and then reach inside your bag for your cue cards. “I’m starting out as a software developer– working on a genome editing program– and I’m doing a presentation on that today.”

“Oh, I’m in that seminar too. Although usually it’s just some dude presenting… not exactly someone like you.” Peter immediately facepalms, hiding in his hands for a moment before shaking his head, brown hair flopping about. “Sorry, I just mean… he’s not a cute girl, you know?”

Nice going, Parker. Peter groans and his hands remain on his face now, totally embarrassed by what he’s said.

“Oh–” You turn to him, but Peter interrupts you first.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean your looks are everything– I know how hard it is to be a woman in STEM, to get judged on things that have nothing to do with your credentials–” Peter swallows and sighs. “I’m not saying you were hired for your face– I’m sure you’re a very intelligent person.”

Peter feels your hand hesitantly touch his and move them, so he can get a look at your expression. You don’t look upset, just flattered, maybe with a hint of a laugh crossing your eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry. I didn’t take it that way. Good to know you’re not a typical STEM bro, though.” You read through your notes again, and Peter feels a bit of relief. “Thanks, by the way. You’re a cute guy too.”

You don’t know where exactly that came from, maybe an unexpected bout of courage bolstered by the adrenaline from your oncoming presentation, but it’s not like it’s false– this guy is very cute and you know you’re going to struggle if you have to work with him. You can’t quite look at Peter for the rest of the train ride, staring out the window. You catch a little grin on his face.

“So, genome editing, huh? That’s actually part of my work right now. Except more in the lab at the moment– working on synthesising frog DNA.” Peter shudders jokingly, and you laugh as you walk with him.

“Yeah, I’m basically the one who made the software program you’ll be using from now on. I just gotta make it easy for you guys to understand.” You inhale, and Peter can see that you’re still really nervous about your presentation.

“Hey.” He gives you a comforting squeeze of the shoulder, in front of the building. “You got this.”

“Really?” You look up at him, bright eyes glassy with sudden fears. “But you don’t really know me, right? For all you know, I’m going to run out of the room with stage fright.”

“No way.” Peter grins, self assuredly. “You wouldn’t be talking to an almost stranger if that was true.”

“I mean… kind of true. I just don’t want to mess up.” You sigh and pinch your forehead, thinking it over.

“Okay, how about this?” Peter decides on something silly, but something that also allows him to shoot his shot. When else was a pretty software developer going to just fall into his lap like this?

He ignores that image.

“If you don’t ace this presentation: who cares? People might be a little awkward about it, but they’re just people. It’s not a big deal.” Peter starts, and he sees you visibly brighten a little at that. “But if you do, you win something real special: a coffee date with Peter Parker.”

“Oh, I do?” You snort at his blatant flirting, but you can’t help but feel better with that potential date hanging over your shoulder. Peter Parker happens to be very sweet, at least so far, and you want to see just how far this could go. “Okay. I like the sound of that, but acing this presentation probably involves being there on time…”

You and Peter run through the lobby into the elevator– and you swallow your fears as you enter the boardroom, apologizing to the many developers and technicians about having to make them wait.

At the end of your very enlightening presentation– Peter knew there had to be no way he knew everything about this particular software since he had never tried it yet, and the fact that the original presenter seemed to be kind of vague on the details made it seem simpler than it was– you smile at him, and Peter grins back, knowing that he’s just won himself a date with you.

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Larissa Weems gets pregnant by Y/N part 2

Alright, read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

Initially, Larissa decides to wait to tell you about the baby. She wants to get a little further along in her pregnancy just in case something bad happens. However… Fate seems to have different plans.

Today, Larissa is supposed to give a speech at a school assembly. But, she’s having a particularly bad bout of morning sickness. She hasn’t been able to keep anything down since she woke up and she feels shaky and weak. So, she’s trying to psych herself up until she can go back to her office and rest. She just has to get through this and she will be fine.

All eyes are on her as she slowly makes her way to the podium. No pressure or anything. “Good morning, everyone,” She greets, but is noticeably lacking her usual confidence and charisma. “Today, we will be…” Larissa pauses and suddenly braces the lectern as she feels herself beginning to get clammy and dizzy. Oh, no. Not now. Please.

She clears her throat and takes a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. “I wanted to speak to you all today about…” She attempts, but groans as she feels the room start to spin. This is bad.

You are watching her like a hawk. Larissa looks terrible and you’re worried for her. It breaks your heart. Whether anyone else is noticing her sickly pallor, you can’t be sure, but you can already tell she is about to faint. You quickly begin making your way up towards her.

Larissa tries to speak one more time before her legs finally give out and she goes unconscious.

Thankfully, you swoop in and catch her before she can fall.

Everyone lets out loud gasps and worried murmurs. Nobody expected this to happen.

People try to get closer and help, but you wave them away. “Back up, everybody, she needs space,” You say, taking control of the situation. You assure the faculty and students that you will take care of her and easily pick her up to take her back to her office. Even though this is probably the most scared you’ve ever felt, you can’t deny that it feels good to have Larissa in your arms again. You set her down gently on the couch and run to wet a washcloth to put on her forehead. “It’s going to be okay, Larissa. I’m here,” You soothe and try to remain calm as she lies there, totally blacked out. You’re terrified. You are seconds away from calling 911, but Larissa’s eyes soon flutter open. You let out a deep breath, relieved. “Oh, thank goodness,” You whisper and sit next to her, running your fingers along her cheek.

“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re okay, Larissa,” You say.

Larissa turns to see your good-looking face hovering mere inches from her own and can’t help the blush that occurs. “Y/N?” She asks, confused and exhausted.

You offer a small smile, but your eyes are filled with remorse. “I’m… Sorry, Larissa. I should have been with you these last couple of weeks. I missed you so badly. I was just terrified you were going to get in trouble with the school because we…” You trail off, unable to finish your thought.

Larissa’s eyes brighten at this. Wait… You still want to be with her? You weren’t avoiding her willingly? This is such a relief. She feels tears stinging her eyes at your confession. She’s… So thankful that you still want her. You are so selfless. You only wanted the best for her all this time. Larissa clears her throat before responding, thinking of the best way to convey her feelings. “Y/N, I want to be with you. I don’t care if the school board doesn’t approve of us. No matter what happens, I… I love you,” She tells you.

You feel your cheeks heat up at her admission. She loves you? And… She’d face backlash from the school and jeopardize her career just so you two can be together? You smile at her words. “I love you too, Larissa,” You say and lean in to kiss her.

Larissa all but purrs at this. However, as you two pull away, she can’t help but be curious about how she ended up back in her office. The last thing she remembers is trying to address the students and faculty. “Y/N, what… Happened? At the assembly?” She asks, sitting up a bit.

“I… I don’t know,” You tell her. “One minute you were trying to give your speech and the next you just passed out. Does anything hurt?” You ask, now trying to look her over for any injuries.

Despite herself, Larissa giggles at how worried you are about her. It’s sweet. “No, Y/N, I… Know exactly why I fainted like that,” She says, looking away, suddenly bashful.

You quirk your eyebrows in confusion and worry. “You do? What’s going on?” You ask and take one of her hands, rubbing it with your thumb.

Larissa is delighted by your easy affection. She’s been craving it so much these last couple of weeks. It calms her down a lot. She finally looks up at you, so grateful to have you back. She just hopes you won’t be upset about the news she’s about to drop on you. “Y/N, I have something I need to tell you.” She starts and takes a deep breath.

“Okay…” You say warily.

“I’m… Going to have a baby. I’m pregnant,” Larissa reveals.

Your eyes go wide at this. She’s… Pregnant? You can’t believe it. You try to process what she’s said, but then a revelation hits you like a truck. “It’s… Mine,” You deduce.

Larissa nods her head and grins timidly. “It is, darling,” She tells you.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. You begin to breathe rapidly and tears well up in your eyes. Regardless of how touched you are at the idea of starting a family with Larissa, you’ve put her in such a tough position. You don’t want her to feel tied down if this isn’t what she wants. “I’m… Sorry,” You say, feeling yourself begin to cry. “I’m so, so sorry, Larissa,” You sob and put your face in your hands. You should have been more careful. What the fuck is wrong with you? “This is all my fault,” You grit out.

Larissa is shocked by your reaction. You feel… Guilty? She wraps her arms around you, cradling your head to her chest and whispering softly to you. “No, no, no, darling,” She soothes, rocking you for a moment. “Look at me, Y/N,” She says and tilts your head up, rubbing your cheek.

You meet her eyes and see nothing but love in them. It… Relaxes you greatly.

“Y/N, I’ve always wanted to be a mother,” She confesses.

Your eyes grow wide at this.

“I’m… So happy,” She tells you, a genuine smile gracing her face.

“You are?” You ask in disbelief.

Larissa giggles at the wonder in your eyes. “Yes, darling. You’ve made all of my dreams come true,” She says and presses a kiss to your forehead.

You sit for a moment as you think. Larissa really wants to have your baby. You’re overjoyed. “So, we’re going to be parents?” You ask quietly.

Larissa smiles and nods. “We are, Y/N,” She says and places your hand on her belly.

You look down at your entwined hands, realizing your child is just under your fingertips. It’s beautiful. You grin. “You’ll be the best mom ever, Larissa,” You tell her.

Larissa gets misty-eyed and reaches out to cup your cheek. “I think we’ll make a wonderful team, darling,” She says, giving you a tender and chaste kiss.

You hold out your arms to her and she sighs in contentment as she nuzzles into your front.

Your lives are now forever connected. You can’t wait to meet your baby.

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caffeinemachine · 2 years

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Sunday Rituals

Summary: Spencer’s headaches return at the most inconvenient time. Right before the date he finally secured with Y/N. His mind clouded with pain and them being called away to a case, will he be able to apologize and still get the girl?

Content: Spencer Reid x Reader, Reader uses she/her pronouns, Y/N, bau!reader, Fluff, slightly angsty

Part two "Books and Bagels"

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READERS POV

I always loved Sundays. As a kid, it meant Sunday night dinners with my family. My Grandma cooked tons of delicious food and my cousins came over. After eating, we al cuddled together to watch movies on the couch. Now, since I moved away to Quantico, I don’t get to attend the weekly dinners, but I tried to substitute the feeling they gave me with a weekly ritual of my own.

A coffee and a bagel.

Each Sunday morning I walk to the bagel place on the corner of my street, and with my food secured I continue to my favorite cafe. It was owned by a sweet older lady and her husband. I had spoken to her a few times since becoming a regular there. Her husband was once a literary professor at Georgetown University, which is why the back walls were lined with tons of books. It always smelled like freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. They had an outdoor patio filled with flowers, and seating, inside was a variety of tables and chairs as well as couches. It was perfect.

And I knew Spencer would think so too.

Well, he would if he showed up.

I had waited at the doors of the bagel place for 15 minutes, but Spencer was never late. Then I figured maybe I got the plan wrong, he did have a perfect memory it’s not like he could have forgotten about our date. So I got my bagel and walked to the coffee shop alone, thinking we could have said to meet there. But again, I saw no sight of Spencer. Coffee in hand I sat at one of the tables lining the sidewalk out front. My eyes searched the street, but to no avail. No Spencer. He wasn’t coming.

My phone buzzed then, a group text from Garcia.

‘911 case to debrief, sorry my fine fabulous friends I have to cut your weekend short. Hotch said don’t worry about getting ready or anything and come straight in you’ll have time to go home before the plane but we need to run a threat analysis ASAP. Much love, see you guys soon.’

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SPENCER’S POV

I was woken up by the text from Garcia, my mind still aching slightly from the migraine that plagued me for the last few days. I was thankful it let up while I slept, not wanting to have dealt with it during a high-profile case like this.

I got ready quickly, getting to the BAU not more than 20 minutes after her text. I walked out of the elevator just as Garcia was walking down the hall. She let out a squeal, speeding up to grab my arm and pull me to the side before I could walk in. She looked at me with a wide smile and I wondered what could possibly make her so happy at a time like this. But the corner of her mouth dropped a bit before she asked,

“Where’s Y/n?” She looked at me expectantly and my brows furrowed.

“Um I’m not sure, she should be here soon.” She must have sensed my confusion at her questioning so she spoke up again.

Shrugging, “I just figured you would have come together. So, how did it go? Oh gosh please tell me it went well, I have been rooting for you two cuties since she joined our team!” I searched my mind for what she could be talking about, she just stood there looking at me expectantly.

“Garcia, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her face dropped and I felt my heart beat pick up speed, why was she questioning me about Y/N? Was she ok? What am I missing?

She looked at me baffled, “Spencer, you and Y/N were meant to have a date this morning. Please, please tell me you didn’t forget.”

My stomach dropped to the floor as it all came rushing back to me. The bagel, the coffee, how excited she was to include me in her Sunday ritual, and how excited I was she agreed to go out with me. My mouth opened but I struggled to speak. The elevator dinged and I spun away from Garcia. Heart deflating at the sight of Y/N walking out. She looked beautiful. Her (h/c) hair was tied half back with a ribbon, a blue sundress clung and flowed perfectly off her body, a cardigan dawning her shoulders. But she also looks defeated. Her shoulders hung forward, eyes down as she walked. She looked up briefly, smiling at Garcia before looking at me with a look almost unreadable. But I saw the hint of disappointment, disappointment in me.

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SPENCER’S POV

LATER THAT WEEK

5 days and a serial bomber later, I had still not spoken to Y/N. Not to say I didn’t try, she simply ignored me every time I tried to speak to her and avoided me when I tried to approach her. I had gotten close once during the case when she got stuck with me driving her back to the hotel at night.

“Y/N I have to explain and apologize I-” My tone almost pleaded

“No.”

My breath stopped and I looked away from the road quickly to see her. She kept her eyes strictly forward. I had to get her to understand, I had to make her know I didn’t mean to hurt her.

“I never meant to-” I tried once more, but she cut me off again.

“I said no. We are here to work, and until that man is caught, I can’t be concerned with any other thoughts. Maybe when we get back, I will consider hearing you out.” Her eyes never strayed front the road in front of us as she spoke.

With that, I shut up. I would rather take my chances with her talking to me after the case than risk her never speaking to me again.

I didn’t bother her on the plane, she always listened to music while we flew. I was always curious about what she was listening to. It was now Thursday night, and to make up for cutting our weekend short and for all our good work. Hotch let us off until Monday.

I knew she didn’t want to speak to me, but I couldn’t have her mad at me for the rest of the weekend. So I was a light evil when I trapped her in the elevator with me, sneaking in just before the doors closed. She looked at me and scoffed, eyes then trained on the elevator doors while I kept my body facing her. I winced at how visibly upset she was with me and struggled with how to start my explanation. Maybe she didn’t want it, maybe this would only make things worse, maybe- Y/N leaned forward and pressed the button to stop the elevator.

“Go. Explain. Apologize. Whatever you were meaning to say do it now.” It shocked me, but I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity she granted me.

“For the past 6 weeks, I have been getting on and off migraines. They last for days at a time and I’ve been to multiple doctors and no one can find a medical explanation as to why. Last Thursday another one started and it worsened Saturday evening before finally letting up in my sleep. I was in so much pain I couldn’t think, I couldn't even read, It was truly a horrible day off- but anyway not the point, the point is I forgot about our date and I’m devastated I did. I was so excited that I was finally going out with you and I am so, so, sorry Y/N. I like you so much, and I beg you to please let me make it up to you.”

A beat of silence passed. All that was heard was my exasperated breathing from not taking a breath while taking. I tried to accept that she wouldn’t forgive me.

“A-are you ok now? Your migraine I mean, did it come back? Are you feeling ok?” Her voice was timid, and my eyes went wide to hear her speak.

“Yeah uh yeah I’m feeling better. I got prescribed medication from a doctor's appointment I had Saturday morning that’s been helping a lot. They still don’t know what's causing them but it's better than nothing.” She turned to face me as I spoke but she was looking down at her feet.

“I’m sorry you were in pain.” My heart chipped, everything I did and she’s still concerned for me. She was the kindest, most considerate person I knew, and it also made her an amazing agent.

“I’m sorry that I caused you any pain,” I admitted. Her beautiful (e/c) eyes locked onto mine then.

“I forgive you.” My mood skyrocketed at her words.

“Really?”

She shuffled her feet somewhat nervously, “ Yes. It sounds like a mistake and you didn’t intentionally stand me up.” Her lips pulled into a little smirk, “You can still make it up to me though.”

“Of course anything, whatever you want.”

Time seemed to slow as she stepped closer to me. Her hands found my forearms and she raised onto her toes to assist in bringing each other to eye level. I held my breath as her eyes flitted to my lips, mine doing the same. They looked pinkish and shiny and as she leaned forward and gently attached her lips to mine I understood why. The flavor of cherry rushed through my senses, my hands going to her waist as hers went to my neck, drawing each other closer. It was soft and passionate and everything I could have imagined and more. As we disconnected, our foreheads stayed touching. I felt her breathing against me and I never wanted her to be anywhere but this close to me. We both smiled as our eyes found each other again.

“You free Sunday?”

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Read part two to find out how their date went!

Part Two "Books and Bagels"

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kpophubb · 2 years

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Hi! Congrats on 2k 🥳 May I request an OT7 reaction to prompt number 28? Thank you so much for writing and posting your works! <3

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"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 911 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺."

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☆ нєєѕєυиg :~

Although heeseung and you liked eachother, none of you confessed to the other one and made things official

You two yourselves knew that it was TOTALLY mutual and even the members shipped y’all!! But-

Both of you were waiting for the other one to make a move

But your hee wasn’t confessing or asking you out at all..no matter how much you waited. He was being shy and dorky and you knew you had to take matters into your own hands now..🤦‍♀️🙄 after all, how can you blame him if he’s our innocent vanilla bambi?🤭

And besides even tho a bold and flirty hee (which was a super rare case for someone like him) made your heart flutter, it was no denying that a shy and giggly heeseung was the very best!!🥺

So you arranged everything really well. You didn’t want it to be too simple or too extravagant, and hence you invited to take him out for a lunch date at his favourite place!

Even though he didn’t know what was coming, this sweetheart dressed in your favourite style and even brought you flowers?? 🫠😭

You already told the waitress before hand and handed her your note, instructing her to hide the proposal note carefully in between the paper towels when she would serve your order.

And therefore after 15 minutes passed and you guys were good to go, the food was here as per your signal!

Hee lifts the paper towel in a while and his eyes quickly follow to the note that fell down the table. Confused, he picks it up and stares at it to read it.

When he reads the words “will you be my dear boyfriend?💞” written there, he’s immediately in denial.

At first this dummy even thinks it’s a mistake and calls the waitress to return it UNTIL he feels your heavy glare like you’re about to murder him😠🔪😆

But then he instantly checks the handwriting and..realises its from you😳

Man goes all “😳🙈💓💘🫣😱😊💗”

Like bazooka and fireworks were exploding inside his stomach

So shy that he tries to hide his face in the handkerchief bc he doesn’t want you to laugh at the way his cheeks are going pink 👉🏻👈🏻

hee is quick to read the situation and he gets up and sits beside you hastily, taking your hands inside his and looking at your eyes directly.

“Ofcourse I would love to have you as my girlfriend y/n” he boldly confesses, somehow making the moment so intimate with his honesty and romantic eyes!

Will be so giddy throughout the whole lunch date and never let go of your hands even for a minute

A nonstop giggle machine who can’t hide his big, happy smile at finally dating the love of his life!

And duh, he expects to act bold in turn and kisses your cheek..but

Almost has his heart stopped in the process bc he’s such a cute and flustered babyboy hehe 😝💓

☆ ʝαу:~

Okay so, you can never be the first one to propose to jay!

Cause he be that perfect romantic guy straight out of them hollywood movies ! >.<

Hence he already made his 11/10 preparations to propose you on your birthday!

Valentine’s Day is a pretty cliche and you’d be expecting sth on the day of love so he avoided that ocassion on purpose

When you least expect it, you’d find a gift bouquet of dress, matching accessories and shoes lying on your bed with a note that says “meet me at your doorstep in an hour” from jay.

He handpicks your outfit for the day by himself! Talk about being classy🥹

And when you do dress up, anticipating sth romantic, it is then you meet him, all dressed up in a suit outside your doorstep, greeting you with the brightest smile ever!

He blindfolds you the whole drive, holding your hands securely the whole ride and kissing the back of it from admiration.

Also compliments you so so much more than usual

After around half an hour later, you reach a very luxurious dinner restaurant at the side of a beach! A beach cause that’s your favourite!

You open your eyes and immediately get teary from the way the table is decorated with candles and rose petals!🥹

The whole beach is lit up by lamps, and there’s even people he hired to play the piano as you guys eat!

Soon enough, you see him kneel down for you the traditional romantic way and tell you “will you be my girlfriend y/n” in the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard

And how could you ever say no to the fairy tale romance?

You obviously agree and the blissful night ends in harmony, the sound of crashing waves and soothing piano keys as you and jay dance together and drown in eachother’s loving confessions!💞

☆ ʝαкє:~

Your romantic, ROMANTIC guy who’s totally head over heels in love with you and ofcourse..so are you

He would definitely take his chance to cheesily flirt with you here and there, but would be so affected by it lmao and run away after that

I mean..he was still in his shy phase with you and didn’t quite enter his shameless jake phase yet

So you wanted to be the one to ask him out first

Besides it would be a great revenge on him since he was always making you bashful by complimenting you randomly and blowing up your heart BY BEING OUTRIGHT FLIRTY😳

Now it was your turn to blow up HIS heart..😈

You invited him over at your place on a special weekend and specifically told him to come alone

What you didn’t know was how not only were you the one planning to propose but so was he!

You dress up all nice and cute and even set up a nicely decorated place with “date me” letter balloons and cupcakes you yourself baked!🥺

The moment jake rings the bell to your door, you open it and rush straight inside his arms, yelling excitedly “my jakeyy!!”

He freezes for a second there and his soul almost leaves his body from the abrupt contact of your body with his..😳💞 like wow..you were so soft and smelled so nice and your heart beat was beating against HIS CHEST now that you were squeezed together

He immediately notices the set up behind you and gets the scene

Hugs you back 10x tighter, almost squeezing the life out of you and giggling with his squeaky voice in your ears >~<

When you let go after what feels like an hour, you kiss him on the cheek all of a sudden, catching him off guard

his eyes go “O.O” and he almost dramatically falls to his knees from embarrassment and shyness ! 🤯💓

But Damn girl..you better be prepared cause when he gets up..he will ATTACK YOU WITH KISSES >.<

Like who did you pull this romantic stunt on? The clingiest puppy of the century so you’re now in for a parade of his sweet kisses 💋

“I.*kiss.* love *kiss* you *kiss* my *kiss* girl *KISS*” 🫦🫣

No way can you shove him away so you just give in and enjoy your moment of a lifetime ;)

☆ ѕυиgнσσи:~

It was the 14th of February, the day of lovers, so you knew you had to make it special for your sunghoon!

Besides he finally got a break day admist his busy schedule (that was very intentional bc he begged for a day off just so he could spend it with you 🤫)

Y’all plan a mini trip to the next city, to spend some time by yourselves, both of you planning to confess on this big day!

As it was a special ocassion, all the shops and stalls were decorated with red heart balloons and many couple offers!

When you walk by a plushie store, your eyes immediately land on a stuffed bunny that you wanted but you had to shoot the aim with a playgun- the game that you were so horrible at.

But ofcourse, these are the moments sunghoon loves the most! >.< when you can depend on him for anything

And him being the man he is, he proudly wins the bunny for you!

The moment hoon goes to take the bunny, the shopkeeper hands him another one, the female pair, and says “this one is for your pretty girlfriend. Since you guys are the cutest couple that visited our store today.” winking at you

To this sunghoon shyly smiles and thanks the lady adding “my girl indeed is really beautiful. Thank you again.”

You hear the whole conversation and just…stand there in awe

When he comes back, after a while you do ask him:

“Since when did I become your ‘girl’ sunghoon?🤨”

“Well…” *coughs*

“Maybe you will be…..at the end of today.” He chuckles nervously.

And awwh!🥺You take this chance to ask him out indeed.

“Then will you be my boyfriend?😳”

Well well..You know the answer from the way he looks at you and brushes your fingers together instead. 💕

☆ ѕυиσσ:~

Actually, this smart boy saw your proposal coming 😆

From the way you were being so clumsy and hesitant today and blushing every now and then, stealing glances of him

He knew from a long time that you liked him anyway

And…..so did he ☺️🙊

On the day you first met, that you celebrated as your “meeting anniversary” you guys go on an ice cream date!

After buying him his favourite mint choco (mind you, you bought him 3 scoops today just to bribe him to say yes) you look at him with frowned eyebrows, as if warning him that you will only take a yes for an answer even before you asked the question. -.-

“So kim sunoo..* clears throat * “

He holds a laughter back immediately at how determined you sounded lmao

“HEY DON’T LAUGH.😠 this is important!” You warn.

“Yes ofcourse. *chuckles* go on fast. My ice cream is melting.”

“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?😳”

And..3,2,1 he just bursts out laughing loudly.

Which causes you to raise an eyebrow from displeasure

“Well sure. If you promise to accept mint choco as the world’s best flavour.😌” he teases.

“AS IF I WOULD EVER.” You roll your eyes and give him a playful nudge on his stomach with your knee, his sunshine smile causing you to smile in turn.

But you knew the boy just agreed, because once he’s done eating, he gives you a doting forehead kiss and murmurs a silent “I’m-so-lucky-to-have-you.”

You wish you could enjoy the romantic moment, but nah, you’re running after him to wipe the cream off your forehead that he just mischievously smudged from his lips!😆💕

☆ ʝυиgωσи:~

Okay so our yang leader lost a bet with the boys and was dared to propose you as part of the losing deal

Even tho jw isn’t someone who’s very openly affectionate and likes being cheesy (he’s a silent sweetheart and we all know it 🥺) , we all know how competitive he is and hates losing!

Hence, he agreed to do that like it was no big deal for him!

But like in all reality, it was a PRETTY BIG deal because they literally asked him to propose you for marriage??😳

And that too, infront of them as witness…🙄

Like how could they miss out on this golden content of their leadernim??😆

And so they forcefully dressed him up and even cleaned the space where the great act was to take place!

Although the rational part of jungwon was being skeptical and feared your reply as y’all were still teenagers, the irrational part of him was going crazy over the thought of having you as his wife 😳 (well not now but someday)

So when you came, you already could sense the sus smell in the air

Like why was your wonie acting so weird and where were the boys?🤨

They were all stacked one on top of another by the door, hiding and peeking in to see the show without you noticing! 😝

Abruptly, you are thrown aback as jungwon suddenly kneels down infront of you and reaches out his hand for you.

You could tell he was smiling a second before, but now? His eyes were glimmering with a hint of honesty and intimacy.. 💘

“Y/n. Will you marry me?” He blurts out in the most polite way he could ever say.

And damn he sounded so romantic and SEXYY that you could swear you felt your senses leave you for a second there

But you fumble a “yes” shyly and rest your hand on his reached out one, that causes him to smirk in a winning delight

The cute moment is crushed to pieces in seconds when the boys shout and fall like dominos infront of the door from excitement lol

That causes jungwon and you to separate hands in a flash

“KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER” they all begin cheering loudly, raising an eyebrow at their bashful leader

But ugh no, he really doesn’t do it and just tells them to shut up😔

Okay NO..maybe he does give you a small littol peck on your lips 👉🏻👈🏻when the others weren’t watching and whispers into your ears “I really meant it, though. Be prepared to be my wife someday” in the faintest voice that makes you wonder if he really did that or it was just a heart fluttering fleeting hallucination.

Well you are good as long as you don’t that topic up again infront of him, cause if you do, he will LITERALLY pretend like it didn’t happen and he WASN’T absolutely being mr.romantic a few seconds ago😒😆

☆ иι кι:~

A certified menace 🙄

And there you were…taking the chance to propose him on this hyped up “propose day” on the 8th of February

You called him so nicely too..

“Hey niki?🥰”

“Yes y/n?” He asks suspiciously, catching the extra excitement in your voice. 🤨

“It’s proposing day today so I wanted to ask. Be my boyfriend?😚”

And…………..

The line just beeps and disconnects.

YEAH HE JUST HUNG UP THE CALL ON YOUR FACE when you asked that </333

And lowkey disappears and ghosts you for the next few hours

Until you get mad in turn and decide to not reply to his nonchalant “hey” text that he sent literally 3 freaking hours later…

But you can’t be mad at him for long because….

He shows up at your door with food at midnight with the most mischievous smile ever haha

You pretend to frown upon seeing him and try to run away, but he catches you immediately into a back hug tightly and declares

“Okay okay. Let’s be dating from now on.”🫣💖

——————————————тнє єηԃ

🄰/🄽: 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖾! <𝟥 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖼 "𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂"

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𝘠'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 here! {𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵7 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 ♡☻︎}

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spaceprincessem · 9 months

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f&f?

hi diana!!!!!

this is my on going fast and furious 911/buddie au. i recently just re-watched fate of the furious (fast 8) and wrote a few buddie scenes for fun based off the movie. here's one of the scenes i did

Eddie’s chest heaves as he watches Jonah fall to the ground. His grip on the briefcase loosens briefly as Abby tells him good job and to get out of there. He only has a second to breathe before the suitcase is ripped right from his hands. Panic flares in his chest as he catches Buck taking off down an alleyway. “Buck!” He yells, frozen as Abby says in his earpiece, What are you going to do about it, Eddie? He swallows hard and takes off after Buck. He can’t let Buck get away, but he doesn’t know how else he’s supposed to get the briefcase back. Hurting Buck isn’t an option. He can’t bring himself to do that after all the pain he’s caused. “Buck!” He says desperately, “Stop!” He raises his gun in the air and fires off two warning shots. He watches as Buck flinches, stumbling to a stop. He slowly turns to face Eddie and Eddie can feel the way his heart explodes from his chest, pulling pulling pulling towards the only thing he’s ever truly wanted. Buck looks wrecked, but determined as he stares Eddie down with those gorgeous baby blue eyes that have always looked at Eddie like he’s the most amazing thing in the world. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, Eds.” He says hurt and confused and so many other things that Eddie wants to sooth. “But I know that you love me,” he continues with so much convocation that Eddie aches, “and you are not going to shoot me.” Eddie wants to close the distance between them. He wants to press Buck against the wall and kiss him like their lives depend on it. He wants to touch Buck, hands itching with the primal need to feel his skin against Buck’s. He wants to lick hot in Buck’s mouth and swallow all the beautiful sounds he knows Buck would make. He wants to beg Buck for forgiveness, drop to his knees, and kiss away all of the suffering he’s caused. He wants Buck to chase away the taste of Abby and blood and betrayal from his lips. He wants to tell Buck that he loves him. That Eddie belongs to him and that he belongs to Eddie. Always and forever. He doesn’t do any of that, though. He just lets Buck walk away and stares up at the security camera knowing that Abby has seen everything. A few seconds later he hears Buck’s grunt of pain and Josh’s voice from around the corner. “I won’t chase you,” Josh says. Eddie blindly follows the sound, the click of a gun igniting a fire in his veins. He has his gun against Josh’s temple at the same time Josh points his gun right at Buck’s head. “You willing to die for it?” Eddie growls, finger steady on the trigger. Josh tries to pull the case from Buck, but he doesn’t give it up, staring Josh down instead with that same determination that Eddie knows will get him killed. But Eddie isn’t going to let that happen. Not on his fucking life. “Buck,” he says, like a warning. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the moment where Buck gives in. His face shutters and he lets go of the briefcase, tears pooling in his lashes. “Okay, then,” Josh huffs, “let’s go.” Josh bumps past Eddie’s shoulder, but Eddie can’t take his eyes off of Buck. They stare at each other for one heated second and Eddie wants to tell him so many things. The urge to pull Buck close to him is so fucking strong that it physically hurts when Eddie walks away. The sound of Buck’s quiet, heartbroken sob nearly breaks Eddie in two.

i have brainrot so bad whenever i watch these movies i swear

#buddie #buddie wip #fast and furious #911

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gledesma · 26 days

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《 Solo 》Unsung heroes

There were many unspoken rules when you were a dispatcher; they had a list in the staff kitchenette and lunchroom for new employees to see. And one of them was to never mention the day being quiet. Gael also felt like just thinking about it could jinx it too. And he'd blamed himself for thinking too hard about other things for when so many phones starter ringing at the same time.

Headset in place, focused and ready, he picked up the call. "911, what’s your emergency?"

"My dad can't breath and he can’t talk. He needs help! Please!" The voice was not only frantic, but also extremely young. And it was obvious they would need to act fast.

With a calm and empathetic voice, Gael responded. "Alright, can you tell me you name and your address so I can send help to your dad?" Some kids couldn't and it made things harder, but one was able to give both her name; Maya and her address, which he quickly typed it into his computer to dispatch the needed help to the little girl and her father.

"Hi Maya, my name is Gael and help is on the way. Can you tell me what happened to your dad?" He asked, hoping he'd be able to do more. "He ate something and now he can’t breathe. He has allergies." So this could be a severe allergic reaction and gazing at the address, it would take a moment. Goddammit!

"Okay, it might take a few minutes for the ambulance to get there, Maya. Is there anyone else with you and your dad?" He figured that it was the case, but just to be safe. "No, just me and my little brother." His brain went into overdrive. "Alright, Maya. I need you to stay calm and listen to me carefully. Can you do that for me?" The crying girl still gave him a strong yes. That was good, excellent even!

"Good. You're doing so good Maya. Do you know if your dad has something called an EpiPen?" The little girl was clearly confused and had no idea what he was talking about. So he explained further. "It’s a special medicine that can help your dad breathe. Look around the house and see if you can find it. It looks like a really big pen, usually with orange tip and blue cap." He heard Maya looking around; drawers and cabinets being opened. "I can't find it!" Came the panicked voice through the line.

Gael stayed calmed, even if his mind was going a thousand miles per hour now. "It’s okay, Maya. Take a deep breath. Can you look in the kitchen? Sometimes people keep it in the fridge." Please God... give me a fucking miracle! "I FOUND IT!" Gael was so happy to hear that screamed through his headset.

What a relief. "Great job, Maya! Now, I need you to listen carefully. The EpiPen has a blue cap on one end and a needle on the other, that's the orange side. Take the blue cap off and push the needle into your dad’s thigh. Can you do that for me?" Now, the little girl sounded more determined when she responded to him. "Yes! I can do it."

"You're a brave girl, Maya. Count to three and then push the needle in at strong as you can. Hold it there for three hippopotamus. We'll count them together." He said encouragingly before Maya did as told and they counted together. Once it was done, Gael tried to be reassuring again. "Good job, Maya. Now, tell me, is your dad breathing better?" Just... he needed that answer to be positive for that little girl. "Yes, he is! Thank you, Gael!" Maya said excitedly while obviously crying and that made him smile. "You’re most welcome, Maya. The ambulance is almost there. Can you go and unlock the door for them, darling?"

"Yes, I can do that!" Maya replied and ran to what he assumed was the front door. And right on time, Gael heard the ambulance arriving at the little girl’s home and paramedics rushing into the house to attend to the little girl's dad. Gael hung up after one last goodbye sighed, looking relieved. "Another life saved." He murmured to himself.

Today was a good day.

#{{about #{{Lone×dispatcher

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wikiangela-fanfics · 2 years

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Fictober22 - 12. You're making my head hurt.

Fandom: 911

Ship: Buck x Eddie

Ao3

Summary: Eddie's really tired and accidentally confesses his love for Buck.

Words: 1244

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“...and did you know that-” Bucky excitedly continued rumbling on and on about whatever the hell he was talking about right now, Eddie wasn’t even sure anymore. It started like it always did – Buck helping Chrisopher with his homework. Then, Buck got really into the subject, and researched the shit out of it. And now, after Chris had gone to bed, Buck was telling Eddie all about it.

Now, Eddie loved listening to Buck just telling random facts about the most random things. It was usually interesting, and it was adorable how worked up and excited Buck got. Usually Eddie listened attentively, not able to contain a smile, and never wanted Buck to stop talking. But sometimes he would have a hard day, and wanted to just go to sleep. Today was one of those days. He hasn’t been sleeping well or enough, and was exhausted, and at some point he zoned out of the conversation, not focusing on the words, but on the sound of Buck’s voice.

“Buck, can we put a pin in this for now?” Eddie interrupted at some point, running a hand over his face and yawning, barely able to keep his eyes open. “I love you, but you’re making my head hurt.”

“What?” Buck sounded weird, so Eddie looked at him and saw surprise and confusion on his face.

“What what?” Eddie frowned, then thought that it might have sounded rude or something, and he didn’t want to hurt Buck’s feelings. “I’m sorry, you know I love listening to you, and I love learning all those things from you, but I think I’m way too tired right now. Tomorrow, I’ll be all ears, I promise.” he smiled softly, but Buck just kept looking at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“You’re kinda throwing that word around tonight, huh?” Buck chuckled nervously.

“What?” Eddie was confused. He was so tired he barely had any idea what they were even talking about.

“What you just said.”

“What did I say?”

“Eddie.” Buck rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Don’t play with me like that.” he added, now definitely a bit hurt. Huh?

“What’s happening right now?” Eddie asked, now feeling a bit more awake, because the last thing he wanted was for Buck to be upset.

“Nothing, forget it.” he shook his head, then got up. “Um, you’re tired. So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I thought you were staying the night?” Eddie stood up as well, feeling a bit dizzy, and almost falling back on the couch. Damn, he needed sleep. “Seriously, what did I say? I’m confused.”

“You seriously don’t remember.” Buck said with amazement. “You said it like two minutes ago!”

“In case you haven’t noticed-” Eddie paused, as a huge yawn interrupted him. “I’m so tired I’m barely standing.”

“Right. So, get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow.” Buck smiled weakly, already on his way out of the living room. Eddie decided that maybe that was a good idea, since apparently he wasn’t good company in this sleep-deprived state.

“Fine.” he sighed, walking after him to the front door, but then turned towards his room, knowing that Buck had a key and could lock up. “Drive safe, I love you.” he said casually, his eyes almost closed as he was making his way to his room more on instinct.

“Are you kidding me?” Buck said behind him, and Eddie turned back towards him. “You don’t hear it?”

“What?”

“Wow.” Buck looked half-amused, half-disbelieving.

“Maybe let’s talk now?” Eddie suggested, because clearly there was something Buck needed to say.

“Okay. But not here.” he whispered, glancing at the closed door to Christopher’s room.

“Yeah. My room.” Eddie muttered. He was not about to make this walk from the living room to his room one more time. As soon as they were done talking, he planned to fall onto his bed and go to sleep.

Buck followed him and closed the door behind them. Eddie looked longingly at his bed, but he knew that if he even sat down, he’d be asleep in seconds. He opted to lean against the wall.

“So what’s up?”

“Eds.” Buck walked up to him, a nervous smile on his face. “You just said you loved me. Twice. And I just- I guess I need to know how you meant it. Or I’m gonna go crazy thinking about it the whole night.” he chuckled anxiously, then bit his lower lip, looking expectantly at Eddie, waiting for an answer.

“What?” Eddie felt his cheeks heat up, and he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. Those words that he’s been trying to gather the courage to say to Buck for the longest time, passed his lips twice tonight, and he was so exhausted he didn’t even notice? Was he drunk, too? He honestly wasn’t sure at that point. Or, maybe, saying it to Buck just felt so natural, his tired brain didn’t register it as anything weird. “I- shit.” a short, involuntary, but happy laugh escaped him. Then, Buck’s words caught up to him. He’d been so nervous about confessing his feelings to Buck, but from what he said… could it be possible they were reciprocated?

“Yeah. So… look, if you wanna talk tomorrow, I can really go-”

“Buck.” Eddie took a deep breath, then pushed away from the wall and took a step towards Buck. He took Buck’s hand. Now consciously and deliberately he repeated: “I love you. So much, I clearly wasn’t able to keep it in anymore.” he chuckled. “I’m so in love with you.” he added in a whisper, looking straight into Buck’s hopeful eyes.

“I’m in love with you, too.” Buck responded, a huge grin spreading across his face. “I can’t believe I can finally say it.”

“Hey, don’t forget who said it first.” Eddie joked.

“You don’t even remember.” Buck responded with a raised eyebrow.

“Whatever.” Eddie said, then they spent another moment just looking at each other and smiling like total dumbasses. Then, Eddie took one step closer, leaving barely any space between them. “Would you finally kiss me, or am I supposed to do that first too?” he teased. Apparently Buck didn’t have to be told that twice, as he leaned in and linked their lips in possibly the softest kiss of Eddie’s life. Still, it made all his insides dance, as if he had butterflies in his stomach, which was just the last thing he imagined thinking in his 30s. It kind of felt like he was dreaming, and he really hoped he wasn’t. He legitimately could not stop smiling, and when they pulled away, and he leaned his forehead against Buck’s, he also could not open his eyes again. He tried to stifle a yawn.

“Okay, we’ll continue that in the morning. Now it’s really time to sleep, Eds.” Buck said, leading him towards the bed. Eddie went easily, already close to passing out.

“Mhm. But you’re staying. Right-” another yawn, as he collapsed onto the bed. “-here.”

“Yeah, okay.” he heard a smile in Buck’s voice. The last thing he remembered is feeling Buck lay down next to him, before long awaited sleep finally came.

The next morning he woke up well-rested, with a smile on his face, with the love of his life in bed, and happy that it very much wasn’t a dream, but real life. Who would’ve thought that a little sleep deprivation can lead to the best change in his life?

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01x01 (PART 3)

Season One Episode One: Pilot

Summary: Y/N vs a dresser

Word Count: 1.6k

Part 1 Part 2

You were on your way to find the old Welch house when your phone started ringing. It was Dean. You put it on speaker and let Dean’s voice fill the room. “Fake 911 call, guys? That’s pretty illegal.”

“It was all Y/N idea, you’ve been teaching her well,” Sam said, smiling at you from the driver’s seat.

“You’re welcome!” You said into the phone, happy Dean was free. Sam started ranting

about how he figured out the husband was unfaithful, no thanks to you, and how we were on our way to burn the body.

“Sammy, will you shut up for a second?” Dean yelled, you looked at Sam and he shrugged, “he’s gone. Dad left Jericho.”

“What? How do you know?” You asked, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“I got his journal,” Dean said.

“What did it say?” Sam asked.

“The same old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he’s going,” Dean said. John was notorious for leaving codes and clues like that that only we can figure out. “He left coordinates.”

“Coordinates to where?” You asked, looking up at Sam, who was just as confused as you.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Dean, what the hell is going on?” Sam asked, panic in his voice as this case got messier and messier. You screamed as you looked out on the road, seeing a woman standing right in front of the Impala. Sam slammed on the breaks, dropped the phone, and turned the wheel to get out of the way but you hit her, her body disappearing. You could hear Dean calling your names through the phone and Sam stopped the car, the two of you breathing heavy. “Are you okay?” He asked, putting his hand to you immediately, searching for any injuries.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you?” You asked him, looking up at his worried face. He nodded at you and sighed, taking a deep breath. You looked in the rearview mirror and pointed at it, seeing the same girl that you just hit. It had to be Consance.

“You’ve been unfaithful,” the ghost whispered and you looked at Sam shaking his head.

“No I haven’t,” he said as all the doors locked in the car and you frantically tried to pull up the lock on your side of the door as the Impala lurched forward.

“What are you doing?” You asked Sam.

“I’m not doing that,” he said, looking at you as you stared at the gas pedal to the ground but Sam’s foot wasn't on it. The ghost drove the car to a run-down house, the same house that you and Sam were on your way to.

“I can never go home,” she said, her whole body glitching out in true ghost fashion and you looked at Sam.

“You can never go home,” he repeated as he looked in the backseat but she was gone. No faster than she disappeared, she appeared right in between the two of you. Your breathing caught in your throat as you sat still, the ghost staring at you.

“Does he know that you think about him? Does he know that you think about what it would be like if you were with him, instead?” The ghost said, turning her head at you. She cocked her head to the side, a grin plastered on her decaying face. You glanced at Sam out of the corner of your eye as he stared at you in awe.

“We’re not unfaithful,” you whispered to her. She laughed and looked at Sam, his eyes leaving you.

“He will be,” she said, straddling him. You searched for anything in the car that you could hit her with, anything that will make her disappear for even just a second. Just enough for Sam to save himself but there was nothing. She started to kiss Sam, forcing herself onto him and you reached for the car keys, turning them so the car would start.

“Y/N DUCK!” You heard a voice from outside say, so you did. You fit your whole body in between the car seat and the dash, covering your head with your hands as you heard a gunshot, and then another one and another one. Constance disappeared for a second each time, but still it wasn’t enough because you heard Sam’s screams as blood started coming out of his chest in five different holes. She was digging in his chest.

“Drive, Sam!” You said and he put his foot down on the gas, slamming the Impala into the house. You could hear Dean calling for you two and the car crashed through the walls and the ghost disappeared. “Are you okay?” You asked, getting back up in the seat and gently pulling at his shirt to look at the wounds when Dean ran into the house, his head popping up on your side of the car.

“You guys okay?” Dean held his hand out for you to grab. You took it and he pulled you through the window and turned his attention to Sam. “Can you move?” Dean asked him. Sam grinned before replying, having a hard time getting up.

“Yeah, help me,” he said. Dean went to his side of the car and helped him out. He leaned his brother against the side of the Impala and you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging him. You only pulled away because Dean gasped. You both looked out into the house, seeing Constance standing there, looking at a photo.

Before you could move, a dresser flew across the house, smashing the three of you into the Impala, you groaned in pain but not as much as Sam. You tried to move the dresser back as hard as you could but she was pinning it there and she was stronger than you. The lights started flickering in the house and you looked up at them, Dean nudging you with his elbow and nodding towards the stairs.

You watched as water trickled down the steps and onto the floor, Constance stood at the bottom of the stairs when two little kids appeared nex to her. “You’ve come home to us, mommy,” they whispered before attaching themselves to her and her screams filled the house. The three of them burned in a pit of fire and then--gone, right into the floor. You tried to catch your breath as the two boys pushed the dresser off of you. With Constance gone, the force was no longer untouchable. The two boys walked to the spot where the ghosts disappeared but you stayed back, hearing them mumble.

“You found her weak spot, nice work Sammy,” Dean slapped Sam’s shoulder and he yelled out in pain.

“Dean,” you tapped his arm when he reached you but he didn’t notice. He investigated your body for injuries, your usual routine after hunts.

“You know, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?” Sam joked, grabbing onto his chest where the ghost tried to rip his heart out.

“Hey, saved your ass!” Dean said, gloating at his accomplishments.

“Um, you’re not the only one who saved his ass,” you pointed out, Dean nodded at you.

“You’re right, isn’t she getting good, Sammy?” Dean asked his brother as he wrapped his arm around you, smiling proudly. “But I’ll tell you one thing, if you screwed up my car. I’ll kill you,” Dean said, turning to investigate his car. His second part of the routine. You heard Sam chuckle at his brother and you looked at him, reveling in his dimples.

Back in the Impala, you were back to sitting in the backseat as Sam looked for the coordinates that John left in his journal, “Black Bottle Ridge, Colorado.” Sam finally said, pointing at the map he had in his lap. You looked over his shoulder, holding the flashlight as still as possible so he could see.

“How far?” You whispered in his ear.

“About 600 miles,” he said, looking over at Dean.

“If we shag ass, we can make it by morning,” Dean said, nodding at you. Sam looked at his brother and you knew what he was going to say. “You’re not going?” Dean said.

“The interview is in like 10 hours, I got to be there,” Sam said, his voice was laced with guilt and you could see that. Dean just looked back at the road and nodded, you handed Sam the flashlight and scooted over to Dean’s side of the car, putting your hand on his shoulder. He glanced up at you briefly and then back at the road.

“I’ll take you home,” he said.

A few hours later, you arrive back at Sam’s apartment building, you threw Sam’s bag over the front seat and he grabbed the handle, getting out of the car. “Maybe I’ll meet up with you later, huh?” Sam asked Dean. Dean just nodded and mumbled an okay. You stuck your hand over the front seat and out the window, Sam grabbing it for a moment. “I’ll call you, okay?” You nodded and Sam turned to walk away, Dean cranking the engine again.

“Sam!” Dean yelled before it was too late, “we made a hell of a team back there, you, me, and the girl,” he said with a smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, glancing at you and then at Dean. Dean eventually nodded and then looked back out on the road as you hopped in the front, where you belonged, before Dean drove off and you waved goodbye to Sam from out the window, him smiling softly at you.

The two of you didn’t actually leave, you just parked around the corner for a moment to catch your breath when you heard Sam scream from inside the building. You jumped up to open the door but Dean put his hand on your arm, “no, you stay here. I’ll be right back.” Dean hopped out of the car and you watched as he ran into the building just as the window from Sam’s room exploded in a fire.

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Enduring Will (9-1-1 Holiday Gift Exchange)

For the 911 Holiday Gift Exchange 2022, arranged by @paranoidbean, as a gift for @yelenasbuddie. They asked for buddie, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, love confusion. I did my best, though it didn’t turn out to be very angst-y. Whoops.

Title: Enduring Will Length: 7.6k Read on AO3

Eddie doesn’t think about it in the well. Does not think, “What happens if I don’t make it out?” He simply can’t allow the thought into his brain. Once he gives up, it’s over.

No. That thought comes after.

He thinks of the moment he knew he had to fight. The memory of Shannon, leaving again, but not because she wanted to. Telling him to take care of Christopher. So, he had to live.

But what if he didn’t?

The question begins to haunt him.

Eddie isn’t entirely impractical. His whole life, his careers haven’t been safe. He made his first will before he went into the Army. The decisions had been simple then – he had a wife. Even when things were rocky, he trusted that Shannon would take care of Christopher.

Of course, Shannon got Christopher. Of course, Shannon got everything. Of course.

The clauses about what happens in the event they both pass at the same time leave their assets in a trust, managed by Eddie’s parents. But that was a remote scenario, then. It was much more likely he’d go first. He’d been prepared for that.

He hasn’t changed his will since Shannon died. That’s stupid of him. But not disastrous. After all, they’ve already included a clause about what happens if both of them die. Eddie’s parents get Christopher. That’s still the plan. It’s not as though Eddie really has any other options. His sisters? With their own families, already trying to make it work? Abuela? Pepa? At their age, with Christopher’s CP?

No, of course, Eddie’s parents make sense. They’re younger than Abuela, there’s two of them, they have the money. They want Christopher. It makes sense. Of course it does.

So, why does the thought of it make something in Eddie’s stomach twist?

Eddie really does not want to go to the hospital after the well. For one, he’s worried that they’ll decide he needs to be kept, and he’s not prepared to miss Chris’s class presentation.

For two, work injuries are hard on Christopher, and a hospital trip is going to make it worse.

He allows Hen and Chimney to check him out, and wrap him in mylar to raise his body temperature. He doesn’t even protest when Bobby tells him to take the rest of the shift off.

It’s when Buck is getting changed into his civvies alongside him that he gets a little exasperated.

“Buck, you’re not coming home with me. I’m fine.”

Buck flashes him his best puppy eyes. They’re admittedly lethal. Hen doesn’t compare him to a golden retriever for nothing.

“I’m not saying you’re not fine,” Buck said, his tone implying he definitely didn’t think Eddie was fine. “I just think it would make everyone feel a little better if you had someone with you tonight. For just in case.” He looks innocent. “Bobby already approved it.”

“And you’ll what? Sleep on the couch?” Eddie asked, dryly.

“I’ve had worse beds,” Buck said, stubbornly.

Eddie pointed a finger sternly. “Stay.”

But when he exits the locker room, Buck is trotting at his heels. Eddie raises an eyebrow at Bobby, who is watching them with an amused expression over the balcony railing. Bobby simply raises his coffee cup in a good-luck salute, and Eddie realizes that Bobby probably already had this argument with Buck, and lost.

Eddie sighs through his nose, and gives up. Bobby is the only one who has ever had a chance at steering Buck to do something he doesn’t want to do (besides Athena, but Athena doesn’t count, because she’s Athena and can do anything). If he’s already lost, Eddie doesn’t stand a chance.

Eddie just shakes his head, and gives Carla a call to let her know he’s coming home early.

When Eddie wakes in the morning, it’s to excited chatter in the kitchen, and he groans an buries his face in his pillow. Christopher must have woken up to discover Buck on the couch. No doubt they are now making a much more elaborate breakfast than Eddie could ever manage by himself. He’s pretty sure he smells French toast.

He takes a bleary look at his clock, and realizes he’s running late. Buck must have turned off his alarm, the sneak.

He rises from bed only reluctantly, dragging on a sweatshirt and shuffling to the kitchen.

Buck is indeed flipping French toast on a pan Eddie’s not even sure belongs in his kitchen. Christopher is beside him, leaning against Buck’s hip as he peers into the pan while Buck mans the spatula.

Eddie can’t resist ruffling Christopher’s curls, and bites his tongue to do the same to Buck, because his morning hair is a sight to behold, and the curls are just as ruffle-inducing as Christopher’s.

“Daddy, Buck slept over! You didn’t wake me up!” Christopher accused.

Desperate to hide his grin, Eddie makes for the coffee pot, where a pot is already brewing. “Growing boys don’t need to be up in the middle of the night,” he settles for.

Christopher scowls at him. “I bet you just wanted to do grown-up sleepover stuff without me.”

Buck and Eddie share a look across the stove, amused at the thought of having a grown-up sleepover together.

“What happens at a grown-up sleepover, buddy?” Buck asked, sliding two more finished pieces onto a plate that’s already quite full. Eddie would say it’s too much for three people, but one of those people is Buck, so it’s probably just about right.

Christopher thinks about this for a second. “Like, pillow forts.” He makes a face. “And kissing games.”

“Hm. Probably still a little young for kissing games,” Eddie said. “But a pillow fort is in the realm of possibility.”

“But you and Buck already had your sleepover!” Christopher protests. “And I missed it.”

He looks so hangdog, it’s a look that he must have picked up from Buck, and suddenly, Eddie is faced with it in stereo, as Buck is looking at him with an identical expression. The twin pairs of blue eyes are a combination that provide a staggering blow to Eddie’s steel resolve.

“Okay, buddy,” he relents. “How about a sleepover with all three of us, the next time we have a 48-hour off. Pillow fort included.”

Buck and Christopher cheer, and share a high-five.

“Yes!” Christopher says. “And you and Buck can still play kissing games if you want,” he assures Eddie. “Just after I fall asleep, because kissing’s gross.”

Eddie coughs into his coffee, and Buck blushes and almost drops the plate of French toast he’s ferrying to the table.

“We’ll keep that in mind, buddy,” he says, hiding his own blush behind his cup of coffee.

Christopher, satisfied, sits down with Buck and starts loading his plate as he chats with Buck about his upcoming show-and-tell. Buck listens with rapt attention, though his cheeks are a little pink. Eddie feels his heart squeeze with love for his little boy, and he mentally scolds himself about not updating his will. It’s Christopher. There shouldn’t be any question about doing something, even something hard, if it’s for Christopher.

He resolves to find a lawyer. Today.

Eddie hates lawyers.

He has perhaps never felt the same about the profession since that disastrous stretch of time when Buck was suing the department.

But he’s come to accept that lawyers are a necessary evil, especially when it comes down to things like making sure Christopher is taken care of. He’s dealt with more for less.

He looks up family law attorneys in L.A., and settles on Katya Ward for her estate planning specialization.

She has an early opening, and Eddie feels like he’s ready for it. He updated his will when he became a firefighter, so there’s not much to change, but at the same time, everything has to change, because of Shannon.

Still, he feels prepared, with his most up-to-date financial information, and the idea that he’s going to be putting Christopher in the hands of his parents, if anything happens to him.

Katya Ward opens her office door to let out her previous client right on time, and gives Eddie a professional smile. She’s younger than he expected, with blonde hair meticulously styled in waves around her face and wearing a blouse and black slacks instead of a power suit. She gives none of the sleezy vibes of a Chase Mackey type, and Eddie feels himself relax, only slightly.

“Mr. Diaz?” she greets him, and holds out a hand for a shake when he nods. “I understand you’re interested in updating your will?”

She invites him into her office with a gesture, and he prepares himself.

She settles behind her desk and opens a yellow legal pad. “Now, how extensive of a review are you interested in?”

Eddie swallows. “Pretty extensive. My primary beneficiary…my wife,” he bit his tongue to prevent him word-vomiting the messy nuances of the relationship at the end, “has passed away.”

Katya put down her pen. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Eddie fidgeted. “It’s been about a year.”

“And you haven’t updated the will since?” There was no judgment in her voice, but it was the carefully judgment-less tone of someone who was, in fact, judging.

“It’s been kind of a rough time.”

“Well, I’m glad to help you work through the update. Do you know who you want your new primary beneficiary to be?”

“My son. Christopher. He’s eight.”

“And did you and your wife have a provision for who was to take care of Christopher in the event of your both passing?”

Here, Eddie fell silent, his mouth dry.

“Mr. Diaz?”

Eddie swallowed. “We did.”

She waited, but when he didn’t say anything further, she prompted, “And would you like to have them hold your assets in trust for Christopher?”

The pause stretched on longer this time. It edged on close to too long, and then tipped over that edge.

Katya sat back in her chair. “Mr. Diaz, I’m happy to have a conversation with you about your choice of beneficiaries, or we can reschedule, if you need more time to consider.”

Eddie rasped out a laugh. “It’s been a year. I can’t keep putting it off.”

“I agree. But it is also a decision that shouldn’t be made lightly.”

Eddie nodded. “It’s my parents. My parents get Christopher, if both Shannon and I die.”

“And that’s what you still want?”

Eddie’s silence was louder this time. Katya nodded. “Why don’t we reschedule, then.”

Not sure why, since his options wouldn’t have changed in a day or a week or a month, Eddie could only nod, clutching his folder, and trying to calm his heart, which had started to race in his chest as he came face-to-face with the realization.

He didn’t want his parents to raise Christopher.

He just didn’t have any other good choices.

Carla Price is a saint, and this isn’t the first time that Eddie’s had that thought.

When she arrived for her shift on Friday, he was attempting to get Christopher to eat his cereal, which today, for no reason Eddie could discern, was suddenly a problem.

“What do you mean you don’t like Frosted Flakes?” Eddie asked, baffled. “You just had them yesterday, and you liked them fine then.”

“They’re not symmetrical,” Christopher said, seriously.

Eddie took a breath. Christopher was eight. Eddie was pretty sure he hadn’t known what symmetrical meant when he was eight, much less applied it as a standard to measure his breakfast by.

“I don’t have any symmetrical cereal for you, buddy.”

He reminded himself that people were allowed preferences, and those preferences were allowed to change. Christopher wasn’t being defiant or rude by suddenly not wanting Frosted Flakes, and just because Eddie had just purchased a new box didn’t justify getting frustrated with him over it.

“I could make you some eggs?” Eddie said, dubiously. He was pretty sure he could handle an egg. Well, maybe scrambled eggs. If Christopher wasn’t too picky about the burnt parts.

Christopher gave him a skeptical look.

“Toast?” Eddie offered in compromise, even though he was sure that Christopher needed more than bread in the morning.

It was at that moment the doorbell rang, and Eddie breathed a sigh of relief at the incoming reinforcements, abandoning the negotiations to let Carla in. She greeted him with her usual sunny smile and a kiss on the cheek.

“We’re dealing with a suddenly picky eater,” he muttered to her in a low voice as he gave her a hug.

“Hm, we’ll see if that stands up to Carla’s famous French toast,” she said, amused.

“Ooh, I don’t know about that. You’ll be going up against Buck’s famous French toast, and it set a pretty high bar.

Carla pursed her lips. “Hm. I’m probably not winning that fight. Luckily, my pancakes are also famous, and symmetrical.” She gave the top of his head a critical glance. “I’ll deal with breakfast. You go comb your hair.”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

Eddie sprinted to the bathroom, trying to comb his hair and brush his teeth at the same time, eyeing his watch and cursing his late start.

In my day, we ate what was in front of us, and no whinging, Eddie thought, looking in the mirror in frustration.

Then, he paused, hair still sticking up on one side, and toothbrush clenched between his back molars. Because that was it, he thought. In Eddie’s parent’s household, there was no breakfast negotiation. You ate what was on your plate, or Papi would hear about it when he got home.

There was no negotiating, because his parents knew best, always. Any other opinion was always seen as argument or back talk, even with his mother, who was by far a softer touch than his father.

Eddie didn’t want Christopher living in a house where his voice wasn’t heard.

Eddie finished brushing his teeth with unusual vigor, finishing his morning routine in a rush. Identifying the problem wasn’t the issue, though. He’d known for certain since he’d been sitting in his lawyer’s office what he didn’t want. He just didn’t know what else to do about it.

Eddie was exhausted when he arrived home, tired from a long day and the thoughts whirling in his mind for much of it. It was late, and when he pulled up, Carla was knitting on the couch.

“Christopher asleep?” he asked, shucking his jacket and tossing his keys in the bowl by the door.

“Like a baby.”

“And how did dinner go?”

“There was a debate whether meatloaf was symmetrical, if it was served as a square.”

Ah, so it was going to be a thing. Eddie shook his head, and reminded himself to enjoy these moments, the charming childhood quirks that only lasted so long, and were funny in hindsight, if not for the next few weeks while he ran down his limited cooking repertoire with geometric foods.

“Would you like a glass of wine before you go home?”

Carla studied him, her perceptive gaze taking in his tired appearance. “Do you need to have a glass of wine?” she asked. “And maybe a talk?”

Eddie swallowed a lump in his throat. “You’re not my therapist. I don’t want to dump my problems on you.”

“Mm-hm. I’m not your therapist,” Carla agreed. “Just a friend. And you seem like you need one at the moment.”

A hot sting developed behind Eddie’s eyes, and he nodded, clutching Carla’s offered hand in comfort.

He poured Carla a glass, and fetched a beer for himself, and they sat down at the kitchen table.

“You want to tell me what’s going on with you?” Carla asked.

Eddie cleared his throat. “When Shannon died, I didn’t update my will,” he said, starting with the bare facts.

Carla nodded, as if this were a perfectly understandable response, and not utterly irresponsible for a single father.

“I was trying to get it squared away the other day. Because of what happened in that well. It was…close. Closer than I wanted to admit to Christopher even. And it made me think that I really needed to address it. Except when it came down to it, I couldn’t do it.”

“What’s the block?” Carla asked. “Are you having trouble letting go of Shannon?”

“No. It’s more…concrete than that.” He paused, picking at the label on his beer bottle. Carla waited him out. “Right now, if something happens to me, my parents get Christopher.”

“Okay,” Carla said. And waited. Eddie picked at the label on his beer, before he raised his head and took a breath.

“I love my parents,” he started, because he wanted that to be clear. “But I don’t always agree with the way they do things. The way they did things with me. The way they do things now, with Christopher, sometimes. It’s not that I don’t think they wouldn’t treat him with love. But I don’t know that they’d always treat him with respect.”

Carla was silent for a while. “I don’t know your parents, Eddie. But I’ve worked with a lot of families. Sometimes there’s a blindspot around kids with disabilities. It’s not impossible to overcome, if they’re willing to work at it.”

Ramon Diaz wasn’t afraid of hard work, Eddie knew. But he also wasn’t particularly interested in turning a lens inward. They had had enough arguments now that Eddie knew his parents had simply taken some of his points of view on the matter of Christopher, and on Shannon, and decided to agree to disagree.

But even then, they couldn’t help the occasional jab.

“There’s also Shannon. They didn’t like her. They never liked her, but after she left…it was sometimes nasty. Especially my dad. He would make comments. No matter how many times I set that boundary, there was always something to say. God, even right after her funeral. And he’ll say he’s sorry, but he never learns from it.”

Eddie shook his head. “I can’t have Christopher growing up in a household that’s not understanding towards his mother. They excuse me from doing what I did because I was ‘providing for the family.’”

And, of course, Ramon could never say a word against a man abandoning his children to provide. Could never acknowledge what a burden that could be to a partner, to the children left behind. That resistance to that internal lens would never allow that.

“But in the Diaz household, it’s the wife’s job to care for the children, to keep the house. They’ll never forgive Shannon for not being able to tough it out. And I don’t want Christopher to grow up with that mindset.”

“Okay. So, you know what you don’t want. What do you want?”

This was a list Eddie knew intrinsically.

“Someone who supports him. Who doesn’t automatically say no to every new thing he wants to try. Who’ll make him square breakfast foods when he decides Frosted Flakes aren’t symmetrical. Who’ll let him stay in his current school with his friends. Someone who understands him. Who will…who will fight for him.”

“Hm. And who is that?”

You, is Eddie’s first thought, but of course, he knows that’s not the right answer. Carla is everything he needs in a support system. She’s invaluable to him. But she’s not who Christopher needs all the time.

Christopher needs someone high energy. Someone who can meet him in his mindset, who can spend hours enjoying coloring or Lego, or support Christopher when he wants to do something physical.

He needs someone who can look at a situation, and know what Christopher needs and then get it for him. Like when Christopher needed a Carla.

Eddie opens his mouth. Closes it.

Carla seems to be waiting for him to reach a conclusion.

“Buck,” Eddie finally says. “You knew it was Buck, didn’t you?”

Carla sipped her wine. “It didn’t have to be Buck. But he does fit the bill rather nicely.”

“Is that a crazy thought?”

“I don’t see why.”

“Well –” Eddie struggles to come up with a reason. “He’s single. And his job has long hours.”

Carla waits him out on that one, eyebrows raised.

“Okay, yes, I’m single, and we have literally the same job, I get it.” Eddie gropes for another excuse. “He’s young.”

“Not that young. Only a few years younger than you. You were certainly younger when you had Christopher, and he’s in a significantly more stable place than you were when you had him.”

Eddie sorts through his other potential issues. Buck doesn’t have any experience with children, except for how he’s amazing with them, and particularly Christopher. He might want to start his own family, except for how he pretty much already considers Christopher and Eddie family already.

And any other excuse runs into the brick wall that is the fact that Buck adores Christopher. That Buck is supportive of Christopher’s activities – that, in fact, Buck had introduced Christopher to more than one of his activities, and found places that would work with an adaptive program. That he genuinely enjoys taking Christopher to the zoo and the botanical gardens, so much so that sometimes he’ll take Christopher there just the two of them when they have a rare shift that doesn’t overlap.

Eddie runs his hand over his face.

“Because it’s weird,” he finally said. “It’s weird that I would go to my male, single, best friend over my family.”

“But is it what’s best for Christopher?”

And Eddie knows that it is.

Carla patted his hand. “Follow your heart, baby.”

The more Eddie thought about it, the more it made sense to him.

He pictured that morning after the well, Buck making French toast for Christopher, fostering Christopher’s interest in cooking, rather than lecturing him about being near the stove without his crutches, which Eddie has seen his mother do on more than one occasion, even when Christopher had the counter for support.

It’s a nice picture.

It could be a forever picture, and the more he considers it, the more he realizes he’s okay with that. That it’s in fact what he wants, if he can’t be the one there.

He just knows that his parents aren’t ever going to be okay with that choice. He can hear his father’s voice ringing in his ears, even now.

“A stranger, Edmundo? Over your own family?”

And his mother, with tears in her eyes: “Were we so awful, Eddie? That you would take Christopher away from us?”

It’s giving him a headache just thinking about it.

Or maybe it’s the party music. Abuela is hosting a block party, and Eddie had been forcibly recruited into decorating and hauling duty all day, and now that the party is actually here, he’s exhausted. He rubs his eyes, trying to wake up a little. He’s not gotten much sleep over the past few days, as he’s chewed on the question of what to do with his will.

Suddenly, as though she can sniff out weakness (he’s not entirely sure that’s not the case) Pepa appears in the lawn chair next to him, eyeing him with concern.

“That’s not a very happy face for a party, Edmundo,” she says, voice colored half with concern, half scolding. “You should have said if you were not feeling up to it.”

Eddie doesn’t roll his eyes, but only because no one rolls their eyes at Pepa and gets away with it.

“I’ve just got something on my mind, is all.”

He may as well have dumped chum in front of sharks.

“Oh?” Pepa asked, her eyes sharp. She had a nose for gossip of all kinds, and she particularly thought that Eddie needed a little more meddling than he preferred.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about,” Eddie tried.

“Edmundo,” she said, sternly. “We’re family. We worry. Now, you don’t have to tell me. But that is only going to make me worry more.”

Eddie smiled wryly.

“Anyone ever tell you that you are a force to be reckoned with?”

“Daily. Now, what is this problem that has you sighing like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders?”

Eddie hesitated. Pepa had grown up with his father, and certainly knew his faults. She had taken Eddie’s side in arguments more than once.

“What would you say if I told you I wanted to change my will, so that someone besides Mom and Papi gets Christopher, if something happens to me?”

Pepa didn’t respond immediately. In fact, she seemed to actually be giving the question some thought.

“I would say that whoever it is had better have a will of iron, because Ramon won’t be happy about it,” she said, finally. “But that it’s probably for the best.”

“Really?” Eddie asked, surprised.

“Edmundo, they don’t like to admit it, but your parents aren’t getting any younger, no matter what Ramon tries to tell himself. And Christopher isn’t getting any smaller. He needs someone young and fit and with lots of energy. Your parents did their part in raising you and the girls. They’re Christopher’s grandparents. They can still be his grandparents.”

These were all arguments that Eddie had made himself over the past few days.

“I know. But they’re going to hate it.”

“And just who are you thinking of?”

And here was the real test.

“Do you remember Buck?”

Pepa quirked an eyebrow. “Well, I only met him the once, but I may have heard about him a time or two from a certain great-nephew of mine. Apparently they’re quite the fast friends. And I heard something about a sleepover he’s been promised.”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. He’s…he’s just great with Christopher, Pepa. You have no idea. Even before the tsunami, they were thick as thieves. But afterward…there’s a bond there, now. It’s different from my bond with Christopher, but it’s just as strong. There’s…trust.”

Pepa folded her hands in her lap.

“He’s certainly a strapping young thing. No problems helping Christopher when he needs it.”

“Right.”

“And we certainly know he’ll fight for Christopher.”

By now the whole family has heard about Buck and the tsunami through Christopher’s, admittedly very biased, lens.

“Exactly.”

“And apparently you two are going to play kissing games at this upcoming sleepover.”

Eddie sputtered. “We’re not…that’s not why…”

Pepa patted his hand, consolingly.

“I think you should stop worrying about what your father and mother are going to think. There’s someone else whose opinion matters more.” Pepa cast her glance to the yard, where Christopher was kicking a ball around with some younger children from the neighborhood.

“And for what it’s worth, I think he’s a fine choice. For the both of you.”

And then, before Eddie could rally, she was swanning off to Abuela, probably to share the several pieces of juicy new gossip she’d acquired.

Eddie dropped his head back into his hands and groaned.

Pepa had of course hit the nail on the head, the way she always does. Eddie has been focusing on the wrong person.

Eddie was off for the next 48 hours, and he intended to spend every one of them with Christopher.

These days, spending time with Christopher often meant spending time with Buck, and this weekend included the promised sleepover. But before Buck arrived, Eddie decided to take Christopher to the park for a heart-to-heart, praying he wasn’t about to make a mistake.

Christopher made a beeline for the expanse of sand, complete with buckets and sand molds. He was in a building phase. Lego, modeling clay, and Play-Doh were all current favorites. They doubled as good occupational therapy, so Eddie could only encourage it.

Eddie dutifully set aside Christopher’s crutches so he could get down to the business of building, going for the classic sand mountain, before he decided to wade right into the conversation.

“Hey buddy, do you think we could have a serious conversation?” Eddie asked.

Christopher didn’t seem phased. The phrase was something they three of them had worked out with Christopher’s therapist to signal a potentially heavy conversation. There had been a lot of them after the tsunami, and after Shannon.

Christopher kept piling sand in front of him. “Yeah, okay,” he said.

“Do you remember when Mommy died, we talked about how she had left you some things in her will? And I’m taking care of them for you until you’re an adult.”

“Yes,” Christopher said, patting the sand into a mound. “She left me some money. And Grammy’s jewelry.”

“Right. Well, I thought maybe we should have a conversation about what would happen, if I wasn’t able to take care of you.”

“If you die, too, you mean?” Christopher looked up from his ever-growing mound of sand. Eddie’s heart squeezed, but he didn’t want to lie to Christopher.

“If anything ever happened, like I was sick, or hurt, or, yes, if I died. I’m not planning on anything happening to me. You know that I try to be as careful as I can at work. I have my whole crew looking out for me. Everyone does their very best to make sure everyone else gets home.”

“Like Buck,” Christopher said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, Buck especially watches out for me. We’re partners. So, I try to be very safe.”

Christopher, satisfied with his mound of sand, began scooping out a tunnel through the center.

“But sometimes you’re very careful, and it doesn’t matter,” Christopher said. “Mommy always made me look both ways before she crossed the street. But she got hit by a car anyway.”

Eddie swallowed. “Yes.”

“And Buck is always careful, too. But he got all cut up in the tsunami. Because you can’t plan for a tsunami.”

Eddie closed his eyes, stomach churning as it always did when reminded of that day and the retroactive terror he’d felt when he’d spotted Buck – Buck, what is Buck doing here, where’s Christopher? – cut to ribbons with a familiar pair of small glasses hanging by a lanyard around his neck.

“No. Sometimes things happen that you can’t plan for. And no one wants them to happen, but they do anyway. Which is why we make plans, just in case. That way, even if something really bad happens, we know what’s going to happen next. And sometimes that makes things a little better.”

“Like the home safety plan!” Christopher enthused. He’d been very involved in the process of mapping out all the potential exits in the house, and which ones he would use in an emergency. He’d been highly selective of their emergency tool kits for both the house and Eddie’s truck.

“Exactly like that,” Eddie said.

“Okay. So, what’s the plan?” Christopher asked.

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Because you have a lot of people that love you. So, you have lots of choices about who would take care of you if I couldn’t.” Eddie swallowed. “Like Abuelo and Grandma in El Paso.”

Christopher concentrated on his tunnel for a moment, widening the sides until he could pass his arm through.

“I love Abuelo and Grandma,” he said, finally. “Even when they’re fussy. But I don’t want to move back to Texas. I like my school.”

Eddie internally bit back a sigh of relief. “Well, like I said, we have lots of people who love you. Not even just family. And I was thinking –”

“Couldn’t I just stay with Buck?” Christopher asked, with the simple guilelessness of a child. Eddie’s breath left him in a whoosh, with a strength he hadn’t experienced since entering that fight club with Lena Bosko.

“You’d want to stay with Buck?” he said instead, trying to keep a level tone, so that Christopher didn’t pick up his own feelings on that matter.

“Buck’s my best friend,” Christopher said, as though it were obvious.

“I know. You’re Buck’s best friend, too.” Christopher grinned at that. “But when someone is taking care of you, they can’t just be your best friend. Sometimes they have to do things like tell you to clean your room.”

Christopher looked at him like he was crazy.

“You don’t have to tell me to clean my room. It’s on the chore chart.”

“Right.”

“I clean my room every other day.”

“It was just an example, buddy.”

“Oh.” Christopher thought about this for a moment. “Well, I think that if I couldn’t have you, I’d still want Buck, even if he did have to tell me to clean my room and stuff. He’d take good care of me. And he cut the crusts off my French toast, so it’s a square.”

As if those were the only qualifications needed to be a good parent.

But, Eddie supposed, as he started to dig a tunnel on the opposite side of Christopher’s sand mountain, weren’t they?

Buck arrives for their sleepover armed with a bag of stuff he insists are “sleepover surprises,” and Eddie should really stop bening astounded by this man.

Christopher, of course, immediately wants to investigate the bag, and Buck has to hold it above his head to keep nosy fingers from delving inside immediately. Except he then puts it down in the living room almost immediately, too excited to share to bother with being mysterious for longer than twelve seconds.

His treasures include a game of Trouble – obviously new – and a thick stack of Uno cards – obviously well used – a box of popcorn and a mix of popcorn seasonings, a copy of “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe,” and three pairs of red long-john style pajamas, one set conspicuously smaller than the other two.

“Oh, no,” Eddie protests, the moment he sees them.

“Oh, yes,” Buck replies.

“Daddy. We can match,” says Christopher, absolutely delighted. And Eddie stands no chance.

He delays the inevitable, by halting out the stash of blankets and pillows he and Christopher spent all afternoon scouring from every corner of the house.

“Who’s ready for a blanket fort?”

“Me!” Christopher shouts, and Eddie can see from the gleam in Buck’s eye that the pajamas might have fled Christopher’s mind for the moment, but there’s no chance Buck is going to forget. “How big can we make it?”

Eddie looks at Buck, who holds up his hands in surrender. “Don’t look at me,” he offers. “This is my first blanket fort.”

Sometimes Buck will say things that seem absolutely crazy to Eddie, but with a total lack of understanding that there’s anything odd about it. For instance, a surprising amount of popular culture references fly over his head. And there are certain childhood milestones Buck seemed to have missed out on.

“Never?” he asked, surprised. Eddie would classify his father as strict, but he and Sophia and Adriana still made their share of blanket forts.

“My mom was not really a fan of mess.”

Buck says it like it’s not a big deal, even seems to think it’s not a big deal, but Eddie marvels at a childhood that precludes blanket forts. And who knows what other activities, because they were “messy.”

Kids are messy. Inherently. Eddie’s heart squeezes at the thought of Buck’s big personality being squished down to avoid being a bother.

Eddie had been planning something simple, a blanket draped over a few pieces of furniture to create a tent, and a nest of blankets and pillows underneath. Suddenly, he’s overtaken with the urge to utterly destroy his living room while in the pursuit of the most epic blanket fort of all time.

He claps his hands. “Well, we better get to work, then.”

The fort requires the re-arrangement of a significant amount of furniture and an ungodly number of safety pins to make the blankets stretch far enough to create the Taj Mahal of blanket forts. The cushions get pulled from the couch to create a tunnel annex to a second room that encompasses the television, for a late-night movie, which Christopher insists is crucial to the sleepover experience.

Then, there’s no more delaying, because Christopher is adamant that one cannot properly snuggle in a blanket fort in jeans, insisting on switching to the matching pajamas.

Eddie, predictably, folds like a shaky house of cards, and puts his on.

He looks ridiculous.

But it makes Christopher and Buck so ridiculously happy.

He decides it’s easily worth the potential blackmail material Buck is sure to get from it this evening. The unfair thing about Buck is that he has no proper sense of shame, and so it makes it very difficult to embarrass him. He’ll probably post a selfie on his Instagram in the long-johns, himself. Probably with Eddie and Christopher included, and captioned “Twinning!”

Hen and Chimney are going to have a field day with this.

Buck mans the microwave to make the popcorn, because Christopher insists Eddie will burn it. It’s not Eddie’s fault – he pushes the button marked ‘Popcorn,’ why would it come out burnt?

This starts Buck off on a rant about the history of the popcorn button, and how some microwaves use a humidity sensor to assess when the popcorn is done, and others just use a standard time that’s basically a best guess. And is sometimes wrong.

Christopher looks at Eddie accusingly, vindicated. Eddie shakes his head, because it’s so typically Buck to know something like that.

Buck portions the popcorn into several small bowls so they can try all the popcorn seasoning flavors, and Eddie says a small prayer for his rug, because there’s no way they’re making it to morning without at least a little popcorn ending up ground into it.

But he finds he doesn’t really care.

They make their way through the popcorn and two rounds of Uno, and one of Trouble (during which Buck attempts to shamelessly cheat, but they still get trounced soundly by Christopher) before snuggling together in the annex to watch Finding Dory.

It’s not quite a midnight feature, but by the time the movie winds to an end, Dory reunited with her parents, and settled back home in the ocean, it’s an hour past Christopher’s usual bedtime, and his eyes are fighting to stay open.

Buck and Eddie share a knowing look, and Buck breaks out “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.”

“No fair,” Christopher whines, rubbing his eyes. “You’re trying to make me sleepy so you can play kissing games.”

Eddie flushes. “Where is this obsession with kissing games coming from? Buck and I aren’t going to play kissing games.” Eddie’s going to have to pay closer attention to what media Chris is consuming if he has even a passing knowledge of Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Christopher looks skeptical, but gives in, burrowing in one of the many blankets that make up the living room floor and looking expectantly at Buck, who opens the book, and starts reading about the adventures of four British siblings and their adventures in another world. He doesn’t even reach the part where Lucy Pevensie discovers the lamppost at the entrance of Narnia, before he’s nodded off.

Buck closes the book, giving a loving pass through Christopher’s hair before carefully removing his glasses and setting them aside. He does it naturally, as if he’s done it a thousand times before.

“You’re so good with him,” Eddie finds himself saying.

Buck laughs, softly. “It’s easy when he’s such a good kid.”

Eddie’s not sure what comes over him in that moment, but he leans over, and places a chaste kiss on Buck’s lips, a split-second meeting over the top of Christopher’s sleeping head.

Buck blinks, and then touches his lips, briefly. “What was that about?”

I just wanted to, Eddie thinks. Instead, he says, “Christopher seemed to think it was an integral part of the sleepover process.”

Buck blinks at him again, before grinning. “He’s going to be mad that we ended up playing kissing games after all.”

Eddie knows that’s not a particularly normal reaction to getting kissed by your male best friend, but it feels normal for them. As though it were inevitable, a natural progression of their relationship.

Eddie laughs himself, laying down next to Christopher, Buck bracketing him on the other side. It’s late for Christopher, but a little early for them to go to sleep, but he doesn’t mind. The three of them together, here, feels like family.

When Eddie walks back into Katya Ward’s office, he’s prepared with arguments.

He and Buck haven’t kissed again since the night he slept over. They haven’t even mentioned it. But something has shifted between them. They stay a step closer to each other now, circling each other like they’re caught in the other’s orbital pull. It’s only a small closing of the gap, but considering how closely they invaded each other’s space before, Eddie can feel a significant difference.

Buck shows up for breakfast quite a lot now. He bought a set of geometric cookie cutters and has been making Christopher breakfasts shaped like squares and circles and triangles, before driving into work with Eddie.

They have never eaten so well.

Eddie knows he and Buck are on the cusp of something, and maybe that something won’t manifest for awhile. Maybe not ever.

But he thinks of those cookie cutters, and he knows. Whether their relationship shifts, or it doesn’t.

Buck is the choice. Of course he is.

There’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you.

He should have known then.

“Mr. Diaz. Welcome back.”

“Ms. Ward,” he acknowledges. “I’m sorry about last time. I didn’t mean to waste your time. I can only say that I honestly thought that I knew what I wanted when I walked in. And please, call me Eddie.”

She smiled at him. “Katya, then. Have you made some decisions since our last meeting?”

He readies for battle. “Yes. I want to leave everything to Christopher in trust to Evan Buckley.”

He expects questions. Who is this Evan Buckley? A family member? Christopher’s uncle? Grandfather?

He nearly deflates when she simply nods and picks up her pen to make notes.

As it turns out, the question never comes. She accepts him at his word that Buck is the best choice for him to leave in charge of all his worldly goods, plus the most precious thing in his life.

Instead, she narrows in on the specifics. Does he want the house managed until Christopher turns 18, or does he want it sold and the profits added to Christopher’s trust. It’s a question that symies him. In the week he’s been imagining it, he’s been imagining Buck and Christopher in his house, not in Buck’s loft or some other, nebulous location.

But he doesn’t have the kinds of savings that would pay the mortgage for the next ten years, and leave Christopher with anything left over.

Buck could afford to take over the property, but it’s hardly fair to ask him to pay the mortgage for the next ten years on Christopher’s behalf.

Buck should get the house, he decides. If he wants it. He chose that place to raise Christopher, and that’s where he wants Christopher to be raised. It’s close to Carla and Pepa and Abuela, convenient for a commute to the 118, and to Christopher’s school.

She advises she can made that conditional on him accepting taking custody of Christopher, a provision that startles Eddie out of his thoughts.

“I mean, yes. Of course,” Eddie says, because he’s not naive. “But there’s no way he wouldn’t.”

“I’m sure,” Katya says, making her notes. “But even though he may have agreed to it now, I should make it clear that there is actually no obligation on his part to accept the provisions of your will. It’s merely a precaution.”

“He hasn’t.”

Katya looked up. “Pardon.”

“He hasn’t. Agreed. Technically.”

She assesses him. “Eddie, if you need some more time, we can arrange that.”

“No. It’s Buck. That’s who I want for Christopher. I trust him.”

“Clearly.” Her voice is bone dry. “But you may want to have a conversation with him about it first. As I said, he isn’t obligated to accept. And, as we discussed last week, this is a decision that’s best not made lightly. You should be sure.”

Eddie considered this. There was no universe in which Buck said no, he knew that. Faced with Christopher, in need of a home, of a parent, and knowing that Eddie wanted that to be Buck…there was no way he said no.

He was equally sure that if Eddie asked him, Buck would break out all the arguments Eddie had for why he was a bad choice.

It didn’t matter how Eddie countered him, Buck would insist Eddie find someone else. Not because he didn’t want Christopher. But because he didn’t trust himself to be the best choice.

No. Eddie wasn’t risking it. It had to be Buck. If that meant evading Buck’s baffling self-esteem issues by just…not asking him, then so be it.

“I’m sure. He’s it. Do you need his authorization, or something?”

He’d certainly talked to his parents before naming them in his previous will. Which, he grimaced, he probably needed to address at some point, too. His father was not going to be happy.

Katya hesitated. “No. It can be done without his authorization or even knowledge. But I will strongly advise you that if you want your wishes followed, that you make them known to the people involved.”

Eddie can see how it might go down. That his father might raise a fuss, that his parents might argue with Buck that Christopher needs to be with family, with them.

He’s equally sure that Buck, who would probably make the same arguments to Eddie now, won’t, if Eddie was gone and no longer there to argue with. He’ll fight for Christopher, and he’ll fight for Eddie, in a way he won’t fight for himself.”

Eddie thinks of the way Buck’s lips felt on his, for that brief moment, underneath Buck’s first blanket fort, his son sleeping between them, exhausted by a day with his favorite people.

That’s what he wants for Christopher, always. That complete picture. Both he and Buck.

But if it can’t be that, than at least Buck.

He looks Katya in the eye, determined.

“I’m ready to sign.”

And, he realized, as a feeling of peace settled in his chest at the words, he was.

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