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exhuastedpigeon · 5 months

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Helllllo and welcome to my new Weekly Fic Recs!

This first one is going to be a little long since I’m going to rec my favourite fics that I’ve read so far in November. I’ll likely post a list weekly moving forward (probably Friday or Saturday) and will tag them as ‘Han’s Buddie Recs’ and 'Han's Weekly Fic Recs'

These fics are in order of longest to shortest and are separated into newly read, reread, and wips! Anything in italics is a comment from me.

Newly Read

and here, too, am i by Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars Teen || 41.1k Six months into their marriage, Eddie is still struggling to decide whether or not he wants more kids, when he knows Buck does. The universe may not scream, but it certainly talks.

I don’t have much else to say about this fic besides ‘it’s extremely great’

Tick Tick Boom by ChasetheWindTouchtheSky Teen || 30.4k Buck decides he doesn’t need therapy, reverts to some bad habits, and explodes. Or, the Breakdown Fic.

every time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming) by withmeornotatall/@chronicowboy Mature || 21.9k Buck gets reckless, eddie gets angry, they talk in all the wrong ways, and the universe decides to intervene

Divorce 2.0 era.

All The Work That Needs To Be Done by trysetmeonfire/@try-set-me-on-fireTeen || 14.6k Bobby dies. Eddie worries. Life goes on.

This fic made me cry on multiple occasions, reader beware that it will probably make you cry too. It’s beautiful.

Sixth time's the charm by CorgiQueen14/@corgiqueen14 Teen || 14.2k The mid-lawsuit time loop fic that you didn't know you needed.

I’m a hoe for a time loop

you had to kill me (it killed you just the same) by MonsterRae1/@monsterrae1Explicit || 12.4k The Hire to Kill Au. Buck's a hired assassin sent after Eddie, instead, he ends up falling in love.

Got Weird by Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars Explicit || 10.5k Shortly after Buck and Natalia break up, Eddie gets tipsy and makes a rather forward move. Then immediately panics (not that Eddie panics, of course) and backpedals. Eddie spirals, Buck is confused. Lots of spontaneous kissing ensues.

The idiots in love tag was invited for this specific fic, I swear.

I wanna spend my forever like that by wikiangela/@wikiangela General || 8.6k Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.

Something Dumb to Do by glorious_spoon/@glorious-spoon Explicit || 8.5k Buck and Eddie try something out together.

These men are idiots and it’s perfect and VERY hot.

i'd swim to your call on my phone by heartbeatdiaz/@loserdiaz Teen || 8.5k Buck's daughter keeps calling 9-1-1 for help with her homework, Eddie is smitten and apparently 9-1-1 works better than Tinder

What's Died Will Never Stay Dead by HMSLusitania/@hmslusitania Teen || 6.5k The immortal firefam AU no one asked for.

Yet another Buddie banger from a ship that sank in 1915.

swinging for the fences by inbetweenthestacks/@organizedstardust Teen || 6.4k Buck takes Eddie to a baseball game.

This is the first baseball/baseball adjacent fic I’ve read in the Buddie fandom that made my baseball obsessed heart very happy. You don’t have to care about baseball to like it though!The line “Is baseball just…math?” made me actually laugh out loud because.. Yeah baseball kind of is math.

if you go down in the woods today by oklahoma/@malewifediazTeen || 6.3k “Oh, oh. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you.” Buck grips Bobby’s hands as he goes down to the ground, looking up at Eddie with hot fire in his big blue eyes. “You’re gonna owe me so many blowjobs when I wake up. D’you hear me, Eddie Diaz? You owe me so bad.”

They’re so goofy with each other in this and it feels so true to the characters and show. A delight!

kiss and make up by 42hrb Explicit || 3.3k Instead of being soft and sweet or adrenaline fueled and filled with love and thanks that they're both alive, their first kiss comes in the middle of a fight in Eddie’s living room.

shameless self promo, but I loved writing this fic so here it is on my own rec list :)

if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) by HungryHungryHippo/@hippolotamus Teen || 3.2k After Chris leaves for college Buck mysteriously disappears. Five years later he finally returns with some answers.

Honestly... it's perfect

let heart hold true by lecornergirl/@clusterbuck Teen || 2.4k Eddie comes out to christopher. things snowball from there.

nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make by thewolvesof1998/@thewolvesof1998 General || 800 words Bobby and Athena meet Buck and Eddie's new baby girl.

Reread

like a dog with a bird at your door by fleetinghearts/@shitouttabuckExplicit || 51k Evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home

I wish I was lying when I say I’ve read this fic 4 times since it came out, but I’m not. It’s so damn good.

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston/@ebjameston Teen || 40.9k The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind.

I can’t find the worlds to tell you how much I love this fucking fic. It’s so good. It might actually be perfect.

of bake sales and overdue realizations by brewrosemilk/@gayhoediaz Teen || 4.8k Eddie doesn’t notice it until it becomes a thing that happens even when it’s just him and Buck, without Chris anywhere near them - but even then, he doesn’t find it strange, or give it much thought. Buck is the one who starts ending their phone calls with a quick ‘love you’ but it doesn't take long before Eddie does the same, often beating him to it.

WIPs

Maybe More Than I Should by Leslie_Knope Mature || 30k || ¾ chapters complete Eddie caught sight of the man leaning against the side of his desk and immediately wanted to retreat to the relative safety of the hallway, back in time when he lived happily not knowing that Mr. Buckley was apparently some kind of male model masquerading as a third-grade teacher.

This fic is an absolutely TREAT

#Han's Weekly Fic Recs #Han's Buddie Recs #Buddie #buddie fic rec #911 #buddie 911 #buddie 9-1-1 #buddie rec list #rec list #fic rec

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teethingpains · 5 months

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𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔓𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 ℑ'𝔡 𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔊𝔢𝔱 𝔗𝔬 𝔎𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯

Tagged by @0junemeatcleaver0 and @uncivilcivilservice

Last Song: Hoist the Colours (Bass singers version) by Bobby Bass

Favorite Color: Tough question, I like dark reds and blues a lot, but also may soft blues

Currently Watching: Just been watching crafting youtube videos ^_^''

Last Movie/Show: Handmade: Britain's Best Woodworker (this season wasn't as good as the last two imo)

Spicy, Savory, or Sweet?: can i have savory with sweet?

Last Thing You Googled: the name of the wood working show lol

Tagging (with no pressure to do it): @this-writer-needs-coffee @altocat @glamgoblin @fofoqueirah @complicitsacrilege and anyone else who wants to do this (I'm so bad with remembering people's names I'm sorry)

#text post #tag meme #gen talks

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hippolotamus · 9 days

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🐝

tagged by the always lovely and talented (and a tad ouchy) @bucksbiawakening @theotherbuckley @underwaterninja13 @wikiangela @jesuisici33

@spotsandsocks @bidisasterevankinard @diazsdimples @elvensorceress @tizniz

@thewolvesof1998 (be sure to check out their snippets and fics if you haven't) (p.s. shameless plug that I'm updating my tag list for tag days, fics, etc.)

SO, James gave me this wonderful gift of a ballet au snippet after I bullied him into suggested it. In return (and since I was already toying with it) I made him some Bridgerton sentences. Follows this snippet. Master list here.

Henrietta and Karen Wilson, along with their son, Denny, are a staple of the Ton. They’re said to be closely connected to Robert Nash and his wife, Athena, though Eddie isn’t sure exactly how. He’s familiar with both families, but hasn’t had much opportunity to mingle with them. If mingling was something Eddie engaged in. “Hen!” Chimney opens his arms wide to embrace her and then Karen. “How are my favorite hostesses tonight?” Hen and Karen share a skeptical look before Hen turns toward Chimney, raising an eyebrow. “Delighted, Howard. What do you need?” “Henrietta!” He holds one hand to his chest in mock offense. “Can I not say hello to my two dearest friends?” “No,” Karen and Hen answer in unison. Eddie stifles a chuckle, drawing Karen’s attention. “Oh, hello,” she says politely, extending her hand to him. “I’m not sure we’ve met. I’m-” “Karen and Henrietta Wilson,” Eddie interjects, taking Karen’s hand and placing a kiss there before releasing it. “Edmundo Diaz. But you can call me Eddie.” “I could’ve done all that,” Chimney mumbles under his breath. “And you can call me Hen.” She offers him a mischievous smirk, nodding towards Chimney. “I’ll forgive you for keeping company with this one. So, what brings you over, Eddie?” “I was hoping you could help me. Or, I suppose, my mother is hoping you can help me.” “Oh?” He gives both women an abbreviated summary of his situation, explaining his ‘need’ to find a wife. “Well,” Hen taps her chin. “I don’t suppose…” She trails off, glancing at her wife. They share small nods as if they’re having a silent conversation. Eddie begins to fidget, looking between Hen, Karen and Chimney. Finally, Hen looks at Eddie again. “Does it need to be a wife? Or a spouse?” “I-” The world around him seems to go quiet, replaced by a loud buzzing that drowns it all out. What would make her think- “A wife. It has to be- a wife,” he stutters. Karen gives him an almost sympathetic look, like she knows something he doesn’t, then grasps her wife’s hand. “I may have one suggestion,” Hen says, carefully. “Bobby and Athena are hosting someone this season. A... widow. No children of her own. But she is being accompanied by her younger brother who I understand is a bit- protective.” “And persnickety,” Karen adds. Eddie breathes an internal sigh of relief. A widow could be ideal. Someone who might be able to understand his complicated grief. And it’s not as if Eddie has any liabilities, beyond his mother of course. Charming one sibling should be simple enough.

np tagging @stereopticons @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @actuallyitsellie @filet-o-feelings

@queerbuckleys @bi-buckrights @chaosandwolves @epicbuddieficrecs @eowon

@fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @saybiwithme @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck

@indestructibleheart @kitteneddiediaz @thekristen999 @ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites

@lizzie-bennetdarcy @loserdiaz @loveyouanyway @monsterrae1 @rmd-writes

@shipperqueen6 @spaceprincessem @statueinthestone @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @steadfastsaturnsrings

@the-likesofus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @vanillahigh00 @watchyourbuck @weewootruck

@welcometololaland @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @a-noble-dragon @mrs-f-darcy

@drowsy-quill and anyone else who wants to 😘

#well well well edmundo... what now???#oh just wait babygirl #are you *sure* it has to be a wife????#tumblr tags please just work challenge #hippo writes #buddie wip #bridgerton au #fic: come close (let me be home) bridgerton #with a splash of madney and henren and bathena #this is almost at 13k which is... insane tbh #and we have a ways to go folks

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daffi-990 · 4 months

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Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 @jeeyuns & @try-set-me-on-fire.

Thanks for the tags! And thank you to everyone for the Wednesday tag .. consider this my wip Wednesday as well 😅

So pretty much all of you guessed correctly in the last snippet of Rival Firefighters 🚒 in regards to what Bobby wanted to talk to Eddie about sooooo … here you go!

“Grab a seat Eddie, I’ll be right with you.”

Eddie sinks into the chair and begins twiddling his thumbs, eyes roaming around the office as he wait for Bobby to finish up. He’s been in the office before on his first day at the 118 which seems like so long ago now. He can’t believe it’s only been two months.

Bobby finishes writing and sets his pen down.

“I know you already have a station and that you’ve been there for a year now, but I saw how easily you fit in here, like you’ve been with us for years.” Bobby says, hands folded on the desk in front of him.

“You’re good people. Good firefighters.” Eddie internally cringes at himself but he doesn’t know what else to say.

An amused grin lifts the corner of Bobby’s mouth, eyes crinkling with laughter that he’s holding back. Eddie’s grateful.

“You’re good people too, Eddie. A good firefighter who encourages those around you to strive to be better. Not only at their jobs, but in all areas.”

Eddie’s not sure he agrees with that. The only person he thinks he’s made an impact on is — “You’re talking about Buck.”

“I’m talking about Buck.”

A fond smile crosses Bobby’s face, one Eddie recognises as he too also wears it whenever he’s talking about Chris. He learnt pretty early on in his friendship with Buck that he and his Captain were close, a kind of pseudo father son relationship. It’s nice to see it goes both ways and it’s not just all on Buck’s side.

“You bring out the best in each other and work together with an efficiency I’ve only seen in partners who have been together for months, years even.” Eddie knows he and Buck work well together but hearing it from Bobby is like getting an official tick of approval. “You’re good for him and this team, and I think we’re good for you. So if it’s something you’d be interested in, I’d like you to be a part of the 118 family. Permanently.” He picks up the form he was filling out when Eddie came in and hands it over to him.

Transfer Request. Everything is filled out, all Eddie needs to do is sign. He feels like he may be in shock. Just a little bit. Staying with the 118 is what he wants and it’s being offered up to him on a silver platter.

“You-you want me to stay?” Eddie asks in disbelief. This can’t be happening. It’s too good to be true.

“Yes, Eddie, I want you to stay. We all do.”

No pressure tagging: @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @watchyourbuck @wikiangela @athenagranted @steadfastsaturnsrings @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @devirnis @jesuisici33 @rainbow-nerdss @exhuastedpigeon @callmenewbie @spagheddiediaz @malewifediaz @wildlife4life @rewritetheending @eddiebabygirldiaz @weewootruck @the-likesofus @fiona-fififi @sibylsleaves @shitouttabuck @mellaithwen @missmagooglie @captain-hen @bekkachaos @giddyupbuck @glorious-spoon @nmcggg @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @hoodie-buck @homerforsure @honestlydarkprincess @princessfbi @elvensorceress

#fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong #rival firefighters fic #daffi writes #buddie wip #buddie #I changed the time Eddie was filling in at the 118 from one month to two #because I felt like one month wasn’t long enough and cos Anderson deserves longer paternity leave haha #got some writing beans back and managed to get out +1K so I’m happy ☺️

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diazsdimples · 4 months

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Fuck It Friday!

I was meant to post chapter 2 of With you I'm Home today but alas, life got in the way. In the meantime, enjoy Eddie delivering a baby!!

Tagged by @daffi-990, go check out their Fuck It Friday RIGHT NOW for Buck and May's first meeting!

“Okay, Amber, I know it hurts but on your next contraction I’m going to need you to give me the biggest push you’ve ever done,” Eddie instructs. “Cam, if you want to watch baby come out, now’s your chance, man.” Cam gulps, looking a little pale, and shakes his head. “Y-ya know, I think I-I’m good here, thanks” he stammers, and Amber rolls her eyes. “He threw up when our oldest was born and fainted at the second. Pathetic” Eddie snorts, as if he wasn’t a second away from doing the same thing at Christopher’s birth. “Hey, it happens.” It strikes Eddie how odd it is that he’s having a very casual conversation with someone while they have a face sticking out between their legs. The baby’s face, thankfully, isn’t getting any more purple, and Eddie briefly remembers that babies won’t actually take their first breath until their bodies have passed entirely through the birth canal, something about the pressure of their chest suddenly being decompressed being enough to draw their lungs open and for them to take their first breath. A quick glance at Chimney reveals that the man is ready to receive the baby, a towel draped over his arms. Hen’s breath hisses as she inhales sharply as Amber clamps down on her hand once more, the contraction building and building. Eddie wraps both hands around the baby’s head and neck, careful not to occlude the air way. “Push, Amber, push! That’s it!” he encourages as he applies a small amount of traction, the baby’s neck lengthening until the first shoulder pops free and then, suddenly, the rest of the baby follows in a slippery rush that’s got Eddie scrambling to support the body before the baby goes flopping onto the floor. “It’s a girl!” He’s holding the baby up, unable to tear his eyes away from the small, almost too small, slimy, and yet perfect human being in his arms, starting at her in amazement before remembering that skin to skin is key just after birth. Lion king moment over, he moves towards the expectant mother. Eddie’s dimly aware of the fact that he can’t hear any screaming as he lifts the baby up onto Amber’s chest. “Eddie?” Bobby’s voice is low, almost a warning, and Eddie knows, he knows he’s gotta do something, and fast. “Yeah, Cap, I know” He grabs a towel and scoots up so he’s at Amber’s side. He hasn’t even had time to inspect for damage… down there, but right now he’s got other priorities. Amber grabs his arm as he reaches over with a towel, covering the baby and begins to rub her back thoroughly. “I-is everything okay? Why isn’t she crying?” “Baby’s a little early and sometimes they need a little help breathing.” Eddie turns to Hen when it becomes apparent that this baby is going to need more than stimulation to get her breathing, his voice low and urgent. “Hen, I need you to clamp the cord and cut it, I’ve got to get her to Chim”. Hen nods resolutely and does as he said, placing two clamps about 2 inches above the start of the cord, and cuts into it with the scissors. It’s tough, almost chewy, and takes a couple of attempts before the cord is cut and Eddie swiftly brings the baby into his arms. “Chim, you ready for me?” Chimney already has the small mask out and the high flow oxygen set up. “Yes sir.” It’s been 40 seconds since the baby was born and she still hasn’t taken a breath. Eddie lays the baby out on the towels in front of Chimney and immediately focuses himself on resuscitation, leaving Bobby and Hen to reassure the parents. “Starting rescue breaths” Chimney announces, and he covers the baby’s face with the mask. Eddie holds her head stead, ensuring her airway is open, and Chimney administers the breaths. “Good chest rise” Eddie notes. “Keep going.” The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Eddie can vaguely hear Bobby and Hen talking with Amber and Cam in the background, their voices low and reassuring as they explain what’s going on. Eddie forces himself not to look over, not to see Amber and Cam’s terrified faces as he and Chimney encourage their daughter to life. “Come on, baby, breathe for me” he murmurs.

No pressure tagging @hippolotamus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @malewifediaz @watchyourbuck @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @weewootruck @eddie---diaz @fruitandbubbles @fortheloveofbuddie @rainbow-nerdss @monsterrae1 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @steadfastsaturnsrings @fionaswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie

#okay so I had to somewhat relive the trauma of when I resused a baby to write this #but it's okay!!#anything for the fic lmao #midwife!eddie #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #911

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qroier · 5 months

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some of my favorite fun spiderbit vods (with links!) now that we're all starting to look dangerously close to your average joker moment image. credit to @/quvctiy on twitter for compiling the original full list of links and vods, I just went through and added dates and picked a few fun ones out like some sort of spiderbit vod tierlist. quvctiy made it so all the links jump directly to when they're hanging out (ty monarch)

May 11 - QSMP day 51 - base guapita: (cellbit) (roier)

June 1 - QSMP day 72 - cellbit rescue and proposal (they don't spend much time together but it has some great moments): (cellbit) (roier)

June 9 - QSMP day 80 - special shout out to festa junina for being particularly impossible to watch at times: (cellbit) (roier)

June 16 - QSMP day 87 - wedding day: (cellbit) (roier)

June 28 - QSMP day 99 - hide and seek with bad and most of the eggs: (cellbit is off stream) (roier)

July 12 - QSMP day 113 - gordinho gostosinho with maxo (miss you every day king): (cellbit) (roier)

July 22nd - QSMP day 123 - THE July 22nd music sharing stream, kindly recreated by @uwillneverknowwho : (cellbit vod with music) (original cellbit vod) (roier is off stream)

August 2 - QSMP day 133 - the church investigation: (cellbit) (roier)

August 17 - QSMP day 148 - special shout out to cellbit giving richas a bath in bobby's old room while roier is distracted watching a kid's cartoon slkdjfk (cellbit) (roier)

August 25 - QSMP day 156 - the cowboy bar investigation and doing richas' tasks (includes gems such as roier stealing a kiss from cellbit, cellbit singing me gustas tu, and more. the entire thing is solidly a category 50 spiderbit moment): (cellbit) (roier)

August 30- QSMP day 161 - giving mouse a tour of the castle: (cellbit) (roier)

September 6 - QSMP day 168 - special shout out to them playing tag with richas after the whole furniture fiasco: (cellbit) (roier)

September 15 - QSMP day 177 - mexican independence event (not the longest by a long shot but i am very biased here): (cellbit) (roier is off stream)

September 16 - QSMP day 178 - touring bagi around the island that first day after she arrived: (cellbit) (roier)

October 7 - QSMP day 199 - hanging out a bit while cellbit works on the ordem base (short but includes the clip of roier looking down from the ceiling singing tempo perdido and them later bothering bagi): (cellbit) (roier off stream)

i still need to finish catching up on purgatory 😔 but another special shout out to all the times they'd manage to sneak off together. and of course shoutout to their lore talks, just wanted to focus more on the fun moments here

#qsmp #spiderbit #speaking #roier #cellbit

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wildlife4life · 5 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by the lovely @exhuastedpigeon, @hippolotamus @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @jeeyuns @hoodie-buck @theotherbuckley and @ladydorian05 Thank you all so much!

I am in a very generous mood today, so for this tidbit Tuesday I am sharing several teases from different wips. Enjoy!

NFL Buck: Athena hits the intercom above the code box, taking note of cameras that swivel slightly towards her way. A deep voice seeped with weariness comes through the speaker, "What can I do for you officer?"

In the back seat of her cruiser, Eddie immediately perks up and cries out, "Buck! She arrested me and I don't like it and I swear those tiny humans put her up to it! But I didn't do it! I swear!"

4+1 Buck is too nice: Eddie is actually contemplating stealing Bobby's nice knife set away from the firehouse. Stolen knives for Eddie's stolen boyfriend. Seems fair. Sort of.

When in reality Eddie more than understands. Athena is working, Bobby is covering for Captain Royce, and trying to get any sort of non-familiar (free) transportation from LAX was a disservice to May.

Kidnapped Mpreg Buck: Eddie grips his tiny newborn daughter tight to his chest. Its too quiet. Buck is silent, no longer screaming in agony. Their baby has gone quiet after her first cries. Doug will never make a sound again, lying dead by the fireplace. He can barely hear Hen muttering under her breath, pumping her fist hard over Buck's chest. Chimney hasn't said a word since announcing the loss of Buck's heart beat, frantically working to try and stop the omega from bleeding out. And Maddie...is slumped against the wall near the bed where her brother lays dying, covered in blood from Doug, herself, and Buck. Catatonic. Quiet. Too quiet.

Parental Chimney w/ Teen Buddie: Chimney does a double take when he see's Eddie standing just a step inside the bay doors. The older teen is wringing his hands together, looking nervous and very lost.

Tapping Hen on the shoulder, he motions towards the kid and Hen nods in understanding. "Yell if you need back-up." She jokes somewhat serious.

Chimney rolls his eyes, "Doubt he's here to cause harm."

Hen shrugs, "Your new to this parenting thing, and so am I, so asking for help won't hurt." She glances over to Eddie, "Just don't be too hard on him. From my understanding, kids been through enough and losing Buck must feel like rock bottom."

Return of sperm donor kid: “Carson, Connor is your dad, okay? I just-well-um” Buck was floundering to find the right way to explain to a beginning 5th grader how sperm donation works.

“He’s not my dad! I heard my mom say so!” Connor shouted, anger and frustration starting to take over.

Buck raised his hands up in gentle defense, “Okay. Okay. Let’s just,” He sighs in frustration, looking upwards. Buck didn’t really pray, but he did believe in the universe and Eddie would be his entire paycheck that he was cursing it right now. “I’m calling your parents.”

Carson opened his mouth to object, but Buck immediately cut him off, “I am calling your parents, and that includes your dad, the same man who has fed you, clothed you, LOVED you since the day you were born. I am calling them and then we are all going to sit down and talk. Understand?”

Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @bekkachaos @prosperdemeter2 @spotsandsocks @malewifediaz @elvensorceress @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @devirnis @eddiebabygirldiaz @loserdiaz @spaceprincessem @thekristen999 @lizzybizzyzzz @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @spagheddiediaz @try-set-me-on-fire @monsterrae1 @lover-of-mine @rogerzsteven @eowon @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @911-on-abc @cowboydiazes @vampbuckley @brokenribsdiaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @arthursdent @glorious-spoon @buddierights @athenagranted @rainbow-nerdss @gayhoediaz @gayedmundodiaz

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pastelpressmachine · 10 months

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Black Mirror’s Demon 79 and the Justification of Brown Feminine Rage (warning: spoilers)

What if intrusive thoughts can be valid, and it is okay, maybe even necessary to act on them sometimes? If violence isn’t the answer, why must it so often be the question?

Set in Northern England, 1979, “Demon 79″ is the final episode of Black Mirror’s sixth season. It follows Nida, a meek sales assistant with a mousy appearance, who is tasked with the most complicated and important mission: to save the world by taking the lives of three human sacrifices in the days leading up to May Day.

Champions of the extended metaphor, Black Mirror employ the talents of Anjana Vasan (an Indian-born, Singaporean-raised, and U.K.-based actress) who plays Nida Huq and Paapa Essiedu (an English actor of Ghanaian descent) who plays Gaap*, the demon Nida accidentally invokes upon finding a talisman that begins this stressful mission of her. Gaap, devilishly handsome and charming, trying to earn his “wings” and be initiated into demonhood reassures the panicking Nida that she is not going mad, she is not a bad person, and the people she is encouraged to kill are vetted through his soul-reading as deserving of death.

*Gaap is considered through stories of demonology and texts related to the Testament of Solomon to be the Prince of Hell, with angels as siblings and a penchant for manipulating women and rendering them infertile.

Gaap adjusts his form to something more comfortable for Nida by changing into a look-a-like of Bobby Farrell from the famous disco-funk German-Caribbean vocal group known as Boney M. Having the representation of a demonic entity be a Black man while allowing him to manifest into a symbol of appeal for Nida turns the inherent vilification of Black men on its head without contributing to the hypersexualization of Black bodies. Gaap is never presented as a love interest for her, but viewers do get to see them develop a snarky back-and-forth. I almost never see Black and brown leads banter like this.

Another reason I’m glad Gaap was not portrayed as a sinful symbol of sexual desire is because Indian women already have to navigate a shame-fueled purity culture, and I wouldn’t want to see her grapple with her feelings for someone who is not only outside of her race and religion, but isn’t human. Writers avoided the idea that to love Gaap was to love something forbidden in all possible ways. And we don’t need to see Black folks depicted as not-human. The history of both American cinema and politics has acted on that dangerous perception already.

When I saw the opening scene of Nida with her wide eyes waking up to get ready for work, I recognized the doe-like innocence in her face as the one I have been raised to emulate. She looks so much like my mother 30 years ago. Minimal makeup, modest clothes, hair neat and tied back.

Moments of Nida’s inner demons being unleashed start off as fantasies she has. She is quietly scurrying through her life as an oppressed minority in 1970′s England, where xenophobia and racism showed up everywhere, from the actions of the British Nationalists to the microaggressions Nida faces at work for simply bringing her potent biryanis to the stock room and “stinking up the place”.

Indian women are some of the least visible in politics historically and presently because we are raised to not make a fuss of things, to be quiet and reserved and let white people act how they want towards us because we are guests in their countries, even when they’ve colonized and pillaged our own. I feel Nida’s pain as she thanks the white people around her for the bare minimum (allowing her an alternative place to eat, such as the basement - where she finds the talisman that changes her life) and avoids the confrontation and rage within her, even sighing in defeat at the NF* tag that has been spray-painted on her front door.

*NF stands for the National Front, a far-right, fascist political party in the United Kingdom, founded in 1967.

I crave catharsis for Nida. And for her late mother, whom she has a photo of in her apartment. She explains after the first sacrifice that her mother was perceived as crazy, and now Nida is afraid that people will think the same of her, and this time, because of what she’s done, it will be true. I wondered if Nida’s mom was called crazy because she had stood up for herself, reported abuse or harassment that was occurring within the Indian community itself or in her own home, or tried to leave Nida’s father. None of these scenarios would make the show seem like fiction at all, at least not for many of the South Asian women trapped by the chains of patriarchal ideals.

There are moments where I am concerned Nida is enamored by Michael Smart, a white politician giving a campaign speech outside the store she works at, as if his mere acknowledgment of her existence without visible disgust is enough to make her heart flutter. Again, I enjoy seeing a Black and brown lead in this episode, and knowing that other viewers are getting to see the many instances of white culture that exposes the racist ignorance and unfair power structures that exist in western society, workplaces, and even the homes of white folks themselves. (I was so happy for little Laura to hear of what was done to her assailant).

When it comes to stopping the world from absolute destruction in a nuclear holocaust, the heroes have never really been people who look like Nida. (It is worth noting that the head writer for this episode was Bisha K. Ali, who also is the executive writer for Disney+’s Ms. Marvel and has tackled many of the same representation issues in her work). People like her don’t have the permission to be loud, angry, or violent without consequences, no matter how justified. Meanwhile, with unchecked authority, bombs go off and innocent people die and children cower in their beds and white men get to act on their worst traits and impulses, however sinful, with little to no accountability.

Even when Nida is being violent, it is for the greater good. Because it has to be. Even female rage has to serve a purpose for others. It cannot just be hers. If she’s going to be angry, she better be trying to solve crime or save the world.

And through this most guttural and sometimes poisonous part of being a human, Gaap sees her. Maybe it’s because he has transformed in the image of Nida’s celebrity crush or maybe it’s truly the way in which he interacts with her, Gaap sees Nida. He recognizes the type of violence she would and would not indulge in. He tells her she should feel more at ease after killing the first sacrifice, a pedophile she clobbers with a brick before he falls into a river. He continuously recognizes her hesitation, and suggests “Dutch courage”, or booze before following through with the second kill. It is inappropriate in Indian culture for women to drink, which Nida notes when she tells Gaap she doesn’t. Then he asks her if she wants to, something, from the expression on Nida’s face, it doesn’t seem like she has ever been asked.

Upon entering a pub full of (yes, all white) men, Nida is dismissed by the (also white) female bartender who looks just as irritated by her existence as her coworker Vicky, who had reported how unfair it was that she had to smell Nida’s lunches and endure the lingering scent at work. An older (also white) bartender (who might be the owner) takes her order with the same polite and quiet discomfort of her boss, who had presented her with the basement lunch “solution” to appease Vicky. It’s subtle but the approaches in which different age groups and genders of white English folk take with engaging with Nida demonstrate the variety of ways in which people of colour experience discrimination. At its worst, it is violent hate crimes and unjust legislation that mutates into full blown genocide. At its mildest, it’s passive aggression and strained tolerance.

It’s more apparent with the second killing (of a man named Keith who killed his wife) that Nida does have the option to be as righteous as she wants to be, which is something I really appreciated about her character. Even if she was killing to prevent the literal apocalypse, and the clock was 6 minutes from midnight -- she must follow the cadence of at least one kill a day -- the moment she has to hear Keith’s justification for what he did and his attempt at absolving himself with the statement “I’m not a bad husband, but --” she swings a hammer at his head to shut him up. She then bashes his head in repeatedly, even to the point where Gaap is wincing at the sight. If this was just about killing people to stop a bigger disaster and loss of life, she wouldn’t be losing herself in the act like she did.

The third and final kill occurred in the next few minutes, as Keith’s roommate, witnesses her trying to exit, which presents itself as problem in allowing her to continue with the mission if she’s arrested. It’s messy because it was fast, the least premeditated, and she doesn’t know who the man is or if he’d done anything as bad as the previous two skills. Because of this, she’s much more apologetic as the man dies, later finding out from Gaap he was Keith’s brother, Chris, an “ordinary” person who would not have been one of Nida’s choices.

But as Gaap says, “What’s done is done”. And the three lines on the talisman should have disappeared indicating that Nida has fulfilled her duty. But it still has a line remaining, so a confused Gaap dials 666 (of course) on Nida’s rotary phone to explain the issue to his superiors. He tells Nida that Keith apparently didn’t count because he’s a murderer and anyone who’s been directly responsible for the death of another human being (not counting future deaths they might be responsible for) is off limits. Chris counted because his death still occurred just before midnight.

Nida doesn’t snap psychologically and decide she enjoys this and is going to become a serial killer, which is a direction I find common in other Black Mirror episodes, where the white and/or male character loses it and/or goes on a killing spree. She grapples once more with her initial unwillingness to participate in this because even when given the go-ahead and to have the most reason to, she enters a mental boxing ring with her instinct v. culture v. morals. From my own experience and what I have seen in my own community, outward expression of rage is never the first emotion a woman reaches for...because she can’t always afford to in the way others can.

“My whole life, I never wished harm on anyone.”

Gaap tells her what’s at risk for him, and he describes a fate of punishment that she says sounds like her life now. She stands, empathizing with an actual demon, and deciding to continue with the mission. Gaap also reminds her this isn’t solely for him; she possessed a darkness within her that drew her to the talisman. So, he asks her, who pissed her off?

To Possette’s Shoes they go.

Vicky, a prime choice for the grand finale, delegates the task of attending to the young girl Laura (from earlier) and her mother to Nida. Because the little girl creeps Vicky out. Gaap informs Nida that because she killed Laura’s dad, Laura doesn’t kill herself at 28 and instead goes to therapy, becomes a mother at 29, and a grandmother at 57. It’s a comforting thought amidst the mayhem of it all.

Michael Smart makes an appearance once more, as his father and the boss’s father, are old college friends, and Nida’s boss had promised him a suit and shoes on the house. The boss unsurprisingly selects Vicky as the sales attendant, with Gaap grumbling to himself as Nida’s eyes go from ‘excited crush’ to just crushed. Her boss then chooses to notice the boxes on the floor from when Vicky could’ve been cleaning up and hisses at Nida, “Could you pick up the bloody mess?” This prompts Gaap to suggest the boss be the next to go.

Nida moves on to cleaning up the boxes, eavesdropping on the conversation between Michael and Vicky. When Michael says he hopes he has her vote, she says she is siding with the National Front who she believes will help rid the town of all the pesky foreigners. And then Michael Smart reveals himself to be what a lot of politicians are: covert bigots. He explains to Vicky that an explicitly xenophobic campaign would be too polarizing, so you have to elect a moderate who can win over the masses and put the evil plans in motion. (Sound familiar?)

There is a subliminal language spoken among white supremacists, even if they smile politely at people who look like me and Nida. And this revelation that she witnesses presents an even more justifiable option for Nida’s third kill.

She asks Gaap to give her information about Michael’s future, which he hesitantly reveals to her. Michael Smart wins the election, eventually becomes prime minister, and leads a new world order built on white supremacy. Nida decides he is the final target, but Gaap tells her he wouldn’t be the right choice because the Satanic world he comes from is a fan of his work and everyone there would want Michael to be able to facilitate the upcoming deaths that occur as a result of him first winning the election to become a member of Parliament.

But Nida is set on him, or no one, giving Gaap the ultimatum to get on board or risk his own banishment after failing his initiation.

Meanwhile, a police investigation occurs which leads to the bar staff identifying Nida as a “muttering Indian woman” who was at the bar the night Keith died. Len Fisher of Tipley Police arrives at Nida’s apartment, as part of routine questioning, and she invites him in, with Gaap’s suggestion to kill him.

Fisher is the first white person to speak to her as person, too, even though he’s there on the premise of Nida being a potential suspect. Maybe this is more covert trust-building behaviour, maybe as a cop, maybe as someone generally suspicious of people of colour. He is the most mild-mannered, middle-man in the whole story.

Fisher follows Nida who follows Smart after his speech at town hall. This is where I’m a little surprised but not displeased. The other episodes end with something sad, violent, and/or redemptive. Nida gets a bit of everything, but as with all things Black Mirror, not in the way you’d expect. In society, Nida may be reduced to a mad woman telling an insensible story, enduring the same perception people had of her mother. But society doesn’t last long, and she walks off into a kind of nuclear, fiery sunset with a new friend.

The deadline for the sacrifices had been May Day, also known as Workers’ Day or International Workers’ Day to commemorate the struggles and gains made by workers and the labour movement. Nida, representing intersectional identities of the working class (immigrants, women, people of colour), was not listened to or believed, and the world ended because of it. Her weapon of choice had been a hammer, a tool meant for building that was used for destructive but necessary purposes. This could be a reference to the Communist party’s symbol of a hammer and sickle, which represents proletarian solidarity. The meaning of the episode, particularly its ending, captures the significance of the working class and how our world relies on them to function and last. When their efforts are stunted, their sacrifices are in vain, or they are not heard, the world ends.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 days

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New Life's Purpose

Pairing: No Pairing (female!reader)

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a imagine with both of the Winchester with a tribrid (werewolf, witch, vampire) and half angel daughter of any archangel that is over 600 years old look like 25 and study some many careers and is super intelligent and have a lot of money, companies, etc and when the Winchesters find out they are surprised and fascinated?

Summary: You've completed your life's mission. You've lived a luxurious lifestyle. You want something more. You want to do something more with your life. Something like a new life's purpose.

Square Filled: “I’m not saying I’m amazing, but sometimes I’m distinctly above average.” (2021) for @spnquotebingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

All these choices yet you don’t know which one you want. The manager gathered everything he had that fit the description you gave but you’re still having a hard time deciding.

“If I may, ma’am, I think this one would look fantastic on you,” he says and points to the necklace.

“It’s not for me. It’s for a friend.”

The store manager is nervous because this is such a high-end store that the only people who come in to shop must have millions to their name--which you do. More like billions, but that’s neither here nor there.

You tap your fingers on the desk rhythmically as you look at all of the options. People pass by the store on their way to other stores that they can afford but none of them interest you. Not until two men walk by that makes you smile.

“Sam! Dean!” Both men stop and look into the store in confusion. “Over here. Come here.” They look at each other in confusion. “Come here. I need you two.” They step inside, unsure of what is going on. You grab the necklace the store manager pointed to and one that you had your eyes on, and you place both necklaces on Sam and Dean’s neck. “Which one would look better?”

“What the hell is going on?” Dean asks.

“It’s hard to say, ma’am. They both compliment their skin tones.”

“I’ll get both,” you shrug and hand the necklaces back to the manager.

“Of course, ma’am,” the manager grins and takes the necklaces back. He rings up the very expensive necklaces and accepts your cash before handing you the bag with them in it. “Have a pleasant day, ma’am.”

“I intend to. Thank you, Tony.” You grab the bag and leave the store knowing the Winchesters are going to follow you. You hold the bag to Sam who takes it with a confused look. “Hold this for me, please.”

“What is going on?” Sam mutters to his brother.

“Who are you? How do you know us?” Dean asks.

As you’re walking, you look into the windows of various stores, only interested in ones that have the price tags in the thousands.

“You’re Sam and Dean Winchester, born to Mary Campbell and John Winchester. Mary died when Sam was six months old by Azazel and John died by selling his soul for Dean to the same demon. You two grew up on the road with fun Uncle Bobby who later died by a gunshot wound to the head, courtesy of that dick, Dick. I’m sure I missed an angel or two in there somewhere.”

Dean immediately stops you outside the store you’re looking for.

“Okay, lady, who the hell are you? I won’t ask again. How do you know us?”

“My name is Y/N, and I’m the daughter of the archangel, Michael. I’m a tribrid of a werewolf, vampire, and witch along with angelic grace floating around inside of me. I guess that makes me a quad-brid,” you chuckle at your joke. You walk into the store and look around for some new clothes since your old wardrobe is getting pretty boring to style. “Ooh, this would look good on you, Dean. Feel free to get whatever you want. My treat.”

“Why did you find us? What do you want?” Sam asks.

You take a nice shirt and hold it up against Sam, deciding that this would look good on him. You do the same for Dean and let the younger Winchester hold your purchases.

“I’m six hundred years old, rich, and smart. I’m kind of tired of spending all day every day in stores all around the world spending my money aimlessly. I’m not saying I’m amazing, but sometimes I’m distinctly above average.” You pick out a few shirts you like and toss them to Sam who catches them easily. “A life of luxury isn’t all that glamorous. I want to hunt and that’s why you two are here.”

“Okay, why us?” Sam asks, grunting when you toss two pants at him.

“Why not you?” you scoff. “You’re the best of the best or so I’m told. I haven’t been in touch with Heaven for quite some time now, so if things have changed and you’re not the best anymore, I will go elsewhere.”

Dean steps in your way just as you pick two pairs of pants for both brothers. He crosses his arms trying to make himself look bigger than he is.

“Sweetheart, we’re the best of the best.”

You toss the pants to Sam who scrambles to catch them.

“Thought so,” you smirk. You walk to the cash register and pay for everything that’s in Sam’s arms. You take the bags and hold them out to Sam who takes them from you. “So, can I join you?”

“No offense, Y/N, but we don’t even know you. How can we trust you to know what we do?”

“Quiz me if you want but do it while we eat. I’m starving. You two hungry?”

You leave the store and head to the food court where you order three meals and bring them to an empty table. Sam set all the bags on the empty chair just as Dean dug into his meal.

“Dude,” Sam whispers.

“What? I’m not going to turn down a free meal,” he says with his mouth full.

“Okay,” Sam nods, not yet touching his food, “how do you kill a Djinn?”

“A silver knife dipped in lamb’s blood. Or bash its brains in. Both are very effective.”

“Rugarus?”

“Fire.”

“Shapeshifter?”

“Silver.”

“Vampires?”

“Decapitation.”

“Vetala?”

“Silver to the heart and twist.”

“Okay,” Sam nods, “what about a Phoenix?”

“Iron or the Colt.”

“Dragons?”

“Dragon-killing sword.”

“How about a Jefferson Starship?”

At the name, Dean smirks.

“Silver, decapitation, or just ripping their hearts right out of their chests,” you smile. “Did I pass?”

“I’m impressed,” Sam chuckles.

“My turn,” Dean says and swallows his food. “How do you change the sparkplugs in a car?”

“Seriously?”

Both you and Sam give Dean a weird look to which he shrugs and continues eating.

“Okay, Little Miss Quad-brid. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you haven’t fought a day in your life.” You didn’t say anything so he assumes you’re not going to correct him which means he’s right. “How the hell are you supposed to fight a monster?”

You take a bite of your food and stare at Dean in the eyes. Suddenly, every single fluorescent light in the food court explodes and shatters. The only light source is the sun coming from the windows. Two of the food place signs crackle and spark before crumbling to the ground. People scream and run from the place but you continue to eat your food as if nothing happened.

“Like that.”

Sam and Dean are stunned into silence, fascinated by your powers.

“Okay, then why do you want to hunt?” Sam asks.

You sigh and push aside your plate of food.

“I was created for one thing and one thing only. To make new angels. Heaven is dying and Michael wanted new angels to repair the damage Metatron caused when the Angels fell. I did that. I made plenty of new angels and Heaven is now thriving, but I want to do more with my life now that my ‘mission’ is over. I have multiple degrees, mastered skills, and got rich in the six hundred years I’ve been here. I loved the fancy lifestyle before but now I want to try something different. I want to save people and bring meaning back to my life. So, can I hunt with you or not?”

Sam and Dean look at each other and have a silent conversation through their eyes.

“On one condition,” Dean says when they’re done.

“What?”

“Endless supply of alcohol. Like, top-shelf shit.” Sam rolls his eyes and you chuckle. “Oh, and I want spa days.” Dean snaps at his brother before he can say anything. “Shut up.”

“My wealth is yours,” you smile. “Spend it how you’d like.”

“Then you got yourself a deal,” Dean nods.

Maybe this time, you can do something good with your life. Humans are creatures that need to be protected, and this is your way to make sure that happens.

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MY WRESTLEMANIA 40 PREDICTIONS

Wrestlemania 40 starts tonight. Wish I was in the States right now 😭 I had to put in my 2 cents on how the show is going to go down.

This is my opinion and nothing more.

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NIGHT ONE

Rhea Ripley (c) vs. Becky Lynch for the Women's World Title - I think someone else is dethroning Rhea. She’s way too popular right now too.

Gunther (c) vs. Sami Zayn for the WWE Intercontinental Title - same as above. Someone more formidable is dethroning Gunther.

The Judgment Day (Finn Balor and Damian Priest) (c) vs. #DIY (Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa) vs. The Awesome Truth (The Miz and R-Truth) vs. The New Day (Kofi Kingston and Xavier Woods) vs. A-Town Down Under (Austin Theory and Grayson Waller) vs. New Catch Republic (Pete Dunne and Tyler Bate) in a Six-Pack Ladder match for the Undisputed WWE tag Team Titles - apparently the titles are getting split, so there’s that.

Jey Uso vs. Jimmy Uso - Jimmy has essentially been booked as a joke. He needs this win more than Jey does. Jey will be fine, but for some melodramatic reason I see Jey sacrificing himself for his big brother’s sake.

Bianca Belair, Jade Cargill and Naomi vs. Damage CTRL (Dakota Kai, Asuka, and Kairi Sane) - no brainer. WWE are not letting Jade lose her very first match.

Latino World Order (Rey Mysterio and Dragon Lee) vs. Santos Escobar and Dominik Mysterio - Dragon Lee has been replaced by Andrade. The result won’t change because Carlito will turn on Rey for looking him over again.

Roman Reigns and The Rock vs. Cody Rhodes and Seth "Freakin'" Rollins - Why have another standard main event match when Bloodline Rules stipulation has been thrown out there? Also, Rock pins Cody. The storyline has focused much more on them and this heaps more adversity on Cody to win.

NIGHT TWO

Seth Rollins (c) vs. Drew McIntyre for the World Heavyweight Title - Seth’s done all he can do with his reign. Drew has earned a title win in front of fans. The Bloodline may cost Seth. No comment on that guest hypocrite commentator.

Iyo Sky (c) vs. Bayley for the WWE Women's Title - No brainer. Bayley gets her redemption story. Iyo has been good but her title reign has run its course.

Logan Paul (c) vs. Randy Orton vs. Kevin Owens for the WWE United States Title - I honestly couldn’t choose, so I picked KO because I like him the best. The match will be fire though.

LA Knight vs. AJ Styles - I’m not very invested in this match. May the better white man win.

Bobby Lashley, Montez Ford and Angelo Dawkins vs. The Final Testament (Karrion Kross, Akam, and Rezar) in a Philadelphia Street Fight - I’m DEFINITELY not invested in this match. Get Bobby, Montez and Angelo out of this garbage feud, pronto!

Roman Reigns (c) vs. Cody Rhodes for the Undisputed WWE Universal Title - My Tribal Chief has had one of the greatest title reigns and orchestrated one of the most compelling storylines in pro wrestling history. He’s beaten the entire roster. It’s time to move the responsibility of ‘Face of the WWE’ to someone else. I like Cody. Wrestling with a torn pec for 30 mins earned my respect. I think he will do a great job of carrying the company and the matchups will be fresh. It will be Bloodline Rules to make way for all the overbooking that’s going to take place in this match. The Rock will turn on Roman to cost him the title and kick-start their feud for WM41.

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Thoughts? Am I thinking too much into all of this, lol. Mania is going to be awesome!

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Don't Speak, Part 21

Pairing(s): dark!Sam x f!Reader, implied dark!Dean x f!Reader, mentions of Adam x f!Reader, dark!Dean x Claire

Characters: dark!Sam, dark!Dean, pregnant!Reader Claire, Bobby, Ellen

Warnings: dark!Winchesters, Trauma Bonding/Stockholm Syndrome, **Non-graphic descriptions of Non-Con/Rape, **Dub-Con, Violence, Non graphic descriptions of childbirth, Manipulation, Angst, **past miscarriage, Pregnancy

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Part 20

May

You don’t remember most of what happened after Dean confronted you and Adam. Bits and pieces shine through your memory on occasion but whatever he’d done to you–to Adam–is gone, and if you’re honest with yourself, you’re grateful. You don’t want to remember the awful things that Dean had almost certainly done to him. Your previously damaged wrist is wrapped again, your jaw is sore and your throat feels raw. You aren’t sure you could open your mouth to speak or eat, even if you wanted to.

You bring your hand to your face to feel the damage done, and from what you can detect, you’re swollen and there is at least one cut on your cheek. Groaning, you sit up, the pain briefly replaced by relief when a small kick comes from your belly.

The baby is okay, you sigh. It shouldn’t surprise you that Dean managed not to do any harm to your baby; producing an heir for the brothers has always been the goal since they took you a year ago. But whenever you think they’ve hit new lows to their depravity and ruthlessness, you or Claire learn that they have no boundaries.

As you rise from the bed, your ankle aches, no doubt also injured from Dean’s attack. You push through, needing the movement after being bed-bound, and make your way to the dressing table to grab a mirror and inspect yourself. Your reflection startles you. Bruises litter your body, two distinct handprints marring your neck, and a gash that has been crudely stitched. You wonder who had tended to your injuries. Adam, for all you knew, was dead. If Dean hadn’t killed him, surely Sam would have; he had touched what’s theirs, and the Winchesters are nothing if not possessive of you and Claire.

“You’re up,” Sam’s voice fills the emptiness of the room causing you to drop the mirror, and you watch as it cracks on the ground. Your heart pounds in your chest as he strides towards you, closing the space in less than half a dozen steps. His hand cups your face gently, his thumb grazing the healing cut on your cheek, and though you try to contain yourself, you let out a small gasp of pain and his face softens.

“I was starting to worry, princess,” he says warmly, a look of concern just barely touching his hazel eyes.

“I’m sorry, Sammy,” you murmur, a feeling of guilt deepening in your stomach. Sam wraps his arms around you.

“You understand why Dean had to punish you, don’t you, Y/N?” Sam asks, waiting for you to nod in agreement. “Do you know how much it hurt, princess, that you were hiding this–” his hand cradles your stomach “–from me?”

“Sammy, I’m–” you can’t finish your apology, sobs leaving your body instead. You’d hurt him; you’d hidden your pregnancy for months, and now he’s upset with you. “I was scared– I thought if I waited until…”

“To find out from Dean? From Claire? Why didn’t you trust me, Y/N? I stood by your side when you miscarried, didn’t I? I gave you space to heal, I was gentle with you afterwards, wasn’t I?” Sam demands, his expression hardening, sympathy slipping away.

You nod, feeling ashamed for lying to Sam. He was gentle, understanding even; he didn’t have to obey John’s orders to stay away, but he did. Even after having to teach you a lesson when he found out about you and Claire, he was practically apologetic. He told you he loved you, and you repaid him by breaking the promise that you’d never do anything like that again. If there is one thing you were still learning about Sam, it’s that he doesn’t tolerate dishonesty.

“I told you it wasn’t your fault– that I didn’t blame you for what happened and you betrayed me, you kept secrets from me.” Sam gazes down at you pointedly, as if he’s waiting for you to make another confession. Your stomach knots violently: are you supposed to admit that his father had ordered you to carry on an affair with Adam in order to conceive an heir? What does he know already? Your heart thumps harder. What had Dean told him; does he know that Adam is John’s bastard; does he care? “Anything you’d like to tell me, Y/N?”

“I’ve been– Adam and I– John–” You don’t know where to start. Your relationship with Adam was nothing at first, you were obeying your husband’s father. Sam needed an heir, biological or not. “John told me to– that I had to with Adam,” you mumble, preparing yourself for Sam’s reaction. “Before he died, he said I needed to be pregnant when you returned from your trip. I didn’t– I didn’t want to, Sam, but you weren’t–”

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?” He accuses sharply, and you can’t stop yourself from recoiling from him out of instinct. “You fucked that piece of trash Milligan, and I’m to blame? Or is it that I married a whore who can’t keep her legs closed? Which one is it, Y/N?”

Tears fall silently down your cheeks, “I’m sorry, Sam, it won’t happen ever again. I only love you– I only want to be with you,” you half-lie. You’d learned to love him before, you could learn again. “I’m yours.”

“Good,” he sneers. “And let me tell you what will happen if you decide to deceive me again.” His eyes darken. “I won’t step in like I did this time. Do you want to know what Dean was doing to you when I found you?”

You hesitate to answer, thinking briefly that you could fill gaps in, but the bruises on your body told all the story you needed to know. You shake your head, diverting your eyes to the floor.

“Dad isn’t here to protect you any more, princess,” Sam grabs you by the chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “Right now, the only thing stopping me from throwing you out onto the streets like the whore that you are, is that I need an heir to get what’s rightfully mine.” He jabs a finger roughly at your stomach, and Mr. Finch’s words echo in your ears. “No one is to step foot in this room, unless they are with me, until I say otherwise, understood? That includes Dean.”

“But what if–”

You hear the sound of Sam’s hand cracking against your face before you feel it. “I said, no one,” he reiterates, roughly pushing you back onto the bed, and running his hand up beneath your nightdress. “Open,” he commands, giving each of your thighs a slap. You do as you’re told, bracing yourself against the bed, hoping that this will prove your loyalty to him.

July

Weeks turn into months of being kept under lock and key. Sam is true to his word, you don’t see anyone: not Dean, Claire, Ellen, or Bobby. Sam is the one bringing you meals, books from the library when you request them, and when he’s in a particularly good mood, he accompanies you on walks around the east wing of the Manor. You spend your days staring out the window, envious of the fresh air that Claire and the few remaining servants can take advantage of.

You’re starting to grow restless. You crave interaction with someone other than Sam. Once or twice a week, muffled arguing seeps into your room from the hidden passageway that Sam and Dean still use to visit each other, but you can never quite make out what is being said. Whatever they were arguing about, it seems like Sam always won.

The only person besides himself that Sam allows into your room is the midwife, Dorothy, who visits two weeks after Dean's attack on you and Adam. She inspects your body with a raised brow, the gash on your cheek is mostly healed, and a scar has taken its place; the bruises have faded, and your ankle no longer aches, but you fear your wrist will never be quite right again. She declares you healthy in regards to your pregnancy before noting the paleness of your skin, and you silently rejoice when she recommends that you be allowed more time outdoors, to take in the air. She concludes that you and Sam should expect a delivery by the middle of September, giving you only two months left to prepare for the baby’s arrival.

Sam takes Dorothy’s recommendations seriously and tells you that night that you’ll be allowed to walk the grounds, though he will of course be accompanying you. You take your walks late in the morning, and it becomes a part of your new routine. The fresh air does you a world of good, making the isolation that Sam has you in almost bearable. Some days, you sit under the large oak, wondering if this is what the rest of your life will be like at Winchester Manor–only ever allowed to see your husband, and not his brother or your sister-in-law ever again. You want to ask Sam to allow Claire to join you as she used to, but the mention of anyone else being around you causes Sam to lose his temper. Something has him paranoid. When a gardener gets too close to the two of you one day, Sam launches into a tirade about you being taken away from him. He grabs your arm roughly, guiding you back to your room and slamming the door before moving a dresser in front of it to block anyone from entering via the main hallway.

He paces the length of your room, muttering under his breath about blood curses and demons, uncleanliness and a sacrifice that has to be made. You’re frightened, but still you reach out in an attempt to calm him. He lashes out, his eyes darkening, and he shoves you back onto the bed before pushing up your skirt with one hand and freeing himself with his other. Your instincts to fight back–which you had long ago learned to suppress–desperately try to resurface, but you know it won’t do you any good. You brace yourself as Sam pushes in, stifling a cry as he mutters ‘mine’ over and over again, in time with his thrusts. Once he’s finished with you, he tucks himself away before disappearing out of the room through the secret passage, not returning until the next morning.

His demeanor is different–the madness that was behind his eyes is no longer there–but he informs you that for the time being you will no longer be permitted onto the grounds. You want to argue that Dorothy explicitly said you needed the fresh air and sunlight, but after the incident yesterday, it’s clear that Sam’s mind is in a fragile state, and you can’t risk your or your baby’s life. You spend another week in isolation, reading and carefully observing Sam. Bouts of madness seem to slip through the cracks more and more now that you’re looking for them, and you wonder if whatever once afflicted his mother is now coursing his veins also.

That night, pained screams replace the usual silence of the Manor. Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach, and you hope Claire isn’t being punished for something at such a late stage of her pregnancy. Sam, unsurprisingly, is unfazed, but allows you to cozy up against him as the screams become more frequent.

“Sam!” Dean bursts through the secret passage and is striding towards the bed before you even register that he’s in the room. “It’s time.”

“And?”

“We made a deal. It’s time,” Dean insists stoically.

Sam rolls his eyes before exiting the bed, gesturing for you to join him. “Go with Dean,” he commands as Dean pushes against the wall, revealing the dusty passageway. Sam disappears out of the room as Dean grabs your hand to pull you into the dimly lit corridor.

In what feels like a matter of only seconds, you are in Dean’s room. Claire is panting in the middle of the bed, clutching at her belly and pulling on her nightdress in plain distress. As you move closer you notice a large wet spot underneath her. Dean orders you to sit in a chair beside the bed as he paces the room impatiently. You grab Claire’s hand, unsure of what else to do, and give it a tight squeeze. Claire gives you a pained smile in return. You want to give her assurance, tell her everything is going to be okay, but your words stick in your throat.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Claire mumbles under her breath, glancing briefly at Dean, and for a moment things seem to calm. “I thought– If I’d known, I wouldn’t’ve–”

“I know,” you tell her. She isn’t a malicious person, and as easy as it would be to hate her for what she unknowingly set in motion, it wouldn’t do anyone any good. “It’s okay, Claire.”

“What’s taking so long?!” Dean grunts as Claire’s breathing picks up again and another wave of contractions hit.

Sam’s been gone at least an hour. At first, you assumed he was going to wake Bobby to send a carriage to retrieve Dorothy, or send for Ellen to help. She may not have medical training but she’d gone through birth before and helped you through the aftermath of your miscarriage. You had some knowledge yourself–only a week prior a book titled The Wife’s Handbook arrived, which you immediately consumed, wanting to know everything in case of this very circumstance. During your previous pregnancy, you were able to go to Claire or Ellen with any questions, but this book gave you guidance on things you wouldn’t think to ask. Though, you’d figured it would be you, and not Claire who needed help when giving birth, worrying that Sam wouldn’t allow anyone in to see you when your time came, if his mind kept deteriorating at the pace it seems to have been lately.

“Not much longer,” Claire grunts, tears filling her eyes. You nodded in agreement; her contractions are only a few minutes apart, now. “He promised, Dean.”

“I know!” Dean focuses back on the two of you, anger bright in his green eyes. “Stay here, Y/N.” As soon as he’s out the door, Claire lets out a blood curdling scream.

You lift her soiled dress to find a head, covered in dark blonde hair, delivered. Before you can tell her to push again she’s already doing so, and you watch in awe as the baby leaves her body. You flip the baby over, rubbing her chest, and waiting for her to cry. It takes a moment, but loud, high pitched cries issue from the tiny girl’s body, and relief washes over you.

Claire reaches out for the little girl and you hand her over gingerly, holding back your own tears as Claire brings the baby to her chest. You rub your hand against your belly, knowing that in only a few months, you’ll have your own baby in your arms.

“Ameila,” Claire whispers against the baby’s head. “I can’t believe you’re finally here. I love you so much, baby girl.”

You leave Claire alone briefly, entering the connected bathroom, and grab as many towels as you can. When you return, Claire has shifted baby Amelia to her breast, softly cooing at her. You drape a plush towel over the baby, lay two under Claire, and set the rest to the side.

When Dean returns, he has Sam in tow, and there is a heavy clanging echoing behind them. Your eyes stay fixated on Dean as he approaches the bed, warmth filling his face as his gaze falls on the baby in Claire’s arms. She hands the now sleeping Amelia over to Dean and his body stiffens slightly, as if he’s afraid he might hurt the newborn. You move away from the couple, allowing the new family a moment alone. For now, there isn’t any more that you can do for Claire, she needs a midwife or doctor to assess any damage done.

Sam doesn’t enter the room much further than stepping over the threshold, and you decide to join him. Once you’re next to him, you notice that there’s a large chain in his hand leading outside of the room. Claire lets out a hiss of discomfort, and there’s a nod between the brothers after a stern look from Dean. Sam pulls roughly on the thick chain and a hoarse grunt comes from the hall. He jerks the chain again. This time, the sound of footsteps accompany another, more submissive grunt. Dirty and bruised hands reach out on either side of the doorframe, using it for leverage as a figure steps out of the darkness and into the room.

Adam.

Part 22

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WIP Wednesday 📝

Tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 & @thewolvesof1998

All the love for my last snippet from my Fantasy AU got the writing beans going and I got 2K written for it today ☺️.

A lot of you were so curious what happened to Bobby, so here is a snippet that explains things a bit. It’s set before the prev snippet I shared. I wrote this on the notes app of my phone and it’s a rough first draft so hopefully it reads well and makes sense. I really really wanted to share the whole 2K I wrote today because this girl loves validation, but I restrained myself so enjoy this long snippet instead xx

A pained groan from their right has Eddie shooting up quickly and moving towards-

“Bobby!” Buck is scrambling to his feet, feeling a bit like a newborn baby deer on wobbly legs as he closes the distance between them. He falls to his knees besides Eddie, who is helping Bobby sit up against a large rock. The arrow sticking out of Bobby’s side is surrounded by a sea of red that has spread across Bobby’s shirt. Eddie rips the fabric of the shirt open to reveal the entry wound, the smell of blood flooding Buck’s nose causing bile to rise in his throat that he quickly swallows back down.

“Shit.” Eddie hisses as he inspects the wound carefully.

Bobby winces in pain. “Eddie, you need to go.” His voice comes out strained, breaths sounding heavy with exertion and Buck is fucking terrified. He can’t lose Bobby. He can’t he can’t he can’t.

Eddie stills his hands, lifting his head to meet Bobby’s eyes. “Bobby- ”

“More are coming and you can’t fight them off alone.”

“I can fight.” Buck says with determination. Bobby made sure Buck was skilled in combat, and now Buck understands why. The soldiers hunting them aren’t going to stop if they best him. No, they’ll go for the killing blow. They’re battle hungry and fighting for a cause that they truly believe in, and that’s what makes them so dangerous, not the weapons or magic they’re wielding, though that certainly doesn’t help. Buck won’t deny that he’s scared, but he will not stand back and do nothing. “Bobby, I can fight. Let me protect you.” He pleads, blinking away the tears that have been building in his eyes. They trickle down his face, feeling warm and heavy with with grief.

Bobby smiles sadly at him, Eddie getting to his feet and stepping back to give them some space. “I know you can, Buck.” His hand lands on Buck’s neck, thumb a comforting weight on the hinge of his jaw. “But there’s fifteen more armed soldiers coming and the two of you can’t fight that many, not with so much at risk.” He looks pointedly at Buck now and Buck wants to scream and yell at whatever deity dealt him these cards. He closes his eyes against the fresh onslaught of tears. “You need to go. Eddie will protect you and keep you safe.”

Buck shakes his head vehemently. “No, no I’m not leaving you.” He won’t leave Bobby here to die alone, he’ll die with him if it comes down to it. Bobby saved Buck all those years ago, has been saving him every day of his life just by existing and loving him, now it’s Buck’s turn to return the favour. He opens his eyes and meets Bobby’s with a new sense of determination. He is not leaving him.

Bobby looks over Buck’s shoulder and gives a small nod of his head before strong arms are wrapping around Buck and pulling him away.

“No! I’m not leaving you!” Buck fights against Eddie’s arms, thrashing and kicking out, desperately trying to get back to Bobby. He is not leaving him. “Bobby! Don’t do this! Dad!”

“May Elrus guide your soul, Robert Nash.” Eddie says, Buck feeling the vibrations from his voice along his back before Eddie tightens his arms around Buck and then the ground beneath his feet is gone, air whipping around them as they shoot into the sky.

Buck yells, clutching onto Eddie’s arms, stomach swooping like he’s on the drop of a rollercoaster. A strong gust of wind blows and sends them soaring through the air, the shape of Bobby growing smaller and smaller until Buck can no longer see him through the haze of tears freely falling from his eyes.

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buddieswhvre · 7 days

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Requested by @buddiesmutslut here's number 9 the lawyer Eddie and innocent Buck fic! I tried my best to make things clear but still keep the air of suspense lol. Also, yes Buck is going through it right now.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, the hands of the clock continued moving but Buck was frozen still. This was a warning, this should be a warning, right? He may act as if he wasn't scared but in reality, he was losing his goddamn mind. Coming home to his place being absolutely trashed was a big wake-up call. He needs to stop this. Yes, his loft wasn't his home, never was, but still, it was a place that gave him shelter for so long, and seeing it like this was painful.

There was a time when he was his own person, and had no one who could suffer the consequences of his actions but now it was different. He had Bobby, Chimney, Hen, and Eddie, oh my god Eddie.

It was as if Eddie had some special power when it came to Buck and suddenly his loft opened to reveal Eddie.

“Hey so Bobby was doing some research and I think-”

“I'm withdrawing the case.” Eddie looked at him as if Buck had lost his mind but in reality, today was the first time ever since this all started that he was really thinking.

“What are you talking about and why are you cleaning the loft?” Buck needed the previous Eddie who didn't care about him so much. He needed him to ask less questions and do what he was asked to.

“Because it doesn't matter. It's not like I can practice after this so why even bother?” Some time ago they were standing at the exact place where Buck screamed about how important his job was to him and how he needed Eddie to trust him and today at the same place he's asking, no begging Eddie to leave him alone.

“Buck-”

“No Eddie, maybe I deserved it. I mean it was my fault, right? I took an oath to save people and I couldn't so maybe I do deserve it. Or what do you know, maybe I did kill him? Maybe-”

“Buck! If there's one thing I know about you is that you'd never hurt anyone on purpose-”

“What do you even know about me? Nothing. I just want you-” Buck needed Eddie to just go away. If Eddie said anything else Buck would completely break down and tell him everything that happened. And that's what Buck didn't want. He didn't want Eddie to put himself and in turn Chris in more danger because of Buck.

“I know how you act like you like dark coffee when your favorite is oat milk vanilla frappuccino. I know how you feel bad for killing a moth, a literal moth because it did nothing wrong. I know how you give your whole heart for someone without anything in return because that's how selfless you are, Buck. So yeah, I know you. I know you to the core and that's how I know that something is wrong.” One side of Buck wanted to cry in front of Eddie after everything he just said. There was finally someone who saw his whole existence and still thought he was worthy of something and yet he couldn't.

Christopher, the absolute treasure of his life would be in danger and Buck would literally walk through fire alone if it kept Chris safe. And if the fire was Eddie's disappointment and hurt, then so be it.

“Eddie, I want to withdraw the case”

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