#chim: oh they’ll be back soon cap

[homerforsure]

For the prompt meme: 30 for angst and 36 for fluff? ☺️

Oh. Performing CPR you say? Well, why not?

(For the record I also recently thought of something for the fluffy one too so I’ll get to that soon)

03:17

Long after the ER team vanishes through the doors with Buck, Eddie is still counting. One, two, three, four. Thirty compressions, two breaths. Five, Six, Seven. One hundred beats per minute. Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven. No time for breaths; just keep the heart pumping. Twelve, Thirteen. The count continues in his head without ceasing as though Eddie is still keeping Buck alive, still beating his heart for him, with nothing but his unbroken focus. He wraps an arm around Chimney’s shoulders and the count goes on. Fourteen. Bobby pulls Eddie into his side. Fifteen. Eddie can’t lose the count. He knows, “A ten second break to breathe can halt the momentum and cost you everything so don’t breathe.” Don’t break.

Sixteen.

Seventeen.

His own breaths start to match the fevered pace of his count and a grey, creeping fog moves into the emergency room. For half a second, Eddie considers falling into it, letting it swallow him whole so he can dive into that shadow world and drag Buck back out. Then Bobby squeezes him tight and Hen’s breath hitches and Chimney shudders beside him. Eddie snaps back to full, terrible consciousness, but he doesn’t stop counting.

“I got- I gotta call Maddie,” Chimney says. He reaches a trembling hand up to wipe the rain off his face. “I got- fuck.”

“No,” Bobby answers. “We’ll follow protocol.”

Pulling out of Eddie’s grasp, Chimney shakes his head, “No. No way. I’m not letting some stranger-”

“Chim-”

“Show up at my house and tell Maddie that her brother’s-! She needs to hear it from someone she knows.”

Bobby takes a step toward him, releasing Hen and Eddie, who drift toward each other automatically. Holding up his hands and straining to keep his voice level and calm, he says, “Chim, if you call her, she’ll get in the car. You don’t want that.”

“Then, I’ll go get her. Give me the keys.”

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The keys are still in the ignition of the ambulance that is still running and still blocking the emergency entrance. The front doors might still be hanging open for all Eddie remembers of the past few minutes.

“You’re not driving either. None of you are,” Bobby says, glancing briefly at Eddie as if he can sense that he’s about to volunteer. The count in his head has slowed with his breaths, but Eddie needs to do something. There has to be something. Something more. “We’ll find the hospital liaison. They’ll send a notification officer.”

“She doesn’t need a notification officer; she needs me!”

Other visitors and staff look up as Chimney’s voice rises above the noise of the emergency room. Hen closes her eyes and lets quiet tears slide down her cheeks. Bobby looks a hundred years old in the flickering fluorescent light, but he doesn’t flinch. He steps forward and wraps Chimney tight in his arms.

“We’ll send a notification officer,” Eddie hears him say. “They can drive her here. They’ll make sure she’s safe. They’ll make sure your daughter is safe. And you’ll be right here to take care of both of them.”

Slowly Chimney’s arms come around Bobby and cling tight to his coat. The sound of his sob has Eddie looking up to the ceiling, blinking hard and barely holding back his own pitiful lamentation.

“I sent him up the ladder, Cap. I broke his damn ribs.”

“You kept him alive, Chim. You gave him a chance.”

One, Two, Three. The count stutters and starts over, but Eddie catches it again and keeps going. Ignores the way that Bobby doesn’t say “You saved him.” Ignores the way it isn’t true. Not really. Not yet. His fingers–are they shaking?--his fingers are never going to forget Buck’s damp and freezing skin beneath them. That unnatural stillness. The absence of that strong and steady pulse that’s been keeping Eddie on rhythm for years now. Without it he’s stumbling, spiraling, falling out of time. Nine, Ten, Eleven.

“Okay. Let’s call them then,” Chimney says, pushing himself away from Bobby with a stuttering exhale.

He strides off towards the desk and Bobby looks back at Eddie and Hen before he catches up to lead. Eddie almost doesn’t notice the way Bobby’s eyes slide from his face and linger meaningfully on Hen’s until she takes a step toward Eddie and rests her hand on his arm.

“We’ll be here,” she says.

Eddie covers her hand with his and each pat he gives it is another pulse he counts in his head. They lean together, both of them clinging so tightly to the shreds of their own hope that they don’t have any left to offer the other, but scraping together enough strength between the two of them to keep from falling down.

Twenty-eight, Twenty-nine, Thirty. Breathe for two. Breathe. For two.

Breathe for me, Buck, Eddie prays. He skips God and directs his plea to the one person who always answers.

One. Two.

Two nurses in blue scrubs round the corner, pushing a gurney towards them. Eddie moves out of their way before he realizes it’s their gurney and that the nurses are returning it to them. The top sheet is gone and the mattress is soaked from the rain, water still dripping from the rails down to the floor.

“One-eighteen?”

“Yeah,” Hen clears her throat on the word. “That’s us.”

“Here you go.”

They turn as soon as Hen’s hand touches the gurney; their duty fulfilled; the chain of custody reaching its final link.

“Wait,” Eddie says, his voice thick and rough. “Is…”

He swallows, unable to even think his way to the end of the question. The only word on his tongue is Buck. He can’t even figure out how to form another.

Their faces bend in matching expressions of pity and one of them shakes her head as she says, “We don’t know anything. I’m sorry. I’m sure they’ll send someone as soon as they can.”

“Thank you,” Hen says.

Dismissed, they quickly scoot away again before Eddie can gather any more of his wild and overflowing fear into a coherent question. The count starts over and he thinks that he would know- He thinks he’d be able to feel it if- But Eddie doesn’t know how it could possibly feel any more than this. He’s empty. Bereft. His heart is somewhere deep inside this hospital and he can’t be sure that it’s still beating.

Hen touches his arm again and says, “We should get this out of the way. They’ll need us to move the ambulance.”

Right. Because their emergency isn’t the only one happening tonight.

Eddie nods and they walk together, pushing the gurney toward the open back of the ambulance. The driver’s side door is closed, but the passenger side is open and Hen walks over to close it while Eddie lifts the AED off the mattress. It’s easy. Rote. Twelve. Thirteen. The single-use cardiac pads are already gone along with their wiring. He just needs to put the device back in position and make sure the new package of pads is ready for next time.

As he tilts the box, it lights up and a mechanical voice says, “Check electrode pads. Plug in cable.” In their haste to care for Buck no one bothered to turn off the AED.

He’s just about to power it down when the screen changes. A sinus rhythm spikes in sharp green lines and the text below urges, “CHECK RESPONSIVENESS.” Above are numbers in easy to read green:

Shocks: 01 03:17

Three minutes and seventeen seconds. The timer must have stopped after the shock, the medical team pulling the history from the device as they rushed Buck down the hall. Three minutes and seventeen seconds from Buck landing on the gurney and Eddie feeling the flutter of his pulse under his hands. He doesn’t know how much time passed before that. How much the wind and the rain and thirty pounds of gear slowed him down on his frantic climb. He’ll probably never know.

He’s still staring at that jagged green line that’s barely life when Hen comes back around the truck and he can’t bring himself to stop once she joins him.

“What’s wrong with it?” she asks and Eddie barks out a laugh.

What’s wrong with it is that it was just attached to Buck. That it’s showing, now, exactly how close he came. How close he is to-

Tilting it toward her he says, “Three minutes, seventeen seconds.”

A long breath leaves Hen’s lungs, leaving her deflated. “Oh,” she says.

“Three minutes. Seventeen seconds. He was-”

“I know.”

“Three minutes.”

Gently, Hen takes the AED from Eddie’s hand and sets it back down on the gurney. Then she wraps her arms around him and squeezes tight. “I know,” she says. “I know.”

The rock there at the edge of the glass doors, while rain continues to fall beyond them and thunder rumbles in the distance. Eddie’s pulse pounds in his ears. And he keeps count.

#911 fic #911 fanfic #allison writes #I’ll fix this and put it on AO3 properly tomorrow I think #posted on my phone so please ignore what tumblr did to my formatting

[littlespoonevan]

Ciara! Please, if you feel like....I'd love to hear about what your galaxy brain might think about buck defining Eddie his best friend in 3x03 and not anymore after, and Eddie never defining their relationship apart from partners, working together.

Love you.

alksdjf i can certainly try!!! 

i think it’s fascinating that as buck and eddie have grown closer, what they are to each other has just gotten murkier and murkier. take the, “You said it, brother,” line from 2x10 - it legitimately sounds preposterous now to hear buck say that because the notion of them being “brothers” is so far removed from how they see each other

(and it’s funny because they could’ve gone down that ‘brothers in arms’ route very easily by altering some of the dialogue in s3/s4 scenes just slightly to allow them to acknowledge the relationship in that way)

buck’s line in 3x03 is...accurate and probably appropriate for how they see each other at that point. they are best friends - now and back then - and there’s no denying that. but this definition almost feels too small when you get to the end of the episode and “there’s no one in this world that i trust with my son more than you” and, as we all know, that episode/arc is huge in term’s of their trajectory and setting up their development for the rest of the season (and the seasons that come after it)

because, truthfully, the unspoken element of buck and eddie’s relationship has just gotten louder and louder since 3x03. the more intertwined in each other’s lives they’ve become the less any of this is actually discussed. we know they hang out a lot, we know buck is close to christopher, we know they’re partners at work, we know the other characters see them as a pair (’maddie invites buck, buck invites eddie...’) but they never say any of this with actual words!!!!!

in 3x15 we don’t get “cap, that’s my best friend down there. i should be the one to go down.” instead we get, “cap, i should be the one to go down.” “why, so we can have two cut lines?”

in 4x14 we don’t get “you’re my best friend. i trust you, chris trusts you. so i want you to be the one to take care of him if the worst happens.” instead we get, “no one will ever fight for my son as hard as you. that’s what i want for him.”

and it’s just- such a contrast to hen and chim’s dynamic where they so freely and openly talk about how much they mean to each other and so easily call each other ‘best friend’. i genuinely think buck and eddie don’t have the words to define their relationship at this point because how could they???

what could they even call it??? 

i wrote about it before in relation to the buck-eddie-chris dynamic but tbh i don’t think they’ll be able to define it until they’re both willing to legit take a microscope to their feelings and examine exactly in what way they matter to each other and how deeply that runs

tl;dr an italicised oh moment would be very much appreciated any time soon!!!!

#trickster archangel #asks #911 related

[madddddy]

From The Ground Up:

Buck POV:

I don't know what to do. I already apologized to the 118, especially Cap, but they still treat me like shit. It's been 8 months since the lawsuit and I haven't gone out on a call once. I know if I told Maddie or my parents, they would tell me to "go home". I'm starting to think that may be the best thing for me. At least my family knows I'm not on blood thinners anymore. Sitting at home, nursing a beer, I made my decision. I'm going home.

The next day I call up the fire chief and ask if I can get an appointment for that day. They are thankfully able to get me in at 1. I glance at the clock seeing that it's 10am. I text Maddie to have her come over. She lets herself in with her key and I get up to hug her.

"Hey Mads"

"Hey Evan. So why did you want to talk to me?"

"I think I'm going to go home. Its been 8 months and I haven't been out on a call once. I have an appointment with the chief at 1 today. I don't want this to affect your relationship with Chim. He has actually been one of the only ones who has talked to me. Him and Hen have been friends, but Cap and Eddie. They just glare or say things to my face that I just can't take anymore. I'm gonna surprise dad, but I'll call Kelly, Matt, and Boden to let them know. I'll miss you but you know where I'll be."

I look at Maddie to see her with tears in her eyes but she looks understanding. She nods and says,

"I understand Evan. You need a "new" start. I will miss you but I'm glad Chim and Hen have been there for you. I'll help you pack once you get back from the chief since I have today off. I can call Hen and Chim to see if they'll help too, but they probably will anyway."

I nod and get up. She stands up and we hug for what seems like hours, but its only 5 minutes. When we separate, she takes my hand into hers and drags me towards the door.

"Mads what are you doing?" I ask amused.

"We are going out to get breakfast at our favorite diner, then we are picking up Chim and Hen, then coming back here so you can type up your resignation and us three can start packing as you go talk to the chief. After your meeting, you will call Kelly, Matt, and Boden like you said"

I just nod and get my shoes on. We get out to the car and decide on driving my Jeep. Maggie's diner is about 10 minutes away from my loft, so it doesn't take long to get there. The hostess sees us and smiles since we are regulars here and she shows us to "our table". Patti, our favorite waitress comes to our table and smiles when she sees us.

"Well look what the cat dragged in! The Buckley siblings! Y'all want your regular?"

We both nod and Patti winks at us and walks away. Maddie looks at me pointedly so I take that as a point to start thinking of what I should say in my resignation. As if reading my mind, she pulls out a pad of paper and pencil. I start writing and once I do I just keep writing and I don't even realize our food is here until it gets set in front of me. We eat, pay and then head out. Maddie calls Chim and Hen and they agree to head over to the loft, even if they are a bit confused.

"Hey buckaroo!" Hen greets when I open the door for her and Chim. I hug them both and let them in. They already know most about what is going on at the firehouse, so they aren't super surprised when I say I am leaving. I tell them I'm planning on going home to Chicago, as soon as possible. Maddie looks at the time and tells me to get going so I'm not late to the meeting, and that them three will get packing. I thank them and head out.

45 minutes later I'm walking into the fire chief's office.

"Firefighter Buckley" Chief Torres greets and I shake his hand.

"Thank you for seeing me today Chief Torres. I am here because I would like to transfer stations. Specifically to firehouse 51 in Chicago. As for why, things at the 118 have not been good. Captain Nash and Firefighter Diaz have been holding personal vendettas against me because of my lawsuit from 8 months ago. Firefighters Han and Wilson have been the only ones from the firehouse treating me like a human. They don't participate in the jibes towards me and they still talk to me. They don't deserve to be punished, but Nash and Diaz should be. They shouldn't be fired, but maybe suspended. But I will leave that up to you. I came from Chicago and I started at the 51. I made a family there and I would love to return to it."

The chief sits there for a few before nodding and pulling out transfer papers. He signs them and then stands up.

"I hate to lose a good firefighter, but I feel after what you said, I will be looking into Nash and Diaz. Have a good life in Chicago Buckley."

I stand up and shake his hand. I take the papers and walk out to my Jeep. I call Maddie to let her know I'm on my way back. When I get back to my place, I'm surprised at how much they had gotten packed up, but then again, I didn't have much. We call a moving company and book them for the next day. Next I call the men that have become my older brothers in all but blood, Matt Casey and Kelly Severide.

*Ring ring ring*

Matt: "Hey Ev! What's up?"

Buck: "Hey Matty, can you grab Kel and see if Boden is free? If he isn't just go somewhere private. I need to talk to you all."

Matt: "Sure. Is everything alright?"

Buck: "Yeah nothing bad. Just got something to talk to you about."

Matt: "Okay Ev, I have all of us in Boden's office with the door shut."

Buck: "Okay. So I just want to say this all at once so please don't interrupt me and ask questions at the end. Things here have not been good since the lawsuit. Chim and Hen have been good but Diaz and Nash have been cold and distancing me. I am hoping that I can be transfered back home. I have the papers ready, just need a spot. And before you ask, yes Maddie is okay with it. And no I haven't talked to dad, I wanna surprise both my parents. So what do you say Boden, you want another Herrmann on your team?"

Boden: "Okay Buck, I think we can make room here at 51 for you. I told you when you left there would always be a spot for you and I meant it. I would love for you to come back here. What do you think boys?"

Kelly: "Well Cub, I wish you came to us about the 2, I understand why you didn't. I want you to come home too and Matt here is agreeing with me. You want us to pick you up from the airport when you land?"

Buck: "That would be great. Can I stay with you guys? Until I find a place? That or I'll stay with my parents. I should be out there tomorrow late afternoon. I'll text you to let you know for sure"

Matt: "Sounds good Buck. Can't wait to see you. And don't worry, we won't tell your dad."

Buck: "Okay I'll see you guys tomorrow. Love you!"

All three: "Love you!"

*Click*

I want back into the living room where the three are sitting.

"Hey Mads, Chim, Hen. Boden told me I have a spot there and Matty and Kel said they'll pick me up from the airport. You said you booked one right?"

She nods, "yeah I did Evan. I'm glad Matt and Kelly will pick you up. I like that you are surprising mom and dad. Are you gonna stay there or with the boys?"

"I'm not sure yet. The boys said I can stay with them but if mom and dad want me to stay with them, I will"

"Not to interrupt this, but who are Boden, Kelly, and Matt?" Hen asks.

"Oh right! I forgot you guys don't know our friends and family from Chicago! So I was adopted after Evan wasn't able to save our older brother with a bone marrow transplant. He got adopted by Christopher and Cindy Herrmann in Chicago. He grew up there, became a firefighter like our dad and his godfather Mouch. He moved here and worked at the 118, as you know. When I moved here and started dating you Chim, I was able to reconnect with him, since I recognized his birthmark. We talked and cried. I told him how I was disowned by our birth parents because I am bi and he introduced me to our parents. They immediately unofficially adopted me into their family and so I call them mom and dad. Kelly and Matt are other firefighters at 51 and they all went to the academy together and became like brothers. Kelly and Matt are married." Maddie explained. I'm nodding along.

"Yep. Mom and dad treat Maddie like their own and I want to go home to Chicago because personally, it's toxic here for me. You guys are great and I love you but Eddie and Bobby are the worst right now. I know you stand up for me and I appreciate it a lot but I just need my original family. I'll keep in touch of course and I'll miss you but you are always willing to visit me in Chicago." I added on.

Chim and Hen nodded and got up to give me a hug.

The next hours fly by and the next thing I know, I'm landing in O'Hare airport. I see the men who are like my older brothers and run to give them each a hug.

"Hey Ev! How have you been?"

"I've been better but I'm do happy to be here." It's slightly muffled because I'm in the middle of hugging them. I pull back the they see my tears on my face and each wipe them off my face. I smile at them softly and they smile back.

"Hey Cub." Kelly says softly.

"Hi" I reply just as softly.

"Let's get out of here eh?" Matt asks.

I just nod and they each flank one of my sides whole carrying my duffle. The rest of my stuff is in the moving truck. We walk out to Matt's truck. I climb in and we take off to the 51. We stay in comfortable silence with me just watching the city go by. We get there 20 of so minutes later but it seems shorter than that. We get out and the go to each of my sides again. They have always been taller than me and I say I hate it but I secretly love it. I see my dad talking to my uncle Mouch in the break room. Sylvie Brett is the first one to see me and she gasps loudly making everyone turn toward me.

"SURPRISE!" I shout shocking them out of their frozen states.

Next thing I know I am tackled by my dad and godfather. Boden is secretly recording this for everyone.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" My dad and godfather ask at the same time.

"Well it's a long story which I will tell over drinks at Molly's tonight, but pretty much, things got crappy at 118, and I wanted to come home. Don't worry dad, Mads was the one to talk me into it. And only Diaz and Nash were the ones who were bad. Hen and Chim have been good." He just nods and they both step back so everyone else can hug me. The girls are next, Shay, Stella, and Sylvie come running up next hugging me super tight, but I'm hugging back just as tight. I hug everyone else except for 2 people I don't recognize. I turn to my dad questionably.

"Ah right. Evan, these are Darren Ritter and Blake Gallo. They are new to the house." I shake their hands and for some reason I get butterflies shaking Gallo's hand. I think the girls sensed something because they gave me knowing looks. I gave them 'the look' back.

"Hi, I'm Evan Buckley-Herrmann. I used to go by Buck but I think I'm gonna start going by Evan again." I smile at them. They smile back and shake my hand.

"Hi Evan, I'm Darren Ritter. I've been here for about a year."

"Hi, I'm Blake Gallo and I've been here about 5 or so months"

I smile and nod to each of them. When Gallo smiles back all I can think of is damn his smile is cute. Fuck I'm so gone on him and I just met him.

"Oh dad! I didn't tell mom either so I think I'll stay here until shift is done and then we can stop by home, pick her up and we'll all go to Molly's and meet up with the crew from Med and Intelligence?"

"Sounds good Ev. You wanna borrow some turnout gear and go with? If that's okay of course." He asked the last part directed towards Boden. Boden nods and so I agree pretty quickly. Almost as if it knows, the alarm goes off.

*Time skip to end of shift because I cannot write fire scenes for shit*

Dad and I walk out of the firehouse at the end of shift and get in his car. After about 5 minutes he speaks up,

"So what was that with Gallo?"

Shit. Play dumb.

"What do you mean?"

Good, good.

"Look, I know what flirting looks like, son. And I know you are gay since you came out to us in high school. I'm also not dumb, so I'll ask again, what was that with Gallo?"

I sigh. He always knows how to read me.

"He is cute, and I think I might be getting a crush on him, but it's nothing and he is most likely straight anyways."

"Well, I'm glad you told me, and I think you may have a better chance than you think."

And with that we pull into the driveway of my childhood home. We get out of the car and dad goes in first. I hear him say to mom,

"Hey honey, I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes"

After a few seconds he comes out and beckons me inside. I walk up and say,

"Hey mom."

She opens her eyes and shrieks when she sees me. She runs up to me and hugs me as tight as she can and I hug her back just as tight. Dad comes up to us and hugs us too. After a few we reluctantly separated.

"So what are you doing here?" She asks as she wipes the tears off her face. I tell her what I told dad and she nods and goes to get ready to go to Molly's. Dad and I do the same.

We get to Molly's and I'm bombarded by hugs again from my friends from Med and Intelligence. I am friends with Jay and Will Halstead, Mouse Gerwitz, Antonio Dawson, Hailey Upton, Adam Ruzek, Kim Burgess, Alvin Oilinsky, not Voight because of reasons, Kevin Atwater, Trudy Platt, Ethan Choi (he's not a dick here), Crockett Marcel, Natalie Manning, Maggie Lockwood, April Sexton, Connor Rhodes, Daniel Charles and Sharon Goodwin. They are all there and as soon as they heard I was back in town, they all came to Molly's. I also got hugs again from Kel, Matty, Joe, Otis, Sylvie, Stella, Shay, Andy, Boden, Tony, and Capp. I shake Gallo and Ritter's hands again. They all look at me expectantly, waiting for the story. I sigh and start talking.

"Okay so basically, you all remember how I was crushed under the truck? Well at my welcome back party, I had a pulmonary embolism in my ex-captains backyard. I wake up in the hospital and find out I need to go on blood thinners because I worked too hard doing my recertification. I go to dinner at my ex-captains house and find out why I can't go back on calls because of him. He is the one keeping me as a fire marshal. I make a dumb mistake and decide to sue the department and him. The lawyer threatened them all and tried to offer me a payout but I just wanted to go back to the firehouse. When I decided to come home, I hadn't been out on a call in 8 months. I got tired of it so I texted Maddie, my sister, and she came over. We went out to brunch at our favorite diner. On our way back to my loft, she called her boyfriend and his best friend, both of whom are my ex-coworkers but they were very vocal about my treatment and never shut me out. I went to talk to the chief, and he signed the transfer papers. I went back home to find that the three of them had packed all my things and Maddie booked me a flight for the next day, aka today. I called Matty, he got Boden and Kel into the office and I told them my plan. Next thing I know they are picking me up from O'Hare, we went to the firehouse, I surprised you all, went out on a few calls, went home to surprise mom, and came here to tell you my story."

I look around and see many shocked and furious faces.

"Okay I know those faces, you don't need to murder them, I told the chief what happened and recommend he suspend but not fire Diaz and Nash."

They all look more satisfied at that, but still mad. Gallo and Ritter just looked shocked.

"Wait wait wait, you are telling me that YOU WERE THE GUY TRAPPED UNDER THE TRUCK?!" Gallo asked, shocked.

I nod sheepishly.

"Yeah some kid was tryna blow up my captain but I was in his seat for the day. Don't remember why."

He just blew out a breath.

"Okay less sad things, what have I missed with you all?"

Jay speaks up first.

"Well Mouse and I finally got engaged!" He said, showing me his ring.

I jump up and go hug them both.

"I'm so happy for you two!"

They thank me and Connor goes next.

"Will and I finally got our heads out of our asses and got together."

I hug them both too and congratulate them.

"Matt and I are still together obviously" Kelly says. I roll my eyes and smack him on the head.

"I got a new girlfriend." Shay says slyly looking at Sylvie.

"I broke up with my boyfriend." Gallo says shrugging.

I feel both the girls and dads eyes on me but I very clearly ignore them. Everyone else is kinda confused but brushes it off.

"Chole is pregnant with my son!" Joe says excitedly.

"Oh my god dude congrats! I'm so happy for you!"

Everyone else shares something or say nothing new.

Couple hours later, it started to wind down and I'm at a table with the Halstead brothers, their other haves and Shay, Kim, and Hailey.

"So what's that with Gallo?" Mouse asks me pointedly. They all turn to me and I know my face is heating up.

"Nothing! There is nothing going on with Gallo!"

They all give me a 'drop the bullshit' look and I sigh.

"Okay fine, you all can stop giving me that look. I might have a slight crush on him. And it may be a little more now that I know he likes guys. But what if he doesn't like me?"

They all look at me in understanding.

"Evan, I love you, but why the fuck would he not want to go out with you? You are good looking, you are sweet, and anyone who wouldn't date you is dumb. And I'm a fucking lesbian." Shay says to me, everyone nodding along showing they agree with her.

"Yeah Cubby, I may not be a lesbian but you are like my brother, anyone who wouldn't date you is dumb" Kim adds on.

I sigh and nod. They all smile at me and we start talking about Jay and Mouse's wedding. Little did I know there was a very similar conversation at the table with Gallo, Ritter, Stella, Sylvie, Adam, and Andy.

Gallo POV:

"So Gallo, what was that with Evan?" Stella asks me.

"I have no idea what you are talking about"

"Cut the bullshit Blake. We all saw what was going on between you two" Andy says to me.

Fine, guess I'm not getting out of this one.

"Okay, I like him, but he is Herrmann's son! And I don't even know if he likes guys."

They all snort and start laughing then they look at me. I'm confused.

"Gallo, Evan is as gay as a fucking rainbow." Adam says to me in between laughter.

Wait, what?

"He's gay?"

They all nod.

Okay, I have a better chance now. They must've seen me thinking because Sylvie pats my shoulder and gets my attention.

"You should go for it. I've seen the way he's been looking at you all night. Just, maybe wait until tomorrow." She says, then walks over to Shay and grabs her hand. And pulls her up and out of the bar. The rest of them are not far behind and soon it's just Ritter, me, Evan, Cindy, and Herrmann. I go say goodbye to my best friend, the Herrmanns and Evan.

"Hey Evan, I'm gonna head out but it was nice to meet you" I hold my hand out for a shake but he pulls me into a hug shocking me at first before I hug him back. Once we pull apart I realize he is drunk because he plants a kiss on my cheek. My face heats up bright red. Ritter is looking at me amused and so I flip him off before we head out since he drove me and didn't drink tonight.

We get to my place and I wave goodbye. I fall asleep to the thought of Evan Buckley-Herrmann...

Buck POV:

I don't remember much from last night cause I ended up getting more drunk than I wanted too. I do however remember hugging Gallo. My face heats up at the thought of him. Oh god I can't believe I hugged him and kissed his cheek. He is never gonna wanna speak to me again. I'm pulled out if my spiral by dad knocking on my door.

"Come in!" I call

"Hey son, I thought you might have a headache after last night so here's some water and Tylenol. Also because I know you, I saw what you did to Gallo and just know, he doesn't hate you and actually texted me asking for your number, so if you get an unexpected text from a unknown number, that's all me. Love you, I'll see you in a few before we have to head in."

I nod and he closes the door. Well that's good that he doesn't hate me.

*Ding!*

I look over at my phone and see:

[phone]:

Hey Evan! This is Blake Gallo. I hope you don't mind that Herrmann gave me your number. I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight? As a date?

Hey Blake! I would love to! I also wanna apologize for last night, I was super drunk. I didn't mean to get that drunk. I'll see you at work today.

It's okay! I'll pick you up around 7? We get off shift at 6.

Sounds perfect! See you later!

See ya!

I groan and lay back on my bed. I stay there for like 30 seconds before I shoot up and start to freak out. Oh god I have a date. I have a date with Blake Gallo. I HAVE A DATE WITH BLAKE FUCKING GALLO! I lay face down on my bed like a teenager and stay there. I hear my door knock and I just groan. He comes in and chuckles at me.

"What's wrong?"

I just chuck my phone at him. They know my password since I don't ever really have much to hide from them, and if I do, I hide it good.

He reads the texts and laughs.

"Isn't that a good thing?" He asks me, amused.

"Yeah. But I have nothing to weaaar." I say sounding like a child.

"Well how about your mom goes and gets you some new clothes, since she knows your size, and then you are ready for your date. Sound good?"

I nod and get up.

"Okay. Now get dressed! We gotta leave in 5 minutes!"

I scramble to get dressed and we head out. I'm excited to have my first full shift at the 51. We pull in and get out. I smile when I see the "WELCOME HOME MINI HERRMANN" banner hanging up. We get ready and as soon as we are all ready, the alarm rings out. It was a quick one, a car accident. We were pretty busy today so it went by quick. I couldn't help but look at Blake when I thought no one was looking but a certain pair of husband's certainly saw this. They pulled dad off to the side to talk to him when we had a free moment.

"So why does Ev keep looking at Gallo?"

My dad laughs and tells then about the texts from this morning, but makes then promise that they won't let me know they know. (Yes I pulled a friends). They agree and as soon as they are done talking the alarm goes off one last time. Our last call went all the way to the end of our shift so I hurry and make dad leave quick, much to the surprise of those who don't know about the date. Gallo is not far behind them rushing out and a few people have knowing looks.

We get home and I see what clothes mom got me and decide on a maroon button up shirt and black jeans with my black doc martens. I gel my hair and about that time is when I get a text:

Blake:

Hey! I'm outside!

Okay! I'll be right out!

I double check I have everything and head out, saying bye to my parents. I walk out and see him leaning up against his car. He hugs me and I hug back, taking in his scent that seems oddly comforting. We break apart and he goes to open my door. I smile at him as I get in the car and he smiles back. He gets in and starts driving. I tentatively reach across the center console to grab his hand and he holds it. We smile at each other and he pulls into a small hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant. We get out and he grabs my hand again as we walk in.

"Reservation for Gallo" he says to the hostess. She nods and grabs 2 menus taking us to our table. We look at them and decide what we want. He gets the chicken enchiladas with a coke and I get fish tacos with a sprite. She takes our orders and walks away. I reach across the table and hold his hand. We start talking about our childhoods. He learns I wasn't born to mom and dad and I learn about how his family died. We talk for so long we don't realize our food is here until it gets set down. We eat, and he pays even though I try to protest. He just says "I asked out on a date. If this goes well, you can pay for the next one." I sigh and realize he wasn't going to give it up so I relent. We head back out to his car and he drives us out to a ledge to look over the city. He has a truck and backed it up so we can lay on his bed to look at the stars. We cuddled there since he brought blankets to lay down. We didn't talk, I just had my head on his chest, watching the stars.

"Evan?" He asks softly.

I look up at him and respond, "yeah?"

He looks down at me and asks, "can I kiss you?"

I nod and meet him halfway. His lips are so soft and sweet. His tongue is asking permission to enter my mouth and I let it. I moan into his mouth and he does the same when I put my tongue in his. We make out for a few minutes before we have to take a breather. We rest our foreheads against each other.

"That was amazing," I breathed out.

He just nods and we sit there. He then leans in to kiss me again, this time much more chaste.

"Do you wanna come back to my place? We don't have to have sex, but I just want to snuggle you" he asks after a few.

I look up at him through my eyelashes and nod. We get out of his truck bed and he grabs the blankets and shuts the tailgate. I climb in and let my dad know I won't be home. He just sends back winky faces and tells me to be safe. I sent him the middle finger emoji and shut my phone off. He climbs in and we head to his place. He turns on the radio and I hear one of my favorite songs, From The Ground Up by Dan+Shay. I start humming along and then when Blake turns it up I start to sing which causes him to sing along too. We both laugh and are so joyful when the song ends that we keep singing along with the radio. We pull into his apartment complex and get out. We get up there and I realize I don't have pajamas. I tell Blake this and he tells me I can borrow a shirt and sweats from him. He hands them to me and I go change. We fall asleep pretty quickly, him spooning me from behind. I feel so comfortable in his arms and it just feels right. I never believed in soulmates, but Blake Gallo is making me believe in them now.

I wake up the next morning to see Blake looking at me lovingly. I smile back up at him and kiss him. We both smile into the kiss.

"I gotta get back to my parents before shift since I don't want to go in my nice clothes" I murmur against his lips.

"Or you could borrow my clothes if you want?" He says with a shrug.

I agree, not really wanting to head back to my parents. I borrow a pair of jeans a t shirt, neither of us looking at it closely.

We head out and go to the firehouse. I hold his hand across the center console again, occasionally pulling out joined hands to kiss them. On the way there he asks me to be his boyfriend and I agree immediately. When we pull in, we smile at each other and get out. We keep our hands joined, not wanting to hide this from our family. We hear wolf whistles and cheers and we just shake our heads with smiles.

"Hey kid! Nice shirt!" I hear Mouch say.

I turn around confused a little bit before Stella takes pity on me,

"Cubby, your shirt says 'Gallo'"

We both blush and walk away. I hear Ritter going to talk to Blake and I see the resident hubby's walking over to me. They pull me into Matt's bunk and push me onto the bed.

"Talk" they both say.

I sigh and say, "okay, so the day before yesterday, I got a text from Blake asking if he wants to go on a date. The night before when it was just Ritter, him, me, and my parents, when he came to say goodbye, I was so drunk I pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. I apologized the next morning but he asked me on a date and I said yes. He picked me up from my parents house, opened the car door for me like a gentleman, and we went to a Mexican restaurant, then out to the ledge that looks out over the city. We laid in the bed of his truck just watching the stars when he asked if he could kiss me. I said yes, we kissed a few times then he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. He said we don't need to have sex and that he just wants to snuggle me. I agree, let my dad know, which was a mistake considering he is a kid at heart. We sang along to the radio on the way back since my favorite song came on, we got back to his place and he gave me sweats and a shirt to wear. We laid in bed, with him as the big spoon. We woke up together and I was at first gonna ask him to drop me off at home but then he just said I can borrow clothes from him so we don't have to go back. He hands me what I'm wearing, we don't look at the shirt obviously. On the way here we hold hands across the console, I keep kissing our joined hands. We then walk into the firehouse and you know the rest."

They nod along to the entire rant and finally Matt asks, "Are you happy?"

I nod enthusiastically and say, "Very. I haven't been this happy in a long time"

They both nod and get up to give me a hug. I start to tear up because having their and my parents' approval are very important to me.

"As long as you are happy Cub, we are happy." Kelly says, Matt agreeing. At that, I finally let my tears fall and they hug me again and kiss my forehead. After a few, I finally get it together and head out of the bunk. I see Blake talking to Ritter, Otis, and Cruz in the bunk room, so I go up to him and hug him. He hugs me back, a little confused but not complaining. He kisses my forehead ignoring the other three who are looking at the couple with a fond look. They walk away to give us a little privacy, shutting the door.

"What's wrong baby?" He asks me.

I sniff and then look up at him, "Nothing. I am just glad that they are accepting of our relationship. I know we just had our first date last night, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

He looks down at me with tears in his eyes too, and kisses my forehead again then my lips.

"I can't imagine my life without you too. All I could dream about last night was marrying you someday and adopting kids with you. I genuinely feel like you are my soulmate. I love you."

At that, the tears start flowing, he wipes my tears with his thumbs and kisses me.

"I love you too" I tell him softly. At that, the alarm goes off and then we are off, but not without one more kiss.

When I climb into the truck, dad asks me if I'm okay. I nod and smile at him, telling him I'll talk to him later. He nods and we are off.

When we get back, Blake and I go to talk to Boden to fill out paperwork for our relationship. He tells us he is proud of us and thanks us for filling out the paperwork. We nod and he hugs us both.

We head into the lounge and decide to cude together on the couch, but not in Mouch's spot. I close my eyes and lay my head on his shoulder. I feel him lay his head on mine and then I am asleep. We wake up when the alarm goes off again.

"Rise and shine lovebirds!" Capp yells at us. We flip him off together. The fire goes out pretty quickly and we are headed back to the station. Blake asks me if we can talk when we pull in and I nod and ask Kelly if we can use his bunk to talk. He says sure, so we head there.

"Okay, I know we literally just started dating, but how would you feel about moving in with me? I know you are looking for a place and your stuff will be here soon. If you don't want to, that's fine, but I figured it would be better for you, and we can split the rent. Whatdya say?"

I take that in for a moment before nodding with a bright grin coming across my face.

"Yeah?" He asks, a hopeful look on his face.

"Yeah." I confirm with a bright grin.

"Yay!! I'm so glad you said yes!"

"I am too. I meant what I said when I said I want to grow old with you. I want to get married and have kids with you. I love you."

"I love you too." He then leaned down to kiss me and I kissed back.

We walk out of the bunk holding hands and smiling. As the shift comes to an end I tell him that I'll head back to my parents for the night and let them know what I'm planning on doing. He says okay and we kiss and head off in different directions. Dad and I get to their house and see my Jeep is there finally. I'm glad, because as much as I love my dad driving me, I need my own vehicle. We walk in and mom greets us. We eat and then I tell them I need to talk to them. They look concerned so I reassure them it's nothing bad.

"Mom, dad, as I'm sure you know by now, Blake Gallo and I are dating. And I know we just started dating but I feel as if I've known him my entire life. He is the person I want to grow old with. He is the person I want to marry someday. He is the person I want to adopt kids with. And I know he feels the same cause he told me. I love him and he loves me. So he asked me to move in with him just because he knows I'm looking for a place and the rent would be cheaper. So I said yes. I hope that's okay."

They look at me with proud looks and tears in their eyes.

"Evan, of course it's okay. After hearing that, I firmly believe you two are soulmates. I don't always believe in love at first sight, but I saw you guys the first time you saw each other and something clicked. Your mother and I will always love you and always be proud of you. We will help you move your stuff along with I'm sure the rest of the firehouse. They all saw something there, and I know you two are meant for each other."

At this point, all of had tears down our faces. I nod and don't say anything because I don't trust my voice. They pull me into a hug and we just hug for a long time. Eventually I speak, "I think I'll stay here for the rest of the week, since we have this weekend off, we can move my stuff then"

They nod and we all head off to bed, but not before they both kiss my forehead. I fall asleep that night thinking of the names Evan Gallo and Blake Herrmann.

The weeks goes by quick. Blake and I explain what we are gonna do and they all agree to help us that weekend. Saturday rolls around and we get everything unpacked pretty quickly since Ieft all my furniture and didn't have much. Next thing I know I'm FaceTiming Maddie, Chim, and Hen to introduce them to my Blake as my boyfriend a few weeks later. They are shocked at first but by the end, Maddie and Chim are coming over for Christmas in a few months. We say bye and hang up the phone. I sigh contently and look over at my boyfriend. He looks back at me lovingly. It's been about a month since we got together. I already bought a ring, but I'm gonna wait a little longer.

*Time skip*

It's now December, getting closer to Christmas time. I want to propose on Christmas in front of our family. Since we became more serious, my family accepted him more. They already liked him since they knew him before, but it's different than being a coworker vs your son's boyfriend. Maddie and Chim are coming like they said they would. They'll be here tomorrow. The firehouse tease us about our relationship, but we both know they are happy for us. They do the same thing with Kel and Matty and Shay and Sylvie, but it's all joking. Christmas rolls around and I'm nervous and excited at the same. We show up at my parents and they let us in. Maddie and Chim are there since they are staying there instead of a hotel. We start opening presents and when it gets to my turn for Blake, I get down on one knee and pull out the ring. Behind me I hear mom and Maddie gasp but right now in focused on Blake.

"Blake, ever since I first laid eyes on you in the lounge room, I knew I liked you. That then morphed into love. I can't see myself with anyone else. I want to have children with you. I want to grow grey and wrinkly with you. I want marry you. So Blake James Gallo, will you marry me?"

He nods yes and falls down to me and we hug and kiss each other like our life depended on it. I slip the ring on as our family cheers for us and gives us all hugs. I see Blake reach into his pocket and pull out a velvet box.

"I was gonna ask you later this week, but Evan Buckley-Herrmann, will you marry me?"

I nod and we kiss again. We put our rings on and keep celebrating Christmas with our family.

We also bought the rubber rings for at work. We aren't telling anyone right out, we are gonna see who figures it out first. I bet on Shay, Blake says Matt, dad says Sylvie, mom and Maddie say Otis, and Chim who has gotten to know 51, says Stella. In the end, mom and Maddie were right. He noticed our rings and congratulated us prompting everyone else to do the same. The girls offered to plan it with Maddie. I ask Maddie to be my best woman and Blake asks Ritter to be his best man. We asked Boden to officiate it. My dad will walk me down the aisle. We each took turns deciding who we wanted for our groomsmen/women. We ended up doing a fall wedding because that is our favorite season and we had many people from intelligence, med, and firehouse 51 and a few people from California. Our first dance is the song we sang together on our first date. About a year into our marriage Blake and I decided to adopt twins. We now have two girls named Maeve Gallo and Robin Gallo who are 4. They love all the aunts and uncles they have from everywhere in Chicago and LA. They also love their "Papa Herrmann and Grammy Cindy. But also their grandpa Boden". Everyday I am thankful that I decided to leave LA and I'm thankful that the Herrmanns adopted me because if they didn't I don't know where I would be. But I thank God the Buckleys didn't want me and that captain Nash shut me out.

And we'll build this love from the ground up

Now 'til forever it's all of me, all of you

Just take my hand

And I'll be the man your dad hoped that I'd be

And we'll build this love from the ground up

For worse or for better

And I will be all you need

Beside you I'll stand through the good and the bad

We'll give all that we have

And we'll build this love from the ground up

Dan+Shay

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BROKEN TUMBLR ASKS PART ??: WHY DOES THIS WEBSITE SUCK SO BAD.

anonymous  asked:

“For Buddie prompts: Eddie looking after a sick Buck?”

ooo, sorry, we actually all out of fluffy sickfics, here’s... this instead xoxo 

“You’re exhausting.”

Buck hears the words ringing in his head as he clears another room, smoke swirling above him, his gear heavy on his frame. The chatter on the radio was drowned out by the roar of the flames, and it was about all he could do to keep an ear open for his name.

Kicking another door in, Buck has to grit his teeth to keep a groan of pain behind his lips, his leg throbbing—not for the first time that night. The screws had come out of his leg months ago, but that didn’t mean he was back to 100, not yet anyway; sometimes he just hurt. Neuropathic pain was something he could expect to have flair up until the wound fully healed—which could take years, according to his doctor, but...

“We all have our problems, but you don’t see us whining about it.”

But he was not about to bring it up, not about to risk... everything. His team was finally talking to him again. He was finally being brought on calls again. He could keep this to himself. He could go on without whining about it.

He had to.

Fuck, his leg hurt. Neuropathic pain was supposedly a dull, throbbing pressure, but all Buck could feel was fire, like a hot knife had torn him to the bone. Not for the first time, he only allowed himself a moment of “it isn’t fair” before he bottled all that down, gritting his teeth as he braced himself against another door, prepared to burst through the brittle, burning wood.

“Get clear, everyone. The building is getting too unstable—that means you, Buck.”

“Right, Cap.”

As if Buck would have risked disobeying another order, as long as he lived. He wasn’t about to let his problems become someone else's problems, never again.

“Somehow, we all manage to suck it up.”

“Cap, I have another resident down here!”

“Got it, Eddie. Buck, give him a hand.”

They were both on the ground floor, thankfully, and the screen on Buck’s wrist led him right to Eddie, who was trying to help an older woman up and out of her bed. It was becoming rapidly clear that she was going to need to be carried, and Buck didn’t waste any time in latching his arm with Eddies, hoisting the woman out of the apartment and bringing her out to a waiting gurney.

“Somehow, we all manage to suck it up.”

They may have been free of the inferno, but Buck’s leg was on fire. He had to make sure he was the last on the engine before they took off so no one would notice his unsteady footing, and he managed to pass off his groan of relief as a sigh when he sat down, feeling the sway of the engine as Bobby started to drive away.

They still had a good six hours left on their shift—God willing, they wouldn’t get any other major calls, and Buck could get some rest. All that he wanted was a shower and some sleep.

“Somehow, we all manage to suck it up.”

He managed to hide his pain with a smile as he de-geared with the rest of the team, always making sure that he was back far enough that his gait would be ignored, but not so far as to arouse suspicion. As much as he wanted to jump into the shower, he wasn’t sure how well he would be able to hide his pain if he had to bend over, or if, God forbid, he were to slip against the tile. He chose a bed instead—he probably still smelled of soot and sweat, but he was beyond the point of caring, and found himself obscenely thankful that the quiet room was on the first floor, and not up the stairs where the loft was. Buck was usually the last to sleep on shift, too busy being around everyone else, working out, anything he could be doing to absorb the companionship and company that came with a shared 24 hour shift, but… that was just another thing that the lawsuit had taken from him, he thought to himself, blindly propping his hurt leg with a pillow as he collapsed into the nearest cot.

“Why can’t you?”

Six more hours. He could make it six more hours.

--

Eddie was not having the best day.

Week.

Month?

He had been struggling, okay?

Part of him had hoped, maybe naively, that once the lawsuit was done, once Buck was back on the house, that… things would be back to normal. He had hoped that he and Buck could be back to normal.

Buck, obviously, hadn’t gotten the memo, because somehow, things were even worse than they were when the lawsuit was in full swing. Buck was still there, he was going through the motions, but that was it. Eddie should have known it would be too easy to hope for the easy camaraderie that there was before, but he had at least hoped they would be able to talk—even that was proving to be harder than pulling teeth.

In hindsight, of course, Eddie had realized that a good amount of the distance that had grown between them was his fault—he knew his anger had gotten the best of him when the lawsuit had started (hell, the near fatality in his little fight ring had proven that), and once it was wrapped up, it was still nearly impossible for him to look Buck in the eye.

He wasn’t proud of it, but that opinion really didn’t change until he realized what Buck had given up just to get back on the squad.

Millions of dollars. Millions. Eddie loved his job, but if someone offered him a chunk of change like that, he would have taken it and never looked back, but all Buck wanted to do was come back to his team—his family—and didn’t that just dig the knife in a little deeper?

Now, though, Eddie was determined to make it right. Even if it meant waking Buck up, dragging his ass out of the sleep room, and forcing him in to a family dinner with the rest of the squad.

“Buck, you up?”

Eddie could see the other male splayed outing a cot, his silhouette barely visible in the dimmed light. He felt bad about waking the other up—especially after how hard he had known Buck had been working—but the best time to start to apologize would have been yesterday, and today was just delaying the inevitable.

He took a few steps into the room and gently shook Buck’s leg, blinking in surprise as his hand touched dampness—was Buck sweating?

He pulled his hand up, examining it in the light from the doorway. It was… dark?

It was red.

“Buck?”

Fuck, it was red.

“Buck… oh fuck, Buck, oh fuck—“

Eddie felt his hands flying now, his voice kicking up as he spoke, throwing blanket and pillows across the room. Buck was pale, inhumanly so, and he immediately started checking for vitals as he started to shout.

“Buck, come on, wake up, Buck!”

Pulse was present, barely, thready and weak.

“Buck! Hen, Chim! Help! Buck, no, Buck!!”

--

It was a laceration. A cut, only a few inches long, along his leg, that had cut right through his PPE, and right through the first few layers of tissue in his leg. The doctor that had cleaned out the wound had pulled out shards of splintered wood, which was concerning in its own right; even though he was off blood thinners, the constant motion had kept the wound open, for… fuck, for what must have been hours.

Eddie didn’t need a doctor to get that confirmation. The blood that had pooled around the cot certainly didn’t come from a few moments—and even before then, the spatters on the floor, the soaked tear in the pant leg... it was more than enough to set Eddie on edge.

He had sent up a silent thanks to Carla, patron saint of child care, as he sat beside Eddie in the emergency room, patiently waiting for Buck to regain consciousness. No surgery required, thank God—just a dozen or so stitches, about three pints of blood, and a steady drip of pain medication.

And, okay. Maybe he was indulging himself, holding onto Buck’s hand as he started to stir once more, not bothering to hide the massive wave of relief that crashed over him when Buck started to stir again.

The pain-medication-laced smile that Buck shot him was one of the most beautiful things Eddie had ever seen.

“Hi Eddie!”

“Hey Buckaroo.”

He even sounded happy. God, Eddie missed that, seeing a shadow of his old Buck, the one who smiled and was happy and pain free, and it definitely disturbed him that he couldn’t remember the last time Buck had seemed so happy.

The moment wasn’t designed to last, though—as Buck started to take in more and more of his surroundings, his smile slipped off of his face, and it didn’t take the heart rate monitor amping up its speed to tell Eddie that Buck was starting to panic.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, Buck. You just needed to get patched up and you’re going to be okay.”

“Fuck, Eddie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Wait, what the fuck? “Buck, it was an accident. You’re okay.” He really hoped his voice was more soothing than confused, because Buck looked dangerously close to tears.

“It was an accident, Eddie, I promise. I swear I didn’t mean to, I was trying to be careful and I didn’t mean to get hurt, you can’t let Bobby kick me off the squad again, Eddie, please.”

Eddie felt like his voice might have been as raw as Bucks, shaking off the shock at that admission, moving to gently grip Buck’s shoulders. “Woah, Buck, we know you didn’t mean to. Bobby isn’t mad, he and the rest of the squad had to bring the rig back, they’ll be here soon, they wanna see you, and—”

“I just—I didn’t want to bother anyone, I know it’s exhausting trying to put up with me sometimes, so I didn’t want to—“

“Woah woah woah, Buck, slow down, you—you’re not exhausting, who the fuck even told you that?”

There was an auditable click as Buck shut his mouth, his eyes pained and his face bright red, and Eddie had a minute to look him over before reality came crashing around his head.

“…I said that, didn’t I? Oh fuck, Buck, you have to know I was just talking out of my ass, okay? I was just angry, of course I didn’t mean it.”

“But it’s true, Eds, I have to suck it up and deal with it, it’s not fair for me to lay all of it on you guys at work, and I’m sorry, but you can’t tell Bobby—it’s hard, but I’m getting better at it! I promise, I can’t lose you all again, please, I—“

His voice dies in his throat as Eddie pulls him into his arms, crushing him in a tight hug, and Buck can’t breathe, his eyes burning with tears as Eddie buries his head in his neck. Eddie didn’t speak until Buck finally started to hug him back, arms uncertain. “You’re not going to lose us, Buck. Never again. I promise, okay? You’re basically stuck with us until the end of time, I’m not going to let you go, and neither is Chris, and neither is the 118.”

The muffled sob that Buck let out into his shoulder told Eddie all he needed to know. They had all fucked up, hard, if that had been the looming fear behind all of Buck’s decisions lately. He had been self isolating from the team, he wasn’t cracking jokes, he didn’t even come up for family dinners unless he was specifically asked to—and while Eddie thought they had all just needed some time, Buck had been suffering in silence since he returned.

Fuck.

“Buck, listen to me. We are your family. We fight sometimes, and we all make mistakes, and I’m so, so sorry that we made this mistake, okay? But no matter what, we love you. Chim, Hen, Bobby, Mads, hell, even Athena, and... and me, Buck, we love you. I love you. So please, stop beating yourself up over it and just... let us love you, okay?”

Eddie reluctantly let go as he felt Buck start to pull back, his face contorted in fear and pain, but his expression started to smooth out as he nodded, the machine next to him beeping and whirring as his heart rate started to go down. The pain medicine couldn’t have picked a better time for another dose. Eddie started to ease him back onto the bed as Buck’s eyelids started to droop, only comforted by the even rise and fall of his chest.

"Thanks, Eddie...”

Eddie let out a short, wet laugh as Buck finally relaxed against the bed, treated to another smile before Buck slipped into unconsciousness.

“...love you, too.”

And Buck was out again.

Eddie didn’t even have time to process what Buck had said, distracted by the swoosh of automatic doors, multiple voices talking at once as the 118 poured back into the emergency room, officially off shift, and Eddie gave Bucks’ hand a squeeze—just one—before he stood up and left the curtained off bed, ready to face the team with the grim reality Buck had just tossed into his lap.

They had work to do.

But Buck... Buck was worth every minute of it.

#buddie #911 #fic #evan buckley #edmundo diaz #hurtfic #fixit #kinda #flospeaks #anon #ask #prompt #buddiefic #911fic #like Katya says: #things are gonna get better #but first... they gotta get a whole lot worse.

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La La(chimolala) Land Chapter Twenty-Six: Sundance

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re beginning our descent into Salt Lake City,” you hear the pilot’s well-rehearsed speech over the loudspeaker from your seat in first class. “The weather report shows twenty-nine degrees and blue skies, with snow showers beginning late in the evening.” You shudder at the thought of being that cold.

From his seat next to you, Jimin notices you shiver. “Don’t worry, Jagi,” he wraps his arm around you. “I’ll keep you warm.” His fingers dance around the skin of your upper arm, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Was that innuendo, or just you being sweet?” You ask, shifting your gaze from the window to your boyfriend’s jawline.

“It was me being sweet, of course,” he says softly, eyes never leaving the view of snow-capped mountains that’s unfolding before you. “It’ll be cold here, but you’ll enjoy it, I promise. Snow is so much fun.”

“I know you think so,” you take a sip of your complimentary orange juice. “And I love watching videos of you in puffy coats, slipping all over the ice. It’s cute.” You flip open your magazine. “But I think I vastly prefer the beach.”

“We’ll go in the summer,” he quickly promises. “Where would you like to go? Hawaii? Bali? Mexico?”

“I thought you said I’d be going to Korea to meet your family,” you look over at him.

He runs a hair through his blonde locks—he’d bleached his hair again for your trip to Utah—and lets out a puff of air. “I was thinking we’d do that . . . before the summer.”

“Oh?”

“Like . . . in February, maybe.”

“Oh.” That’s just next month.

“Would that be . . . is that okay with you?”

Am I ready for that? you wonder. Not just to meet his family, but to be the girl by Jimin’s side in Korea. With all those eyes watching, judging . . .

“Yeah. Yeah,” you say, though you know he can sense the uncertainty in your voice.

He squeezes your hand. “I know they’re going to love you.”

“Yes, but . . .” Tell him. It’s good to communicate. “What will your fans think? What will all those tabloids say?”

“ARMY will be happy for me. I know that,” he grins. “And who cares what trashy gossip magazines say. I’m happy.”

“I just worry about what people are going to say about you . . . and what they’ll say about me. I know they won’t think I’m good enough for you.” You laugh sardonically. “I definitely won’t be deemed ‘pretty enough.’ I mean, look at you.”

Jimin examines his airport fashion: combat boots, flattering skinny jeans, a black turtleneck, and a leather jacket. His dark sunglasses had been stuffed into his carry on, but you remembered what he’d looked like this morning with them on. Intimidating and hot. You’d opted for sweats and a Levi’s t-shirt, unaware that he would show up at the gate looking like that.

“You look like a movie star,” you tell him. “And look at me!”

He looks you up and down. “For the record, I’m a huge fan of you in sweatpants.”

You shoot him a look. “Really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

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Jimin a car picks you up at the airport, and the drive to Park City is pleasant. You, the other studio execs, and the main actors are staying at Deer Valley Ski Resort. Jimin opens the door to your room, and you immediately launch yourself out onto the balcony.

“Gosh, Jimi, look! It’s so beautiful here!”

“I told you you’d like snow.”

“Wanna go for a dip in the hot tub?” You feel freezing cold after standing out there for just a short while, so you walk back inside and close the glass door behind you.

“You know I do, but I’m starving. Let’s go explore downtown.”

“Ok,” you peck his lips. “Give me an hour to get ready.”

“An hour?” He looks incredulous. “I’m so hungry, Jagiya!”

“This is a fancy place, Chim Chim! I’ve got to look good!”

But you hurry up your process for him, and you’re showered, dressed, and ready in forty minutes.

Soon enough, you and Jimin are walking hand in hand down Park City’s main street. You swapped out your sweatpants ensemble for faded jeans, a black turtleneck (to match Jimin’s), and a long, white pea coat you’d bought for the trip—so now you look almost comparable to him. The coat’s not really enough to keep you warm, but you settle down inside a nice Italian restaurant for dinner.

“Thank you for coming here with me,” you tell him as you glance over the menu.

“Of course,” his lips twist into a sexy smirk. “I’m starving. Ooh, they have pasta alla vodka. Yum.”

“No, I meant . . . thank you for coming to Utah with me. For the festival.”

He sets down his menu. “Your movie’s going to premiere at Sundance, Jagi,” he grabs your hand from across the table. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You enjoy a delicious meal together, then duck into a few art galleries and cafés along main street, enjoying the ambiance and experience. Jimin buys a beautiful cityscape from an artist who recognizes him while you sip your hot cocoa proudly in the corner. Once he arranges for it to be sent to his apartment in Seoul, he grabs your hand and pulls you to him, kissing you suddenly.

“What was that for?” You ask him.

“Oh, nothing,” he says. “I was just thinking about having you home with me. I’ll hang this right over my bed. It’ll arrive by the time you’re there.”

It’s adorable when he’s like this. All gooey and sentimental.

You look at the painting. It’s of New York, probably—yellow taxis dot the street, American flags hang off the side of a hotel, and you think you recognize the empire state building in the background. A blonde woman carrying shopping bags and a dark-haired man in a turtleneck walk down the reflective street—it must be raining. The leaves are red, orange, and yellow.

“It’s beautiful, Jiminie. I love it a lot.”

You stand in front of it for a minute more.

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[imyourbuddie]

Oh, Baby, Meet Me In The New Year

To say that New Year’s Eve is a shit show is the biggest understatement of the year, and yes, that includes the whole tsunami thing. 

Buck rips his helmet off as he stumbles into the firehouse, his legs heavy like lead pillars as he trudges into the locker room. Beside him, Eddie drops onto the bench, his head hung low as he checks his phone. Christopher’s bright smile flashes across the screen as Eddie scrolls through the photos Carla must have sent him, and Buck sighs. 

He loves being a firefighter. Loves helping people and saving lives. It gives him a purpose bigger than just him, and on any other day, he’d work tirelessly without complaint. But tonight is New Years Eve, and he and Eddie had plans to spend it bringing in 2020 with Chris. 

Alas, party animals and house fires from errant fireworks have no regard for Buck and Eddie and Christopher’s NYE plans. When both their phones chirped with Cap’s emergency texts, all three of them groaned. 

Hen hangs up her jacket before bending over to tie her shoes, her movements sluggish. What’s the point of even getting out of their gear? If the rest of the night continues like it has been, they’ll be getting another call really soon.

The alarm blares, and Hen groans loudly before reaching for her jacket again. Maybe he jinxed it, or maybe he’s actually clairvoyant. Shit. Buck pats her shoulder, then takes Eddie by the elbow and helps him to his feet before the three of them file out toward the fire engine. 

“All right, everyone, look sharp,” Cap shouts over the blaring alarm, and Buck wonders if the man’s really half machine. How’s he so chirpy when he’s half way through a double shift? Is there some super sonic ultra coffee he’s sipping in his office that he’s not sharing with the rest of the team? “We got a PNB at a party downtown.” 

“Pulseless non-breather. My favourite,” Chim says with as much enthusiasm as he can muster, which is to say, not a whole lot, and Buck doesn’t even have the energy to mutter “mood.” 

They pile into the truck, and Cap takes the wheel. With the sirens blaring and lights flashing, they pull through the engine bay doors for what feels like the millionth time tonight. Eddie sits across from Buck and presses his knees against Buck’s. They share a tired smile, and Buck points at Eddie’s pocket with an expectant tilt of his chin. 

Eddie blinks for a second, then understanding dawns on him and he pulls his phone from his pocket. He passes it to Buck, and a little spark of warmth spreads from Buck’s chest as he unlocks the screen. Yup, that’s right, Eddie “I don’t trust anyone with anything” Diaz trusts Buck with his phone password. 

Buck flips through the photos Carla sent. In one Christopher is stuffing his face with a cupcake, in another he’s got he’s smiling with slitted eyes getting too damn close to the camera. The last one is Christopher holding up a drawing of two men in what looks like Picaso’s version of firefighter uniforms, and a little boy with crutches standing between them. The three of them are holding hands, and there’s fireworks going off in the background. 

Buck’s eyes sting, and he quickly turns off the screen before the sting turns into tears. Christopher is a goddamn gift, and anyone who thinks otherwise can fight him. 

He hands the phone back to Eddie, and they share a knowing look. Eddie’s knees squeeze Buck’s, and the delicious pressure conveys everything words doesn’t as they take a sharp turn and squeal to a stop. 

Eddie, Buck, and Cap hop out of the truck just as Hen and Chim rush past them, their emergency bus parked right behind the fire engine. There’s a small crowd under the neon sign of the club, and Hen pushes her way to the front, her fatigue forgotten as she crouches beside a young man on the ground. 

“He just stumbled out and collapsed,” a young woman in a short slinky dress says, her voice high-pitched with panic. “He looked dead and he wasn’t breathing. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You’re the one who called 9-1-1?” Buck glances at the phone clutched in her manicured hands. 

“Yeah.”

“You did everything you could,” he reassures her and squeezes her shoulder. “We’ll take over from here.” 

Hen checks the man’s airway, then moves back as Chim presses a mask over his mouth and nose. Buck knows the drill like he knows the back of his own eyelids. Two breathes, compression, check, repeat. This is the third PNB tonight, and they already had two cases of alcohol poisoning before ten pm. Buck appreciates a good party as much as the next guy, but this is getting a little ridiculous. 

He and Eddie are on crowd control as Cap, Chim, and Hen bring the young man around. Eventually, he sputters and rolls over and vomits all over the concrete sidewalk, and that breaks up the crowd of lookie-loos.

They help get the man onto a gurney and into the bus. Hen and Chim rush off toward the hospital, and Buck has one foot on the truck when movement in the corner of his eye gives him pause. He turns, and dread pool icy cold in his stomach. 

Halfway down the block, a group of rowdy drunkards shove a very, very pregnant lady out of the way. Buck watches, frozen in time, as she trips and falls, spilling the contents of the plastic bag hanging on her arm. 

Buck curses and runs toward her, shoulder checking the group of drunk men as he pushes through them. One guy makes a grab for him, but his gruff shout of “hey asshole” turns sharp and breathy as he yelps in pain. Buck glances over his shoulder and smirks with satisfaction; Cap’s got the asshole’s wrist in a vise grip as the rest of the group swerves out of the way. Serves him right. 

The satisfaction is short lived as he skids to a stop on his knees beside the pregnant lady, who’s gasping in pain as she clutches at her extremely round stomach. 

“Ma’am, ma’am—”

“Do I look like a goddamn ma’am to you?” the woman spits through gritted teeth. 

Buck scoffs, but doesn’t fight her on it. “My name is Evan Buckley. I’m with the LAPD. Can you get up?”  

She tries, then grimaces and falls back on her butt as her whole body curls in on itself. She shuts her eyes and breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth as if she’s done this before. 

“I…” she says, her voice strained. “I think I’m going into labour.”

Buck’s swallows as breathing becomes difficult, and he looks up at Eddie and Cap, who are standing a few feet away. 

“We’ll get you to the hospital as soon as possible—”

“No,” she gasps, “no you don’t understand. This is my third. When I say the kid’s coming, she’s fucking comi—oh fuck.” She squeezes Buck’s hand as a contraction wracks through her, and Buck tries to ignore the way his bones shift in her grip. It’s a long, agonizing God-knows-how-long before she lets go and says, “Should’ve known better than to wonder around this late at night.”

“What were you doing out this late anyway?” Buck asks as Cap and Eddie spread a blanket on the cold, concrete sidewalk. 

“Had a craving for fried chicken,” she responds sheepishly and shuffles onto the blanket just in time for another contraction to hit. 

Once over, and she lets go of Buck’s poor, cramped hand, she brushes a strand of hair from her sweaty brow and smiles at him. “I’m Lauren, by the way. Evan, was it?”

“You can call me Buck.”

“Buck, huh.” She purses her lips and tests the name a couple times. “I like it. Maybe I’ll name my kid after you, Buck.”

Buck looks horrified. “I thought you said it’s a girl?”

She grins and opens her mouth, but before she could respond, her face screws up and she lets out a string of curses as her hand wraps around Buck’s once more in a death grip. They don’t talk after that, with the contractions coming on fast and furious and if this goes on any longer he’s going to need a cast for his hand. Cap and Eddie talk her through it, but the lady knows what she’s doing. This is her third, after all. 

Another small crowd forms around them. Cap looks up from between her splayed legs and says, “Pus—”

“Fuck, she’s coming,” Lauren shouts.

Buck moves without thinking. Moves because every muscle in his body is trained to react. He reaches under her leg just as a soft head appears, and he catches the baby before the rest of her slides out. Lauren’s sharp cry turns into an exhausted gasp, then she collapses onto the ground. 

A thin, shrill cry erupts from the tiny little thing in Buck’s arms, and Buck wants to cry, too, with joy. He looks to Lauren, then freezes when he sees the pool of red beneath her. There’s so much blood. Too much blood. And Cap throws a bundle of blankets at Buck before shoving him and the baby out of the way. There’s shouting behind him. Hen and Chim come flying through with their duffles and life-saving equipment. 

Buck cleans the baby as best as he can, then wraps her up and sits on his ass as he watches, helpless. Lauren is awake, and she’s looking at her baby with so much love it brings more tears to Buck’s eyes. The world swims around the edges, and Buck clears his throat and snaps out of his stupor as he gingerly scooches over to Lauren. 

“She’s beautiful,” he croaks.

She reaches for her baby, and he hands her over, blood and mucus and all, and something in his chest bursts with so much warmth and hope and joy. Beside him, Cap pats his shoulder, mutters a “well done, son” before pushing to his feet. Buck swallows and tries to follow, but his legs don’t work, so he resigns to sitting on the cold concrete until Chim and Hen has Lauren and her baby up on a gurney. 

The crowd around them are chanting something, but Buck can’t make out the words as he watches Lauren and the baby get wheeled into the bus. She waves at him, and he waves back, dazed. 

A soft finger brushes Buck’s jaw, and he turns to the gentle touch to find Eddie’s honey brown eyes trained on him. His face is bathed in shifting colours, and there’s cheering all around them. Eddie’s jacket is covered in blood, his forehead damp with sweat, and there’s a small smear of dirt on the tip of his nose. He looks like a fucking mess, and Buck wouldn’t have him any other way. 

Eddie smiles that lopsided smile of his and chuckles. “What a way to bring in the new year, huh?”

Buck blinks. “What?”

“Did you miss the countdown?” 

“Incase you didn’t notice, I was a little preoccupied,” Buck huffs indignantly.

Eddie’s eyes soften, and his smile loses its playful mockery. “Yeah, you were busy falling in love.”

Buck’s instinct was to deny it, but the sincere look in Eddie’s eyes stops him. “I was, a little, wasn’t I?”

“Maybe, in the future when we’re more...you know, ready…” Eddie worries at his bottom lip as a faint blush colours the apples of his cheeks. “We can adopt a little girl. Chris has always wanted a little sister.”

Buck stares at Eddie, and the implications of his words, the hidden meaning between the lines, knocks the breath out of him. “Are you? Is that a—because if you’re fucking with me right now, Edmundo Diaz, I’m going to fucking kick your ass.” 

“Fuck, Ev, yes.” Eddie laughs and gets down on one knee. He pulls a little velvet box from his pocket and pops it open, revealing a simple silver band. “Evan Buckley, the source of all my migraines, the devil on my son’s shoulder, the man who fills my waking thoughts and plagues my dreams, the man who stole my heart and keeps it safe, who’s always got my back. You are the love of my life, the pillar that holds me up and gives me strength, will you make me the happiest man and do me the honour of becoming my husband?” 

The crowd around them quiets even as the fireworks continue to shower psychedelic lights over the streets of LA. Eddie’s earnest face is open, vulnerable, so full of sincerity and love. And all that is because of Buck. For Buck, and the tiny little “yes” tumbles from his lips so fast he can hardly catch his breath. Eddie’s shoulders sag and he lets out a relieved chuckle, then scrambles back onto his feet and slips the ring on Buck’s finger. 

They stand forehead to forehead with grime and muck and blood and who knows what else stuck on their uniforms, and seal the deal with a searing kiss. 

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[cherishingstydia]

It’s You

After a call at a local restaurant a beautiful red haired woman approached Buck.

“Evan?” She gasped.

“Hey Gina is that you?” Buck smiled.

“Yep.” Gina smiled.

“What brings you to LA?”

“I want to be an actress,but I’m mostly waiting tables. I’ve just had some smaller parts here and there, but I love it.” Gina said.

“That’s great. Well nice seeing ya.” Buck waved.

“Here’s my card maybe we can catch up later.” Gina smiled passing Buck her number looking him up and down.

After this little meeting the entire 118, well minus Eddie was encouraging him to ask her out. Then Chimney told Maddie, and she started bombarding Buck with texts.

After the shift Buck was over at Eddies and Maddie called. Buck left the kitchen and took the call in the livingroom.

“Evan you were crazy about her all of senior year. Nows you’re chance. Besides it’s time you get back out there.” Maddie blurted.

“Well hello to you too.” Buck scoffed. “Just drop it that was 10 years ago. I’m not interested in her anymore.”

Buck hung up the phone and walked to the kitchen and leaned on the counter next to Eddie.

“Everything ok?” Eddie bit his lip.

“I just-can’t people mind their own buisness. Why does everyone care so much about my dating life. I’m already interested in someone not that it’s anyone’s business.” Buck rambled.

“Oh.” Eddie nodded.

Buck leaned over to whisper into Eddies ear.

“It’s you.”

“What?” Eddie gulped.

“It’s you.” Buck smiled. “You’re the reason I haven’t been out in so long. No one even comes close to the way I feel with you.”

“That’s why I don’t pester you about dating because the thought of pushing you to someone else drives me insane. I’ve tried to play along, but I can’t get the words out.” Eddie sighed.

“Can I kiss you?” Buck blushed.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Eddie grinned pulling Buck closer before kissing him.

“So how do you wanna do this?” Buck asked.

“Buck we aren’t having sex yet.” Eddie laughed.

“No. I mean like are we gonna tell people or keep it a secret?”

“I want the world to know you’re mine, but I don’t wanna deal with everyone at work in our buisness. So secret for now?” Eddie smiled.

“Secret relationships can be kinda hot.” Buck grinned.

A few days later on a shift the pestering began. Eddie wanted to join in and give Buck a hard time too, but he knew that it might seem weird.

“Ok everyone just shut up. Ok? I’m already seeing someone. It’s not Gina tho.”

“Oooh dish.” Chimney said.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Maddie.” Buck laughed.

“Come on Buck!” Hen begged.

“It’s new and I don’t wanna jinx it. I might have found the one.”

Eddie nearly choked on the water he was drinking. Buck shot him a little grin.

With everyone so busy gossiping they didn’t even realize Buck and Eddie had slipped away to the Bunk room.

“So why don’t you tell me about this person you’re dating.” Eddie said pushing Buck against the wall.

“Hey I though we agreed no hooking up at work .” Buck laughed.

“Some rules are meant to be broken.” Eddie whispered.

“He’s kind, incredibly sexy, great sense of humor, great cook,and his boyfriend damn he’s really good looking.” Buck laughed before spinning Eddie around and now pinning him against the wall.

“Yeah he is.” Eddie licked his lips before kissing Buck hard.

“This is a bad idea.” Buck said.

“Really?” Eddie whispered.

“I love bad ideas.” Buck smirked.

Before anything else happened the alarm went off breaking up their secret little rendezvous.

Later that night Chris was staying at Abuelas so Eddie was coming over to stay the night at Bucks.

“What?” Buck asked.

“I’m just thinking?” Eddie replied.

“I messed this up didn’t I?” Buck groaned.

“Did you mean it. About thinking I could be the one?”

“I’m sorry I know it’s too soon for that , but when you know you know. Eddie I fell in love with you the moment I met you. I tried to push the feelings away. I tried being mean,but instead we became best friends and now it’s more and I....I’m sorry I’ll shut up now.”Buck said looking at the floor.

“Hey. I’m not mad. How could I be when I feel the same way.” Eddie smirked.

“Oh.” Buck whispered.

“You disappointed or something?” Eddie laughed.

“No just all this seems so unrealistic...like a dream it seems too good to be true.” Buck sighed.

“Ouch!” Buck jumped as Eddie pinched his thigh.

“See not a dream.” Eddie grinned.

They heard a knock. Buck opened the door to Maddie.

“Hey! Oh sorry I forgot about your date.” Maddie saw Eddie on the couch. “So you’re really just hanging out with Eddie? So you made up the relationship?” Maddie scoffed.

Buck opened his mouth,but no words would come out.

Maddie gasped. “It’s Eddie?! I knew you two were into eachother.”

“Mads don’t tell anyone. Including Chim.” Buck said.

“I promise they’ll all be ok with it.” Maddie said.

“That’s not it. We want one thing for a bit privacy ok. We’re gonna tell soon,but we want it just us...and I guess now you a little longer.” Buck said.

“Fine.” Maddie smiled. “ I am happy for you guys.”

“Thanks.” Eddie nodded from the couch.

“Thank you and I love you and Bye.” Buck said nearly pushing Maddie out the door.

The next shift Buck entered the station and the whole team erupted in laughter. Buck ignored it. Ten minutes later once he was all changed he joined the group and sat next to Eddie. Everyone still seemed to be laughing.

“Maddie told you! Ugh I thought maybe me and Eddies buisness could be private at least for a little bit.” Buck groaned.

“Maddie didn’t tell me anything, but I think you just did.” Chimney said cracking up.

“What? I didn’t say anything....shut up:” Buck blushed.

“Guess the secrets out.” Eddie hopped up off the couch grabbing Buck and kissing him.

“DIAZ! BUCKLEY! A word.” Bobby crossed his arms.

“Hey Cap look I’m sorry, but-” Eddie said before Bobby cut him off.

“You’re not in trouble. I’m happy for you two. We just need to fill out some paperwork since you two are in a relationship.” Bobby smiled.

“Pay up everyone!” Hen yelled

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[jimindee]

✧ Famous ✧

part twenty-two: Keep My Hands On You

pairing: jimin x jungkook

genre: fluff, written, romance, implied smut, boyxboy

warnings: mature content(?) and my best attempt at describing a six day long gcf in tokyo.

word count: 14.7k

a/n: I was originally going to have there be a full smut scene in here, but this has taken way too long to post so I’ll probably write smut as a bonus when the story’s over/near it’s end. Also peep the short rundown if you don’t wanna read all of this.

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The car ride to the airport was short, thankfully not giving the car a chance to fill with an awkward silence. Jimin spent the ride looking out the window, watching the city pass him by as he tried to sort out his thoughts and feelings for Jungkook. But he still can’t shake the feeling that the younger will never see him like that.

Jungkook pulls up in front of the airport’s entrances, people rushing in and out of cars quickly. What caught Jimin’s attention was the sight of his best friend patiently waiting for them with a big, goofy, box smile on his face. The blonde steps out of the car and walks over to Taehyung with a questioning look, leaving Jungkook to get both their suitcases. “Tae, what are you doing here? Also next time you empty out my closet give me a heads up please. Joon’s been annoyed with me taking his clothes for the past few days.” Taehyung laughs as he brings his best friend in for a tight hug, “Okay yeah I promise I’ll warn you next time.” They pull away, Taehyung’s warm smile never fading. “I had to keep this a surprise though so it couldn’t be helped.”

A loud whistle was heard before a pair of keys was being thrown in their direction. Luckily, Taehyung caught them before it could smack him and Jimin in the face. “Thanks for doing this, Tae. And sorry about making you take the bus here so you could drive my car back.” Jungkook looks over at Jimin, “Let’s get inside so we don’t miss our flight, Chim.” Jimin could see the twinkle and warmth in the younger’s eyes and swore it was the same look of care and adoration he always looked at Jungkook with, but that was impossible. After all, it was Jungkook who made it clear that the kiss in Saipan should be forgotten and their relationship should strictly be a friendship.

“No problem at all, Kook. Have fun guys! Be safe and let me know when you land in Japan.” Jungkook and Jimin were pulled in for one more tight hug before hurrying off inside the airport.

The process of getting their bags labeled and checked was rushed and full of anxiety since Jungkook was sure they were going to be late. Jimin spent that time trying to calm down and reassure him, but also payed attention to Jungkook’s every move and took notice of his new hair color. He must’ve dyed his hair back to black before he picked me up. The thirty minutes of processing was filled with Jimin’s laughter and calming voice to help ease an anxious and fidgety Jungkook.

Finally when it was over they took a deep breath before Jimin noticed the tight grip Jungkook had on the strap of his duffle bag that was slug around his shoulders. “Kookie, why the death grip?” he laughs. “You trying to smuggle something out of the country?” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Oh my god Jimin no. Please don’t joke like that in an airport, they’ll kick us out just for being suspicious.” He still sounded stressed, but he visibly relaxed when Jimin continued to act like himself and let his humor show.

“Actually,” Jungkook unzips his duffle bag and pulls out a camera. “I wanna film our little getaway. It’s a very special birthday trip and I want to make sure we never forget it.” Jimin eyes the camera and hums. “Alright sounds good to me!” The biggest smile etches it’s way onto Jungkook’s face. “But first, I really need to use the bathroom!” The blonde takes off towards the bathrooms, not noticing the fond smile on Jungkook’s face as he slowly follows his hyung.

A relieved bladder and a pair of washed hands later, the two friends stood in front of a big mirror on the bathroom’s wall. As Jungkook starts up his camera to get a quick before clip of their six day trip, Jimin pulls his black Thrasher hoodie’s hood over the black cap he was already wearing and pulls the sweatshirt’s strings, enclosing the hood around his face. “Just stare at the mirror for like five seconds and then we gotta dash.” Jimin laughs, “So just act normal, got it.” So that’s exactly what they did, the two of them barely able to contain their laughter at how awkward they thought they looked. “Okay we have five minutes, let’s blast.”

“No, Kookie, it’s not ‘let’s blast’ it’s gotta blast.” Jungkook grabs Jimin’s wrist and drags Jimin out of the bathroom and they make a b-line to the woman waiting for the last few people to show their ticket and board. “Yes Jimin I know, but it wouldn’t have made sense if I said it like that so I-what are you trying to do?” “Well I’m trying to get my passport out of my pocket but you won’t let go of me so your hand is coming with me.” He looks up at Jungkook and wiggles his eyebrows again, “What’d you think I was doing?”

Jungkook let’s go of Jimin and pushes him forward, bringing his camera back up to his face so he can film the rest of their (speed) walk onto the plane. With two minutes left before the scheduled departure, the pair made it to the walkway that led to their plane-Jungkook still filming Jimin. Forgetting that he was still being filmed, Jimin turns around to figure out why the younger wasn’t next to him. Once he sees the camera he breaks into a funny walk with a smile on his face-almost skipping his way onto the plane.

It’s easy for them to find their seats since there are only two empty seats left. Jungkook tried to avoid all eye contact since he feels like they’re the ones holding up the plane even though there were still last minute preparations and loading that needed to be done. Jimin on the other hand walked with confident strides, chin up, and smile on his face as he continued to lead the way. When they get to their seats, Jimin makes sure to give Jungkook the window seat knowing that the younger would feel most comfortable out of view from all the strangers around them and being able to take in the view of the sky.

And that’s exactly why he did. Once the plane was in the air Jungkook’s face and his camera were pressed up against the window which brought out that smile that Jimin seems to have specially reserved for Jungkook. He recorded the beautiful pillow like clouds passing them by before putting his camera away back in his duffle bag. The two hours seemed to go by quickly on the plane. The pair talked amongst themselves for a while before Jimin fell asleep on the younger’s shoulder-Jungkook following suit soon after. It’s only when one of the female flight attendants lightly shake them awake that they notice they’ve finally landed.

They rub the sleep out of their eyes before getting up with their carry-on bags and shuffling out of the plane and into the airport with the rest of the passengers. Jimin had to take the lead for a good fifteen minutes and took them over to baggage claim since Jungkook was still a little disoriented from waking up and then suddenly having to walk around in a noisy building with people rushing and pushing past him from all directions. Though they weren’t in the airport for long since Jimin’s cheetah print suitcase stands out like a sore thumb amidst all the solid, dark colored suitcases.

By the time they had all their luggage back and stepped outside into the chilly two in the morning air, Jungkook was back to full consciousness and fished out his camera as Jimin focused on hailing a taxi.

When one finally stopped for them Jungkook slipped into the back seat and told the driver which hotel they were staying in as Jimin quite literally threw their luggage into the trunk. Once he was situated in the car and closed the door, the driver took off. The boys are use to what city night life looks like since they live in Seoul, but since it’s a whole other country, they can’t help but look at the passing buildings, cars, and beautifully lit bridges in awe. Jungkook makes sure to record it all, not wanting to forget anything they see the whole time they’re in Tokyo—including all the funny faces Jimin keeps making.

The boy’s relentless really. How is Jungkook suppose to keep a steady hand recording if he’s constantly laughing at every little face and gesture Jimin makes on and off camera?

Jungkook pays the driver once they make it to the hotel and he so kindly helps Jimin and Jungkook take their luggage out of his car since he was worried they’d scratch up the taxi after the throwing luggage fiasco he witnessed from Jimin. They took note of how sweet everyone seemed to be and could already tell they’re going to enjoy their stay. Then again, these people are getting payed to be kind, but they appreciate it nonetheless. And for once Jimin and Jungkook were thankful that their parents had made them learn Japanese when they were younger. They’re not fluent per se, but they knew enough to be able to have conversations for the next six days with people they’ll encounter.

They got their key cards once they checked in under Jungkook’s name and two men escorted them up the elevator to the twentieth floor and to their room to help with their bags and suitcases. The men left as soon as the door was unlocked and Jimin went speechless. Jungkook has booked them a suite at the hotel and it was absolutely beautiful. After closing the door behind them, the two wondered around their huge room to check it out.

The entire suite had deep-pile carpets and big floor-to-ceiling windows which gave them the perfect view of the city. From the door, venturing forward leads them to the dining area with a table able to sit ten people and a big open, spacious balcony letting them look out onto the hotel’s garden, a lake, and a view of some of the surrounding buildings. Down the right hallway from the front door leads them first to the kitchen and second to the living room which has a door connecting it to the dinning room. An abstract painting hung on the wall above a short dresser that held magazines, books, and remotes. Next to that and behind the couch stood a grand piano, shining in all its glory. There’s a long comfortable looking couch with a glass coffee table in front of it that had a bowl of red roses as the center piece. Two couch chairs, one on each side, were placed on either side of the couch. In front of the coffee table was a foot rest and a large flat screen TV, five large floor-to-ceiling windows stood behind it. To the right of the room was was an opened space second living room that had couches and chairs facing windows and a telescope in the left corner.

Venturing right from the front door leads them to the work out room and an office with a TV to the left of the room. To the right leads to the hallway containing the luxurious bathroom, the dressing room, and the bedroom. The bedroom has five big windows coating the walls, a huge flatscreen TV facing the king sized bed, and a love seat placed next to a wooden coffee table that had yellow flowers as a center piece. The bedroom was spacious and the entire suite was beyond expectations of what Jimin had imagined. When Jungkook said he’d spoil Jimin, he wasn’t kidding.

However, a small problem came to mind as Jungkook and Jimin ran around the suite, star struck at everything they saw. In all honesty it didn’t really make sense since their houses back in Seoul are pretty much the same and more. But the problem that Jungkook found was that there was only one bed. He could’ve sworn that he saw two beds when looking at the room online, but after seeing how perfect it was, he may have let that small detail escape him.

“Jungkookie, oh my god. You-I...what? I can’t even speak right now! This place is beautiful!” Jimin tackles Jungkook onto the bed in the biggest bear hug the younger has ever encountered. “Thank you thank you thank you!” Jungkook looks down at the blonde and smiles brightly, satisfied with how happy Jimin looks. “I said I’d spoil you right? I thought about it and I had to decide on flying first class but then staying in regular hotel rooms, or flying coach but getting to stay here for six days. Obviously I chose the latter.” Jimin finally releases him and stands up, pulling Jungkook with him.

“But there is one problem that I guess I didn’t think about.” Jimin cocks his head to the side, beyond confused with how anything in this place could be considered a problem. Well maybe the price, but that was an interrogation meant for later and not at almost three thirty in the morning. “I didn’t realize that there’s only one bed. I could’ve sworn I saw two but I guess not. I mean I don’t mind sleeping on one of the hundreds of couches this place has. They’re all huge and look really comfy.”

“So what? I don’t really care about that, Kookie. It’s not like we haven’t fallen asleep cuddled next to each other on one of the couches in the crackden like a hundred times. Just share the bed with me. As long as you don’t push me off the bed in the middle of the night, I’m okay with it.” Jimin smiles up sweetly at him, still in amazement with the spontaneous birthday trip in general. “You know, that started off really sweet and cute until you mentioned the crackden. I still don’t understand why you call your basement slash man cave room ‘the crackden.’ Someone’s actually gonna think you’re on crack and call the cops on you one day.”

“It’s all good, someone’s already done that.” Jungkook’s eyes widen at that. “Wait what?” “Yeah some people heard us planning a party and we mentioned the crackden. They wound up calling the cops on us. Two of our friends who work down at the station had to explain to everyone, and that bitch who reported us, that we aren’t hardcore druggies and are just talking about our ‘special fun room’ in our house. They really didn’t make it sound any better but Joon, Tae, and I didn’t spend the night in jail so that was cool.” It never ceases to amaze Jungkook how Jimin can honestly say things like that with a straight face.

“Anywho, let’s get changed and go back to sleep. Knowing you, we probably have something I’d love to do planned. And that’s gonna take a lot of energy since I’m fast paced and wanna see everything.” Jungkook laughs and follows Jimin into the dressing room where they left their suitcases and other bags. “You’re right, I’m gonna be dead tired by the end of the second day. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to hold out the six days we’re here.” When Jimin hears this he stops mid way of taking off his shirt. “Wait, we’re here for six days!?”

“Oh did I forget to tell you that? Yeah we’re here from today, the ninth, to mid day of the fourteenth.” “I don’t know man. You sure you’ll be able to live with me for that long?” They go back to changing while continuing their conversation. “I’ve lasted three and a half months seeing you everyday haven’t I? I think I’ll be okay for the next six days.”

When they finish getting dressed and going through their own nightly routines, they turn off the lights and jump into bed, letting the moon light be their only source of light in their dark room. They lay on their sides under the duvet facing each other. They both want to say a million different things, but hold back, still trying to figure out what their boundaries are now. It’s different now. They just went through their first argument, over a relationship Jimin was about to start no less, and somehow they act as if it never happened. They went straight back to acting like their normal selves—as much as they could anyway.

“So what do you have planned for our little getaway? I need to figure out what I’ll be wearing for the week. Unless you want me to walk around in my silk PJs for the whole trip. Ooh maybe I should throw on my lacy lingerie!” Jimin smirks in a suggestive way, finding it adorable how Jungkook blushed as soon as the words came out. He couldn’t stand the tension that was starting to build again, so he said the first thing to come to mind. “Relax, Kookie. I highly doubt—okay maybe not highly—but I doubt Tae packed it.” Knowing Taehyung and how he knows about Jimin’s crush on Jungkook, he wouldn’t be surprised if his best friend packed the lingerie Jimin received as a joke from Namjoon last year on his birthday.

“Wait so that means you—wait that’s not important.” Jungkook clears his throat and tries his best to answer Jimin’s question. “Well I figured that when we wake up in a few hours, we’d spend the day going on a shopping spree so we don’t have to rush on the last day buying whatever we want. Then tomorrow you can pick anything you want to do. I’ll go along with anything except for something that can get us arrested.” Jungkook gives Jimin a warning look, knowing how the blonde loves to do mischievous activities that can in some cases have a good chance in getting them into a lot of trouble. “Then on day three we can go spend the day at Disneyland, day four we can go to the Bake-neko Halloween Parade since I know how much you love spooky season and parades or festivals. Day five is your birthday so I figured we’d go visit this famous night club not too far from here, and finally our last day can be spent doing some last minute sight seeing and shopping if you want to.”

Jimin stares at Jungkook absolutely surprised at how much thought and planning the younger’s put into this trip. That signature gorgeous eye smile makes its way onto Jimin’s face as he tells Jungkook how perfect everything sounds. “Alright let’s go to sleep it’s like four o’clock already.”

“Okay, goodnight, Kookie,” Jimin lazily says as he finally feels his eyelids become heavy. “Goodnight Jiminie, sweet dreams.” And that’s how they fall asleep, smiles on their faces and barely any space in between them.

Jimin’s first to wake up, realizing it’s already ten in the morning. But he was so warm and comfortable that he really didn’t want to move. That was until he realized why he was so warm and comfortable. At some point as they slept, they wound up cuddling, Jimin’s arms wrapped securely around Jungkook and face buried into the back of the younger’s neck, legs tangled together, and Jungkook leaning into Jimin. Crap crap crap crap!

Jimin carefully untangles himself from the younger, trying his best to get out of bed without waking up the sleeping Jungkook next to him. It’s safe to say he fails since once he stands up Jungkook groans and wakes up. “Jimin?” Jimin won’t deny it, that morning voice just made him feel some kind of way. “Yeah I’m right here, Kook. I’m gonna go take a shower so we can officially start our day.” And just like that he leaves to the bathroom.

Jungkook rubs the sleep out of his eyes and walks over to his duffle bag full of cameras, SD cards, tripods, and other equipment. He pulls out a random camera not really caring if he has to try and figure out what the actual timeline of their trip is later. That’s future Jungkook’s problem. He stretches his arms and back out before writing a quick note letting Jimin know he’s going up to the roof to get a shot of the city, just in case Jimin comes out of the shower suddenly and worries about his missing travel buddy. He slips on his sandals and drags himself up out of their room and to the elevator. Up we go I guess.

As he steps onto the roof he curses not bringing his sunglasses with him because of how bright it is outside. I guess it’s better than rain, he thinks to himself. Finally turning on his camera, he records the beautiful view in front of him, now starting to be a little less cranky.

Figuring that two minutes worth of footage is enough, he goes back inside and slips back into his room. The sound of water running can be heard from the front door so he makes his way to the kitchen to find some fruit to eat for a light breakfast since he wants to be able to go to the bathroom to shower and do his regular morning routine as soon as Jimin gets out. Fifteen minutes later and it’s finally Jungkook’s turn to use the bathroom and get ready.

As Jungkook pulls on his adidas sneakers—matching with his outfit of a thin green hoodie and blue jeans—Jimin pulls on his black leather jacket over a black t-shirt, going along with black jeans and his black bucket hat. Once his jacket is zipped all the way up, his bag he always carries with him is slung over his shoulders, and his thick black rimmed glasses are on his face, the pair make their way to the elevators to start their day.

Jungkook’s already filming by the time the elevator’s doors close. As the elevator makes its way down to the lobby, he films himself through the security camera footage and messes around, dancing and throwing up peace signs, Jimin completely unaware. Once they’re out of the building, they hail a taxi and drive further into the city.

They walk the busy streets, looking around at all the stores that cover the sidewalk. Jimin complains multiple times about how Jungkook should be walking with him and not behind him. But when Jungkook preaches it’s for the science of filmography, Jimin gives up. Hearing big words reminds him of how much of a pain it is to argue with Namjoon and is pointless in the end. So in order to make up for it, Jimin acts like his normal self. He tells a bunch of jokes he learned from Jin, tells some more chaotic and funny stories from before he and Jungkook had met, and makes silly faces at the camera whenever Jungkook shoved it in his face. Jungkook’s favorite part of it all was how Jimin would break out into weirdly funny dances whenever people passing by weren’t looking. There was one point where the blonde started doing the running man when a group of girls jogging passed them.

It felt like they were walking around laughing and making fun of mannequins for hours until they finally came across a store who’s shopping window peaked Jimin’s interest.

They walk in and Jimin falls in love with the look of the place. The store has high ceilings, bright lights, mirrors decorating almost every wall in the store, and it had a futuristic look that Jimin absolutely adored. An employee greets them and takes them upstairs to the men’s section of the store. Jimin makes conversation with the man immediately, complimenting the store like said employee was the architect who designed the place.

Jimin and Jungkook tell the man what their favored style and colors are when they step off the escalator and watch as the man ventures further into the store telling the two of them to wait there. While waiting for the emolyee to return, Jimin continues his usual antics and this time makes Jungkook dance with him while staring at themselves in the mirror. Jimin said to pretend like they were their favorite Kpop artists and did their own random dance play to kill time.

Finally getting embarrassed that the store now has this weird footage of them dancing, Jungkook stops dancing and tells Jimin to do a sexy pose for the camera. “Do a sexy pose, Jiminie!” The blonde takes his hat off and runs his small hands through his soft blonde hair, making eye contact with Jungkook and the camera as he gives them a hard and intimidating look claiming to be the God of Models.

The employee makes his way back to the pair and gives them several articles of clothing that seemed to match their style and tells them where to go in the store if they want to find more. Leaving them to it, the man makes his way back down the escalator to wait to assist another potential customer.

They try on a bunch of different clothes, even dance with some which gained some odd looks from employees searching for articles of clothing that needed to be refolded or put back in their place. Jimin acted like a runway model and asked for Jungkook’s opinion the whole time. “Jungkookie, turn off the camera since I’m picking shoes out next.” “Why does that matter?” Jimin looks down and walks towards the shoes as he replies in pout, “Because I don’t want people to see how small my feet are.”

They spent four hours shopping and dancing in that one store, walking out with ten big, full bags. They hit a few more stores as they walk—more like strut—down the streets that aren’t as busy as they were earlier since the sun was starting to go down. They went to stores like Fendi and Gucci to find more clothes for themselves and even some for the gang back home.

After being completely drained from shopping, they decide to casually roam the streets and walk across bridges, just enjoying the scenery and taking pictures. They get back to the hotel around ten thirty at night and drop their twenty bags of clothing and shoes in the dressing room before changing into PJs and ordering room service so they don’t fall asleep on an empty stomach. They ordered stake, sushi, and other foods that they wanted to try or already knew they loved. Jimin wanted to stay up and talk with Jungkook again like they had previously done, but the two of them were so tired that once their heads hit the pillows they fell asleep.

They somehow woke up to them cuddling, very confused on how it happened again. "Kookie I think you need to be educated on what personal space is. Every time I wake up you're all over me!" Jimin jokes as he laughs that angelic laugh that makes Jungkook swoon every time. "You're the one who needs to learn what personal space is, Jimin. You're the one who's hugging me and pulling me into you." Jimin rolls his eyes, perfectly aware that he's acting as the big spoon at the moment. He hugs Jungkook tighter and snuggles his head into the younger's neck, wanting to savor the domestic moment that he knows will never be his norm. Jungkook laughs and squirms, the action tickling him and also enjoying the moment that really shouldn't be happening, but you won't catch him complaining.

Jimin sighs before releasing Jungkook and getting up. "Alright let's get ready and head out! I wanna go around and try out a bunch of restaurants for my next video when we go back to Korea."

"So I guess we shouldn't eat breakfast before heading out?" Jungkook readjusts the covers around him since he knows Jimin's going to occupy the bathroom first again.

"I mean we'll most likely be experiencing hard core food comas by the end of the day so if you wanna speed up the process go for it." They laugh and Jimin ducks and dodges the pillow that was hurled at him. "You okay with that being the plan for the day?"

Jungkook lazily smiles up at Jimin, "Of course. I said that today we do whatever you want." Jimin looked like he wanted to say something, but he bit his tongue and made his way to the bathroom to shower and go through his morning routine.

Jimin through on an outfit that’s basically identical to yesterday’s outfit. The only difference being that the black t-shirt he’s wearing today has the words ‘All Is Good’ plastered on the front of the shirt over a black and white picture of some random guy that Jimin knows nothing about. Jungkook wore camo-printed jeans and an over sized black long sleeve shirt.

Their second day in Japan is quite tranquil compared to yesterday and definitely will be the most calm out of all the days they’ll be spending in Japan. The pair went out to fifteen different restaurants and cafés, trying anything that looked good. Jungkook recorded everything for the both of them and Jimin’s video is basically going to be like twenty different muckbangs in one video. Their favorite restaurant of the day was a place called Red Rock. It was comfy and western looking, had delicious food, and the alcohol from the bar was just how Jimin liked it.

Speaking of which, Jimin was not kidding when he said they would go into a food coma by the end of the day. Jungkook and Jimin could barely walk straight and were absolutely exhausted. It was only nine thirty when they got back to their room, but they figured going to sleep early for once would be a good thing since they have an early morning and exciting day planned for day three.

“Why don’t we shower tonight so we don’t have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn just to have a chance of leaving on time,” Jungkook offers. In his goody state—the blonde agrees and more than once tried pulling Jungkook into the shower with him. Don’t misunderstand, Jungkook would love to feed into his temptations, but his shyness and nerves seem to keep him from them. Only a fool would pass up a chance like this! Jungkook thinks to himself. Well based on how I’ve been acting lately, I should probably change my name to boo boo the fool.

Two hot showers later, the two YouTubers slip under the covers of their bed, not even bothering to leave any space between each other since they’ll most likely wake up cuddled up again.

“Night, Jimin.”

“Goodnight, Jungkookie.”

The two of them almost immediately doze off, an unusual act for the two nocturnal boys. But before sleep fully took them away from reality, Jimin shifted to cuddle up into Jungkook’s arms since he figured worst case scenario is both of them acting oblivious the the action in the morning.

Jungkook’s six thirty in the morning alarm startles Jimin awake, groaning into the crook of Jungkook’s neck, really not wanting to get up now or any time soon. Jungkook wakes up right after, continuously tapping at his phone screen with his eyes still closed, hoping that he was somewhere near the ‘stop’ button, and waits for the sound of death that people call an alarm to cease. The pair force themselves to get out of bed and to at least start eating breakfast. Jimin never stops hugging the younger, determined to steal all his body heat and continue their very cute cuddling session.

Jungkook is beyond excited to spend their entire day at Disneyland and go on all the rides Jimin wanted. He was especially excited because now he was going to an amusement park with someone who liked rides and roller coasters just as much as he did. Unlike Hoseok and Yoongi who don't care for roller coasters or rides in general, Jimin loves them and the thrill and rush of adrenaline that comes with them.

They both dress in black, Jimin wearing his leather jacket again, and wearing his cap on his head instead of his bucket hat. Jungkook wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, staying true to his favorite style.

"Jungkookie~" Jimin whines. "I wanna go back to bed, just one more hour please!" The blonde is still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes, but the effects of last night's food coma were still going strong. "If we want to get on any rides we have to leave soon, so no going back to sleep." Jimin pouts, hating how the younger won't listen to him. But Jungkook being the whipped sucker he is caves in due to the gaze of a pouting Jimin, "Okay fine, ten minutes and then we're out!"

Jimin drags Jungkook back to their room and tackles him onto their bed. "Wha-Jimin what are you doing!?" The blonde wraps Jungkook's arms around him and tucks his head into Jungkook's neck. "You need to relax too, Kookie. Ten minutes, that's all." The younger relaxes into the embrace and takes his phone out of his pocket. He sets a ten minute timer and makes a quiet call for an Uber, just before drifting off again himself.

Once the alarm goes off, both of the boy's eyes snap open and they give off an annoyed groan because now they really do need to leave since their Uber will be outside any minute. They untangled themselves and Jimin let's the younger stage him around the room, to the elevator, through the lobby, and into the car that had just pulled up for them. Jungkook, being the only responsible—and most importantly awake—of the two at the moment, made sure to grab his camera and Jimin's bag before leaving.

"Let's grab breakfast at a café near the park and then go on some rides. That sound good to you?" Jimin lazily nodded his head in response. He was finally waking up due to the brisk morning air and getting some hot coffee from a café didn't sound bad at all.

A twenty minute car ride full of laughter later and they stood outside the café. "I want coffee! If I can't have food, I at least must have coffee!" Jimin demanded. "Who said anything about you not having food? I legit said we're here to eat breakfast." The older ignores Jungkook’s remark and walks inside, already completely in love with the cute little café. It's almost eight in the morning so it’s not unbelievably crowded like it will be in half an hour to an hour. Jimin goes and claims a table in the corner of the café while Jungkook orders them coffee, buttered toast, eggs and ham, and a small salad.

The younger goes over to Jimin and claims the seat in front of him. After carefully putting their bags to the side, Jungkook looks up to Jimin and eyes the blonde as he plays Mario Kart on his phone. “You know, you’re weird.” Jimin looks up from his phone, utterly confused and then pissed since the call out had made him get third place instead of first in his game. “Well isn’t that just the nicest thing to say to someone who’s birthday is in two days,” Jimin says sarcastically as he goes back to his game to replay another cleared stage. “No I just mean-” Jimin cuts him off before he can even start. “It’s fine, Jungkook, I’ve been called a lot worse. We’ve been knew that I’m weird.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook whines, getting the attention of the older. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it! I just meant that you’re appearance and personality don’t match at all.” The blonde turns off his phone and gives his full attention to the younger, wanting to see how far Jungkook will take this. “Oh?”

“I mean, you look like this cute, little, soft fluff ball who can do no harm and do no wrong.” A very light blush dusts Jimin’s cheeks at hearing this. If Jungkook was right next to him, Jimin definitely would’ve hit him out of embarrassment. “But in reality, you’re a chaotic little nuisance who loves to start trouble, destroy property, go to parties, drink gallons of alcohol, and talk about the government and its corrupt ways.” Jimin bellows out a loud hearty laugh when Jungkook describes him to a T. Then a petite woman comes over to their table with their coffees saying that their food will be out momentarily.

“But,” Jungkook starts, reaching his hand out across the table to play with Jimin’s small fingers as he speaks. “One thing that does match up is how caring you are. You’d do anything or drop anything for anyone you care about. You’re protective beyond belief of Taehyung and Namjoon-” “And you.” Jimin cuts in. The black-haired man looks up confused. “I’d do all that for you too. Not to mention that I’m probably a little too protective of you too. Joon constantly teases me about it.” They both smile warmly at each other before Jungkook takes his hand away since their food was finally brought out to them. “Anyway, you get my point.” Jimin hums in response already missing the feeling of Jungkook hold his hand in some way.

They take their time eating since they don’t expect there to be hour long waits as soon as they get there—the park just opened a minute ago. Breakfast was filled with more laughs and, this time, no cameras. The younger figured that he has enough footage of Jimin eating in Japan that he doesn’t need this moment too. However, before they leave he does quickly take pictures of the café because he loves how aesthetically pleasing it was.

After paying, the pair took a ten minute walk to Disneyland and planned out which rides they wanted to go on first. “Splash Mountain should be the first thing we go on so I know you’re fully awake and won’t fall out of one of the rides we go on later,” Jungkook teases. “Oh ha ha very funny,” the blonde rolls his eyes. “Let’s go to the gift shop now so we don’t have to worry about it later?” They came to an agreement and spent about twenty minutes in the gift shop after entering the park.

The two YouTubers looked around at cute little trinkets, toys, and stuffed animals to buy and bring back to Korea for their friends and themselves. Jimin, as usual, almost got them kicked out because he wanted to play American football with a porcelain Mickey Mouse piggy bank. In the end though, they wound up buying matching key chains and bracelets for the crew, two Minnie Mouse plushies (one for Taehyung and one for Hoseok), three one hundred stickers packs for Yoongi, a cheap Mickey Mouse watch for Seokjin, and three twenty page children’s books for Namjoon. Jimin couldn’t wait to see Yoongi and Seokjin’s reactions to their gifts since one is grumpy and high maintenances and the other is just plain spoiled and high maintenanced. And he already knows that Namjoon will greatfully accept the three children’s books and save them to use as a weapon to beat Jimin’s ass the next time they get into a fight.

“Alright to Splash Mountain we go!” Jungkook takes the gift bags and stuffs them into his book bag he brought with him and follows the map and signs to bring him and Jimin to their first ride.

The boys went running around the parks taking videos and pictures of each other, going on the rides like Splash Mountain, Pirates of the Caribbean, Rodger Rabbit’s Car Toon Spin, and the Haunted Mansion. The Haunted Mansion was Jimin and Jungkook’s favorite so far since they were whipped around in a two person cart traveling the glow-in-the-dark mansion that had ghouls, ghosts, and goblins everywhere. Since they sat in the first cart, they made it a point to be as extra as possible so everyone behind them would be scared, confused, and then annoyed back to back. Even after all the glares that were thrown at them when they left the Haunted Mansion, the pair couldn’t stop laughing. It was such a them thing to do.

After those hectic experiences, the two of them went to go play some games that were around them. They went to the Westernland Shootin’ Gallery to try their hand at shooting some fake guns, and what they learned is that Jimin’s cop friend was right and the blonde should never be allowed near a gun. Enough said.

They played some basketball games, throwing games, that game where you have to spray the water into the clowns mouth and compete with other people, and a game where you have to land a rubber frog into one of the floating crowns. Through all this they’d won ten stuffed animals and a Mickey Mouse hat—which when you wore it made it look like Mickey is trying to eat your head. “One more ride and then let’s catch an early dinner?” Jimin offers and Jungkook couldn’t agree fast enough.

It was six o’clock by the time they walked out of the park and caught a taxi to some near-by restaurant. In the car Jungkook showed Jimin all the funny and cute videos he took of them and some of the clips had Jimin snorting, especially that one clip of Jungkook reacting to Jimin putting cotton candy and a corn dog in his mouth at the same time. “I think you have more physical black mail on me than Namjoon.”

The restaurant they chose was crowded when they got there, but with only a fifteen minute wait they figured it’d be worth the wait. Besides it’s not like Jimin can’t run his mouth for another fifteen minutes and make Jungkook laugh his ass off, which’ll then lead to him apologizing for being too loud even though no one heard him. In the mean time though while they were waiting, they looked at the restaurant’s menu.

The fifteen minutes flew by and the pair was seated by one of the large windows in the restaurant. The two had wound up ordering sodas, gyukatsu, and hayashi rice. Jimin wanted alcohol, but they both thought it best they didn’t go back to Disneyland with beer in their system.

“You know I’ve worn more color in the past three days than I do in a year, while you, a person who always has some sort of pop to their designer outfits, has only worn black since we left Korea,” Jungkook points out with rice still in his mouth. “I’m sure Tae packed you the entire rainbow in your suitcase and more so why only wear black?”

“Okay, true,” Jimin agrees as he points his chopsticks at Jungkook. “I don’t know, I’ve been trying to keep it low key with the fits so no one would stare at us.”

“Literally when have you ever cared about that?” Jungkook laughs and earns an eye roll in return. “Listen I know I attract a lot of attention, most of the time unintentionally, and you don’t necessarily love the idea of having a bunch of strangers staring at you. Therefore, I’ve been trying to keep everything pretty minimal and calm.” “Oh Ji-” the younger never gets a chance to speak, thus Jimin ruining a loving moment once again. “That and because if I wind up doing some illegal shit here, they can’t pin it on me. Like nah sorry that’s not chimchimVlogs, he dresses like a clown compared to that criminal who’s dressed in all black there. Mega mind thinking, I know.”

When they finished eating and payed the bill it was already almost eight thirty so the park is only going to be open for another hour and a half. “Jiminie, do you wanna go back to Disney or back to the hotel?” “Disney. Definitely Disney.” With that said, Jungkook called another Uber for them. He also ordered one for when the park closes ahead of time so he won’t have to later.

On their ride back into Disneyland, rides like the Ferris Wheel light up the night sky, only adding to the perfect paradise this trip is turning out to be. “Okay so I thought about it and we have to on the Ferris Wheel and the Mad Tea Party! If we have time before the night show they project on the castle to go on more rides then great, but those two are an absolute must.” Jungkook gives Jimin a solute, ready to follow Jimin further into the park. They go on the Ferris Wheel first talking up a storm and rocking their cart the whole time until the ride stops and their the lucky cart who’s left at the peak first. The view was breathtaking and actually made Jimin stop his tickle attack on Jungkook.

The black-haired picks his camera back up and records the view and the face Jimin is making. “The view’s beautiful isn’t it, Kookie?” The younger bites his lip before asking, “Would you hit me if I say it’s not as beautiful as you? Because this is a great ‘he says the view is pretty, but he’s prettier’ moment.” Jimin turns to him, “No, I wouldn’t hit you.”

“Well, the view is magical, but what I’m staring at through this camera is much more breathtaking.” Jungkook says with the warmest smile. The ride starts to move again and Jimin hits Jungkook’s leg like he was brought out of a trance.

“Hey you said you wouldn’t hit me!”

“Well you shouldn’t say things like that to other people in public! It’s embarrassing!”

“But you said you wouldn’t hit me! I literally asked you for permission!” Jungkook pinches Jimin’s thigh in retaliation.

“Well what if someone heard huh!? It’s embarrassing!” Jimin repeats and pinches Jungkook right back.

“So what? You’d love that anyway, you don’t care. But fine I won’t say that, or anything like it, ever again to you.” The younger pinches the blonde again and looks away from him, but keeps the camera pointed at him.

“Hey wait don’t do that,” Jimin whines. After Jungkook not looking back at him right away, Jimin pouts and pinches Jungkook again. “Kookie! Says it again!”

The younger faces him again and pinches the other’s thigh, “You’re absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, Park Jimin.”

The cart finally stops at that bottom and their door opens. All that’s heard is a loud smack before a very red Park Jimin runs out of the Ferris Wheel like his life depended on it. And it very well may have. Jimin slapped the shit out of Jungkook’s thigh because of the straight forwardness. He ran because he didn’t want to see what Jungkook would do in return after being begged to call him beautiful again, just to wind up being hit for it. Again.

“Park Jimin,” Jungkook roared and chased after the blonde. He caught up to Jimin almost instantly and wrapped his arms around him from behind, the deadliest looking back hug ever. “Kookie! Call me beautiful, I won’t hit you, I promise!” Jungkook mimicked Jimin in a high pitched voice. He slapped the older’s thigh as payback and whispered the word beautiful in Jimin’s ear before letting go and pulling the older towards the tea cups.

While they’re in line, Jimin starts to rub Jungkook’s thigh, startling the younger. “Ji-Jimin what are you doing?” “I think I hit you harder than I meant to. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” The younger grabs the small hand caressing his thigh when the line starts to move, pulling the body it’s connected to forward. “Not here Jimin, especially not when kids are around.” “I wasn’t even doing anything inappropriate though,” he pouts. “Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt me. But my feet are killing me. You’d think I be rested after two hours of sitting and talking with you. Not to mention how we just got off of the Ferris Wheel.”

Fifteen minutes later and they were running over to a tea cup that Jimin chose from before they were anywhere near being let in. They settle their bags down in between them and Jungkook takes his camera back out to record the ride. “My goal is to not barf.” “My goal is to not brake my camera.” It was instinctual to respond, the younger hadn’t even processed what Jimin had said before he responded. “Okay but if you barf, barf that way.” Jimin points to outside of the tea cup making Jungkook smiling since he had gotten it on camera.

The ride starts and the younger gives Jimin a thumbs up, letting the blonde take complete control of the cup. As if on cue Jimin’s eyes light up and his hands move quickly. They are, without a doubt, the fastest moving tea cup. Jimin was relentless with the spinning, just how both of them liked it. Jimin’s eyes turned into tiny crescents when he had the most precious smile ever dancing across his face as he laughed his ass off. He did get dizzy for a second and had to take a break, but quickly got back to it. This right here was Jungkook’s goal all along, getting to see Jimin smiling, happy, and having the time of his life. Being with Jimin is just an added luxurious bonus.

Sadly, the ride did come to an end, but the blonde was most satisfied. “Just enough time to run towards the castle and get a good view for the night show!” They walk out of the ride a little dizzy and disoriented, but smiling nonetheless. They walk very close together towards the castle laughing and talking about how good their day has been so far. “Right there in front of the fountain is good!” Jimin points out. They take a seat on the pavement and look up at the sky as fireworks start to appear and paint the sky. Soon after, the night’s story is being projected onto the castle. Characters from movies like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, the Little Mermaid, and more appear on the castle and interact. Their entire day at Disneyland was magical and the night show and fireworks made a great ending.

The Uber was waiting for them outside Disneyland in the parking lot and Jungkook’s never been more relieved to sit in a car. All he wants to do is pass the fuck out, which is probably why he accidentally falls asleep on Jimin’s shoulder during the ride home. Jimin on the other hand was still running on a lot of energy.

The black-haired was woken up with gentle nudges and pulls from the older when they had finally made it back to the hotel. They thank the driver and make their way inside and up to their room. Due to all the traffic they didn’t make it back until eleven o’clock, but Jungkook didn’t mind the nice power nap.

They drop their bags and souvenirs off in their dressing room and head into the living room. “Wanna watch a movie?” Jimin asks as he flops onto the couch. Jungkook gets two remotes from the dresser that houses them and hands them to his friend. “Sure just let me take a shower first and then I’ll join you.” As he walks back to their room he could hear the distant shout saying “We could save water if we shower together!” but chose to ignore it. If Jimin slaps the shit out of his thigh just for calling him beautiful, he doesn’t want to know what’ll happen if he actually (jokingly) says yes to the offer.

Jimin winds up taking a bath right after Jungkook and the latter decides to watch over some of his footage he’s captured thus far in the mean time. After thirty minutes or so, Jimin walks out of the bathroom in a robe and sits behind Jungkook on their bed, wrapping himself around the younger from behind like a koala. They stay like this for a while, just talking and watching moments from the past three days. After ten minutes worth of footage, Jungkook shuts everything down and sets it aside. The two squirm for a few seconds, trying to slide down the bed a little more to lay down and get comfortable, without having to have Jimin unlatch himself. They fall asleep like this—Jungkook back-to-chest on top of Jimin, the older’s arms and legs wrapped around him, and the both of them under the warm duvet—watching some random show on TV.

Out of pattern, Jimin wakes up before Jungkook’s alarm even has a chance of going off. What can he say? Say Halloween and cats and you best believe he’ll be there. The Bake-neko Halloween Parade is something Jimin’s wanted to go to since he first heard about it three years ago. Who wouldn’t want to get an early start on Halloween and dress up as a cat? Well, early start may be pushing it a little. It’s noon and Jungkook’s alarm isn’t going to go off for another half hour, but it’s an early start in Jimin Time.

Jimin wiggles out from under Jungkook, trying his best not to wake the younger and/or lose his robe in the process, and sneaks off into the dressing room to search his suitcase for an outfit to wear. He figures Jungkook doesn’t want to walk around with an actual 5’8 cat attacked to his hip the entire day, and in the long run it’ll probably become a nuisance, so he decides on wearing a comfy outfit with cat accessories. “Come on Tae you kinky bastard, I know you packed-” Jimin mumbled to himself as he sifted through his suitcase that was packed by his best friend until he finally found what he was looking for. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you?” he asks as he stares at the beige, very close to blonde, cat ears head band currently in his grasp.

Once he puts the cats ears to the side, he picks out another pair of his black jeans, a black long sleeve turtle neck, and a baggy beige and tan flannel as his outfit for the day. Checking to see if Jungkook is still sleeping, he changes into his outfit of the day before going into the bathroom to do his usual morning things.

Jungkook wakes up to his alarm’s loud ringing by his head and an empty bed. Annoyed and confused, he turns off his phone’s alarm and sits up trying to look for his friend. “Jimin? Where are you?”

A wild Jimin appears out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. Even though this is already their fourth day waking up to each other in tokyo, and he’s woken up to Jimin before as well, Jungkook can never get use to the first thing his eyes seeing is that ethereal being standing before him. The shorter is dressed in black jeans, a black turtle neck underneath a beige and tan flannel, both tucked into the jeans, the top three buttons of the flannel left unbuttoned, Jimin’s hair neatly brushed out with his bangs laying perfectly atop his forehead, and cat ears the same shade as his blonde hair to match. Absolutely, “Stunning.” The word just slipped out of Jungkook’s mouth.

Jimin giggles, “Thanks, Kookie.” The blonde walks over to the younger and pulls him out of bed and to the dressing room. “Get dressed so we can eat and get ready for the parade. I need a tail or mittens still, my face painted, and we need to figure out what you’re going to wear.” Jungkook rubs his eyes and nods along, pretending he knows what on earth Jimin is even talking about, figures he’ll decipher that it later when the time comes. Brushing his long hair behind his ears, Jungkook bends down to his suitcase and picks out black jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, and a brown bomber jacket. He strips and changes, leaving only his bomber jacket on top of his suitcase to be put on later. A long sigh and more eye rubbing later and he settles into the bathroom to settle into his normal morning routine.

While Jungkook was busy in the bathroom, Jimin ordered breakfast from the hotel and sat outside on their hotel room’s balcony floor that’s connected to the dining room. The morning air should help their late day get moving a little quicker. At some point while he was out on the balcony, he had closed his eyes and just peacefully sat there, enjoying the serene environment before him. He soon felt arms and a blanket engulf him from behind. “It’s getting chilly out, Chim.” Jungkook says as he snuggles his head into the crook of Jimin’s neck, face now being covered by the blanket.

When he got out of the bathroom he had felt how cold the room got and grabbed a blanket from the living room couch. He was going to close the balcony’s door until he saw Jimin peacefully sitting there. The younger had wrapped the blanket around himself, walked up to and sat down behind Jimin, and then wrapped himself and the blanket around the shorter which made for the perfect cuddling session.

Jimin leaned his head back to rest against Jungkook’s shoulder and hummed. “Yeah I know, but it’s just so pretty out here.”

“Did you order breakfast or do you want to go out to eat?” Jungkook mumbles into the blonde’s neck. “I ordered, so let’s stay here until the food arrives. It’s so nice like this, no annoying best friends or noisy neighbors, just the hustling city going about its day and the beautiful green gardens below us.” The younger hums in agreement. Just as Jungkook was about to say something, the door bell rings and a man saying room service through the door is heard right after. Jimin shouts “Coming!” which startles the now pouting Jungkook. With a sigh they both get up and begin their day.

“So what color cat ears are you gonna get? Black probably makes the most sense since your hair’s back to its natural color. Ooh and we can both get our faces painted together before the parade!” Jimin claps excitedly as they make their way down the busy sidewalk to a Halloween store. “I think I’m just going to look for a nice mask. My skin is super sensitive so I can’t get my face painted without my skin feeling like it’s on fire.” “Okay mask it is then!”

When they walk into the Halloween store they head straight to the back where they could already see masks and accessories hanging. Jimin finds a pair of tan kitten paws and Jungkook finds a half face black cat mask that has a bronze-ish gold colored designs decorating it and a black cat ears headband that are almost identical to Jimin’s cat ears. They walk to the front counter and pay for their selected items. “I just wanna get my face painted and then we can walk over to Kagurazaka Station.” Jimin says as he walks over to the right side of the store where someone is already getting their face painted and another employee is waiting for a new customer. “Hello! Can you please paint me as a cat please? Yellow, gold, and white are the preferable colors I’d like to work with if that’s okay?” The woman smiled brightly at Jimin and asked him to sit so she could get a good look at his face. The woman finished his face in fifteen minutes and once they payed her, the two YouTubers walked to Kagurazaka Station.

They could already see the crowd getting together and pay whatever they need to so they could join the fun. Jungkook puts on his newly bought cat ears and cat mask as Jimin puts on his mittens and they join the crowd or smiling and dancing people.

There were people dressed in wigs, masks, and some had full on costumes. They had a fun time seeing older people with the minimal costume wear enjoying the festival and dancing along in the crowd as everyone walked the streets. Friends took videos and pictures together, couples held hands and danced along to the many instruments playing, parents spun their kids around as they walked in the parade, and others simply walked with smiles enjoying the energy. After the hour of walking, there was a show put on by dancers for another hour which was executed beautifully.

“Dinner time!” Jimin yells. “Let’s get sushi this time.” Jungkook takes off his mask and says, “Sure, whatever you want, Min.”

After their day out and eating sushi at a nearby restaurant, the boys made it back to their hotel around eight o’clock. “That was so much fun, Kookie! Thank you again for another amazing day.” Jimin says as they walk into their hotel room and leans up at leaves a light kiss on Jungkook’s jaw. After processing that he shouldn’t have done that since they’re not together, he runs away to the bathroom and locks the door behind him. “Shit, Jimin! You can’t just kiss him!” the blonde whisper yells at himself through the mirror.

Jungkook knocks on the bathroom door twice before speaking, “Hey, Chim I’m putting on a movie in the living room so if you’re feeling up for it come join me on the couch.” Jungkook walks away and struggles with his phone to try and stream a movie from Netflix onto the living room tv. Jimin takes a deep breath after realizing that Jungkook thought nothing of it. Why would he? Jimin’s always been flirty and touchy so how would a peck on the jaw be any different. The reason for the blonde’s rush to get away was because he knew that he wasn’t trying to act flirty with the black-haired for once. It was a sudden accidental slip of what he though was normal, or what should be normal, for the two of them now. This whole trip so far has been so domestic and couple-y and everything he wants with someone he cares about. Remember it’s just a getaway, he’s just Kookie and you’re just Chim. Jimin tells himself one last time before leaving the bathroom and going over to Jungkook in the living room.

“I finally got it to work!” Jungkook cheers. “Skin Wars or Good Burger?” he asks as Jimin takes a seat on the couch behind him. “I’m in the mood for RuPaul, bring out the models!” “In that case, I’ll start from season three episode four Miss Skin Wars.”

After episode six, Under the Sea, it was a little past eleven o’clock so Jimin had gone to take a shower and now it was Jungkook’s turn leaving Jimin to scroll through social media for a good twenty minutes by himself. He was actually surprised to open twitter and find a bunch of, some blurry and others not, posts of him and Jungkook at Disneyland and from earlier today at the parade. He knew they had international fans, Jungkook more so than himself, but he didn’t think any of their fans would recognize them in Tokyo.

“You can start episode seven now, Jimin! I’ll be able to hear it from the dressing room!” Jungkook yells. Jimin gets up and walks over to Jungkook to show him the recent pictures and posts, but stops at the doorway of the dressing room to see Jungkook’s bare butt in all it’s glory. The blonde couldn’t help himself from taking a look. They usually already had underwear on when leaving the bathroom so Jimin never thought twice about just walking in.

Another thing to remember is that Jimin is a very impulsive person. Actions first, regret later, and hope the questions and consequences never come. So with that knowledge, can you really be upset or surprised that Jimin quietly walked up to a naked Jungkook and spanked his ass? To have Jungkook answer that question, yes, one can be surprised and upset.

Jungkook stopped at the sting of the small hand meeting his bare ass and whips his head around, using his boxers to cover what he doesn’t want to be seen. Both boy’s eyes go wide both in shock of what Jimin had just did. A low “oh shit” was muttered before Jimin ran away. The black-haired quickly threw on his boxers and a pair of sweatpants before taking off after the older. “Jimin!” Jungkook chases the blonde into the workout room and corners him. “What is with you and your urges to smack me?” Jungkook asks as he slowly closes in on Jimin. “Uh that was more of a spank than a smack but you have to understand-”

Jungkook lunged forward and captured the blonde. “No, I don’t have to understand a single thing,” Jungkook says before landing a hard smack to Jimin’s ass, shutting the latter up altogether. The younger let’s go and walks back to the dressing room to put on a shirt. “Now, is there a reason you decided to slap my ass or is that just what we do now?” he calls from the dressing room. Jimin walk back over there, rubbing his ass on the way. “It was by accident okay?” Jimin whines. “I originally came here to show you the pictures people’ve taken of us since we got to Tokyo,” the blonde pouts. He’s pretty sure he didn’t spank Jungkook this hard.

“You don’t accidentally smack someone’s ass, Jimin,” the younger deadpans.

“Well I do!” Jimin yells back almost instantly before shoving his phone in Jungkook’s face to show him all the photos he’s discovered on twitter.

With a shirt finally on Jungkook takes the phone and looks through Jimin’s twitter. The blonde could’ve sworn he saw Jungkook smiling at some of the photos and their captions, but it seemed unlikely. “I don’t see the problem, Chim,” the younger says as he give the phone back.

They walk back to the couch to put episode seven on when Jimin finally answers, “Well no, there’s not a problem, but I just thought you should see or whatever.” “Okay well thanks for showing me.”

Before Jungkook presses play he sees the time. “Hey, Jiminie?” Jimin looks over at him with a pout feeling somewhat defeated. The younger tackles him down on the couch with a big hug and then tickles the life out of him. “Happy birthday, Park Jimin!” In his fits of laughter Jimin had managed to see his lit up phone screen with thousands of text messages. The time read midnight and it was officially his birthday. Instead of continuing his attempts of getting Jungkook off of him, he wraps his arms around the neck of the man on top of him and hugs him tightly. “Thank you, Kookie. It’s not even over but this trip is already the best gift anyone’s ever given me. Thanks for spending it with me!” Jungkook ceases his attack and hugs the shorter man back. “My pleasure,” he gets off if Jimin and settles next to him instead. “Here check your phone, it’s still blowing up.” He peaks at how many notifications have already come through and his eyes widen at the number. “One hundred eighty-six messages? Quite the famous celebrity aren’t ya?”

Jimin rolls his eyes and checks his messages. “More than half of them are probably from Tae sending his message one word at a time.” Birthday wishes from all his friends and family come rolling through and Jimin feels like crying when he reads his yearly messages from Namjoon and Taehyung. Namjoon with his wise words and sayings, praising him for another great year and how much of an amazing person he’s grown up to be. There’s just something about when Namjoon tells you you’ve done a good job that makes you melt. And Taehyung sending all of the photos he’s collected of Jimin since they were eleven making Jimin cringe and thank whatever greater being let puberty help him instead of ruin him. Taehyung’s messages hit a certain way all in their own. After all, he is the longest lasting friend Jimin’s ever had. When his best friend brings up all his past struggles and how beautiful he looks all happy and healthy now, all his good qualities that Jimin use to see as bad, and just bringing up their past eleven years of friendship in general always sends Jimin into a crying mess. Though the best message he’s sent so far tonight was a message in all caps dedicated to yelling at Jimin for not letting them know they landed in Japan and leaving poor Tae to watch nothing but the news for days trying to make sure the pair hadn’t died during their trip. Even messages from Yoongi, Seokjin, and Hoseok come through which Jimin reads right away.

Yoongi wishes him a happy birthday and to make it back to Korea safely so he and Jimin can go back to their daily bickering since he ‘low key’ misses him. Jimin sends the blowing a kiss emoji in return, ready for that to be the first thing they talk about when he gets back to Korea. Hobi wishes him the bestest birthday and promises to throw him the best surprise party ever when he gets back home. Seokjin sends a simple happy birthday and a picture of thirteen huge wrapped birthday presents.

The past almost four months have been some of the most wild of his life and he wouldn’t redo it any other way. He ignores the rest of his messages and leaves the rest of them for when he wakes up later. Jimin grabs a blanket that was on the couch and wraps it around Jungkook and himself. “Hey wanna see really cringey photos of me and hear the very anti-climactic stories that go along with them?” Jungkook smiles and mumbles an ‘of course’ as he wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, leans into the older, and listen to all the stories he’s never heard before.

They stay up until five in the morning talking about their past and messing around. Somewhere around four thirty in the morning they found themselves in the workout room pretending to be superheroes and duking it out with two-pound weights. During one of their epic battles of Marvel Meets D.C Comics, Jungkook had pretended to be Captain America while Jimin fought as Superman and I won’t reveal who the winner was, but let’s just say it wasn’t Jungkook.

“Okay now I’m tired,” Jungkook says as he flings himself onto the bed, Jimin his prisoner in his arms. We have a long birthday night ahead of us so let’s get at least a few hours of sleep okay?”

“Goodnight, Jungkookie.”

"Night, Jimin."

Due to some unknown reason, Jungkook and Jimin woke up cuddled up next to each other, but with their feet on their pillows and their heads where their feet should be. When things like this happen Jimin usually blames Taehyung, but this obviously wasn’t his doing. “So, we’re kicking this birthday off to a good start, huh?” Jungkook pushes Jimin away from him once he heard that bad pun. The both stretch and search for some device that’ll give them the time. None of them bothered to set alarms since they only had plans for the night, not the day.

“Damn! We got a whole twelve hours!” Jimin shouts once he finds his phone. “No way,” the younger says in disbelief, now scrambling to find his phone. “Shit you’re right!”

As if on cue, both their stomachs growl loudly in the silent hotel suite. “Breakfast?” Jimin offers. “More like early dinner, Chim.” Jungkook hugs the older and wishes him another happy birthday. “Let’s go watch something while we order and wait for room service,” the black-haired offers as he guides Jimin, with his hand on the small of the other’s back, to the living room.

While Jungkook orders them heaps of food, Jimin starts to stream an hour and a half long compilation of legendary vines. “All done and on its way,” Jungkook says as he slips under the blanket Jimin’s covered himself with, them going back into their usual cuddling position—Jimin spooning Jungkook. “Ooh ooh! Freshavacado is my favorite!”

They continue on like this, only moving to get their food and eat. They wind up playing another one before even thinking about getting dressed for their night out. The pair wouldn’t be surprised if someone was in the process of filing a noise complaint about them, but who were they to give a crap?

“Okay it’s eight thirty so if we get ready now we can make it to the club for ten,” Jungkook looks over to Jimin. “Wanna start getting ready?” The blonde nods and they walk to the dressing room.

“Hey remember that one time we were in here and I slapped your bare ass? Wild shit, man.” Jimin chuckles as he picks out his outfit for the night. Jungkook lands a hit—harder than a pat but not as harsh as a slap—to Jimin’s ass and watches as the older yelps in surprise. “Yeah, and remember when I slapped it back? Even wilder.” Jimin smirks, he’s learning.

They change in silence, eyeing their clothes in the mirror to make sure they looked good enough to go out. "Okay how do I look?" Jimin asks as he turns to face Jungkook who's currently pulling his shirt over his head. The younger does a once over and his brain just stops thinking.

Jimin is dressed in black jeans with rips at the knees, a black collared three-buttoned polo t-shirt that has wide vertical dark orange and white stripes with a black line going down the middle of each white stripe tucked into his jeans—all three buttons left unbuttoned, showing off some of Jimin's chest—, a black belt with a silver buckle, and black dress shoes waiting at the door for him. How does one go about saying 'you're breathtaking' for the millionth time without it losing its meaning? Because Jungkook would like to know.

"Kookie?"

"Y-You look great, Jiminie. Definitely the embodiment of sex appeal." Jimin laughs as he thanks the younger for the comment he gets so often, it's just rare to actually hear it from him though. "How about me? Do I look like I'm ready to go to a club?"

"Perfect! Definitely got that hot date, but hard to get look down pat." Jungkook's wearing a long sleeve black shirt underneath a baggy black t-shirt, with black triple pocket strap cargo pants, and Nike air max goadome sneakers next to him ready to be put on.

"Great? Anyway the club's not too far of a walk from here which'll also help us when you're drunk off your ass later." Jungkook says as he walks over to the door to slip his sneakers on. "Wait you're not gonna drink with me!?" Jimin was looking forward to getting drunk and dancing the night away with the black-haired. "Oh, no I'll be drinking. I'm just not going to get, as you'd say, shwasted beyond belief."

Oh how Jungkook was wrong. The pair were downing shots like there was no tomorrow, basically asking for the bad decisions to make themselves. It's eleven thirty and Jimin's already been hit on by multiple guys and girls alike, most of his drink being bought by other people in the club. It took everything in Jungkook to trust Jimin and not make another Taemin debacle. However, that doesn't mean he's not allowed to glare when no one's looking. After being tired of having to be discrete with Jungkook and playing this game that neither are winning, he makes the first move. Again.

Jimin walks off the dance floor and over to Jungkook who's 'patiently' waiting for the blonde's return. "Back so soon?"

The blonde shrugs. "I didn't want to dance with him anymore." He grabs a fist full of Jungkook's shirt and pulls him to his feet. "You on the other hand, are the exact person I've been craving." Jimin's small fist let's go of the younger's shirt and instead guides them to the dance floor by the pull of a wrist.

Once in the center of the crowd, the pair lose themselves. They don't have to see any of these people tomorrow or any time after. They're free to make yet another mistake and hopefully have a different outcome the next morning. With some unknown song playing and the bass so loud that their heads feel like they're vibrating, Jimin takes a chance. He presses himself flush against Jungkook, his ass over the taller's crotch. No second thoughts, just do it.

Jimin runs his hand through his hair, head following the movement and then coming to a halt when Jungkook gets a side profile of the blonde. Jimin starts moving his body against the younger, hips rolling to the fast paced beat, lowering himself and then rising back up. The shorter of the two turns and now the pair are face to face. "Kookie, do whatever you want. Don't make me do all the work please," Jimin seductively says in Jungkook's ear. As if a switch was flipped, Jungkook's hands go and grab at Jimin's ass, grip firm.

They blend in with the crowd but at the same time attract the eyes of horny strangers around the club. Hips messily grinding on each other, Jungkook kneading at the fat of Jimin's plump ass, and Jimin slut dropping is what really starts their night.

He spreads his legs and slowly bends down, dragging his hands down Jungkook's front and feeling as much of the man in front of him as he can through clothing. On his way back up he drags his hands up Jungkook's thighs, abs, and wraps them around the taller's neck. They take glances at each other's eyes and lips, trying to figure out if this is all worth a second chance. Apparently it is.

When their lips meet, they melt into each other. It's just like the first time when they were in Saipan, the world around the quiets and stills. It's something you only hear about in fairy tails but these two swear they've never felt anything like it. For the first time, even though they're drunk, they're both very aware of their feelings for each other and finally have an idea that the other just might feel the same way. The room is starting to get hotter as others are getting closer to them too. Some people in the crowd still tried to make hands at Jimin and Jungkook actually growled at them. This trip was planned so Jimin would have an amazing birthday and so that Jungkook could finally make his feelings known. So he'll be damned if a horny bastard in this sweaty club is going to get in his way.

"Jungkookie, let's go back to the hotel," Jimin presses forward to make sure Jungkook can feel how much he wants him. The black-haired man did not need to be told twice. Jimin is literally glued to the younger's back as they take the short walk back to the hotel, grabbing at each other's hands, and just making sure to not lose any form of physical contact. And behind elevator doors there really is no such thing as personal space.

Jungkook presses Jimin up against their hotel door, kissing each other with all the passion and sexual tension they've been keeping back, and the younger can't swipe the key card fast enough for his liking. However, once he hears that beep, signaling that the hotel door is unlocked, all bets (and clothes) were off. They're no longer in public which means he and Jimin are free to do whatever they want. Jungkook snakes his arm around the small of Jimin's back, pulling the blonde off the door as he makes his way to kiss and nap at Jungkook's neck.

The door is opened and shut in a matter of seconds. The buzz from all the alcohol they drank, and their unspoken feelings for each other, only fueled their lust filled minds. Jungkook reaches down to Jimin's thighs to pick him up, the blonde jumping up to help when he realizes what Jungkook was doing. The dinning room table was the closest surface to them so that became the starting point of the very long night they had ahead of them.

Jimin's legs instinctively open, Jungkook placing himself in between them. They quickly found each other'snlios again, hands roaming each other's upper body. Jungkook's hands find their way under Jimin's shirt and a moan slips through the blonde's lips as a finger brushes over his nipple. Jungkook swear he's never heard anything as angelic as that sound and is determined to hear it a million more times.

Jimin's hands trail up Jungkook's arms—absolutely in love with the feeling of Jungkook's hidden biceps— and thread themselves in the younger’s hair. He licks at Jungkook’s bottom lip and instantly having them part. Jimin takes control—quickly winning dominance in their kiss—and exploring every inch of Jungkook’s mouth.

A whine escapes the younger’s lips, him not expecting to find the switch in power as much of a turn on as he did. Finally having enough of there being so manny later in the way, he pulls Jimin’s shirt over his head, then parting for a moment. Jimin does the same to Jungkook and the look on the blonde’s face was enough to let sober-like thoughts fill Jungkook’s mind.

Jimin tried to lean back into reconnect their lips, but Jungkook leans away—the urge to talk trumping the urge to continue. Jimin pouts at this and in the back of his mind worries that he did something wrong. “Kookie? Why’d you stop?”

“Sorry, I just-” he searches Jimin’s face for any sign to bite his tongue and walk away. “I need to make sure you know that I don’t want this to be a one night thing. I honestly really care about you, and I don’t mean in just a friend way. I wanna be able to cuddle up on the couch with you and actually have the right to be at least a little jealous if I see another guy get too close to you. I want-” Jimin shuts him up with a soft kiss before pulling back and holding the younger’s face in his small hands. A look of confusion covers Jungkook’s face as he takes in the look on Jimin’s. Glossy eyes shining in the dimly lit room, tears threatening to fall. A memory of Namjoon telling him how much of an emotional drunk Jimin is suddenly coming to mind.

“I really like the sound of that. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Jimin peppers Jungkook’s face with kisses, pure happiness flowing through him. “And I need you to know that I feel the same way.”

Jungkook steps closer to the beautiful person in front of him to kiss him again, but before their lips meet, their crotches do. Jimin throws his head back, the feeling of his neglected half hard dick finally getting some form of attention since the club.

“Jungkook!” Jimin wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist, pulling the taller closer to him. “You better finish what you started,” The blonde warns. Jungkook chuckles, “You’re the one who started this Jimin. Are you really in the position to be giving demands?” Of course Jungkook was only teasing—there is no way in hell he was missing out on a chance to be this intimate with Jimin. The blonde snakes his hand in between them and grabs Jungkook’s dick and starts to palm the other through his jeans. “So long as you’re fully functioning, I can make any demands I want.”

Jungkook drops his head down to Jimin’s shoulder. The taller’s hands move from the blonde’s waist to his ass. “Bed first,” Jungkook says as he nips at Jimin’s ear. With hands sliding from that glorious ass to those lucious thighs, Jungkook picks Jimin up again and walks them over to the bed, mouths already back on each other. The blonde sucks on Jungkook’s tongue, biting his lips and exploring Jungkook’s mouth hungrily. The lewed groans and moans they each let out only edge the other on more.

The younger light drops Jimin into the bed, his blonde hair creating a golden halo around his head. “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” Jungkook says as he stares at the perfect angel beneath him. Jimin’s shirtless and has hickies coating his neck and collar bone, those purposefully made dark enough so everyone would know for weeks what happened here. He takes in the once and a life time sight and takes his time sliding his hands down the blonde’s torso, trying to memorize every crook and crevice. He cocks his head to the side as he comes across the lightly prominent abs showing. “You have abs?” Jimin smirks, “All those years of digging for burried treasure really keeps a guy in shape.” “You’re specialty has to be ruining moments because no one does it quite like you, Jimin.” The blonde only winks in return.

Jungkook dips his head back down and leaves trails of opened mouthed kisses down Jimin’s torso as he undoes the blonde’s belt and yanks the black jeans off his body. A beautifully loved and lust filled night takes heed and it was everything Jimin and Jungkook could’ve asked for and more.

Jimin groans as he tries to sit up to turn off Jungkook’s annoying alarm. He swears that by the time they get back to Korea later he’s going to throw that thing against a wall. He winces and a sharp pain shoots through his lower back which wound up waking the cute, sleeping, G.C.F director.

“Morning,” Jimin greets warmly. This was the test. If Jungkook acted normal after last night, and meant everything he said, Jimin knew he had a chance at a happy ending. “Good morning, Jiminie” Jungkook smiles and pecks the blonde on the lips, all worry and anxiety that ever consumed Jungkook was no longer in sight.

“I call dibs on the bathroom first today!” Jungkook gets out of the bed and walks to the bathroom in only his boxers. We can do some last minute shopping and sight seeing before leaving for the airport so why don’t you order breakfast and we can chill for a while. It’s only eight in the morning and we don’t have to be at the airport until three o’clock.” Without another word, Jungkook disappears into the bathroom and the biggest and goofiest smile spreads across Jimin’s face. It’s really gonna happen this time! Jimin thinks to himself.

After eating and showering, the boys got dressed into their comfiest sweatpants and hoodies and went out to buy some last minute presents and do some last minute exploring.

While they were out, the pair talked like they normally did and nothing about their final hours in Tokyo were awkward. As they walked the streets and went into store, the linked their pinkies together, silently enjoying their own little intimate moment in public.

“Thank you so much for this amazing birthday present, Kookie!” They were back in Korea and Jimin wouldn’t let go of Jungkook. He had the time of his life there and it was all thanks to the man in front of him. “Thank you for coming with me. It was definitely a magical trip.” The younger winked at him before finally wishing Taehyung and Jimin. He placed a gentle kiss atop Jimin’s head and then walked into his house to greet a sleeping Hoseok.

“Wait,” Jimin turns to face Taehyung. “What the hell are we now!?”

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