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Movie Night | A Station 19 fanfiction

Summary: Vic is bored during a slow 24 hour shift. Maya may have a way to curve her boredom.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This fic is based off a headcanon of mine. Happy reading!

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"So bored!" Vic whines. Herself, Maya, and Andy are currently in the lounge, while the boys are in the beanery, eating junk food and acting like 12 year olds.

Maya chuckles. While Vic is a very professional and good firefighter, she tends to act like everyone's little sibling. "What, would you rather be in a burning building?" Maya teases gently. Vic tosses a pillow at her, which Maya catches easily. "This is the slowest 24 hour shift we've had in years! It's boring!" Vic explains. "Ha, not to mention the boys are being obnoxious. I love Robert, but Miller, Gibson, and Montgomery turn him into a 16 year old. A very immature one." Andy complains.

Maya smirks. "Ahh, the luxuries of loving a woman." Vic nods in agreement. "If I had the choice, I would not be straight." Maya laughs at that. "Well, what do you say us ladies get away from the boys?"

"What do you have in mind, Cap?" Vic asks. Maya shrugs. "Movie in my bunk?" She suggests. Vic's eyes widen with excitement.

"YES!"

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15 minutes later, the trio are settled into Maya's bunk. Despite the boys scarfing down most of the food in the pantry, they still managed to have some food, courtesy of Maya's secret stash. "Maya, how come you never told us about your candy stash?" Andy questions. "I need to keep it a secret from Gibson. And I know you guys won't tell, but I couldn't risk it. But if you do tell, you'll be on toilet duty for a month." Maya threatens.

Andy nods and Vic salutes her mockingly. Maya playfully shoves her down onto the bed, throwing a pillow at her. Andy laughs at the two, before cuddling up on the bed. Vic curls in next to her, and Maya squishes next to Vic. "What movie are we watching?" The blonde asks. Vic and Andy both smirk.

"Encanto!"

Maya shakes her head furiously. "No. As your captain, I am ordering you to not put on Encanto."

"Well, considering this isn't a life or death fire situation, as your team, we are overruling your order." Andy retorts. Maya groans loudly. "You both suck."

Maya sits through the whole movie while Andy and Vic obnoxiously sing in her ears. Vic has an amazing voice, and Maya typically loves hearing her sing. But, with her voice purposefully out of tune singing songs that Maya personally finds ridiculously annoying.

“Alright, my pick.” Maya grins mischievously. Vic’s eyes widen as Maya puts on Friday the 13th, a movie that practically scares her to death.

Vic buries herself in Maya’s shoulder, clinging to the blonde for dear life. Andy flinches every couple minutes, but Maya remains unfazed. Horror movies never scare her, never have, never will.

Maya wraps Vic securely in her arms. “Don’t worry Vic, I’ll protect you from the very fictional and not real characters.”

Vic punches Maya in the shoulder, sensing her sarcastic tone. Maya responds by pinching Vic right below her ribs, knowing that area is a deadly tickle spot for the youngest firefighter.

Vic squeals, fighting to squirm away from her captain. She backs into Andy, who squeezes her into a tight hug. “I shall protect youuuu!” The Latina declares dramatically, which sends the three women into a wrestling match/tickling fight. Vic and Andy gang up on Maya, making the blonde surrender eventually.

After settling down, Andy chooses Home Alone as her movie of choice. Vic becomes a giggling mess once again, finding way too much enjoyment of seeing the two robbers get hurt over and over again.

“You know, Kevin is truly evil. He could’ve called the police at any moment, but chose to torture those guys.” Maya points out. “Hey, they had it coming.” Andy retorts. Maya rolls her eyes.

Vic curls herself into Maya’s shoulder, and Andy wraps her arms around Vic’s waist. “Mmm, I love you guys.” Vic mumbles sleepily. Andy and Maya look at each other, smiling, before glancing down at the sleeping form of the youngest firefighter.

“We love you too.”

-

Travis wakes up around 9:00 the next day, marking the end of his 24 hour shift. Maybe one or two calls came in, but not since 10:00 the previous night. Even then, they were small, easy and quick calls. He throws on his clothes and makes his way out of the locker room, finding most of his team in the lobby, preparing to head home.

“Has anyone seen cap, Hughes, or Herrera?” Ben asks. Travis furrows his brow. “No. I haven’t seen them since last night.”

The guys of the team split off to find them, but come up with nothing. Travis knocks on the captain’s door, but nobody answers. He walks in, and finds it empty. But the bunk door is closed. He once again knocks on that door, but receives no answer. He opens it slowly, and his heart melts.

There, curled up on Maya’s bed, are Maya, Vic, and Andy. Vic is in the middle, her head curled into Maya’s chest. Andy is on the left, arms wrapped around Vic’s waist, her hand reaching out and holding Maya’s. Maya is on the right, hugging Vic close to her.

Travis can’t resist. He snaps a quick photo, before going to wake them up.

He loves his family.

fin.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I’ve missed this trio so much, I just had to write a fluffy fic. Feel free to send me fanfic requests!

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I don’t like season 3 Andy 🥱 she keeps beefing with Maya and talking about a job that was promised to her like shut up pls!!!

#she was flopping and failing from the beginning while everyone else was telling Maya that she’d make a great captain one day #I used to root for miss girlie but now she’s getting on my nerves especially when she lashes out and blames everything on Maya like girl I #couldn’t count how many times you’ve done reckless shit or almost cost someone their life like do we not recall a little boy in a sewer #almost dying cuz she can’t listen fo directions??? I h8 pitting ladies against each other but I h8 hypocritical bitches more #Maya bishop get behind me!!!! #station 19

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[hedgehog-moss]

(TW POLICE VIOLENCE)

France has been feeling like a police state this week, there were 5000 cops deployed in Paris yesterday (watch this video and tell me this is a normal amount of cops and they're behaving normally) and they keep acting like they have total immunity*, to beat up protesters, to arrest protesters, or just random people walking in the vicinity of a protest. My 70+-year-old dad tried to go to a peaceful protest and had to abandon the idea because of all the tear gas being used by police.

*Which they do—as Le Monde pointed out, the cops who are violent risk nothing because they can't be identified because almost none of them wear their identification number even though it's supposed to be mandatory. They're not being penalised for not wearing them, so why should they?

If you can stomach it, please have a look at the photos and videos on this Twitter account documenting French police brutality against protesters—as I write this, the most recent tweet is about a journalist who was beaten up by a BRAV-M cop* using his steel baton; he had his head cracked open and his hand broken.

(* BRAV-M is a motorised repression corps—cops on bikes—a unit that was dissolved in 1986 after some of them beat a student to death, who wasn't even attending a protest but walking near one. Macron changed the unit's name, from Voltigeurs to BRAV-M, and reestablished it to suppress the Yellow Vests protests. This week, a BRAV-M cop deliberately drove over a 19-year-old's leg at a protest after chasing him on his bike. The victim said he heard a cop say to others "Smash him." Another BRAV-M punched a protester unconscious on March 20. And today Le Monde published an article about BRAV-M cops being recorded bragging about "breaking elbows and faces.")

In Paris last week the CRS arrested a 14-year-old kid because they took him for a dangerous black bloc protester I guess?? A child spent a night in police custody without knowing why. They've also arrested several 15 / 16 year-olds. Let's teach the youth what happens when you exercise your right to protest!

On March 16th in Paris, within one evening, they arrested 292 people, and 283 were released without charges, which means they're mass-arresting people for peaceful protests as a strategy of intimidation. The student I mentioned in my post the other day, who spent 48 hours in custody and was eventually charged for refusing to have his DNA samples taken and filed, asked the cops why they were arresting him + 4 other people who were walking down the same street and they said "Because you look like fucking leftists."

The government tells us "We fully support our brave police forces" when the cops are arresting people for "looking like leftists." How are we still a democracy? The guy also mentioned that during the time he spent at the police station, the police was mostly arresting Maghrebis, though they made an exception for him, a Black guy. There are videos from the past week of cops beating up women, tear gassing protesters in the face from 20cm away, kicking protesters in the face when they're already on the ground, crushing their heads under their boot, brutalising a homeless man and old ladies, tear gassing crowds with young children in them. I'm having trouble finding links to these specific incidents I remember because there are so many videos circulating.

Look at this video, they're violently striking the back of people's heads with steel batons even when the protesters are already going in the direction they're told to. The little old lady shoved around and trying to protect her head from the strikes is breaking my heart.

Surely at the point when enforcers of state authority are arresting middle schoolers, beating up citizens for exercising their rights and gassing and pepper spraying elderly people, children and babies in strollers, the government might want to make some sort of statement condemning this state of affairs, but instead they have been telling us they're proud of & grateful for their police forces, which of course angers people and makes protests more violent. The Minister of the Interior, who supervises the police, praises them wholeheartedly and excuses all instances of deliberate brutality as 'isolated incidents' due to 'tiredness'.

Here's a thread in English describing a protester's experience—"Yesterday (March 23) the level of arbitrary police violence clearly leveled up. I was tear gassed three times without being able to move in a very dense crowd; policemen took advantage that people were unable to move more than 20cm to pounce on us and bludgeon us in a totally arbitrary manner." (you can see an example of this behaviour in this video from a different protest)

Yesterday, after a day of nationwide protests that brought a fresh new wave of video evidence of cops beating up protesters and making reckless use of tear gas—at the end of a day when a special ed teacher at a protest got her thumb torn off by a tear gas grenade—this is what the French Prime Minister said:

They're not even trying to play it off like "both sides made mistakes" they're telling us they condone everything the police is doing, that this is what they're deploying them for:

(screencap from this video)

(this is from this video, in which you can hear a woman screaming "Stop it! You're strangling him! You have no right! I'm filming you!" The cops don't seem to care about being filmed. They're beating up citizens with the government's full blessing after all.)

Macron's government is trying to intimidate people into giving up their right to protest, by deploying cops in huge numbers and publicly voicing complete support for their behaviour, by allowing them to beat and arrest hundreds of people and to use tear gas indiscriminately. Tear gas has been completely normalised as a means of state violence, it's very practical that it doesn't leave traces of blood or broken bones I guess, but it's still violence, it burns, it's a chemical whose effects on people's health we don't know a lot about.

^ Paris (from this vid; caption: "one tear gas grenade after the other")

Macron condescendingly told us there's no "magic money" which is why the pension reform is needed, but he did find the money to stockpile these apparently unlimited amounts of tear gas grenades to suppress protests against his reform to make poor people work longer.

^ Nantes (screencap from a vid in which the cops throw three or four grenades at once and you can hear people say "oh come on, seriously? this is crazy. Why? go fuck yourselves" in a tired tone)

We've also found out yesterday that three Corsican MPs were pressured not to support the Assembly's no-confidence vote against the government—by being told if they didn't vote it, a teaching hospital would be built in Corsica.

The island of Corsica is the only region of France that doesn't have a teaching hospital; due to lack of medical resources Corsicans often have to travel to mainland France for healthcare. Just last month the Minister of Health said sorry, still no teaching hospital for Corsica, it's just not possible right now. Then last week some "magic money" was apparently found to build it but only if the Corsican MPs didn't support the no-confidence vote. I know this kind of thing isn't exactly unique in politics but Macron has been slashing hospital budgets to the point that 20% of French hospital beds are closed due to lack of staff, and he used the health of 340,000 French citizens as a bribe to save his ass. The three Corsican MPs ended up voting in favour of the no-confidence vote despite of that, as it was what their constituents wanted (honour to them). Macron's government survived the no-confidence vote by only 9 votes.

Whatever legitimacy Macron has as a President right now is being clung to by MP corruption and police repression. How do we move forwards knowing that, I don't know. How does he have legitimacy to govern on any issues after the way he handled this reform and the following protests? His police forces are drowning city centres in tear gas, a chemical whose effect on birds and other fauna is not known, and we're supposed to listen to him talk about the environment? They're wasting thousands of litres of water using water cannons to disperse protesters, and we're supposed to listen to him talk about low groundwater levels and how we need to save water? I was going to say, what about his legitimacy abroad but other Western governments don't seem too bothered so far by his handling of the protests—though I'm grateful that Amnesty International did condemn it, and that a Belgian deputy made a speech in Parliament this week asking his government to condemn Macron's use of violent police repression.

[Wait, I just saw that as I was writing this post, the Council of Europe condemned the "excessive use of force" in France. Saying that 'sporadic acts of violence' of some protesters can't 'justify the excessive use of force by agents of the State' or 'deprive peaceful protesters of their right to freedom of assembly'. This is the opposite framing as the one our government is standing by—sporadic acts of violence by cops that are either justified or excusable—it's refreshing.]

Between that and Charles III cancelling his visit (and lots of tourists cancelling trips to Paris which is bound to piss off the tourism industry) and our own media waking up and starting to talk about the government's brutality, I hope Macron starts being held accountable. He has been fanning the flames of this crisis at every turn, by telling us that the crowds protesting in the street have 'no legitimacy', by sending cops to break strikes even though striking is a Constitutional right (but the only part of the Constitution he cares about is the one that starts with 49.3), by condemning the protesters when asked to condemn police violence—saying "When [protesters] use violence, unregulated, absolute, we're no longer in a Republic." I agree, but he's describing himself.

When you resort to using article 49.3 to bypass the National Assembly for the 11th time this term to impose a reform that 70% of the country is against (and 93% of working people) that will force the poorer classes of the population to work longer, and your only response to people's distress at being told to work until they die is to force them to accept it by allowing your police forces to beat up protesters, to arrest them and to gas them, you have failed as a democratic leader.

The next organised protest and strike is next Tuesday (if you want to give something to the strike solidarity fund, here it is); in the meantime spontaneous protests are still erupting pretty much every day and cops are getting burnt out (good! There are fun videos from yesterday's protests of cops accidentally tear gassing one another, or a police car accidentally running into another as people laugh and clap.) And yes some protesters are getting more extreme and destructive, but Macron is the one choosing to stand by his reform at all costs and let this country burn. And when I look at what we're being expected to tolerate and to normalise, I'm kind of proud that French people's gut reaction was "burn it all."

Some popular Twitter hashtags for the protests:

#ToutCramer - Burn everything #CensurePopulaire - People's no-confidence vote #MacronDémission - Macron resign #OnLâcheRien - We won't cede an inch.

#frpol #i know french people who aren't following this closely aren't aware of how bad things got #as i said our media is finally commenting on CRS and BRAV-M behaviour but seeing the videos #for the protests is kind of necessary i feel to see how omnipotent the police feel thanks to macron #his ''fuck you i've already passed the reform idgaf about your protests'' attitude in the face of all this is unforgiveable #even if he somehow sees the light it won't erase all the violence and destruction that he caused #and that he doesn't care about #not to mention the damage done to democracy

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Happy Pride!!!! Living Blood or Lady Mo please!

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Xuanyu disrobes unashamedly, hesitating only at the last second with the sleeve covering her left arm.

Jiang Yanli laughs. “Bit late to be modest, I think.”

“Modesty is overrated,” she returns, which is something that Zixuan would say and A-Yao would think. She slips the rest of the robes off and steps into the steaming bath, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

The changes her body has undergone are even more obvious without the thick layers of the robes obscuring her form. The extra weight seems to have settled in ideal places, not only thickening her waist and limbs but settling heavily along her hips and breasts, which hadn’t exactly been small to begin with.

She sits behind Xuanyu, filling a bowl with water and then pouring it over her hair to rinse it of blood and dirt that had been hidden by her dark hair. Acting as a bathing assistant is far below her station, but Xuanyu had sent all the servants away and she doesn’t mind, really. Xuanyu is her sister, likely the only one she’ll ever have considering A-Cheng’s track record with matchmakers, and she’s been worried about her. This gives them time to speak alone. “How has your marriage with Lan Wangji been? Has he been kind?”

Xuanyu pulls a face, which isn’t encouraging. “I guess. He mostly left me alone, and then we had a couple fights and he was a jerk, and now I think he’s trying to make up for being a jerk, but it’s a little – well, it’s nice that he’s making an effort. I suppose.”

Not as good as she’d hoped, but not as bad as she’d feared. “Sect Leader Lan seems fond of you.”

“Oh, Lan Xichen is great,” she says easily. Better than reaction to Lan Wangji, but still not what Jiang Yanli had been hoping for. Then her eyes light up. “Sizhui is wonderful! I’ll give Wangji one thing, he’s raised a good kid. He’s so sweet, and a great cultivator, and he’s always trying to help out everyone around him. I’m glad Jingyi’s always hanging around – without him, I think everyone would just take advantage of Sizhui’s good nature.”

Well, that’s something. Surely Lan Wangji can’t resist Xuanyu’s charms for long, not when she dotes on his son and gets along with his brother.

“What trouble did you get into on the road?” she asks, running her hand over the wound on Xuanyu’s shoulder. It looks nearly fully healed already and there’s another mostly healed wound on her hip, a thin slice on her left arm, and the shadow of various bruises that were likely much worse a couple hours ago. It’s of course a good thing that Xuanyu has a strong golden core, but Jiang Yanli can’t help a moment of wistfulness.

Her own core never lived up to her mother’s expectations, or her own. If she’d had a stronger core, she could have given A-Ling siblings. A child should have siblings. She would have had a calmer childhood without two little brothers underfoot, but a lonelier one too.

Xuanyu shrugs, lazily scrubbing herself down. “Looks like Xiao Xingchen picked up the girl, A-Qing, while he and Song Lan were separated and was trapped in this place that was basically a ghost town.” How could he be trapped by a place that had no people? “And I’d heard some rumors so when we ran into Song Lan I helped him find Xiao Xingchen, but there was a bit of a fight with someone who didn’t want him to leave. I just happened to get caught in the crossfire, so to speak.”

She’s stretching the truth to outright lying. Before Jiang Yanli can call her on it, her stomach growls.

“Didn’t get a chance to eat on the road?” she teases.

Xuanyu flushes, ducking briefly beneath the water to hide her flaming cheeks before resurfacing. “Things were a little hectic. It may have slipped my mind.”

How has she managed to put on weight while also forgetting to eat? Perhaps Lan Wangji deserves more credit.

“I think I have some candies in my room, if you want something before the banquet,” she offers. “I know the speeches take forever.”

Her eyes light up before dimming and she slumps in the bath. “Thanks, Yanli-jie, but I better not. Sizhui gave me some on the road and I usually love them but just putting it in my mouth almost made me sick. It was awful. And weird! They’re my favorite.”

Jiang Yanli blinks then gives Xuanyu’s significantly larger chest a considering look. It could be nothing. It’s probably nothing. She hasn’t even been married a year and it doesn’t sound as if she and Lan Wangji have been seeing eye to eye.

Then again, the same could have been said about her and Zixuan.

“Can I ask you something personal, Meimei?”

Xuanyu nods. “You can ask me anything, Yanli-jie.”

“Are you and Lan Wangji having sex?”

She turns bright red and ducks beneath the water for so long that Jiang Yanli is starting to get concerned before she resurfaces, still red faced. “Um. We did once. Well – I guess, technically, it was three times, but it was only one night.”

Well. Apparently Lan Wangji has stamina on and off the battlefield.

“One moment,” she says, briefly squeezing Xuanyu’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

It takes one whispered conversation with the servant outside the hall and approximately ninety seconds before her personal healer is standing in front of her. Jiang Yanli ducks back inside to see Xuanyu out of the bath, in a thin bathing robe that’s clinging to her as she wrings her hair out. “I’d like my healer to take a look at you, Meimei.”

Xuanyu freezes, slowly standing straight with a wary look on her face. “That’s really not necessary. The wounds were just superficial and they’re basically healed already.”

“It’ll be quick,” she says, because if she’s right then she can’t let Xuanyu go down to the banquet without letting her know. “She’s very discreet – she’s been my personal healer since I was a child.”

“Jiang Xingyi?” Xuanyu asks, some of her tension draining away.

Jiang Yanli nods, trying to think of some reason that Xuanyu would know her healer’s name, or her reputation, but all the servants are terrible gossips and her health is a frequent topic of derision. “Just your wrist, okay? Your golden core has changed a lot. I just want her to take a look.”

She feels bad about lying, but Xuanyu had lied to her first.

Xuanyu relaxes even further. “Okay, Yanli-jie. If it’ll make you feel better.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, then opens the door to usher Jiang Xingyi in.

The old woman doesn’t smile, but Xuanyu grins back undeterred, and says, “Hi, Granny,” before paling and adding, “uh, um. Sorry.”

Jiang Yanli feels a familiar pang of grief go through her. A-Xian had referred to Jiang Xingyi as Granny, the only disciple both bold and beloved enough to get away with it.

Jiang Xingyi ignores her, instead reaching for her wrist and pressing her fingers against it. Xuanyu fidgets, shifting from one foot to the other, but says nothing as the moments stack on top of one another.

Finally, Jiang Xingyi drops her wrist and steps back. Her stern visage breaks, a smile stretching her mouth across her face. “Congratulations, Madame Lan.”

She knew it!

“Thanks,” Xuanyu answers before wrinkling her nose. “Um. For what?”

“You are expecting,” she answers. “At least a couple months along, I believe, although I’d have to do a more thorough examination to be sure.”

Jiang Yanli moves to embrace her, but Xuanyu’s face drops and she turns dangerously pale. “What? No. That’s not possible. I can’t be.”

“Three times,” Jiang Yanli reminds her, trying to goad Xuanyu into laughter.

But instead she just shakes her head. “No, no I can’t, I – this can’t be happening,” she whispers to herself, grabbing her own arms in a white knuckled grip. “It’s not. It’s impossible. I can’t be.”

She’s young, and this wasn’t a marriage of her own choosing, and it’s so new. Of course she’s surprised and nervous. Jiang Yanli touches her elbow, intending to say something soothing, but Xuanyu collapses into her arms, gripping her waist and hiding her tears in her shoulder.

“Xuanyu!” she says, hugging her back just as fiercely, her heart breaking for the younger girl’s anguish. “Meimei, it’s okay, I know this is scary, but it’s going to be fine.”

“It’s not,” she says, voice thick with tears, “A-jie, this is awful, this is – it can’t happen! It can’t, Wangji is going to be so mad, he’s going to hate me, and everything is ruined and awful, I can’t be – I can’t! I’m going to die!”

Jiang Yanli’s whole body goes cold and she grips Xuanyu even tighter against her. “You’re going to be fine,” she says, pushing her conviction into every syllable.

No matter what Jiang Yanli has to do, Xuanyu is going to be fine.

#oh wwx #our babygirl is going through it #dw everything is going to be fine #wwx is like i'm going to die before i can have this baby and kill lan zhan's baby and he's going to hate me forever #and jyl who obviously has no context for this hears that xuanyu thinks that lwj is going to kill her #which she'd think that lwj would never do but also she saw him during war and she's not the one married to him #and everyone knows he didn't want this marriage and also made a big thing about how sizhui's position won't be usurped #jyl to herself: do i have to kill lan wangji? #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #untamed

[hornedqueenofhell]

Holiday in... Handcuffs? Pt. 2

Pt 1

“Okay Dustin, tell me one more time why you think Steve was kidnapped.” Hopper says while pinching the ridge of his nose. It’s not that he didn’t believe the boy, it's just, he highly doubts one guy would be capable of taking Steve down easily.

“He told me he was! I heard a struggle, he said kidnapped, I heard the kidnappers voice!” Dustin shrieks while waving his phone at Hopper. Will, Mike and Lucas had come to join him, they were staying quiet though, still in shock. The girls had been skeptical and refused to stop their girls day for what they thought was a cry for attention.

“Did Steve perhaps call you accidentally if he was… busy with someone?” He has caught Steve with his pants down too many times to assume the guy didn’t have varied interests in bed. Dustin just scowls and puts his hands on his hips exactly like Steve does.

“No, he was calling to tell me something. That he wasn’t going to be able to do something and then the struggle started. I heard swearing and panting like Steve was trying to get away, his speaker sounded like it had been hit because all his audio started getting really fuzzy. He was trying to say something about his kidnapper that he was weird or something like that. And then I heard the guy's voice really clearly, he said ‘in you go princess.”

“I understand Dustin, I'm just asking if there are any other possibilities. Steve is an adult man who doesn’t look like he’d be easy to kidnap, on top of that he was on the phone actively talking to a witness which is the last thing a criminal wants. Kidnappers go after people who won’t be missed, who they can convince to get out of the public eye.”

“He said goodbye to me, Hopper. He said goodbye and that he loves me.” Steve normally did this but he just had this gut feeling that something horrible had happened. “If you won’t help me I’ll go looking for him myself.”

“Slow your roll Dustin Henderson. I didn’t say I wouldn’t help, I just need as much information as possible. Did Steve tell you where he was when he was taken?”

“His phone tracking shows him around the corner from the shop when he made the call.” Dustin pulls up the map and shows him the screenshot he took of the dot in front of the corner bodega. “Now the tracking on it is spotty, wherever they’re taking him it has a bad signal, and they’re moving.”

Fuck that’s not good. Hopper stands from his desk and grabs his jacket. “Okay, I’m going to check out where Steve was last seen. You tell me if the tracking ever reappears and what direction it’s heading in, that could help us predict where they may be headed. Stay here. Do not, do anything stupid.” Hopper orders before heading out the door and getting in his cruiser to go by the bakery.

~O~

They had stopped at a gas station about twenty minutes out from the cabin because Eddie wanted s'mores supplies and some beers. Steve was kind of hungry so he picked up some snacks for them too. The two of them giggled and playfully shoved each other until the gas station owner, full of fond exasperation, said that she was going to confiscate their ID’s as fakes if they didn’t stop acting like children. Steve looked concerned while Eddie just snorted.

“Like you haven’t been letting me buy beers here since I was 19 Terry.” He winks and she flips him off. They set their haul on the counter and Steve insists on paying, smacking Eddie’s hands away when he tries to steal the other man’s card. Eventually Eddie just folds his arms over Steve’s shoulders and rests his chin on Steve’s head.

“Shall I give Wayne your best then?” He teases wiggling his eyebrows. Terry scoffs and reaches across the counter to swat him.

“You’ll be keeping your mouth shut if you know what’s good for you Edward Theodore Munson. And thank your young man for buying your groceries, what were you raised in a barn?”

“Oh trust me Lady Theressa I would like nothing more than to thank him, long and often but he has rebuffed my advances because all of you keep telling him I’m such a scoundrel!” Eddie dramatically swoons against Steve’s back, swooning a little in reality at how easily Steve holds his weight. “My knight in shining armor has rebuked me, leaving me without favor or token to get me through the dark, lonely nights!”

“Are you sure you want to be seen in public with this guy?” Terry stage whispers to Steve. Steve laughs and rubs his hand over Eddie’s forearms, the metalhead squeezing him tighter in response.

“God help me but doe-eyed, curly hair nerds are kinda my type.” That response has Eddie blushing and ducking his head to hide behind his curls against Steve’s neck. He meant it when he said he’d earn that kiss, whatever Steve needed to know his interest was in something real.

“That’s on you then. You boys stay safe out there, got it?” She gives them both an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture as they gather up their bags of snacks and offer her holiday wishes in return as they head out.

Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand once they’re back in the car warming up. Steve’s eyes are glittering and Eddie squeezes his hand again so he doesn’t lean over and accidentally steal that kiss. “If you’re not completely sick of me after this trip, and you’re willing to give this a shot, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

“I think I’d like that.” Steve murmurs. Honestly if Eddie asked he’d definitely kiss him right here and now. No one has made him laugh this much in a while, has listened to Steve talk about the bakery and the youth basketball team he’s an assistant coach for with such rapt attention. He hasn’t felt this seen since Robin, who is the other half of his brain cell, they are two halves of a whole idiot and they do just about everything together. She knows he’s thought Eddie was cute from the first time he walked into the bakery, with a grease smudge on his forehead and his hair tied up in a clip.

“Is there something on my face, you’re staring.” Eddie asks, he’s actually got a smear of chocolate from a cookie on his lip but Steve just smiles and shakes his head.

“Just think you’re beautiful, that’s all.” And as color floods Eddie’s face, prompting him to hide behind his hair again as he turns to watch the road, Steve can’t help but be unrepentantly charmed. It’s silly to think about but Steve feels like he’s fallen into one of those goofy Hallmark Christmas movies. The ones where unexpected circumstances end up bringing you exactly where you’re supposed to be to meet The One or something ridiculous like that. It’s silly he knows but he has a good feeling about this Christmas.

~O~

Most of the shops had closed by the time Hopper got there, the bodega included unfortunately. But there was a pawn shop across the street that was still open. He walked in and went to the counter where a nervous, sweaty little man stared him down.

“H-hello offfficer. What can I do for you?” He dabs at his receding hairline with a stained hanky.

“That camera out front work?” He asks and the man nods.

“Yes, I-I haven’t had many customers come in today and I have all the goods I’ve had sold to me today right over here if you need to see any of them for any reason. I do feel like I should inform you-”

“I don’t care about possible stolen goods at the moment, does that camera reach to across the street?” Hopper cuts him off not wanting to be here a second longer than he needed to. 

“A little. Um, right this way officer.” He scurries over to the door to lock it and switch the sign to closed before taking Hopper to the backroom where the camera controls were set up.

“I want you to show me just before 7 to 7:15 today.” Hopper says and the man is quick to comply. He wasn’t exaggerating about the little, Hopper couldn’t see faces or anything significantly higher than people’s waists. He scanned the footage intently for anything suspicious and then he saw it. An inconspicuous looking black vehicle driving too close to the curb, kicking up sludge as it goes. He sees sharp movements and then two bodies hitting the ground. They’re almost out of frame when the incident occurs but he catches a glimpse of Steve. The young man is indeed on his phone, the device clutched in his hand as a body with its back to the camera lands on top of him. The figure is wearing what looks like jeans and a thick, dark sweater, heavy combat boots and chains dangling from one of the pockets. So definitely not Steve’s usual crowd. He watches Steve’s feet scrabble against the icy pavement before he’s pulled up and out of frame. About a minute later a similar black vehicle drives back in the other direction. 

So that must be the play. Knock them off balance by driving too close, then while the victim is disoriented loading them into the vehicle and taking off back in the opposite direction. Unfortunately this camera angle didn’t provide plate details for the vehicle so that would have to wait until morning. He just hoped Steve could hold on that long.

“Rewind a bit, I want you to print out some of these frames for me.” Hopper says, pulling up another chair.

By the time he gets back to the office he’s frustrated and worried for Steve. And he knows Joyce has got to be getting worried about him too, he should have been home almost two hours ago by now.

The kids have all gone but they pinned a map to a whiteboard they commandeered and drew a trail of dots with each check in point where they could get a signal from Steve’s phone. It looks like the kidnappers are headed towards the mountains which is not a good sign for Steve’s life expectancy. He can’t despair yet though and adds the printouts of the attack to the board. 

Steve is his boy and if these fuckers have hurt a single hair on his head, they’ll never find the bodies. No matter how much his heart and mind rage though there’s no new information to gather right now. He needs to go home, to tell Joyce what happened. He needs her help to figure out what to tell the kids if the worst comes to pass.

~O~

Wayne is standing in the open door as they pull up. Eddie can barely help the child-like grin on his face as he dashes up onto the porch, ignoring the crack of ice under his boots as he pulls his uncle into a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you.” He groans as Wayne squeezes him back just as tight,

“Missed you too son, now get in here so I can meet your boy finally.”

And oh how Eddie’s heart soared at hearing Wayne call Steve his boy, but first he had to tell Wayne the truth about what happened.

“About that Wayne, this is Steve, he’s a friend of mine. Hector won’t be joining us because he decided to be a two-timing scumbag.” Steve, absolute gentleman that he is, has all their bags with him that he sets down before offering Wayne his hand to shake.

“Steve Harrington sir, Eddie has been telling me so much about you.” Wayne returns the gesture with a small grin, so similar to Eddie’s.

“Just Wayne please, you gonna make an honest man of my boy before these knees are too old to walk him down the aisle?”

“Wayne!” Eddie sputters, resisting the urge to throw himself in the nearest snowdrift and just stay there until the spring thaw. He’s burning up so much right now he could possibly melt through the ice on the lake and just drown there too. Steve barely seems phased though and just gives Eddie a soft look.

“Well, we were going to maybe start with dinner. Save the wedding plans for the third date you know.” He winks and Eddie buries his face in his hands with a whine, great they get along too well.

“I’m going to bed!” He declares loudly, he’s had a shit day and the drive up into the mountains always stresses him out. Wayne just gives him the stink eye.

“You drag this boy all the way out here and just plan on disappearing? Show him around at least!” Wayne turns back to Steve and pats him on the shoulder, “I really tried to raise him with manners I swear.”

Steve throws his head back and laughs, looking so radiant and happy that Eddie barely feels his heart slip from his chest and splat down at his feet. Freely offered to the gorgeous man who offered to come here for him, who looks at him like he’s hoping as hard as Eddie is that this thing starting to take shape between them could be something wonderful.

“I think he’s just the way he’s supposed to be.” Steve says, looking at him so warmly. Eddie flushes and reaches for Steve again, craving the way their fingers feel folded together already and starts showing him around the cabin. It’s not massive or really even anything special. Living room, kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom across the way. There’s a little gazebo outside right on the edge of a lake which was why Wayne wanted the place to begin with. There’s boxes of decorations sitting out but no tree, when Steve asks about it Eddie just grins.

“Munson family tradition, we have to go get one. Then we spend the whole day decorating and drinking and snacking on whatever we have on hand. Sometimes we stay inside and just read while Wayne plays his old records. Or I’ll take the kids out to go skate if my cousins are around.”

“That sounds really nice Eddie. I never really got to have traditions like that growing up.” Steve had talked a bit about his cold, lonely upbringing, and how he’d never had people to celebrate the holidays with until Robin and his group of shitheads. Eddie had suspected that Steve had to be at least a bit lonely to volunteer to go to a practical stranger’s house for Christmas but Eddie was really happy he had.

“Then I’m all too happy to share ours with you.” Steve’s lip wobbles a touch as he pulls Eddie into a gentle hug.

“I feel like a horrible person for crying when you’re the one who went through so much today, but thank you for having me.” Eddie wraps his arms around Steve and holds him back just as gently, fingers sinking into Steve’s thick waves.

“Thank you for offering to come. I feel so much braver, facing everything that happened today because I wasn’t going through it alone.” The held each other for a moment longer before drifting back to their own spaces. “Want some cocoa before we head to bed? It’s a queen if you don’t mind sharing, the couch is…” he inhales sharply, “not great.”

“I feel like we’re going about things in a very weird order. Haven’t kissed, haven't been on a date but going straight to sharing a bed. Yeah, cocoa sounds nice.”

“It’s from a packet so temper your fine artisanal drink crafting expectations.” Eddie says tugging Steve into the kitchen, 

Steve just shakes his head and giggles, “Just how pretentious do you think I am?”

Wayne watches them from his seat in the living room, two of them wrapped up in their own little world of new romance as they stand hip to hip in the kitchen, sipping hot chocolate and watching each other with stars in their eyes. They might actually start discussing marriage before their third date.

Pt 3

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #dustin henderson #wayne munson #baker!steve #mechanic!eddie #modern au #no upside down au #comedy of errors #accidental kidnapping #steddiefic chronicles

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/14/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; Samba Schutte Cameo; Taika & Rita; Rhys Darby; Dominic Burgess; Lindsey Cantrell; Con O Neill Love Project; Lovely Letters; Moonglow Manifesting; Lube As A Crew; Watch Party Reminders; Uncle; People of Earth; Articles; Petition Thread; Love Notes; Gay men kissing;

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Samba Schutte =

Samba Schutte recorded a beautiful Cameo for all of us. Thank you @saveofmdcrewmates for sharing this lovely gift with us! Src: Tumblr Today is about sharing love -- with friends, family, and crew, so we want to share this with you! 💕 https://www.cameo.com/recipient/65c16e19f7ff859ddd914500

= Taika Waititi =

Rita Ora and Taika Waititi were out here being adorable with each other on Instagram today. I realise it's not OFMD related, but Taika needs love and support and that's what we're doing tonight.

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys Darby is back with this adorable grey kitten that everyone is jealous of.

Photo Srcs: ofmd-ann , Rhys' Tiktok , Tumblr - ty @kiwistede

= Dominic Burgess =

Our hilarious friend Dominic Burgess is just out here at it again being supportive AF during our events. I love this man.

= Lindsey Cantrell =

Just some love from Lindsey Cantrell on her IG Stories

== Con O Neil Love Project on IG =

Somehow I missed these! Very sweet video project for Con O'Neill happening on IG, thank you @ringasunn for posting these!

There are three videos up so far, but sounds like a 4th is on the way and Con is feeling the love you all! Such an amazing Job!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

== Lovely Letters ==

The Kudoboard for Valentine's day was sent out this morning on various platforms. Please feel free to check out some of the Lovely Letters the crew wrote to our dear Cast & Crew family.

== Moonglow Manifesting ==

Several of our crew have been manifesting moonglow and setting up spaces in their homes for that manifesting! Please check out some of the gorgeous and creative setups our crew have put together! In order of appearance: @_irene_adler, @tayleafz, @snailforkery

== Lube As A Crew ==

So @Astroglide had decided to do another Watch Party after the #ReviewAsACrew theme that was going on. @yronnia was kind enough to notify me of this fantastic review that came up before the party.

So as usual, so many memes (may of the valentine's cards are from @astroglideofficial) and responses came with the latest @Astroglide watch of the episodes 8, 9 , 10 of S1.

And @astroglideofficial's reactions were glorious as expected (reach from bottom up for chronological reactions)

However, as you can imagine, finishing at episode 10 left them where the rest of us were.

Can't wait for them to see Season 2! Hopefully they'll get some of their hope back!

== Watch Party Reminders! ==

= Feb 15/16: Uncle Season 1 =

Next 3 episodes of Uncle tomorrow! This is mainly for UK folks but non-uk folks are welcome to vpn in as well! Here's an article on how to join via vpn!

16 Feb, GMT - 8 PM, ET - 3 PM, PST - 12pm (episodes 4-6)

WatchParty Hashtags:

#ForTheNewUncle

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

= People Of Earth S1 Ep 7, 8 =

#PiratesOfEarth has been going great these last couple days! Thank you again to @iamadequate1 for organising it! Next episodes: 7 and 8 tomorrow the 15th! at 10PM GMT / 5PM EST / 4PM CST / 2 PM PST

== Articles ==

Our Flag Means Death - Streaming services are continuing to sink ships - ty @manthastar

10 Media Award-Nominated Series That Will Steal Your Heart This Valentine's Day!

== Petition Thread ==

Our friend @sonnetforbonnet was kind enough to get a twitter thread going for all the petitions for cancelled shows. For those of you without Twitter here are the Petition links.

Our Flag Means Death

Shadow & Bone / Six Of Crows

A League Of Their Own

Gentleman Jack

Station 19

Hotel Mondial

Julia

Lockwood & Co

Infinity Train

People Of Earth

Rap Sh!t

Schmigadoon!

First Kill

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

1899

Coyote Vs. Acme

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies <3 I hope that however you celebrated today, (Valentine's Day, Captain Cook's Murder Day, Your Birthday, whatever it happened to be) that you got something positive and fun out of it. I know this day is a mixed bag for a lot of folks, so any way you are able to get something good out of it, I'm excited for. A little gentle reminder, something that took me a lot of years to realise -- you are enough, with or without a partner, I hope you know that. Your partner or lack of one doesn't define you. You are you and you are wonderful and you are enchanting. You could be in the perfect relationship and that other person(s) could bring out the best in you, and yet, the best in you is still you. You shine because you are a beautiful, unique little radiant ball of starstuff, and don't you ever forget it. You deserve just as much love as you give to others, no matter what anyone says, and you deserve to be happy and to be you, just the way you are. Now matter how you feel on any given day, no matter how much energy, or spoons, or love you have for yourself, you are doing enough, and you deserve all the wonderful things this world has to offer. I know I speak for all of us on this safespaceship crew, when I say I hope tomorrow brings you joy, and love, and unhinged laughter. Get some rest babes, love you <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Yeah so, since Rhys and Taika already had new footage earlier in the recap tonight. I'm gonna be a sappy little bitch and just show you the same old footage of two gay men kissing because it brings life.

#daily ofmd recaps #daily ofmd recap #ofmd #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd daily recap #our flag means death #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #renew as a crew #rhys darby #blackbonnet #save ofmd #save our flag means death #edward teach #taika waititi #rita ora #dominic burgess #lindsey cantrell #con o'neill #moonglow manifesting

[tainted-liquor]

'Perfect Fit !...ft 42Miles ( ⸝⸝⸝ ̫⸝⸝⸝)◦♡︎

...⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ꨄ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⸝

ingredients: sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles!

TWs: Nothing? Heatwave? Idk

A/N: short luh fic

Silence. What better noise to bask in than the sound of your own thoughts and the actions of those around you? You weren't rude, or disrespectful in any capacity. But you preferred not to speak or avoid long conversations with people you weren't close to. It proved beneficial in analyzing people around you and their behavior, slowly but surely revealing their true intentions and personality beneath the six-foot grave they'd bury it under around certain crowds. One girl would compliment and play in her friend's hair, but turn around and grunt and gag when talking about the same young lady only an hour later when given the chance. So you found yourself to be quiet, and nonchalant when it came to unfamiliar faces.

As of now, you were outside with Miles, perched up in the nook of a tree with both of your guitars stationed on each other's lap. The air was finally beginning to warm up after a frigid ass winter, the pale blue and ghost white morphing into golden orange and vibrant greens. Your school sweater had been discarded somewhere across the school grounds, and the 'prestigious' Brooklyn Visions tie loosely wrapped around a nearby tree branch. "This heat got me mad tight...I can't even play in this fucking heat" you grunted, promptly resting your painted dark-oak guitar on the grassy soil. You looked over to see Miles, your boyfriend, half dead and with his shirt halfway on.

"Nah deadass...and they act like they can't turn the fuckin air on in the building" He groaned before tossing his guitar on the ground, barely wincing at the hollow thunk it made. You side-eyed him, glaring through his soul with a low "I hope you got money to replace that...since you think it's a damn toy." Miles rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to form a rebuttal before getting cut off by an unfamiliar presence. "Hey, guys!" some girl you'd seen a couple times around exclaimed, pulling her hair back into a high pony as she came to lean on the tree. You both nodded simultaneously, going back to your silent and stoic demeanor as she continued to climb up the tree trunk, squishing herself next to you on the already too-small branch. You grunted, feeling yourself grow hotter against her already warm body heat.

You cleared your throat, shooting the girl a stern glare and gesturing for her to get down. "Can you move? It's hot and I really don't wanna be all up on you..." You grunted, attempting to lean further away from her without falling on the floor. You groaned when she gave you a glare, actively staring her down silently before she hopped off your branch. Miles rolled his eyes, immediately leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head as he got comfy on his side again. He chuckled just barely above a whisper, muttering to himself "No reason for you to be pushed up on me in this heat..."

You giggled before lowering yourself down off the tree to collect your things. It was 3:19, and all you really wanted to do was sit under some cool air and chill with an icee. "C'mon. We finna go to the store. 'N put your shirt on you hoodrat." you spat, giggling as you put your guitar off to the side next to your bag before setting off. Miles glared at you, fixing his white button-up with an unamused scowl across his features, but nonetheless still pecked your forehead with the same gentle grace of a baby bird.

"Aight remember that"

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[xjustakay]

(8/19) prompt: fresh start— 710 words (coffee shop au ft. firefighter james - pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5) @jegulus-microfic

“Hi, welcome in.” Pandora calls the greeting before ducking into the back room. 

Regulus looks up from his phone tucked beneath the register’s monitor, painting on a polite expression. It’s been at least thirty minutes since their last customer, but when his focus lands on the person who’s come in, he finds any inner complaint silenced.

When he started working at his cousin’s coffee shop after leaving home, Regulus had become aware that it’s located up the street from a local fire station. He’s seen a handful of the people from there come through for their caffeine fix, but not this person. 

Yellow turnout pants are held up by two thick, red suspenders over a navy tee. It’s not really the uniform that strikes Regulus, though seeing it on this particular individual is nothing to frown about. It’s the rest of him that does it. Tan skin and dark waves of hair, toned arms and a broad chest, bright eyes and a boyish grin.

For fucks sake, the man looks made up. 

Regulus, thankfully, manages to resist the urge to fully check the stranger out, keeping his attention on his face as he approaches the counter. Smiling, the man nudges his glasses up endearingly then pushes that same hand back through his hair. If the flicker of Regulus’ eyes to the curve of his bicep gets noticed, Regulus is prepared to deny it.

“Busy night, eh?” The lovely stranger jokes.

“Certainly less interesting than your job, even if it were,” Regulus replies.

“Ah, no, slow night for us, too.” A tossed hand. A tilt of the head. “Did just get back from a riveting run to a little old lady’s because she thought there was a gas leak in her house when really she’d left her stove burner on low, though.”

“Fun,” Regulus chuckles, grabbing a marker. “Can I get a name for the order?”

It’s usually the last question he asks when taking orders, but his curiosity pesters him to know.

“It’s James.”

“James,” Regulus repeats, glancing him over.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” James notes. 

“I’m fairly new, recently came to the area for a fresh start,” Regulus confirms.

“Alone?”

“Moved in with my brother.”

James nods slowly, eyeing him as his grin widens. “Knew you had to be new. I’d definitely remember seeing you before.”

“And why’s that?” Regulus toys.

“I mean.” James makes a sweeping motion up and down toward him, mischief in his hazel eyes. “You’ve got to know you’re hard to forget, looking like that.”

Humming shortly in acknowledgement, Regulus bites hard at the inside of his cheek. He’s not sure how successful he is at hiding the smirk that threatens to appear, but he does his best. 

Normally being hit on in his place of work would have his eye twitching, but. Well.

“What can I get for you tonight?”

James huffs out an airy laugh. “Quite the question to ask someone who’s already flirting with you.”

“I thought you were here for coffee, James,” Regulus snorts, one brow arching.

“I was.” James glances down at his name tag on his apron then back up again, shameless with a bat of his eyelashes. “Regulus.”

There’s no avoiding the upward curl of his lips this time, hearing the way his name sounds coming out of James’ mouth.

“Are you going to order or not? I’ve got things to do.”

“Right, right. Let’s have a surprise. Make it sweet for me, though, won’t you?” James winks at him before pulling a ten note from his wallet and setting it on the counter. “Keep the change.”

While Regulus is busy fixing the drink moments later, he doesn’t notice James grabbing a napkin from a dispenser and fishing a pen from his pocket to jot something down on it. It’s not until Regulus calls James’ name for his drink, subtly playful goodbyes exchanged afterward, that he finds the folded napkin left on the counter. 

When he unfolds it, Regulus can’t help but let out a laugh. Because James has messily scrawled his phone number down, the words ‘to fresh starts’ written above it.

Soon enough, James will realize that Regulus had a similar idea when he finds Regulus’ number on the side of his coffee cup.

#jegulus #make it sweet for me he says okok #another random au chucked into the void #i love them every which way #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #fic: you got the antidote #<- the origins

[lily-174]

‘you’re with me. you’re safe now.” evan buckley x reader

overview: bobby have you a shift off for personal reasons and you spend time at a bar, a man tries to get with you and follows you out when you leave.

trigger warning: massive trigger warning for this fic!!!!! mentions of sexual assault, fighting, ptsd, mentions of rape ⚠️

A/N- read with caution! i got this idea from the andy situation in station 19, i sobbed through that.

if anyone has experienced something like this, it is not your fault, you are loved and needed if you need someone to talk to im here. love you all!

(not proof read it’s 1:30am)

**

a shift off, what better to do then spend your time at the bar. bobby knew you were having trouble sleeping at the moment so he sent you home to catch up on your sleep, you did go home, you tried to sleep. but you couldn’t. so you thought maybe a few drinks would help.

you walked up to the bar ordering another margarita, you noticed an older man maybe in his 30s at the end of the bar smile at you as you ordered your drink, you didn’t think anything of it. he had a kind look to him, blonde hair almost like bucks, but longer. he had a nice welcoming smile and a longer nose. you smiled back to him as you paid for you drink.

the past hour you’d noticed the mans small advances, a member of staff coming up to you with a drink saying the man bought it for you, you had looked over at him and he winked at you.

every time you’d looked over at the man, he winked or smirked at you, you were sure he wouldn’t speak to you, he wouldn’t surely not. he looked almost ten years older then you, you being 26.

a while later you saw the man again walking towards you, maybe he’d spark up a conversation. you wouldn’t look so lonely drinking on your own then. he made his way to his table sitting next to you putting his beer on the table.

“how you doing beautiful?” he asked, how cliche. you giggled slightly and took a sip from you drink before responding.

“i’m good, how are you?” you replied trying to have a friendly conversation, you weren’t interested in anything else. you were spoken for. even though you’d only been on a few dates with buck, and he hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet. you knew you only wanted evan buckley.

“better since you turned up” you laughed it off, starting to realise he might not be as nice as you originally thought.

“what’s a gorgeous young girl like you doing in a bar like this all alone?” he smirked, you felt a shiver go down your spine and moves your drink closer to you.

“me and my boyfriend work like 20 minutes away” you answered, buck wasn’t your boyfriend yet but you thought it would be best to say you had a boyfriend in this situation.

“and what type of man is he to let his lady be alone in a bar so vulnerable” now those words were a massive warning sign, you laughed it off yet again trying not to draw much attention to your actions and looked down at your phone. you messaged hen; i’m coming to the station.

she didn’t respond, they were probably on a call. you thought if she answered you back it would be an excuse for you to leave. but she didn’t. so you had to come up with another idea. just be straight.

“thank you for the drink, but i have to go.” you smiled as you stood up, his face dropped slightly, not expecting you to leave so early.

“come on darling stay for another drink” you smiled grabbing your glass.

“i cant, have a nice night though” you smiled walking to the bar placing your empty glass there before turning to leave, you smiled at the man as you left. you took a deep breath of the nice cold air and started walking. not even five minutes later you heard footsteps behind you, it couldn’t be.

your anxiety spiked as you heard the footsteps getting closer, you turned a corner trying to get to the firehouse as quickly as possible but it was a good 20 minute walk. your hands became clammy as you looked back seeing the same man, you began walking faster in an attempt to speed away from the man. but it didn’t work.

you felt an arm on your shoulder and you felt paralysed as you were pushed against a wall, you fear consumed you. no this couldn’t be happening. you’d spoken to athena, shes told you what to do in these situations but you froze.

“no! stop! help buck!” you screamed, your senses finally kicked in when you felt him try and undo the button on your jeans, you wriggled and punched trying to get your way out. but he was pinning you against the wall with his body weight. your heart felt like it was beating 1000 mph, you felt like you were going to be sick.

“i’m a firefighter please stop!” you screamed as he tried pushing his hand down your trousers, you wriggled again managing to get an arm free and grabbed his face poking him in the eye, he let go of you and you quickly got out of his grasp going to run but only to be pulled back by your hair.

“that’s not gonna work honey” he pulled your hair pulling you back, you hissed in pain as you felt a hit to your head. he punched you, no you couldn’t let this happen, you had a moment as he let go of your hair to try and pin you again. in that split second you kicked him in the balls. as hard as you could and he doubled over in pain.

you ran. you ran as fast as you could, you heart beating fast, the side of your face throbbing in pain. you didn’t look back once you just ran. your lungs felt like they were on fire. you had to get to the station. you had to. you had never ran so fast in your life.

once you saw the 118, you felt like your legs were going to give in but you didn’t stop. tears welling up in your eyes. you kept running. you ran into the station looking around seeing the trucks still there you felt relieved.

“buck!” you shouted but it came out as a sob as you ran towards the stairs, lungs on fire. tears now streaming down your cheeks.

“y/n” you saw chimney in the locker room, he ran up to you and your legs buckled. you weren’t alone. the tears came faster, pouring down your cheeks.

“guys! bring me the jump bag! get buck down here” chim shouted, then your team ran down the stairs buck infront of everyone.

“y/n” he exclaimed as he got to your side, you saw him and a sob escaped your lips, louder then the ones previously.

“what happened? who the fuck did this?!” he asked clearly his anger was taking over he moved closer to you and you flinched. hen moved between you and the boys.

“buck calm down! bobby call athena!” hen ordered, buck turned around taking in a deep breath. eddie walking up to him.

“y/n can you stand? let’s get you in the ambulance okay?” you shook your head, you wanted buck, you wanted to be in his arms but, you’d compared that guy to buck in your head. you felt sick.

“no hospital” you cried, as you looked up at buck facing the opposite direction, he didn’t even know what happened and he couldn’t look at you. he was talking to eddie. eddie noticed you looking at him and said something to buck patting his shoulder and buck turned around walking up to you slowly.

“y/n can i?” he gestured to the floor next to you asking if he could sit, you nodded. and he slowly sat next to you, as soon as he did you hugged him.

he hugged you back, gently. you’d never seen buck being this gently before. he rubbed your back and held you as if you were about to break. buck signalled the others to leave you two alone for a minute.

“can we go upstairs? sit down and talk?” he asked, you nodded again, the tears had stopped and you just had a blank look on your face. you looked down to see your hands shaking, buck stood up holding a hand out for you to take. when you did he helped you stand, your legs shaking you swayed on the spot feeling uneasy.

“can i help?” you didn’t say anything just looked down, you didn’t want to tell him what had happened. you’d been nice to the man, you smiled at him before you left.

“y/n? can i help?” he asked again like you didn’t hear him and you nodded, he picked you up as gently as he could and carried you up the stairs, once he reaches the couch he gently sat you on it before sitting next to you.

“can you tell me what happened?” again you said nothing just leaning your head on his chest as he carefully put his arm around you.

you sat their in silence for a while, before you spoke. the dull blank look on your face not changing once. your eyes heavy and rimmed red.

“i was at the bar.. this guy.. he bought me a drink and smiled at me. i told him i had a boyfriend, but i smiled at him when i left. i shouldn’t have. i shouldn’t have been nice.. maybe it would’ve been” buck cut you off, he could barely hear you, you’d been speaking so quietly pain lacing your voice.

“nothing that happened tonight was your fault okay? you smiled because you’re polite. that is no invitation” buck interjected, you shook your head in response.

“i cant do this buck.. i’m gonna be sick” you said leaning forward, he grabbed an empty popcorn bucket off the cabinet next to him and put it in front of you, almost instantly you emptied the contents of your stomach inside the bowl.

“it’s okay, you’re okay” he whispered rubbing your back with one hand and holding your hair back with the other trying to comfort you.

“i need to shower. like right now” you said getting up but the exhaustion you felt taking over you swayed your head becoming fuzzy black spots overtaking your vision.

“not yet y/n/n, athena will be here in a minute your clothes all of it is evidence. she’ll find him” just as buck finished his sentence athena and bobby walked into the room.

“hey y/n how you feeling?” athena asked sitting opposite you, you looked at buck he nodded as if he was comforting you telling you it was okay.

“boys maybe you should wait for us somewhere else” athena suggested, bobby nodded.

“we are all here if you need us okay?” bobby gave you a soft reassuring smile.

“come on buck” bobby said, you shook your head.

“buck stays.”

athena nodded and bobby left the room, leaving you with athena and buck. she began by asking you the routine questions. every single one made you uncomfortable even though Athena was your friend. it took you a while to open up and tell her what happened. you explained everything, choking up with sobs a few times, having buck next to you really helped. he always had the skill to make dark situations less dark, but this time he had nothing to say, he just comforted you.

when you mentioned the man forcing his hand down your jeans and punching you in the face buck had to look away the anger building up.

“i’ll be back in a minute okay? i’ll give you girls a minute” he said giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, getting up and leaving as you continued talking to athena.

buck went downstairs and found the rest of the team, he needed a minute alone, walking into the back by the gym, he let out a sigh and his anger just got too much. who the fuck thinks they can do that? to any woman? buck wasn’t there to protect you, he felt so guilty. his thoughts becoming too much he balled his hand into a fist and hit the wall infront of him letting some of the anger out, he grunted in pain noticing the small amount of blood he left on the wall.

“buck calm down man” he heard eddie’s voice behind him, buck turned to face eddie with tears in his eyes, eddie sighed walking up to his best friend and hugging him.

“i should’ve been there” buck mumbled a few tears falling from his eyes. eddie patted bucks back in an attempt to comfort his friend.

“your hand okay?” eddie asked as he pulled away, buck looked down at his bloody hand and nodded. eddie shook his head.

“buck you got to keep it together for a bit, not for yourself. for y/n. you love her. everyone here knows it.” buck sighed and nodded, he did he’d been in love with you for such a long time, when he finally got the courage to ask you out and you said yes he was thrilled.

“buck” bobby’s voice came from round the corner, bobby walked in followed by the rest of the team. buck still had tears in his eyes. he wiped them away not wanting people to think he was making this about him.

“take her home. stay with her until athena catches the guy. make sure she knows we are all with her. we all love her. after shift i’ll bring you guys some food over so you don’t have to cook” bobby smiled softly, this team was a family. they really were.

“i already spoke to maddie, she said she’ll come over and they can spend some time together hopefully take her mind off whatever is going on” chimney smiled softly at buck.

“i’m good to do extra hours for you both, don’t rush coming back. me and athena will make sure she gets help if she needs it” hen said, a few tears slipped from bucks eyes and everyone brought him into a hug, you came downstairs with athena dressed in shorts and a 118 top. you’d taken a shower and athena had your clothes in an evidence bag.

buck held his arms open for you, and you accepted joining the group hug. you loved your family so much. and you loved buck, evan buckley.

buck drove you both back to his apartment, you didn’t say a word the whole way there. once you got into his apartment you went straight up to his bedroom and got one of his big hoodies and his joggers that are huge on you.

“don’t come up here yet!” you shouted, you got changed tying the joggers tightly round your waist and putting his hoodie on. you looked at your body in the mirror feeling disgusted, bruises already showing up. your face looking battered and like you hadn’t slept in a week. you crawled into his bed pulling the covers over you inhaling the comforting scent of bucks aftershave.

“can i come up?” he asked from downstairs, you shouted ‘yes’ and he made his way up the stairs and sat on the edge of the bed.

“do you want me to sleep on the couch downstairs?” he asked, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable, he wanted you to feel safe. you shook your head.

“i’m not gonna sleep so i can go downstairs” you mumbled, buck shook his head.

“no no i’m good downstairs. you want anything to eat or drink?” he asked, gently rubbing your back but you jumped slightly at the sudden touch, he apologised moving his hand instantly.

“a bottle of vodka would be nice” he smiled softly, and you turned to face him.

“still got a sense of humour there that’s a good sign.” he smiled, you moved over to the other side of the bed so he could get under the covers too.

“ i don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable” he said softly, it was true. he also needed to change but he didn’t know if changing infront of you would make you feel uncomfortable.

“you won’t buck.. get changed get in bed. i’m not sleeping anyway” he sighed and got up he hit changed, normally he slept in just his boxers but he really didn’t want to push you so he put on some joggers and a cotton t-shirt, then got in bed next to you.

you carefully moved closer to him laying your head on his chest, his warmth was so comforting you felt safer with buck. you knew you’d now be glued to his side for a while. and you were terrified this would change his opinion of you. but it wouldn’t. he loved you.

you laid cuddled up to him, you laid in silence for over an hour. you were scared to close your eyes but they were so heavy you couldn’t help them closing. you fell asleep, clearly the running wore you out. when buck noticed you were asleep he was afraid to breathe he didn’t want to risk waking you up. he laid holding you for hours tears gently rolling down his cheeks thinking about what happened until he finally fell asleep.

buck felt something hit his side that woke him up, he glanced at the clock next to him and it read 4:37AM he turned over to see you shaking in your sleep, wriggling around..

“y/n” he whispered, he didn’t want to startle you and scare you even more.

“buck! help me!” you screamed yourself awake, you shot up sobs coming from the back of your throat, buck pulled you into his arms.

“i’ve got you. you’re with me, you’re safe now. it’s buck.” he whispered softly you clung to him grabbing handfuls of his top sobbing, he held you tightly, he tried his best to comfort you.

“i could feel him touching me evan i cant do this” you cries into his shoulder, he pulled away from the hug cupping your cheeks wiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“you can. i’m here. i’m going to help you. i’m never going to let someone do that to you again. i’m here for you y/n i love you. i’ve loved you for so long” he whispered in a comforting tone of voice as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“you love me?” you asked looking up at him, he gave a soft smile and nodded.

“i love you too”

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[oneshotnewbie]

Now this one isn’t the character but for the shoe station-19 in general, what if Carina and Maya have a daughter that’s older in the show, and you’re at the emmys irl. And Y/N won the award for best supporting actress and she thanks stephina and Danielle in her speech cause it’s her first acting gig ever and they took her under her wing and really made her feel like a daughter??? Thoughts?

Authors note: It's very short because at the time I wrote this I was sick and my head wasn't working as well as I would have liked. I hope you still like what I wrote. Have a nice day ♥

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The glamorous ballroom was filled with a sea of sparkling gowns and elegant suits, which showed their full splendor in the festive, warm spotlights. At the center of the stage was a shiny podium with a glowing Emmy Award just waiting to be won.

A strong and unrestrained applause from the audience echoed through the majestic walls and the lights in the hall flickered wildly as the presenter stepped to the microphone with a solemn voice and an enthusiastic smile and announced the highlight of the evening. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's the time we've all been eagerly awaiting! We're here to present the Emmy for Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series. Are you ready?"

He drummed his hands enthusiastically on the stand in front of him, largely elevating the mood of the celebrities in the room. The camera panned from him to the excited faces of the nominees as they sat tensely in their seats. The tension was literally palpable. "And the Emmy goes to.." he opened the red envelope in his hands and continued with the famous words as he excitedly announced them. "Y/n y/l/n!"

A deafening round of applause erupted and the room shook with applause and cheers as you stood up from your seat, eyes wide and heart pounding. Your hands were shaking with excitement as you walked onto the stage with tears in your eyes and a bright smile, the audience watching you intently as the camera captured the emotionally charged reaction. In that moment, feelings of joy, pride and surprise flooded through you.

You reached the shining podium where the Emmy waited for you, shiny and golden like a symbol of all the hard work and dedication you had put into your art, feeling the warmth of the golden metal in your cold hands. There was a moment of silence before you cleared your throat and looked up at the crowd. "Wow, I can't believe it. This is really surreal," you began, your voice shaking slightly as you were overwhelmed by the thoughts and feelings flooding your mind.

The bright lights from the cameras almost blinded you as the host presented you with the Emmy. The crowd continued to cheer and you could feel the excitement crackling in the air. Standing in front of the microphone, you felt the weight of the moment on your shoulders and took a deep breath, your eyes immediately scanning the beaming audience until you spotted the familiar faces of the people who had made you who you were today - Danielle and Stefania. A smile spread across your face and your eyes filled with deep gratitude. "I can hardly express how grateful I am for this moment. For me this is not just a trophy, but a symbol of the journey I have taken with so many wonderful people."

Applause broke out again and you took a deep breath, visibly moved as you tried to continue your speech with a big smile and tears of joy in your eyes. "It's my first role and I'm standing here with this incredible award in my hands. I couldn't have done it without the support of some really special people."

You turned your gaze again to Danielle and Stefanie, who beamed with emotion and looked at you with proud eyes. "Dani, Stef, you are the cornerstones of my success. When I was unsure and the world of acting seemed so foreign to me, you took me under your wing. You not only taught me how to play a role, but you made me feel like a real daughter who was truly loved."

The eyes of the two women in question shone with pure emotion, and a hint of it was in the air as they sent several air kisses your way, encouraging you to continue. The room listened reverently as you continued to try to put your thoughts into words. "You saw my fears and helped me to grow beyond myself. Danielle, you were and still are like a anchor in the surf. You saw my fears and helped me overcome them. Stefania, you nurtured my dreams and gave me the wings to fly."

A gentle round of applause accompanied your words as you turned your attention back to the Emmy you were holding tightly in your hands. "This Emmy doesn't just belong to me. It belongs above all to you two because you are not only extraordinary actors, but also extraordinary people. Thank you for being my family. Thanks also to the entire team at Station 19 - Jaina, Gray, Jason, Jay, Barrett... here's to many more years with you as a series family by my side!"

“We love you, y/n/n!” the latina shouted and the crowd cheered once more while you couldn´t help but smile at the call in of Jaina. Danielle and Stefania clapped with proud and emotional faces as you left the stage. The cameras captured the moment, where you fell into the arms of your friends and they celebrated you with happiness. Tears of joy in Danielle and Stefania's eyes in this magical moment could be seen, while the music slowly began to play and the hall celebrated the triumph of this special and successful evening.

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