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CHICAGO FIRE – A COFFIN THAT SMALL (S01E19)

[TRIGGER WARNING: kid trapped in laundry chute gif under the cut]

Matt Casey: Hey.

Heather Darden: I am so sorry. I completely zonked out.

Matt Casey: No worries. I didn’t want to wake you.

Heather Darden: What time is it?

Matt Casey: Uh, 7:00.

Heather Darden: Oops, I, uh, I have to pick up the boys from

grandma’s.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Heather Darden: Uh, the baking dish is still dirty, so I’m gonna

wash it.

Matt Casey: I’ll clean it.

Heather Darden: Matt.

Matt Casey: I saw this swing set fort type thing at True Value.

I’ve been meaning to build it for Griffin and Ben.

I’ll bring it and the dish by after shift. If that’s cool

with you.

Heather Darden: Thank you, you’re… that’s very sweet.

Matt Casey: Oh, come on.

Heather Darden: Mind if I use your bathroom?

Matt Casey: Of course.

[knocks on door]

Kelly Severide: Hey.

Matt Casey: Hey.

Kelly Severide: My dad wanted me to drop that off. His way of

apologising for you catching that elbow.

Matt Casey: Thanks.

Kelly Severide: All right, well, I-I’ll see you at the house.

Heather Darden: Do you have any mouthwash?

Matt Casey: Eh… it’s not what you…

Hey.

Hey! It’s not what you think!

Kelly Severide: Yeah, I’m sure you’ve got it all figured out.

[car door slams, engine starts]

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: Hey! Any of you guys know John Pritchard,

or are you all too young?

Matt Casey: He was gone before I came on, but I heard stories.

Mouch: Piece of work, that one.

Otis Zvonecek: What, he died or something?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah! You know, Boden, Mouch and me,

we all knew him back in the day. He

must have been 20 years older than

Boden if that tells you anything.

Otis Zvonecek: What did he die of?

Christopher Herrmann: Old man stuff. I don’t know.

Matt Casey: [chuckles]

Christopher Herrmann: Funeral is tomorrow up at Grayslake.

Otis Zvonecek: Are you guys going?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, I guess, you know? We should

pay our respects.

Matt Casey: All right. Hydrant’s good to go.

Christopher Herrmann: [grunts]

Peter Mills, you get to flush the next

one.

Mouch: By the way, saikensha wa saimusha yori kioku yoshi.

Otis Zvonecek: What the hell’s that?

Mouch: You bet me I couldn’t say a sentence in Japanese. I just

said one. You owe me 20 bucks.

Joe Cruz: [chuckles]

Otis Zvonecek: Okay. (A) I don’t remember that. And (B) how do

I know you’re not just speaking gibberish?

Mouch: It’s a sentence.

Otis Zvonecek: What’s it mean?

Mouch: Pay me 20 bucks, I’ll tell you.

Otis Zvonecek: Ridiculous. You tell me and…

Boy 1: Help! Help!

He fell!

We were playing hide and seek upstairs.

Victim 1 (Little boy): [groans]

Matt Casey: Hang on. We’re coming.

Victim 1 (Little boy): [strangled grunts]

- title -

Joe Cruz: (into radio) This is 81. I need a paramedic across from

our firehouse.

Dispatcher: (over radio) What’s the address?

Joe Cruz: (into radio) Look for our lights!

Let’s go, bro!

Peter Mills: Hit it!

[siren wailing]

Victim 1 (Little boy): [strangled grunts/breathing]

Matt Casey: His neck’s twisted. He can’t breathe.

Boy 1: I told Taye not to go in that chute. He knows better.

Matt Casey: Come with me.

All right, we have to get through this block.

[buzzing]

Boy 1: [crying]

[sirens wailing]

Matt Casey: (over radio) 61, we need you on the second floor.

It’s a child.

Gabby Dawson: What’s going on?

Otis Zvonecek: Kid hid in the laundry chute.

Joe Cruz: Mills, get in here.

Peter Mills: Yeah!

[drilling]

Lady 1 (Mom): Dougie?

Boy 1 (Dougie): [cries] I told him infinity times not to hide in

there [cries]

[indistinct chatter]

Matt Casey: Okay let’s peel back the front.

Lady 1 (Mom): Taye?

Chief Boden: Ma’am. Ma’am, don’t look.

Lady 1 (Mom): [gasps]

Chief Boden: We’ll get him out. Let them work.

Matt Casey: Get his head.

Lady 1 (Mom): Dougie… Honey, go upstairs.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Lady 1 (Mom): Oh God. Oh Lord.

Matt Casey: Let’s back him out.

Chief Boden: Don’t look.

Lady 1 (Mom): [cries]

Joe Cruz: [grunts]

Grab his legs.

Otis Zvonecek: He’s conscious but barely.

Lady 1 (Mom): Taye! [cries]

Chief Boden: Okay, okay. Okay.

Lady 1 (Mom): [cries]

Joe Cruz: Grab his legs.

Lady 1 (Mom): Taye.

Leslie Shay: Let’s board him quickly.

Chief Boden: Hold on to me.

Lady 1 (Mom): [sobs]

Gabby Dawson: One, two, three.

[grunting]

Gabby Dawson: You the mother?

Lady 1 (Mom): Yes.

Gabby Dawson: You can ride in the back with me. Let’s go.

Chief Boden: Go on.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: I’ll be right back.

What have you heard?

Lady 1 (Mom): Um… the doctor says it looks bad. It’s a

damaged windpipe, so his brain was…

without oxygen.

Gabby Dawson: Well, they’ve got great surgeons here. They’ll

do everything they can.

Lady 1 (Mom): You know… Taye has been to your firehouse.

Gabby Dawson: Oh yeah?

Lady 1 (Mom): Yeah. His whole class went on a field trip last fall

when the school year started. It was all he could

talk about for days [chuckles] [sniffs]

He said he wants to be a fireman, help people.

Gabby Dawson: That’s… that’s sweet.

Lady 1 (Mom): [sniffs] Gangs are always calling, but he won’t bite.

He’s gonna be straight and narrow, and I believe

that.

Gabby Dawson: I’m sure he will.

Lady 1 (Mom): [sniffles] Thank you.

cutscene

Matt Casey: You gotta be kidding me.

Mouch: I don’t know if I can handle another season like the

last one.

Christopher Herrmann: Hope springs eternal.

Mouch: Hope never met a Sox September.

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, well at least you guys have a series win

in the last century. Try being a Cubs fan.

Christopher Herrmann: There’s plenty of room on the

bandwagon if you want to move to

the south side.

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah. What are you, Pouch? You Cubs or Sox,

huh?

Christopher Herrmann: Look at her feet. She’s definitely a

White Sox fan.

Joe Cruz: Guys, put a cork in it. I’m trying to listen to the

Hawk.

Mouch: Saikensha wa saimusha yori kioku yoshi.

Otis Zvonecek: What does that mean?

Matt Casey: Hey, if they score, come get me.

Otis Zvonecek: [muttering] Saikensha… Sai…

Chief Boden: Hey Lieutenant. I want to bring you up to speed

on what Kelly’s just filled me in on.

Kelly Severide: I’m gonna push to fast-track Peter Mills to

Squad. The youngest anyone’s every made

it was 23.

Matt Casey: You.

Kelly Severide: I think Mills can break the record. And I talked

to Chief Walker over at District, and he thinks it

would be great for CFD morale.

Matt Casey: Is that what you think, Chief? Great for morale?

Chief Boden: As long as he qualifies.

Matt Casey: Well, sounds like you guys have all the answers.

cutscene

Peter Mills: You wanted to see me, Chief?

Chief Boden: As you’re aware, Lieutenant Severide thinks

that you’ll make a strong addition to Rescue

Squad.

[door closes]

Peter Mills: Yes.

Chief Boden: I just want to hear your take on it.

Peter Mills: I’m gonna bust my ass to make it happen.

Chief Boden: Why?

Peter Mills: I’m sorry?

Chief Boden: Why’s it so important to you?

Peter Mills: ‘Cause I want to be an elite firefighter, sir.

Chief Boden: And this has got nothing to do with your

father?

Peter Mills: No, sir.

This has nothing to do with what my father did

or did not do with his time at the CFD. This is

about me

Chief Boden: Well, since you’ve been here you’ve put on ten

pounds. Which, from where I sit, doesn’t look

like a candidate willing to bust his ass.

[slurps]

[door closes]

Gabby Dawson: Hey, how’s it going?

Peter Mills: Been better.

Gabby Dawson: You need me to take care of someone? Give

me a name.

Peter Mills: Not now.

cutscene

Matt Casey: Heather Darden and me, we’re just friends. She

came over to talk and fell asleep on my couch.

Kelly Severide: Right. Got it.

Matt Casey: I don’t know what you want me to say here.

Kelly Severide: I saw what I saw, Casey. Sell your clean whistle

act to someone else, ‘cause I ain’t buying.

Matt Casey: You can’t imagine you might be wrong about

something, can you?

Kelly Severide: I can imagine a lot of things, just not the idea

of you rolling around with Andy’s widow.

Matt Casey: Come on.

Kelly Severide: Explain to me why Heather barely talks to me,

but she’ll sleep with you, even though you’re

the guy who put her husband through that

window?

[gunshots]

[shouting]

[glass shattering]

Firefighter: Get down!

Get down!

[gunshots]

Christopher Herrmann: What the hell is going on in here?

[tires squealing]

Chief Boden: You okay?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Chief Boden: Casey, are you okay?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Chief Boden: What the hell is going on here, Detective? This

has always been a neighbourhood house.

Man 1 (Det. Ben Vikan): You tell me. No run-ins recently? No

fires where one of your guys tried to

pop off to the local…

Chief Boden: No.

Christopher Herrmann: We’re not cops. People are happy to

see a firefighter show up.

Man 1 (Det. Ben Vikan): Could this be Voight related?

Matt Casey: Voight?

Man 1 (Det. Ben Vikan): When it comes to gang violence, the

man has a long reach. He’s got a

dismissal hearing soon.

Matt Casey: Not like Voight to stir up the nest if he’s trying to

free himself.

Joe Cruz: Man, why don’t you pick up one of these bangers

for something small and trade the bust for what

they know about the shooters?

Man 1 (Det. Ben Vikan): Corner boys in this neighbourhood

are good. We can’t catch them with

the drugs and make the bust stick.

We’ll keep our ears to the ground.

In the meantime, I’ll make sure we

have a conspicuous police presence

around the station.

Chief Boden: Meaning what?

Man 1 (Det. Ben Vikan): Put a special detail on it. Squad

outside. Officer posted in the

house.

Firefighters: [muttering in disagreement]

Chief Boden: Well, that’s fine. So long as the men are safe.

Otis Zvonecek: [sighs]

Chief Boden: What?

Christopher Herrmann: Cops in the house is a bad precedent.

Sends a message to the good residents

around here that… we’re not a safe

haven.

Mouch: You rather have one of us be killed?

Christopher Herrmann: Of course not.

Chief Boden: We will let the police handle their business, and

we… will handle ours.

Joe Cruz: [sighs]

cutscene

[police radio chatter]

Otis Zvonecek: Never seen anything like this before.

Joe Cruz: So much for being the neighbourhood’s house.

[engine starts]

[dramatic music]

cutscene

Lady 2 (Barista): Here you go.

Leslie Shay: Thanks.

Kelly Severide: Thanks.

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

Kelly Severide: Hey, any word on that kid pulled out of the

laundry chute?

Leslie Shay: I haven’t heard anything yet.

Hey, what’s going on with you and Casey? It

seemed like…

Kelly Severide: Oh, I don’t… I don’t want to talk about Casey.

Leslie Shay: Okay, fine. We’ll just enjoy watching you two

mark your territory.

Kelly Severide: Ah…

Leslie Shay: So what do you want to talk about?

Kelly Severide: So how would this work? With the, um…

insemination?

Leslie Shay: Well… basically, you know, I’d get a hormone

injection once a day for 12 days to boost

ovulation, then we’d go to a clinic where they

have rooms set aside for collection. Meaning

you know, they give you magazines or

whatever and you go in and do your business.

Kelly Severide: I mean, I get that part

[chuckling]

Kelly Severide: How much does it cost?

Leslie Shay: Uh, all-in, 10 grandish.

Kelly Severide: 10 grand, are you serious?

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

Kelly Severide: You have that kind of cash?

Leslie Shay: I’m gonna stretch some card limits and cobble

it together.

Kelly Severide: I’m in.

[laughter]

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: What?

Mouch: You picked him up first?

Christopher Herrmann: Just get in.

Mouch: Now I gotta stare at the back of your head for an

hour?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Mouch: Guess it’s better than getting shot at at the

firehouse.

Boden & Herrmann: [laughs]

[laughter]

Chief Boden: So I come home, try to climb in through the

window, but it’s shut. It’s locked.Oh, okay. I

thought I got a clean getaway, but no. Now

I gotta go around and ring on the damn

doorbell.

[laughter]

Chief Boden: My old man, he’s just sitting in his chair.

Waiting for me. For hours.

Mouch: 3 o’clock in the morning.

Chief Boden: Alcohol on my breath

Mouch: Ooh! [laughs]

Chief Boden: He just stares at me, hard as nails. He says,

“boy, you got four choices where you’re going

to college… Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines…

pick one.”

Mouch: Wow.

Chief Boden: [scoffs]

Christopher Herrmann: At least your old man gave a damn.

Mouch: Oh, Bill Herrmann wasn’t so bad. I’m friends with

Chris’s older brother, Larry. Your dad would throw

the ball with us when he was home.

Christopher Herrmann: Larry did not disappoint him the way

that I did.

Chief Boden: You never told me about your dad.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw, sold luggage to department

stores all over the Midwest. He

was on the road more than he

was home.

Chief Boden: Is that right?

Christopher Herrmann: He wanted me to chase him into

the business like my brother

Larry did, so naturally I took the

fireman’s test.

[chuckling]

Christopher Herrmann: They got this whole thing…

Larry and my dad.

I don’t talk to him that much

anymore.

Mouch: You should call him.

Christopher Herrmann: I should. It’d be that much worse

when he didn’t call me back.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: [panting]

Peter Mills: What are you doing here?

Gabby Dawson: Maybe being quiet and keeping to

yourself is how it works in the Mills

family, but that’s not how the Dawsons

Dawsons do it.

Peter Mills: Is that so?

Gabby Dawson: Look, if you want to fly solo, you better do it

in bed with your eyes closed, okay? But if

you want to train for Squad, you better get

ready to talk while you run, ‘cause I’m

coming with you.

Hey. I want to be a part of whatever comes your

way.

Peter Mills: Well, then you better tie your shoes first.

Gabby Dawson: Oh!

Peter Mills: [laughs]

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] Oh I’m gonna get you!

cutscene

Chief Boden: This is the right time, right?

Christopher Herrmann: Paper said 3:30.

[organ playing in background]

Christopher Herrmann: Excuse me, is this the Pritchard

funeral?

Man 2 (Mortician): Yes. Yes, we’re about to get underway.

Christopher Herrmann: Oh.

Man 2 (Mortician): Have a seat.

Mouch: Thanks.

Chief Boden: Thanks.

Christopher Herrmann: Are you kidding me with this? Didn’t

he have, like, five sons?

Mouch: Yeah.

Christopher Herrmann: Where’s his family?

Man 3 (Preacher): Welcome, friends. We’re all here today not

to grieve but to celebrate the life of…

John Aaron Pritchard. Matthew 5:4 says,

“Blessed are they who mourn for they

shall be comforted.”

Mouch: Let’s get outta here.

Chief Boden: Amen.

Christopher Herrmann: So, like, I mean, that’s it? I mean

what… half a dozen people, and

no family, and a preacher who

doesn’t even know his name

without looking at the program?

And where’s the truck with a half-

raised ladder and salute to a fallen

firefighter?

Chief Boden: Chris…

Christopher Herrmann: No, I’m serious. What’s my funeral

gonna be like when I kick it? Or

yours, Mouch, huh?

Mouch: Doubt I’ll care.

Christopher Herrmann: All the same, he deserved a funeral

with respect for all of his service.

And just because he waited a dozen

years to die and moved out to the

sticks doesn’t mean that he wasn’t a

hero.

Chief Boden: Let’s go.

Mouch: Shotgun!

Christopher Herrmann: This… this ain’t right! Grr!

cutscene

[indistinct police radio chatter]

Matt Casey: Any word on the shooters?

Uniformed Cop: Nada.

Matt Casey: How was the funeral?

Christopher Herrmann: What’s worse than terrible? It

was that.

Peter Mills: [groans]

Otis Zvonecek: What?

Peter Mills: Oven’s busted.

Christopher Herrmann: What? Blender is too.

[buzzing]

Joe Cruz: Bad news. Remember that kid from last shift?

Trapped in the laundry chute?

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah?

Joe Cruz: Didn’t make it.

Gabby Dawson: He came here, this kid. He was here on a

class field trip.

He told his mom he wanted to be a fireman

when he got home.

Peter Mills: Wow, I recognise him. It was my first day. You

guys had me give the tour.

Otis Zvonecek: [exhales] Man I remember that.

Joe Cruz: Funeral’s on Friday.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey pop, it’s Christopher. Just…

checking in. I know it’s been a

while, and… anyway just call

me back.

cutscene

Kelly Severide: You know what the worst part is?

Matt Casey: What is the worst part, Kelly?

Kelly Severide: That you don’t have enough sack to

admit you’re sleeping with Heather.

At least come clean.

Matt Casey: Keep walking. I’m done explaining myself.

Kelly Severide: You haven’t explained a damn thing!

That’s the point!

Matt Casey: ‘Cause you’re wrong!

Don’t come up on me again like this.

Kelly Severide: Really?

Chief Boden: What the hell is going on here?

In my office, now.

[object clatters]

Chief Boden: We’ve been here before. Almost tore

this house apart.

Kelly Severide: This time, it’s different.

Chief Boden: Tell me about it.

Kelly Severide: Yeah, Casey, tell him about it.

Matt Casey: No offense, Chief.

[door shuts]

cutscene

Leslie Shay: So what do you think about the whole

Casey/Heather thing?

Gabby Dawson: Uh… I don’t know.

Leslie Shay: Hmm. You haven’t asked him?

Gabby Dawson: We’ve said like two sentences to each

other in a month.

Hey, what’s your name?

Man 4: Phillip.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] All right, let’s get you up, Phillip.

Come on.

Here we go [groans]

Leslie Shay: Whoa!

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles]

Leslie Shay: Phillip, that is not the kind of full moon I was

expecting to see today.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Leslie Shay: Come on.

Gabby Dawson: Here we go.

Leslie Shay: All right, keep your pants up.

Gabby Dawson: Whew! So Severide’s, uh, little swimmers,

huh?

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: And who’s paying for this?

Leslie Shay: [sighs] I don’t know.

Gabby Dawson: You know, there’s another, cheaper alternative.

Leslie Shay: Oh, come on.

Gabby Dawson: What? I’m just saying.

Leslie Shay: Oh boy.

Gabby Dawson: Nature has already worked out a lot of these

details.

Come on. Oh!

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

[horn beeping]

Leslie Shay: (into radio) I need a 10-1 to East Van Buren, now!

Dispatcher: (over radio) What’s the nature of the call?

Leslie Shay: (into radio) Someone’s stealing our ambulance!

[horn beeping]

[tires screeching]

Gabby Dawson: Hey!

Man 5 (Thief): What the hell?

Gabby Dawson: Pull over!

Man 5 (Thief): Shut up!

Gabby Dawson: You can’t steal an ambulance!

Man 5 (Thief): I said shut up!

Gabby Dawson: Listen to me, moron!

Man 5 (Thief): Quit talking to me!

[horn honking]

Gabby Dawson: This ambulance has GPS. They can track us in

the city so they know where we’re at at all

times. When you hear the beep that means

that they’re about to shut down the engine!

Man 5 (Thief): What are you talking about?

Gabby Dawson: They’re gonna turn off the engine, lock up the

tires, and send your face flying through the

windshield.

[sirens approaching]

Man 5 (Thief): That ain’t true!

[police sirens wailing]

Gabby Dawson: Here it comes!

[beeping]

Gabby Dawson: You should buckle up!

[beeping continues]

Man 5 (Thief): Damn it!

[tires screeching]

Gabby Dawson: [heavy breathing]

Man 5 (Thief): [groans]

[siren whoops]

Gabby Dawson: Somebody call for an ambulance?

Leslie Shay: Come on, Philip.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey.

[door closes]

Leslie Shay: [clears throat] I know this may not be the best time,

um, but I have a new proposal. So please don’t

say anything or make any funny faces.

Kelly Severide: Okay.

Leslie Shay: Okay. Uh… I can’t afford the insemination. So I’ve

been thinking about Plan B. And I propose…

when the time is right, you go into your room with

magazines or Skinemax or whatever you need to

get yourself ready. And then with the lights out,

you signal me by calling out my name once. You’ll

hear your door open, footsteps. And… and then

you’ll be mounted. You will finish your business

inside of me as quickly and efficiently as possible.

And then I’ll be out the door, so you can clean up

or whatever you need to do. At which point, I will

need to be alone. Most likely to cry. And we will

never speak of this to anyone ever [chuckles] for

the rest of our lives. And… I thank you for

listening. Just think about it.

[door shuts]

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: [sighs]

[phone buzzing]

Gabby Dawson: Here we go. Here we go.

Sit. Sit.

Mouch: What the hell are you doing?

Christopher Herrmann: I’m not standing near any windows.

Mouch: Well, it ain’t exactly easy to watch the ballgame with

you staring back at me.

You think the shooters are going to text you before

they open fire?

Christopher Herrmann: I broke down and called my old

man. I got nothing back.

Otis Zvonecek: [sighs] Mills, what’s for lunch?

Peter Mills: Oh, um, I was bringing in some beef tips but I

don’t think they’re gonna taste that good raw,

so, uh, we can do some pimento cheese

sandwiches…

Joe Cruz: How about Al’s beef?

Peter Mills: Okay, all right. We’ll do Al’s beef.

Matt Casey: Call it in.

Peter Mills: I will. All right.

Mouch: Oh Otis!

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah?

Mouch: Uh, saikensha wa saimusha yori kioku yoshi.

Otis Zvonecek: Seriously, up yours, Mouch.

Mouch: [chuckles] Hey, you know who knows how to

translate that? Andrew Jackson [laughs]

Chief Boden: Dawson, where’s Shay?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, I don’t know.

Chief Boden: This is Tara Little. She’s a candidate. She’s

gonna be riding along with you guys for the

next few shifts for evaluation.

Gabby Dawson: Cool.

Lady 3 (Tara Little): Hey, so nice to meet you. I’ve heard

a lot about you.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, don’t pay any attention to what these

guys have to say. Especially Frick and

Frack over here.

Lady 3 (Tara Little): Oh, which one’s Frick?

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] Come on.

Matt Casey: What’s that?

Peter Mills: Oh, it’s… yeah I keep the cooking club cash

hidden here. That-that’s cool, right?

Matt Casey: Yeah. Yeah it-it’s fine. I’ll get the food.

Peter Mills: No, I don’t mind. I’ll grab it.

Matt Casey: I got it.

[car door shuts]

Matt Casey: I want to talk to whoever’s in charge.

Young Man 1 (Dealer): Nah, get back in your truck.

Matt Casey: Not a cop. Not armed.

Young Man 1 (Dealer): Nah man, get back in your truck.

Matt Casey: I just want to talk.

[game sounds on TV]

Young Man 1 (Dealer): [clears throat]

[door closes]

Matt Casey: You in charge?

Young Man 2 (Greshawn): Who wants to know?

Matt Casey: My name’s Casey. I’m the Lieutenant at

Firehouse 51 down the street.

Young Man 2 (Greshawn): So?

Matt Casey: Someone tried to pop a couple shots into our

house in broad daylight. Could have killed

someone. Someone who works to protect

this neighbourhood every single day. Now I

know why. You guys hide your drugs in the

hydrants, don’t you?

Look, we have to flush those hydrants twice

a year. Otherwise one of these buildings is

on fire… yours maybe. It burns down

because there’s no water in our hoses. You

know, I’m not stupid enough to think that

you’re gonna give up selling your junk

because I come in here, but I’m telling you,

you hide it in the hydrants, it’s gonna get

flushed.

Young Man 2 (Greshawn): You done?

Matt Casey: No. Like it or not, we all gotta coexist here,

right? This is our neighbourhood. You

don’t own it.

[door closes]

cutscene

Leslie Shay: Hey. Guess what?

Kelly Severide: What’s up?

Leslie Shay: Well, my dad just called. He’s gonna pay

for the insemination. Says he was

worried that he’d never be a grandpa.

Kelly Severide: That’s great.

Leslie Shay: Yeah. So you know, back to Plan A.

cutscene

[indistinct radio chatter]

Otis Zvonecek: You know what? Fine.

Mouch: Saikensha wa saimusha yori kioku yoshi.

Creditors have better memories than

debtors.

[train passing]

Mouch: Hey, Lieutenant, okay if we make a quick

stop. Won’t take long, I promise.

Matt Casey: Sure.

Mouch: Cruz, take a right here.

Matt Casey: This is the right place?

Mouch: This is it.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw, come on Mouch. What

is this?

Mouch: Just wait. I want you to see this.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Man 6: Randy! How are you?

Mouch: What do you say, Larry?

Man 6 (Larry Herrmann): Good to see you man. Hey.

Chris.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, Larry, how you been?

Man 6 (Larry Herrmann): You’re not getting away with

a handshake. Come here,

little brother.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, good to see you.

Man 6 (Larry Herrmann): [chuckles] All right.

Hey.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey. Wow you guys have grown.

Man 6 (Larry Herrmann): Yeah. How long has it been since

you’ve been here?

Christopher Herrmann: I… don’t remember. Uh, dad around?

Man 6 (Larry Herrmann): No, he’s in Boston. He’s supposed

to be selling socks to Filene’s

basement, but he’s probably

already in line for bleacher seats at

Fenway. Randy called and said you

were down about dad. So come on.

There’s something you should see.

Man 6 (Larry Herrmann): You should hear him talk about his

son the firefighter. I can’t get him

to shut up about it.

cutscene

[dishes clattering]

Chief Boden: Okay.

Mrs Leppert.

Lady 1 (Mom/Mrs Leppert): Chief.

Hello. I’m sorry to bother you.

Chief Boden: No, not at all. We’re all very sorry about your

son.

Lady 1 (Mom/Mrs Leppert): Thank you. You may know he was

here once. And… he wanted to

be a fireman ever since. Anyway,

he would have been happy to

know you guys were there at the

end. And he would have wanted

you to have this. Thank you for

what you do in this

neighbourhood.

Chief Boden: Thank you.

We owe this kid. We owe Taye better than this.

We are better than this.

[somber music]

Christopher Herrmann: I have an idea.

Chief Boden: Ten-hut!

Chief Boden: Present arms!

- end -

Definitions:

Saikensha wa saimusha yori kioku yoshi = Creditors have better memories than debtors

Hope springs eternal = Said when you continue to hope that something will happen, although it seems unlikely

10-1 = Fireman/firemen needs emergency help

Frick and Frack = English slang term used to refer to two people so closely associated as to be indistinguishable

Filene’s Basement = Department store company

Ten-hut = Come to attention!

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shelby-love · 4 years

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PETER MILLS

Squad Members

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: I added my own twist to Y/N. I hope it's to your satisfaction!

Mills is finally transferred and accepted in Squad 3 after he finished his training and courses.

The first shift with a new squad member starts off calmly as you all wait for Peter to arrive.

Capp, Tony and you are playing cards while they both make fun of your card skills. Kelly, who sits at the head of the table looks deep in his thoughts.

"C'mon Severide relax a little." Capp pushes his shoulder to ease him up.

"I haven't seen you this nervous since Y/N joined Squad." Tony comments before placing his winning card on the table.

Capp swears and you huff, defeated.

"You were the one that fought for him to be on squad." You say and lean in your chair.

"Are you asking me if I regret my decision?" Severide gives you a look to which you just raise your hands in the air.

"Nope. Just saying." You mumble.

Not only were you a member of squad 3 but you were also the only female to make it to squad so young. At only 22.

Severide also stood up for you the same way he did for Mills, because he saw the drill both of you had for it.

Kelly wasn't nervous, if anything, he was excited that his rescue squad is finally going to be completed.

"He's coming, he's coming." Capp sings.

All of you turn to look at him, he didn't have the best relationship with truck so it was your job to make him as comfortable as possible in squad.

"Hey Mills!" Kelly stands up, smiling from ear to ear. He gives Peter a hug and a pat on the back. Soon, he's followed by Capp and Tony and in the end you.

"Welcome to squad Mills!" You smile brightly before pulling him in a reassuring hug. "Take a seat."

Peter exhales and closes his eyes when he makes himself comfortable in his swirly chair. "So this is how being in squad feels like."

"Yep." You say.

"As you can see it's much MUCH better than where truck is." Capp empathises his words when he sees Otis, Herrmann and Cruz walk towards truck.

None of them glance at Mills for more than a second but rather make a harsh comeback at Capp.

"Welcome to the front line in this ongoing squad and truck war." You tell Mills before settling in to start another card game with Capp and Tony. "Severide and Mills, you either join us or take a walk."

"She's the boss of the table." Tony tells Peter and everyone starts laughing.

***

"Running is the most essential part of training." Currently, Mills and you are gearing up to go over a set of training courses.

You were more than glad to be asked to accompany him during training. He asked you himself.

When he puts his jacket on you can't help but whistle. "Mills. Squad 3. Congrats once again."

His smile is dashing, "Thank you."

Once the two of you make your way outside you start running.

"How long did it take you to make to squad?" He asked you.

After a moment of calculation in your head you tell him, "4 years. I became a truck candidate at 18."

"So you wanted to be a firefighter real bad huh?" He tries to keep up with your pace.

"Yeah... Because of my mom."

"Did she?" It takes you a second to realise what he meant. You shook your head quickly.

"No no... She's alive. She's actually a chief at firehouse 32." After you said that you saw that he wasn't running next to you anymore. You stopped in your tracks to see him standing behind you stunned.

"What?" You laughed.

"Your mom is Chief Y/LN?" He was starstruck. A whole new light shined over you now.

"Yeah I thought you knew. It's not that hard to figure out." You say and start walking back towards him.

Your mom is considered an idol to all female firefighters. She made squad young and was eventually promoted to a squad lieutenant.

"I heard she has dozens of medals." He tells you. You're not running anymore, but rather walking and comfortably talking to each other.

"She has them displayed. Medal of Valor, Service Recognition Medal, Medal of Honor, Medal of Courage, Medal of Gallantry, Firefighter of the Year... I don't know." The list goes on.

"So I take it you're close to her?" He says, unsure. You just nod.

"She's my hero. I wanted to be a firefighter just like her. You know, make her proud." You say.

Peter realised how much you two had in common. He came to firehouse 51 where his father Henry Mills had worked until his death in a fire during a call with Chief Boden. From then on, he was determined to become a firefighter, something his mother had a hard time accepting.

Both of you wanted to be just like your parents. Strong and determined firefighters.

"Yeah I know." He says sadly.

"You'll be good in squad Mills. Ignore them." You refer to the truck. "They were like that when I transferred too."

"I bet they were devastated about you leaving." Peter teased you with a smile.

"They knew it will come sooner or later." You remember your transfer vividly. "Besides I'm no cook. I bet they're devastated an amazing cook is on our team now."

"Oh so you think I'm an amazing cook?" He smirks.

"I don't know. That's what I heard. I never tried your food so I can't say for myself." You always made food for yourself and refused to torture the poor candidates. That's why you were the most loved person in the whole house.

After those words left your mouth your footing messed up.

Time seems to slow down when you're falling. In the seconds it took you to reach the ground you knew it was going to hurt.

Your groan is enough to drain Peter's face and he drops to the ground to help you.

His face is serious but the moment he sees you smiling and soon after that laughing, a smile breaks out on his face and he starts laughing with you too.

"For an advanced and well respected squad members I'm quite clumsy." You note as he brings you back on your feet. Thankfully you didn't tear any parts of your skin because of the gear. "Where were we?"

"I was just about to ask you if you wanted to have dinner with me after shift." He smiled. "I'll make you some of my amazing food."

You punch his shoulder playfully before nodding your head, blushing the tiniest bit. "Alright. I'm in."

He opens his arms to give you a hug you gladly accept. "But right now. I'm training you. Keep moving."

And with that you sprint with him following behind you.

MASTERLIST

#peter mills #peter mills imagine #peter mills fanfiction #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire fanfiction #chicago fire #Squad 3 imagine

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witchymarvelspacecase · 4 years

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Firebug and Freezer Burn

My entry for @tilltheendwilliwrite ‘s 7.7k follower (covid sucks) writing challenge.

Clearly my time management (and mental health management) is lacking, but I figured I would post this anyway.

Sorry.

The pic on the right was my prompt, I added the one on the left.

PLEASE FORGIVE THIS SHITASS TITLE

WC: 3276

Warnings: Fire, cursing, panic, being ill, fluff who the fuck knows

The small suburban neighborhood evening was shattered by the fire engine sirens screaming toward the pillar of fire that had once been a family home. Neighbors who had called 911 huddled outside, speaking to responders as they arrived. The three person family living in the burning house hadn't been seen since the fire started, but as far as anyone knew, they had been at home earlier. The parents had picked up the little girl after school, and returned home like usual. On a normal night, they would have all been in bed by now, if not for the noisy terrier up the street, the fire may have spread farther. Tears burned in throats, and sobs were barely contained as smoke and ash stung sleepy eyes. Lucky. The neighbors were lucky, and they all felt it, the feeling increasing in strength as the minutes ticked by with no sign of the family.

There was practically nothing left of the house now. The supporting structural pieces were still standing, but drywall had been all but disintegrated, leaving an empty shell, filled with smoldering ash. Nothing could have survived a blaze that hot.

An impossible shout came from a firefighter in the house. Firefighters converged on their brother and all blinked in surprise at what they saw. A small body, unconscious but unharmed, wrapped in an equally small blanket. The little girl, she was untouched by fire, though it was clear it had burned through the room around her. Her bed was ash beneath her, and nothing of her room remained standing. She seemed asleep, snoring softly as her dreams went undisturbed by the chaos around her.

The only thing odder still was her skin. It was tinged gray. That could have just been the smoke, if not for the cracks. Like lava creating fissures in soft volcanic stone, lines glowed red-orange all across her skin, visible even underneath her nightgown. The stunned firemen didn’t seem to know how to react, but one of the EMTs on sight already had their phone up to their ear,

“Phil, you need to get here. There’s someone you’re gonna want to see.”

...Years Later

Having been raised by Phil Coulson, your life was fairly heavily impacted by SHIELD (and the tales of Captain America), it wasn’t a surprise that you became an agent. Though Phil actually wasn’t too happy about his little girl being put into dangerous situations, you gained his approval after pointing out that you would probably involve yourself in dangerous situations whether or not you had the training or backup that SHIELD provided. Working with the Avengers probably shouldn’t have surprised you either, but all you knew you had was your immunity to fire. Turned out that ability, in combination with your martial arts and weapons training from SHIELD, was actually incredibly useful to the Avengers. One mission became several more, and before you knew it, you were living with them.

Phil was a pretty constant visitor, he wasn’t “checking on you”, he was “touching base with the team”, or fanboy-ing over Cap. Mmmmhmm, sure thing. You knew better, but you generally didn’t call him on it, though it got you a lot of shit from Tony Stark. Honestly, Tony would have found something to tease you about either way. Being called “kid” was probably pretty tame, especially considering Tony’s other name for you: “Glow-Stick”. Clint called you “kid” all the time anyway.

The two members of the team who could have called everyone “kid” were usually the most respectful. Steve never called you anything other than your name, Bucky had called you a few different names, but none of them pejorative. Natasha tended to refer to everyone but Clint by their last name, and Sam, well Sam just called you an idiot, but that was for a different reason.

“Well you are an idiot. Seriously, you oughtta man-up and tell him already.” You and Sam were in the lounge area, having reached a commercial break during the game you were watching. He was leaning back against the arm of the sofa opposite you, rolling his eyes.

“First of all, ‘man-up’? Really? You wanna have that discussion again?” you gave him a significant look, eyebrow raised in indignation. He scoffed and waved you off, you continued, “second of all, mind your own business.”

“He’s gonna die in his sleep before you say anything at this point,” Sam’s voice was mocking.

“Stay in your own lane Wilson,” you growled.

“I’m just saying-”

“Nothing. You’re just saying nothing. The game’s back on.”

“C’mon , you gotta -”

“No, Sam.”

“What’s he up to now?” Natasha asked as she walked into the room, dropping into a seat with a bowl of popcorn.

“Nuh-uh, I’m not saying shit to you.” You knew better than to even give a kernel of information to a master spy.

“Pft, I probably know whatever it is already,” she shrugged. She wasn’t wrong, but as long as she didn’t realize Sam was pushing you to admit it, Natasha wouldn’t interfere.

You turned to watch the game, missing the glint in Sam’s eye as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

You weren’t going to say shit. The only reason Sam knew about your adolescent crush was that he had hung out with Phil for too damn long one night, and Phil had been a little too open with your story. Years of hearing about Captain America’s exploits had been a basis of your childhood, but Steve wasn’t the character who fascinated you. That was James Buchanan Barnes. Unlike your father figure, your interest lay in the Commando’s sniper, not its leader. Originally, you had wanted to specialize in long-range shooting, but now, having more intimate knowledge of just how involved sniping was, you were even more impressed with Bucky. There were way too many calculations involved in what he did, and he did it so well.

He had been the yardstick you’d used to measure every romantic partner you’d had, and most of them fell short. That was before you knew he was alive. What was funny was that the Bucky you knew now beat the yardstick you’d made of his past self.

He was sweet, and mindful of everyone around him, and when he wasn’t too deep in his own head, he was really funny. From the first night you had accidentally stumbled upon him on the roof after a nightmare, you’d been fast friends. Though he was the member of the team you worked with the least, he was the one you spent the most downtime with. Hence, why you put up with all his nicknames. Doll, Sugar, Sweetheart, Darlin’.

When a tennis ball bounced off your head, startling you out of the unintentional mental tangent, you realized that not only had more of the team entered the room, they had clearly been talking to you.

A blush rapidly heated your face. “Sorry. What?”

“Where’s your head at, kid?” Tony asked. He was sprawled across the loveseat, looking more at you than at the TV.

“Nowhere important; zoned out a little. Guess I’m just tired.”

“Suuuuure you are,” Sam drawled, exchanging looks with Natasha. Your brow furrowed, but you said nothing.

The topic changed back to the game, as Bucky came into the room. Steve was already seated in the armchair next to Natasha, but instead of crossing to his best friend, Bucky settled on the arm of the sofa, right beside you. Sam cleared his throat, and you shot him a threatening look.

“Jesus Sam, what did you do to get her looking at you like that?” Steve asked. He sounded almost worried. You would have laughed at his concerned look, but you had to keep an eye on Sam. You let the silence stretch out, not answering Steve and not looking away from Sam, until you were reasonably sure he would keep his mouth shut.

“It’s nothing Steve. Sam just needs to mind his own business.”

“He is nosy as hell,” Bucky grumbled behind you, his arm going to the back of the couch and essentially around your shoulders.

“Aw, you’re just mad cause he’s bugging you about your secrets.”

“Natasha, I don’t care how hard it’ll be, I will kill you.” There was no inflection in your voice, nothing to give away how angry and scared you were. Maybe you should have given a little emotion for the team to read. Maybe then they would have let it go.

As it was, they collectively ganged up on you, grilling you, and refusing to be redirected until you snapped.

“Just fucking drop it!” you shouted, throwing the tennis ball that was still in your hands at the last team member to pry, Tony.

Everyone was staring. And it took you a moment to process exactly why.

The tennis ball had been on fire.

It hadn’t been on fire before you threw it, and yet it was flaming when it almost hit Tony in the head.

Silence, and slow blinks all around.

“Holy shit.” Sam was staring open mouthed.

“FRIDAY, when was the last time we checked the fire protocols?” Tony asked, his face still showing surprise, but his voice calm.

“I- I-... That-” you couldn’t seem to form a sentence. Your body seemed frozen to the spot.

“Well that’s interesting,” Natasha mused.

“Is this- is this new?” Clint asked from his seat on the floor in front of Natasha’s chair.

You didn’t know what to say. Was this new? You’d never done it before. You would have known if you had… right?

The only fire you’d ever been in was… oh god.

And just like that, your body was no longer frozen. You shot up out of your seat and sprinted down the hall. You ran into your room and passed through to the attached bathroom without checking if the door was closed, too intent on reaching your destination. Your knees hit the floor in front of the toilet just in time.

Tears poured from your eyes as you retched. Panic had your chest and gut constricting, making you struggle to breathe. The room would have spun if your head weren’t resting on the cool porcelain of the toilet. As it was, your ears were ringing so much that you couldn't hear your own panting breaths, let alone someone entering the room behind you. You wouldn’t have known Bucky was there if he hadn’t slid his cool metal hand to the back of your neck.

“Shh, doll. It’s okay. It’s just me,” he soothed when you jumped.

You hiccuped in response, taking several minutes to calm to the point that he was able to usher you out of the bathroom.

Sitting you on the edge of your bed, Bucky stepped back into your bathroom, flushing the toilet and wetting a soft washcloth before coming back to you. He held out the cloth, but when you failed to take it, he began to gently wipe at your face.

“You know none of the team is upset or freaked out, so what made you run outta there?” Bucky asked quietly.

“What if I did it?” you asked in response, your voice so low Bucky almost missed it.

“Did what, doll?”

“The fire, my parents-” you cut off, unable to say anything more, as fresh tears filled your eyes.

Phil Coulson had been a fantastic foster dad, no doubt about it, but your child’s brain took a long time to adjust to his parenting style. You had missed your parents. Phil had done his best not to erase your parents from your memories. He didn’t know much about them, but your old neighbors had been happy to share stories with you, and you’d created an idealistic version of them in your head. You couldn’t understand why you had survived and they hadn’t, and the nightmares that had followed you into adulthood were still traumatic. What if you had been the cause of the mysterious fire that had killed them.

“Doll. Hey. Hey Sugar, look at me okay?” Bucky’s hands were on either side of your face. When you met his eyes you got the feeling he had been trying to get your attention for a while. His thumbs softly rubbed your cheekbones as he spoke. “It wasn’t you, doll. It wasn’t your fault.”

“How- how can you possibly know,” you asked in a whisper, trying to pull your face out of his grip, but his fingers tightened slightly.

“You’ve never done that before. And you’ve only been in one mystery fire.”

“Yeah but-” you started, but Bucky talked right over you.

“If you had been able to start fires as a kid, you would have had it happen around you frequently. When you were angry, when you were scared; it would have happened all the time when you were little, but it didn’t.” He brushed a tear from the corner of your eye and his voice softened. “It wasn’t you honey. I’m sure of it.”

That was a sentiment that he repeated with a few minor variations for several minutes until you calmed down. Once you did, you realized that the position you were in was a little close for comfort. At some point, Bucky had moved from kneeling in front of you, to sitting on the bed beside you, to holding you in his lap. He had his arms around you and your head tucked under his chin.

However, when you squirmed slightly, embarrassed by your behavior and more than ready to put some space between you and the super soldier you had a giant crush on, Bucky did not let you go.

“Buck,” you said, your voice was a little gravely from crying, “I’m okay.”

“Yeah?” He replied, not sounding convinced.

“Yeah, you can let me go now.” You were fairly certain he could feel the heat in your face through his shirt.

“I can, but I don’t want to.”

“I- what?” you stuttered.

“I happen to like holding you, never got to do it before, but I’ve decided I like it and I’m not ready to let you go yet.” Bucky said it in such a matter of fact tone, it sounded reasonable.

The fuck? Did you hear that right? Uh….

Before you could formulate any kind of response, Bucky’s phone started to ring. He managed to get it from his pocket and answer it without releasing you.

“Hello Agent Coulson, thank you for calling me back. Yes, she’s right here, hold on,” he held the phone out to you.

Still in a sort of shock, you took the phone without question. “Papa?” You used the name you called him when you were little. He was never “Dad” or “Daddy” you could remember calling your father that. No, Phil Coulson was “Papa”.

“Hey sweetie. I heard you had a little scare.” You almost burst into fresh tears, but Phil continued. “You never really asked me about the fire, so I never made it a point to tell you about it. It wasn’t you sweetheart.” As Bucky continued to hold you, occasionally rubbing your back, or rocking you slightly, Phil told you about your father’s business, and the intense and hostile relationship he had with his rival. A rival who had decided that killing your father and your family was the best way to enable a hostile takeover of your father’s much more successful business.

An entire amusement park’s worth of emotions rolled through you as you listened to the tale. Anger so intense you could feel smoke all but coming out your ears.

“Doll,” Bucky softly drew your attention, his fingers ever so lightly grazing your arm. When you looked down, you almost jerked out of his hold.

“Holy fuck!” The lava fissures were glowing across your skin. You knew you let off heat when you were like that. You’d burned plenty of bad guys, guards, and assholes as soon as they made skin contact. “Bucky, let me up.” He did, but he didn’t leave the room as you finished your call with Phil.

Phil felt guilty for not telling you all this earlier, but you shook your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you. “It’s not your fault, Papa. I didn’t know this was even a possibility for me to do, I never questioned the fire before. There’s no reason for you to tell me, I didn't ask.” After reassuring him a few more times, and promising to visit him soon and showing him what you’d done, assuming you could repeat the stunt, you said your goodbyes. “Love you, Papa.”

“Love you too sweetheart. See you soon.”

You handed Bucky his phone back, not getting too close to him. But he took his phone and then quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him again.

“Bucky, you're gonna get burnt!” “No I won’t. You haven’t burned me before, and I’ve been near you like this before. It’s okay.”

“You’ve what?! Why would you do that?!”

“Why would you let me get anywhere near you?”

“Huh?” Well that was a topic change.

“I’m just as dangerous as you. More so actually, I’ve hurt and killed way more people than you probably ever will. You never hesitated to get near me.” Bucky held up his metal arm, drawing attention to it.

“That’s different Bucky, I don’t have control of this. You have control, you would never choose to hurt me.”

“It’s not different to me. I’m not afraid of you. You wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, and I trust you to keep me safe.” You shook your head, incredulous. “You’ve never burned your clothes. You have burned the shit out of people before, but you’ve never burned your clothes.” When you didn’t respond, Bucky said, “you’re in control, Sugar, and I trust you.”

Too many revelations in one day. That was your explanation. A second after Bucky stopped speaking, you registered what he was saying, and dropped your forehead to his, all the fight leaving your body, as your eyes closed. He settled you more comfortably on his lap but kept your foreheads together.

You sighed. “It’s been a hell of a day,” you said with a laugh.

“You’ve had a few shocks alright,” Bucky agreed. After a short pause, he spoke again. “Think you can handle one more?”

You hummed, “probably,” and soft lips pressed against yours.

A quick intake of breath and your eyes shot open, but you didn’t pull away. “Bucky?”

It was his turn to hum. A small smile slowly spreading across lips that had just pulled back from yours.

“What- why?”

“Been wanting to do that for a while. And if you don’t want to tell me to fuck off, I’m gonna want to do it again. You gonna tell me to fuck off?”

Hesitantly, you shook your head and the smile on his lips stretched. When he pulled back from your second kiss, you could feel a matching smile on your own lips.

Hours later, the two of you emerged from your room, a plan in place to test your new ability. Another plan for how to explore your relationship with both of you being Avengers and having very little privacy. And most importantly, a plan in place to fuck with your nosy, annoying teammates.

“Hey there, Matches,” Tony called as he spotted you from down the hall.

“Seems I’ve got a new name,” you grumbled.

“At least you’re not ‘Manchurian Candidate’,” Bucky grouched, pressing a kiss to your temple. A kiss Tony did not miss.

“OH MY GOD! Firebug and Freezer Burn are kissy-face!” Tony Stark, a 12 year old. You rolled your eyes and prepared yourself for handling your teammates.

#tpromptsachallenge #bucky x reader #bucky x inhuman!reader #its late cause i fail

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hearteyesemergency · 4 years

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TK Accidentally Takes Carlos Home While His Dad’s There

Request: TK forgets he’s living with his Dad, and takes Carlos home and they get caught?

A/N: This has been on my mind recently. Semi-established Tarlos for this fic. It got a lot longer than I expected, but I really wanted to show some of smitten/pining TK that we haven’t seen much of yet in this canon slow burn. And I really wanted to keep this canon Carlos who gives TK the space to breathe and heal.

Summary: Considering how close TK is to his Dad, it‘s astounding to anyone that he forgot they lived together. After a pretty successful dancing date, TK takes Carlos home with him, and scar’s Owen with the sight of them all over each other once barely inside the door. TK could die of embarrassment, and Carlos just really wants Owen to like him.

Warnings: Course language, Mild sexual themes.

TK stumbled backward into his home, not worried about the key that slipped from his fingertips and landed somewhere on the floor beneath their feet. All he cared about was Carlos’ lips on his, and how somehow they made him feel so incredibly wanted.

They weren’t even together, not officially anyway, they hadn’t had that chat yet, but Tyler didn’t know any word other than ‘loved’ to describe the way Carlos made him feel. TK had rarely felt worthy of anything as powerful as that, and yet here Carlos was, making him feel like he was drowning in it.

It grew this need in Tyler to have Carlos closer. Like, impossibly close, limbs tangled, body to body, even a thin shirt between them was too much. All TK wanted was to get the clothes gone, he just needed to feel Carlos.

He had gotten far too invested lately in the fleeting power trip that came with lost buttons on Carlos’ shirt when he tore it off the man. So far, Carlos had lost four button-ups and counting. TK had only managed the top half of this shirt when someone cleared their throat in the next room.

TK sprung back with a gasp. In the kitchen stood Owen, glass of milk in hand. He looked tired, wrapped in a sweater over his pyjamas and socks on his feet. Another half hour, and he’d probably have been in bed. Just Tyler’s luck that his Dad finds him with kiss swollen lips, trying to rip the shirt off a man who may as well have been their colleague.

“Hi boy’s,”

“Dad,”

“Uh, hi, Mr Strand,”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you can call me Owen,”

“To be honest, Sir, right now, I don’t think that I can,”

Owen shrugged understandingly.

TK couldn’t look at either of them, a blush settled on his cheeks. How the fuck he forgot that he lived with his father, he wasn’t sure.

“So, fun night?” Owen guessed,

“Uh, yeah... I mean, we just went dancing at the bar- TK only drank water,”

“I know,” Owen nodded, “I trust him, and you’re a good influence,”

Carlos sighed in relief through a smile, “thank you, Sir.”

Owen grinned back.

“Well, this has been sufficiently awkward,” TK finally piped up, “good night.”

TK took Carlos by the hand and lead him to the stairs. Now was not the time for his Dad and the guy he was seeing to bond. They were halfway up when he heard his Dad at the bottom.

“TK!”

He sighed, “Yeah, Dad,”

“Door open,”

He whirled around, “You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not joking. I’m literally in the bedroom next door. Door open.”

TK pulled a face.

As if your Dad interrupting a hot make out session with the guy you’re seeing wasn’t a turn off enough, him being in the next bedroom, in a house that had possibly the thinnest walls in Texas- THAT was an even bigger turn off.

TK couldn’t lock himself and Carlos behind his bedroom door fast enough after that. He took a moment to rest his head against the wood, composing himself as he left Carlos to make himself comfortable in the room.

At this point, he didn’t care if Carlos looked around, what he’d see was now officially the least embarrassing thing TK could face that night.

He had no reason to be concerned though, the police officer cared more about gently pulling Tyler out of his dramatics, and away from the door. He sat TK down on the bed before he flicked the lock back, and opened up the room once again.

“But-“

“I want your Dad to like me, TK. I don’t want him thinking I’m encouraging you to disobey his rules in his house,”

“Okay, first of all, he loves you. Second of all, I’m a grown man-“

“Who still lives with his Dad, which means we respect his rules. And your Dad loves me as a cop, he doesn’t know me as his sons boyfriend, or whatever this is,”

“...we could call it a boyfriend thing,” TK shrugged, though didn’t meet Carlos’ eyes,

“Yeah?”

TK nodded.

Though he still didn’t look, he felt Carlos come crouch down in front of him, taking the firefighters face in his hands. Reluctantly, TK turned to make eye contact with the man, and found a soft smile waiting just for him. Carlos caressed his cheek for a moment, before he kissed him.

Not like earlier, no, this kiss was soft and sweet, there was no lust in it at all. TK may have literally whimpered into it. Carlos had a way of making TK seem like he was breakable, not in a bad way, in a good way. Like he was precious, and invaluable. Like it would be the worst thing in the world if something were to hurt him.

TK let himself collapse forward against Carlos, foreheads together as he took in the man’s scent. It calmed him, not that he had been nervous or anything, he was just generally a little chaotic, and Carlos had a good affect on him in that respect. He was once again coming to love the super intimate moments in a relationship. The staring, the feeling, the silence, and it was all thanks to the man right in front of him.

“You really think your Dad’s cool if I stay the night?”

“Are you joking?” TK pulled back and looked at his boyfriend, “you’re going to wake up to a cooked three course breakfast,”

Carlos chuckled, “you sound sure,”

“I am sure, I can see it in his eyes- he really likes you,”

“I hope so,” Carlos caressed TK’s cheek,

“I know so... Now get up here and give me cuddles since you’re playing by my fathers boring game of innocence.”

Carlos rolled his eyes, though complied anyway. He borrowed a pair of sweats from TK’s dresser as they both changed out of their date attire, though didn’t bother with a shirt, he didn’t want to stretch anything out. TK watched as the man crawled into his bed for the very first time, and was certain that he could absolutely get used to this.

When Carlos was comfortable, TK sat up and faced him, so that he could look at him and admire the man that had taken things so slow with him to get to this point. He couldn’t help but run a hand through Carlos’ hair, it was usually the other man who was so gentle and understanding with him, somehow able to draw out TK’s most vulnerable side, and help him accept and grow with all his past traumas and flaws.

Carlos grinned up at him, and it was nice there like that. They fell into a soft conversation, talking about nothing and absolutely everything. TK sat against the policeman’s hip, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the bare skin. Their hands tangled or explored the others soft skin, never still. It was very possibly the most intimate situation TK had ever been in. Intimacy far beyond sex, something he was not in the slightest experienced with.

Carlos was certainly his most grown up relationship, and he put every other boyfriend TK had ever had to complete shame. TK understood why his Dad liked Carlos, everyone liked Carlos, but his Dad especially, because he didn’t have to worry as much with Carlos around. He had a strong head on his shoulders, and he wasn’t afraid to pull TK in line when he needed it, but was equally as understanding and there through the hard times as well.

“Good night.”

TK looked back over his shoulder to his father at the door, and smiled, “good night, Dad,”

“How do you like your eggs in the morning, Carlos?”

TK chuckled, and gave his boyfriend one of those ‘I told you so’ looks.

“I’ll cook,” Carlos countered, “my Mum used to make our breakfast every day... you have to try it,”

“I won’t say no to that,” the Cap agreed, “good night, boys.”

Owen switched the light off as he left, and TK couldn’t help but relish in how fucking domestic this was. It was like when you live in a different city, and you and the husband go home to visit the father who calls every other day because he misses you, and would do anything to have you home.

In the darkness, TK laid back down beside Carlos, leg thrown over the other man’s hip, arm around his waist as he nuzzled his face in Carlos’ shoulder.

“Is it weird that I don’t find any of this awkward?” Carlos wondered,

“My Dad has that affect on people.”

TK didn’t elaborate on the fact that he knew his father had never been this relaxed and instantly accepting with any other guy TK had dated. It was too much too soon to say out loud. For now, both Carlos and his Dad knew where his feelings stood, and that was enough.

Carlos made him feel light, and safe, and fuck he hoped this time it worked out.

If Carlos was bothered by how much TK would toss and turn during the night, he didn’t let it on. TK figured he knew the struggles with shift work body clock himself. Despite his inability to stay asleep, TK felt like the hours that he did get in had been the best he’d had in years. He also enjoyed the times when he was awake, when he could stare at how peaceful and perfect Carlos was.

TK couldn’t think of a single thing he had done to deserve the man beside him, but he knew damn well he wouldn’t give up their rollercoaster ride for anything. He’d rather spend one hard day with Carlos than infinite ‘easy’ days with anyone else.

It was around 4am when TK had last laid awake, staring at the back of Carlos, fingers gently trailing absentmindedly up and down the officers back.

“You think awfully loudly,” Carlos whispered, though it was enough to startle TK,

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” TK reclaimed his hands,

“Wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Carlos rolled onto his back and looked across to TK,

“I was just thinking about how happy I am... and I really mean that.”

It was too dark either of them to really see each other, but they stared anyway. A moment later, Carlos grabbed a hold of TK, and drew him into his chest before rolling back to the other side. Now TK was practically cocooned in Carlos’ arms, snuggled in his chest and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Be cute in the morning, I’m trying to sleep,” Carlos’ voice was light,

“You and I both know I’m not this good with feelings in the light of day...“

“You don’t give yourself enough credit... you’ve come so far since I met you. I’m so proud of you.”

To TK, those words meant more than ‘I love you.’ Anyone can love another person, but to make someone proud, especially with the parts of yourself you hate the most... that was something else.

TK closed his eyes and sighed contently, “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me... thank you. For everything,”

“Ride or die.”

TK couldn’t help but laugh at that, and he didn’t care how loud he was. He wondered who the fuck taught Carlos that, because Lord knew that he didn’t figure out that was a ‘thing’ on his own.

With one last kiss to Carlos’ neck, TK willed himself to go back to sleep, a much easier task when he could count to the beats of Carlos’ heart.

It was morning when he woke up, after eight, and he knew that his Dad would be out on his morning run. His back was to Carlos now, the man’s arm only loosely around TK’s waist. He could tell from the awkward placement that Carlos was still asleep, and if he wasn’t afraid to wake him by moving- probably far too late- he would’ve wrapped the police officer up in his own arms and returned the favour.

A small glimmer caught TK’s eye on the night stand, and he looked over to find three blue buttons sat neatly in a row. TK couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. Sometimes, he was sure he and his father were too close, way too close, though he still wouldn’t change it for the world, and he was so glad that his Dad liked Carlos, because TK was fairly certain one day they’d walk down to isle to Carlos waiting at the end. At least he hoped so.

#Carlos Reyes #Tyler Kennedy Strand #TK Strand #Tyler Strand #911 lone star #lone star #Carlos x TK #TK x Carlos #tarlos #tarlos prompt #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic

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toastess-with-the-mostess · 3 years

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Got an ask in the DMs: "Hey for your number game do you have any for 5,6,8 or 9 for VF"

No characters specified; writing the main cast

5: Sexuality HCs?

Keith & Lance: I hc them both to be Bi who lean more towards guys

Hunk: gay

Pidge: pan

Allura: I've been toying with the pan idea but she's the one I don't have a solid sexuality HC for, but I do want to keep that she's attracted to men

Larmina: lesbian ✨ throughout the show her and Daniel's "relationship" felt forced, I don't think she's really into him and I like them better as friends anyways

Vince: gay

Daniel: bi

6: Family HCs?

I actually don't have many for the team, Keith, Hunk, and Larmina have the least development so I'll ommit them unless something should be said

Hunk: unlike the rest of the team he's basically the only one who has an almost nuclear family model, has a bunch of siblings like the previous comics show, he's also the youngest and shortest of them

Larmina: she's from a Polluxian noble family, and also an only child

Daniel: has a single mom, who works as a lawyer, and a younger sister. Taking inspo from LD here, his dad was a firefighter who unfortunately passed while on duty. His purple eyes actually come from his dad, his sister has them too.

Vince: I mentioned earlier in another response that Vince is adopted and has a twin sister, he has two mom's and he knows he's an adoptee. His sister was actually recruited to join the explorer team, she focuses on engineering vs Vince's specialty with tech

Lance: he's a war orphan who grew out of the system. He was technically "adopted" by the Garrison so he could attend the academy.

Pidge: a war orphan. Eventually got adopted by a couple, one human one Balton, and that same couple eventually had a bio kid a their own, a little girl, making them a family of 5

Allura: another war orphan, she still has some extended family, ex: Orla. She sees Coran as a father figure, Larmina as her niece, and the boys as her found family

8: A fun/happy HC?

Hunk: absolutely loves being seen as the "fun uncle" to the cadets and will live up to that view as best he can, unless the situation calls for him getting serious.

The cadets: view Hunk as the Fun Uncle of the team. Usually go to him when they have issues about what their feeling or need an outlet

Pidge: does gymnastics! Being a ninja means he trains in multiple different ways and being a gymnast is one of them. (He also does pole work outs I will yell about it for hours it's the best hc I've ever had for him)

Keith & Lance: if anyone can get Keith to relax, it's Lance. He prides himself on that and routinely drags Keith out of working to go hang out with the others. Keith is annoyed by it but he's happy that he's close enough to someone that can do that for him

Allura: Her being confinded to her castle in dotu led to her wanting to explore more, specifically during the 5 year period before VF starts Allura put Arus into a Renaissance basically and did more to spead other cultures along with her own

9: A sad HC?

Keith: over his 5 years of being gone he's definitely been through some traumatic stuff, in dotu he was a lot more outgoing but in VF he's more of a lone wolf which is a complete 180. He isn't ready to talk about it with the team yet but they still let him know that he's home again and they're there for him

Lance: I'm bringing over the other hc I mentioned, Lance has some serperation issues now. He's not sure if it'll ever go away but he's got his found family and his lion so for the time being he's alright

Pidge: adding to his family hc, his bio mom didn't want him. She carried him and Chip to term but after that she wanted nothing to do with either of them, the bio father however did and tried to convince her to stay in their lives. Due to a law, new parents had a three day window to give up their children, no questions asked, and she was going to take it. But before any of that could happen, the ship where he was born was attacked as they were near a war zone, children and women were evacuated first but due to complications his bio parents didn't make it to the escape pod in time and died on the ship.

Hunk: also bringing in the other hc post, hunk has a mask and he uses it a lot he's starting to take it off more but it will take a while before he stops being "big dumb hunk"

Allura: has some issues bonding with Larmina. She really does care for her but they clash more often than not, they might not be immediate or even extended family but Allura cares for Larmina with all of her heart. It hurts her when she can't get closer to someone that reminds her of herself, but she's trying

Larmina: in show we find out that Larmina was kept from kids her age, that emotionally stunted her. Every time she hangs out with Vince and Daniel she's reminded of what could've been if she wasn't isolated from the universe. Pidge and Allura especially get her issues as they respectively have been isolated from their own age group at some point in their life

Daniel: he's had authority issues before and it's never bothered him until he was taken is as a force cadet. He really began to understand the situation he was in and his outburst in Lion Riders Return stems from that. He knows that everyone else has a place but when he looks at himself he doesn't see anything that's keeping him there and that he's just pushing his luck.

Vince: he has diagnosed anxiety, he does get confident later in show but earlier when he first gets his powers it sets off a lot of anxiety and panic attacks for him. He's happy he was chosen to be a force cadet but his powers were more than he bargained for, causing him to deal with more stress than he's used to getting.

#voltron #voltron force #vf headcannons #toast talks

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nighting-gale17 · 5 years

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hi! sorry to hear that you’ve been having a shitty day, I hope it gets better for you!! for a prompt, if you want, how about after the tsunami Buck’s parents stop by his apartment for a surprise visit, ‘worried’ and ‘concerned’ for him but they just end up making everything worse and him more stressed out with some protective Eddie? no worries if not!!

my shitty day is over!!! thanks for this amazing prompt, i kind of ran very, very, very far with it and it is soooooo much longer than I anticipated. i really hope you enjoy it! and everyone, feel free to leave more prompts in my ask box! i love getting them from you all!!!!

tw: metions of child abuse

Buck should’ve known from the moment he saw the footage on the television that this was going to bite him in the ass. Somehow, a news helicopter that was flying over the scene of the tsunami had caught footage of him rescuing a bunch of people and pulling them onto the firetruck with him and Christopher. They’d manage to find out who he was somehow (social media was fantastic, right?), and when they did, and they realized he was the same firefighter who had been crushed by the ladder truck a few months ago, the story went viral.

It was exhausting, constantly having people ask for interviews and jumping him every time he tried to leave his apartment to get a comment on how he felt being a ‘hero’. They’d even shown up at the station, good-intentioned reporters digging into his personnel files and demanding to know why he hadn’t been reinstated after passing all of his evaluations.

The bright side was Buck had finally been reinstated, full duty, as a result of the pressure of the reporters, media, and people of LA in general. He was grateful for this, at least, which is why he finally agreed to an interview with the reporter who had had a big part in helping him get his job back.

The interview had been short and sweet, much to Buck’s relief, and the reporter, Cameron, just seemed satisfied he had gotten the exclusive coverage. It wasn’t until a couple days later that Buck realized the full reach of that particular interview.

Someone was knocking on the door to his apartment.

He sighed, zipping up the backpack he had just finished packing and left it on the counter to go answer the door. It was probably just some reporters, he thought, wanting to get him to answer another interview. Buck already had the prepared answer on his tongue when he swung open the door, the words dying in his throat when he saw who was standing there.

“Hello, Evan.”

His parents.

“Oh, sweetie,” his mother tutted, her brown eyes, the same eyes as Maddie’s, full of concern. “Your hurt.” her hands reached up towards his face, where the cuts across his forehead and cheek were still healing, and he flinched away from her touch.

It’s not real. it’s not real. It’s not real. He reminded himself, forcing breath in and out of his lungs as the grip on his doorknob tightened until his fingers were turning white. “W-Why are you here?” he rasped, trying not to wince at the shakiness of his voice. “How did you find me?”

His mother frowned the concerned look on her face hardening into something else—something not as friendly. “Evan, dear, we were worried about you. You got caught in a tsunami!” she exclaimed, tears pooling in her eyes. “No calls, nothing!”

“You made your mother very worried, Evan.” his father added, his dark eyes just as disappointed and cold as he remembered them, from that day, when he—

“Buck?”

Buck felt himself release a shuddering breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when he felt Eddie’s hand run down his back and slip around his waist as he walked up behind him. “Is everything alright?” he asked, voice wary against Buck’s ear.

“And who exactly are you?” his mother asked, sounding slightly offended and eyeing Eddie’s hand around his waist with obvious distaste.

“I’m Eddie, his boyfriend,” Eddie answered, a hard edge to his tone. “Though I’m not sure why it matters to you.”

“Young man, I’ll have you know we are his parents.” Buck’s mother scoffed, sounding aghast. “Show some respect.”

His father wasn’t listening anymore at that point. As soon as he heard the word ‘boyfriend’, Buck saw his eyes darken dangerously and his hand clench at his side. “Boy, you’re still a fucking nancy? I guess I didn’t beat that shit out of you well enough before—” Buck saw his hand raise in the air and he instinctively flinched backward against Eddie’s side and his body tensed, waiting for the blow to strike and pain to blossom across his face.

But it didn’t.

Eddie stepped forward, his body positioned protectively in front of Buck and his right hand holding his father’s arm in a vice grip. “If you ever try to lay a hand on Buck or threaten him again I will have you arrested and thrown into the deepest pits of LA’s finest jail where I guarantee you will never see the light of day again.”

“You bastard—” Buck’s father snarled, his eyes alight with a dangerous fire that used to make Buck run and hide in his closet when he saw it. But Eddie didn’t even flinch, staring his father down, a dark note to his voice when he cut him off. “Leave. Now, or I will call the cops, and you will be arrested for trespassing and harassment.”

“Well, I never!” his mother made an affronted noise, giving Buck a look of disappointment before she turned to her husband. “Come on, dear. It’s obvious he doesn’t care about our concern for him. Let’s go.”

His father slung a couple insults over his shoulder as he wrenched his arm from Eddie’s grasp and was guided away down the hall by his mother. Eddie quickly shut the door to the apartment and then turned and faced Buck, his face full of concern and worry. “Buck? Sweetie, are you alright?”

Buck was still feeling shell-shocked, his mess of emotions about seeing his parents again momentarily overshadowed by awe. “Y-You stopped him.” he breathed, feeling the burn of tears beginning in his eyes.

Eddie’s gaze immediately softened and he wrapped his arms around Buck tightly, one hand rising up to comfortingly run through his curls. “Of course, querido.” he murmured thickly, his breath warm against Buck’s ear. “I will never let anyone lay a finger on you.”

His breath hitched slightly as he pressed his face against Eddie’s shoulder, hot tears dripping down his face and soaking into the fabric of his boyfriend’s shirt. “Why are they here?” he cried his grip tight around Eddie’s waist. “After all these years, why’d they show up? How did they find me?”

“I don’t know, Buck, I don’t know.” Eddie murmured quietly, continuing to run his hand through Buck’s curls.

He could feel himself shaking as Eddie held him, the panic and terror still constricting his lungs and making it hard to get a deep breath in. He didn’t know why they really came—he knew the concern was absolute bullshit. He had no idea how they had even figured out where he lived. He felt his breaths quicken at the realization that if they knew where he lived, then they probably knew where he worked, and if they showed up at work—

“Hey, hey, Buck, sweetheart, look at me.” Eddie’s hands were suddenly on his cheeks, raising his head and forcing him to look him in the eye. “Deep breaths, just like me. You’re safe. They’re gone, okay? They’re never going to hurt you again.”

“Work.” Buck managed to get out between shuddering breaths, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s as he squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t— the very possibility of his parents showing up at work, hurting him, hurting his friends—Bobby—

“Buck, you need to calm down, okay? They’re not going to hurt anyone and they’re not going to show up at work.” Eddie soothed, running his finger over Buck’s cheekbone. “Do you want me to call Bobby and Athena?”

“Yeah,” Buck admitted after a long moment, feeling slightly more calm as he took a deep breath and exhaled. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Eddie said softly, pressing a kiss against Buck’s forehead and gently leading him over to the couch. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, pressing another kiss against Buck’s cheek before he hurried off to grab his phone.

Buck buried his face in his hands, taking deep breaths in an effort not to burst into tears again. It was—jarring, to open that door and see his parents on the other side. He thought he had escaped them years ago. He was certain he covered his tracks well enough that they would never be able to track him down. If Eddie hadn’t been here…

“Buck?” Eddie’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked up, seeing his boyfriend standing in front of him with the phone outstretched in his hand towards him and a worried frown on his face. “Bobby’s on the phone.”

“Hey, Bobby,” Buck answered as he took the phone, his voice a little wobbly. He leaned against Eddie’s side when he sat down next to him, seeking comfort in his presence.

“Hey, kid,” Bobby greeted him, his voice warm and concerned. “Eddie told us what happened. You doing alright?”

“Not really,” Buck admitted, blinking back a few more tears that welled up in his eyes.

“Oh, Buckaroo,” Bobby said softly, and Buck had to close his eyes at the overwhelming feeling of love he felt from just those two words. “I’m sorry they sprung up on you like that, Buck.”

“I’m worried they’ll try and show up at work—or Maddie’s.”

“They won’t be showing up anywhere near the firehouse, Athena’s already made that promise. And she’s calling Maddie right now to let her know what happened,” he reassured him before his voice grew serious. “Buck, did they hurt you?”

Bobby was the only one aside from Athena and Maddie who knew about his past. Who knew about his parents, the horrible things they had done (even if he was just now realizing to the extent how horrible it was). “No. Eddie stopped him, before—” He couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“But he tried?” Bobby asked, his voice growing tenser.

“Yes,” Buck said quietly after a moment.

Bobby muttered something under his breath before he spoke calmly, “Athena is insisting we come over to do a sweep of the place, to make sure they’re gone. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No.” Buck bit back a smile, some of the ache disappearing from his chest as he spoke with his pseudo-father figure. “I’d like that, actually.”

“Okay, we’ll be—Athena, no, Ath—” Bobby’s voice grew muffled for a second, before he rushed to say into the phone. “Athena wait!”

Buck covered his mouth to stifle a laugh as the line cut off, only able to imagine exactly what was going on that caused that reaction. He felt a little lighter, comforted in the reminder that he did have two parental figures in his life who cared for him like he was their son—ones he knew would die before they ever lifted a finger towards their own kids.

“Feeling better?” Eddie murmured, pressing a soft kiss against Buck’s cheek.

“Yeah.” he breathed out, pressing his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck. “I’m sorry—” he started, but Eddie cut him off before he could finish.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for and you don’t have to talk about anything right now,” Eddie told him firmly, running his hand comfortingly down his back. “How about we go lay in bed and watch bad television for a while until they get here?”

“Yeah,” Buck said softly, turning his face up and kissing Eddie softly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Sometimes Buck just needed a little reminder that love and family was something he got to choose now—and it was something he deserved.

#911 #911 fox #911 au #evan buckley #buck #eddie diaz #buddie #tw: child abuse #this really got away from me #it wasn't supposed to be this long #but i couldn't stop writing #bucks parents suck #cait chats

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seaofashes · 4 years

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This one goes out to @stellarstacey for the following prompt:Cyber Punk/Circus/Christopher/Heavy the head that wears the crown/Love(the emotion I'm going with)

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Eddie kept a careful hand on his son as they made their way to the seats. Christopher had been wanting to go to the circus for a while now but Eddie was always busy with work, so when he finally got a day off he thought it'd be a good way to spend it with his son. He'd heard a little bit about Cybertanisa and how impressive it was. All of the animals were completely biomechanical and from what he heard many of the performers were sporting cybernetic limbs and enhancements. Christopher seemed extremely interested in it so what the hell right? Anything to make his boy happy.

They took their seats and waited for the show to start. Christopher was telling him about the biomechanical tigers they use when Eddie caught sight of what he assumed was one of the performers. The man was beautiful, he had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and a birthmark right above one of his eyes. He was wearing tight black pants and an equally right red and gold vest. The man walked to the center to speak to Ringmaster who nodded to him and blue eyes turned and sprinted off gracefully.

"Isn't that cool dad?" Christopher said as he leaned into his father's side. Eddie felt bad for not catching the last bit of what his son said but smiled down at him seeing how happy Chris looked. "Yeah, that is pretty cool Mijo."

Christopher held onto a little green, bioluminescent rose that he hoped to give to one of the performers after the show. Eddie thought it was sweet of his son and only hoped that he could actually be able to give it to someone.

It felt like hours before it actually started but Eddie had to admit...it was pretty cool. The tigers were quite impressive and able to withstand more heat from hoops and more dangerous tricks. Chris was mesmerized as he watched the tiger stand on it's hind legs and one of the women did a one handed handstand on it's paw before she flipped off and began to do some sort of fire dancing. Her hands were quite literally on fire and Eddie figured that was one of her enhancements. Neat.

Eddie cringed as he watched a man stick 67 swords down his throat but he was pretty impressed. There had to be some sort of cybernetic internal modification. However if it wasn't Eddie was going to be mildly horrified and also most definitely impressed with the man who's name he has already forgotten. Actually Eddie had forgotten all of the names that had been announced tonight and he felt kinda bad about it.

Eddie was listening to Christopher tell him about the twins performing on the trapeze before his breath caught in his throat as the man let go of his sister. A low collective gasp overtook the crowd and Eddie was sure just about every heart in the place stopped before she was caught by someone else swinging in. His legs woven through an aerial hoop as he grabbed her by an arm and launched her to her respective platform before he grabbed the ring and hoisted his legs from the ring as he spun.

"We are proud to introduce the best Aerial performer around, Our very own Evan Buckley!" The Ringmaster called out as Eddie kept his eyes glued to the man who moved through the air so gracefully. He seemed to be a part of the ring he wove himself in and out of dancing in sync to the music Eddie hadn't even realized was playing. He heard Christopher giggle as Eddie watched the man, Evan, hook his left leg through the ring as he swung around the tent in a wide circle.

"What's so funny bud?" Eddie asked his son quietly as he glanced at him. Christopher leaned over closer to him. "You think he's pretty don't you? You've got that look on your face and you've had your mouth open the whole time."

Eddie flushed slightly. "I do not."

"Liar liar pants on fire." Chris giggled as he leaned against his dad and watched the rest of Evans performance. At the end he stood on the ring before dropping down and holding on with his hands, Eddie catching the miniscule hesitation he had before swinging off as someone caught him and he landed safely on a platform.

Eddie couldn't really focus much on the remaining hour and barely noticed when the show has ended until he seen everyone come out and bow. Christopher handed Eddie the rose he had been holding all night so he could applaud everyone, beaming the entire time.

Eddie and Christopher waited until the place was practically deserted before making their way downstairs catching sight of the Ringmaster. "Uh, excuse me sir?"

The man stopped and turned towards them. "How can I help you folks?"

"I'm sorry to trouble you but my son here is...a huge fan of you all and was wondering if he could give this rose to a specific performer? He's been saving it for them for a while." Eddie said as he looked at the Ringmaster who took the two in and glanced around.

"Who're you looking to give it to kiddo?" The man asked Christopher who waved him closer so he could whisper in his ear. Eddie looked at him and raised a brow slightly.

The Ringmaster smiled slightly. "Well you'll find him right over there. Just keep your eyes up and you'll find him. Now you folks have a nice night, hope you enjoyed the show."

Eddie nodded as he followed his son who was looking upwards as he walked and slowed slightly. "M-Mr. Buckley?" Christopher called out quietly as he looked up at the man.

Evan was suspended about 20 feet in the air hanging upside down from his ring. One leg hooked through the ring as he tinkered on his cybernetic leg, synthetic skin hidden as he glanced down and once again Eddie's breath caught in his throat. He was even more beautiful up close. Eddie noticed that the man had eyeliner ringed around his eyes as well as green and gold eyeshadow like many of the other performers.

"Well hello there, how can I help you there buddy?" He said as he looked at Christopher.

"I was wondering if I could give you something Mr. Buckley?" Christopher asked.

Evan smiled broadly as he carefully unhooked his leg and dropped, landing gracefully near the two and walked closer. "Of course you can, and please call me Buck."

"Here you go Buck! I heard that this was your favorite type of rose and Daddy and I found some a while back." Christopher said as he took the rose from his father and held it out to Buck who's smile could rival that of the Suns. Buck crouched down.

"Well thank you, that's very sweet of you buddy. I love it." He said smiling at the young boy. "You are just the cutest kid huh?"

"Thank you I'm glad you like it." Christopher giggled before quietly adding. "You're cute too apparently, at least Daddy thinks so."

"Does he now?" Buck mused as he smirked glancing over to Eddie who was looking at him confused, wondering what his son had said just now.

"You okay with your son being introduced to Lassandra?" Buck asked as he looked at Eddie. Christopher turned to his father and pleaded. "Pllleeaasssseeeeeeeeeee Daddy!!! Can I please see the tiger?"

"Of course Mijo just...be careful okay? I'll be right here Christopher, no running off too far okay?" Eddie replied and the look on his son's face made him melt.

"Hey Chim! Do me a favor and take my new bud Christopher over there to meet Lassandra?" Buck called out as another man came over and smiled.

"Sure thing Buck, come on little man. She's one of the coolest things you'll probably ever see." Chimney said as he walked Christopher over to the pin the tiger was in. Buck walked over to Eddie and held out a hand which Eddie shook.

"So my kid tells me that you're one of the best." Eddie said as he tried not to look over the man shaking his hand.

"Heavy the head that wears the crown." Buck mumbled with a sad smile. "That title came with a heavy price."

"Most things do." Eddie said simply.

"You got a name?"

"Eddie...Eddie Diaz." Eddie answered with a small smile as he watched Christopher touch the biomechanical creature not too far away.

"Well Eddie...you're not too bad yourself." Buck said as he eyed the other man. Eddie flushed.

"I'm sorry?"

"Your kid made the comment that you thought I was cute, you're not too bad yourself Mr. Fireman." Buck said with a lopsided grin. Eddie opened his mouth but Buck spoke again.

"Your shirts not buttoned all the way, caught a glimpse of your badge number and the F.D on your chest. I don't have modded eyes. Only thing not real on me is this." He motioned to his lower left leg. "Lost the real one in a fall a few years back."

"And you're still willing to go up there?" Eddie asked, mildly impressed by the man's observation skills but not commenting on it.

"Don't see why not. Got nothing else to live for outside of this." Buck said honestly.

"You could."

"Not as easy as you think man, we're not all firefighters with a cute kid." Buck mumbled as they watched Christopher laugh as Chimney did something with Lassandra.

"You could be."

"A firefighter with a cute kid?" Buck asked raising a brow.

"Yeah. Don't see why not." Eddie stated calmly as he glanced at Buck who's blue eyes were trained on him.

"Is this your way of flirting?"

"Depends...is it working?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah. Probably only because it's me, doubt it would for anyone else." Buck said with a low laugh.

"I don't need it to work on anyone else." Eddie smiled as Buck laughed again and moved a bit closer.

"You busy tonight?" Eddie inquired as he looked into blue eyes.

"Nope, looks like I have a clear schedule for a while. I just quit my job about .2 seconds ago. Might end up spending my life with this really handsome fellow and his son though." Buck mused as he leaned in towards Eddie.

"That sounds nice." He mumbled to Buck and Eddie closed the distance between them, capturing Buck's lips gently. They broke away laughing slightly as Christopher mumbled, "Ew gross" as he walked back over to the two.

"How about we all head out and go get something to eat?" Eddie said ruffling his son's hair. Both Christopher and Buck nodded in agreement and they headed out into the night of the awaiting city.

(epilogue: Buck becomes a firefighter and marries Eddie and they love happily ever after with Christopher because it's what they deserve)

(p.s. I'm probably going to do a longer fic for ao3 on this prompt if anyone would be interested in that)

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ephemeral-afterlight · 5 years

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Day 13: Adrenaline

(The road may seem long.)

Whumptober 2019 Day 13: Adrenaline

Word Count: 2701

Relationships: Anxceit, Logince, Moceit (past, NOT consensual), Moxiety (past)

Warnings: Rape mentions, rape aftermath (mild imagery/description), blood mentions, physical violence, mention of PTSD symptoms, cursing. Please let me know if I forgot any!

A/N: i was SO close. almost had it on time, grrr. anyway, here’s the ending to the series of short fics in this universe that i’ve built up for whumptober! i will be posting these fics as a single chaptered story on ao3 for easier reading, so this will be updated with the link when i get around to that!

Red.

It’s all red. Not just figuratively, not just the kind borne from anger. It’s not just the red that hazes your mind when you’re so livid that you can’t help but scream and yell and kick and punch and scathe and burn and lash out. It’s also the literal kind of red. A red that drips into his eyes, floods the rims of his waterlines, bathes his vision in claret. He smells the metallic aroma, breathes in the blood, and he’s seeing red.

The chains keeping him stuck to the wall are ripped from the hook.

Virgil doesn’t really remember much after that. He knows that he doesn’t hesitate for a second after he comes loose. He knows that he lunges at Patton, shoves him away without a second thought. He knows that Delilah dropped to the ground, barely able to catch herself in time, and he remembers the bruises. He remembers the bruises, the ones he gets as he beats his fists down on any open patch of skin, how his knuckles split from the force of punching his stupid face over and over and over and over and--

He remembers Delilah whimpering in fear. He remembers standing up on shaky knees and turning away from the unconscious Patton without a second thought. He remembers holding his hands flat up in the air as he approaches Dee, reassuring her that he wouldn’t hurt her. He remembers her crying. He remembers asking if it’s okay to touch her. He remembers pulling the chains from her wrists, metal falling away from skin rubbed raw, and he remembers the strangled noise she makes when the shock sets in.

Virgil pulls her into his arms.

She doesn’t cry for long, and Virgil doesn’t know if it’s from the shock or if she really is that brave, but he’s proud of her regardless. She sniffles into his neck when he uses his arm to support her, and her breaths are shaky when he helps her up the stairs. Locking that basement door feels like leaving a prison, leaving a life behind, and it’s true for both of them.

Delilah manages to sit gingerly on the couch with nothing but a small hiss, and Virgil is still angry at himself for not getting to her sooner. He could have prevented this, he knows he could’ve. But now, as Dee rests with her eyes drooping and her limbs curled up to her chest, he can’t lament for times passed and mistakes made. He needs to focus on the present, focus as he pushes the dining room shelf in front of the basement door.

It’s hard. It’s hard to watch as Delilah falls apart a second time in the middle of Virgil’s 911 call, and it’s even harder when he has to help her get dressed. He brought her some of his own clothes (not Patton’s never Patton’s ever ever ever again), the most comfortable ones he could find in the depths of his dresser drawers. It’s just a soft hoodie and some sweatpants, but she can’t stand long enough to step into them, and Virgil can feel angry tears welling up in his eyes. She looks at anything but him when he pulls the pants up over her bare hips, then meets his blurred gaze by a wet one of her own when the hoodie passes over her head.

Virgil is still hugging her when the first responders arrive.

“Virgil?” comes from behind him, a voice that’s all too familiar to him. Roman stands there in full uniform, badge shining on his chest, and Virgil can feel Delilah relax in his arms. Of course, she did say she was taken when she was younger. She must have had adults tell her about emergency calls when she was younger, and most children at that age really look up to first responders. He remembers being entrances with the firefighters themselves, how they seemed invincible when they rushed into the flames to save civilian lives, and he still has a respect for that line of work even now. “You better explain later.”

“E-Excuse me, sir… are-- are you a police officer? Y-You arrest bad guys?” Delilah asks, shaky and stuttering when she’s too afraid to keep eye contact. Roman’s eyes immediately soften, and the tone immediately lets him know to be delicate about this. He’s been to plenty of elementary schools to do presentations on what to do if you’re being kidnapped, or what to do if there’s an active shooter, and talking to children is like second nature to him. This child just has an older body than most of them, is all.

“Yep, that’s my job. I help keep people safe and make sure bad guys don’t hurt people. What’s your name?” Roman asks, clear and gentle as he sits down a respectable distance away from them, sinking into the couch as he signals for another officer to start in on getting through to the basement.

“O-Oh, I’m-- I’m Delilah. Dee,” she responds nervously, silently checking to make sure it’s okay with Virgil to share her name. Virgil can’t help but feel awful when met with the knowledge that she even feels she needs to ask. She should be able to trust people, should be able to trust the police, but she’s been down there so long, there’s not really any way for her to know much past what she was told when she was a kid. “You… are you gonna make P-P-- make Patton go to jail?”

“Of course. He’s a bad guy. He’s going where he’ll never be able to hurt you again, okay? You’re gonna be alright now, I promise,” Roman reassures, and Virgil has no problem giving him credit for not even hesitating a second when the name doesn’t match the body. Then again, he is married to Logan, so it’s not like trans people are a new concept to him. Virgil still loves hearing about how they met, loves listening to the ridiculous story and laugh because it was just such a Roman thing to do.

“Ro… is Logan here with you? Please… please get him. I need to talk to him. Urgently,” Virgil insists, imbues his voice with exigency, and Roman gives him a solemn nod. He reaches out to Dee, stop short and waits for her to give permission to lay his hand on her shoulder in a gesture of compassion, and the small smile she gives in return fills Virgil with a hope he didn’t know he’d lost.

Everything goes by in a blur. It feels like time is passing by too quickly. It’s all like a dream, a hazy end to a nightmare. He feels odd when Logan asks about their injuries. He feels ashamed when he describes their recent encounter to his paramedic friend. He feels angry when he tells Logan that Dee needs a rape kit. He feels drained when he asks to stay with her to make sure she remains calm and has a familiar face to lean back on for comfort.

They get into the ambulance and begin the drive to the hospital, and Delilah squeezes Virgil’s hand from where she rests on the gurney, and Virgil’s just glad that she doesn’t have to see Patton face-to-face again until she’s ready to put him where he belongs.

“Dee, it will be fine. I’m sure they won’t just stop loving you simply because you aren’t a boy. And if they do say something, they’ll have to answer to me,” Logan informs with a neutral voice, squeezes Delilah’s hand from where their arms are linked at the elbow. They’re walking down a street in San Francisco, avoiding patches of snow, and Dee sighs even as she looks at the Christmas lights and bustling shopfronts displaying clothing and toys and electronics in wonder. It’s getting much colder, and Delilah has taken to wearing scarves and sweaters and leggings, which Logan doesn’t really get. Leggings are thin, and it’s 20 goddamn degrees outside, so why not wear something that will actually keep you warm?

“I know, I know, it’s just… I can’t look like a girl yet. What if they forget to use the right name? Or what if they just say they won’t? I don’t-- I don’t want to finally meet my parents again for the first time in twenty-something years and have them not accept me,” Delilah mumbles, and although the repetition is somewhat exasperating, Logan gets it. He remembers what it was like telling his dad that he was Logan, not Madeline. He can easily recall the joy he felt when his dad clapped him on the back and asked him if that meant they could go on father-son fishing trips now, even as his mom looked at him in disgust every time she was around. Logan is unabashedly glad that she left them soon after. He grew up to be successful, with an amazing husband, a well-paying job, and doing work that saves lives, so it’s her loss, anyway. He wishes that it didn’t take him so long to realize that, but he’s okay now, so there’s no point regretting decisions that led him to a fulfilling life eventually.

“It’ll be okay. No matter what happens, I’m here, and Roman’s here, and Virgil’s here, and I know that even if they couldn’t be here to support you today, they’re probably still encouraging you telepathically all the way from Florida, anyway. Although telepathy is impossible, at least at this point in time, I have a feeling they’re still trying anyway.”

And then they’re sitting down at a table inside the warm, cozy cafe, and Delilah’s parents are somehow exactly what Logan expected them to be.

Her mom is a petite woman, curly brown hair and hazel eyes to match her daughter’s. She has prominent smile lines, and a soft voice that sounds like how honey tastes, and she reminds him of how his own mother used to be before she left them. “You’re… you’re here.”

The two are hugging soon afterward, immediately joined by her father. Dee’s father is a stocky man, sturdy and tall, and yet he hunches over in a way that makes him appear nervous. His voice is low in register, but unexpectedly shy, and he seems just as kind as his wife.

And… the child, the one that is sitting at the table in the corner, the one that Logan hadn’t been expecting to see. She looks remarkably similar to Dee herself. There’s no question as to who she is. She has long, bouncy locks, despite her age, and bright blue eyes to match her father’s. Logan wasn’t aware she existed. It’s a wonder nobody told Delilah she had a sister.

“I-- I know we’ve talked on the phone, but I just… it’s nothing like seeing you in person. We… your father and I have waited so many years for this moment. And you’re… here. Our child,” Dee’s mother says, tears filling her eyes, and her lightly wrinkled hands shake in her husband’s gentle grip. Delilah’s sister sits up more in her chair, confused and curious, and Logan gives her a small wave when she stares at him from her own chair. She waves back.

“I… I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you about him. I should’ve known. I should have been able to figure it out before…” Delilah trails off, and her own eyes look misty too. Her words prompt an incredulous exhale from her father, and he speaks fully for the first time since they all sat down.

“Nonsense. You can’t blame this on yourself. You were a child. Your mother and I… we spent a very long time feeling responsible for what happened. Over the years, we thought of every ‘What if?’ scenario you could possibly imagine, and it took us even longer to realize that this whole situation is nobody’s fault but the evil man who hurt you. It’s not our fault, and it certainly isn’t yours, either.”

They spend more time talking. They discuss how life has been without their child, and how much Delilah missed them. They introduce her sister, Caitlyn, and Dee reassures them that yes, she knows they didn’t replace her. In turn, Dee introduces Logan to them, and tells them about how much he, Roman, and Virgil have been helping her. Although Logan would never cry in front of strangers or in public, he does feel oddly touched that she thinks so highly of him.

“I like your eyeshadow,” Caitlyn speaks up at the first bout of silence that comes along, and the metaphorical elephant in the room is brought to everyone’s attention. Logan can hear the tiny sound as the air catches in Delilah’s throat, can sense the hard swallow as she shifts uncomfortably in her chair, and Logan reaches out to hold her hand tightly in a tactile version of comforting words.

“Oh-- Uh, yeah. Roman did it for me before the flight out here,” Delilah chokes out, and Logan rubs the back of her hand with his thumb. Her father’s brow furrow, and he stays quiet to simply observe. Her mother’s mouth falls open minutely, painted red lips parting with no sound to come from between them, and Delilah takes a deep breath. “I’m… I’m not Ethan anymore, mom, dad. I’m Delilah. I’m a girl. I really hope you can respect that.”

And her father tilts his head, smiles softly when his wife lets out a sob, and Caitlyn flicks a straw across the table towards Logan. Logan flicks it back.

“Sweetheart, I’m just glad I have my baby back. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re my daughter instead. I love you no matter what, and so does your father. And I’m sure Caitlyn is happy to have a big sister to look up to.”

Logan feels like he’s intruding when the three of them get up to hug again, but he and Caitlyn are in an intense match of the newly coined Straw Soccer, so it doesn’t really matter much in the end.

“Hey, Virgil?” Delilah asks one day, leans against Virgil’s desk and looks down at him with a serious gaze. Virgil perks up, cranes his neck to look at her from where his head is rested in his arms, and lets out a hum to let her know he’s listening.

“Do you still love Patton?”

Virgil can’t control himself when he immediately shoots up, sits back straight and rigid in the chair at the mention of the name. The question feels loaded, like any wrong answer is a step in the wrong direction, the pressure that will set off the landmines surrounding him. Why is she asking? It’s been three years. It’s been three years since Dee first got out, and she’s still thinking about this? Has she been wondering all this time?

And… Virgil hates this. He hates every single moment of this, because he can’t lie to her.

“Yes,” Virgil whispers, manages to get out through the lump in his throat. Dee’s been better. She started HRT, is slowly working her way towards displaying the type of body she’s supposed to have. She got her name legally changed, has a new wardrobe, friends, a job, a stable life. She has a service dog named Lucy, and still gets panic attacks and flashbacks when she hears yelling, but she’s doing better. They’re dating, and she’s healing, and starting to try new things that she’s been uncomfortable with for so, so long. She’s taking her life back. And Virgil’s just ruined it with a single word.

“I’m sorry,” Delilah says, and Virgil can’t even meet her eyes, even as his heart feels like it’s splitting in half.

“I’m sorry you still love someone you also hate. That must be really hard,” Delilah murmurs sympathetically, and Virgil is taken aback, and tears spill over his lashes, and Virgil presses his wet face into Delilah’s soft white turtleneck sweater.

“I love you, Dee, I love you so fucking much. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

And Delilah just holds him tightly, presses a kiss to the crown of his head, and they’re going to be okay.

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Hey, sorry, too lazy to login. But I wanted to ask a question- how would you describe Reed’s relationship with Johnny? I saw someone saying he didn’t like Johnny, and that Johnny was disposable to him. I actually thought they had a really close relationship, so was curious as to what your opinions are. :)

Yes, you would be right. Johnny and Reed are incredibly close. They’re family, for starters. Reed is and always has been the closest thing Johnny’s ever had to a father, and Reed, similarly, sees Johnny as his son. Honestly, Franklin isn’t Reed’s oldest child – Johnny is. Reed took over the responsibilities of being Johnny’s father the second he met him (he saw a fatherless child and just… stepped into the role of his dad because he saw Johnny needed it). He treats Johnny very much like he treats all of his children – he guides, supports, praises, encourages, and advises him, and he lectures Johnny patiently when Johnny makes mistakes or behaves irresponsibly. But I think there’s a lot of pride there on Reed’s side whenever Johnny behaves like the kind, responsible, heroic man Reed’s spent years encouraging Johnny to become (and also Sue, of course, who is Johnny’s main parental figure). Reed is Johnny’s role model and mentor in a lot of ways, and Johnny completely adores him. Johnny clearly sees Reed as being everything he wants to be someday – a loving husband, a caring father, a good friend and brother, beloved, popular, and respected and taken seriously by the world at large. Reed, for his part, has been letting Johnny help him in his lab since Johnny was at least fifteen, he worries about Johnny’s well-being, he gives him advice and guidance, helps him play pranks on Ben, takes him out on adventures, looks after him, etc.

I think you also have to consider how the large age gap between Reed and Johnny impacts their relationship. Initially, from 1961-1985, Reed was 25 years older than Johnny (Johnny was 15, Reed 40 when the rocket crash happened). Reed was literally old enough to be Johnny’s father. In 1985, Byrne retconned it so that Reed was about 13 years older than Johnny, meaning that Johnny was no more than 5-6 years old when he met Reed for the first time. Practically still a baby. Most recently, Fraction retconned it so that Reed is only ~9 years older than Johnny, so Johnny was about 10 when they met. Johnny has always been just a child when Reed met him for the first time, and that’s very much affected the way Reed sees him – as a little boy who needs to be protected, encouraged, and guided. Reed’s frequently been shown worrying about Johnny’s well-being, his mental health, what will become of him, etc., the way one would about their children. He does occasionally get frustrated with Johnny when Johnny behaves irresponsibly, but he’s mostly very proud of the man (and hero) Johnny’s become, and he goes out of his way to tell Johnny so since he knows how insecure Johnny is.

Johnny, in return, tries to earn Reed’s approval and respect and takes his opinion very seriously. He is fiercely loyal to Reed – he’s said he’d follow Reed to Hell and back, and he literally has done exactly that. So the dynamic between Reed and Johnny is really a father/son relationship – even when they argue, they still adore each other. They’re still family. I think that, other than Sue, Johnny admires Reed more than he admires anyone else. I can see how someone who doesn’t get how deeply they love each other might misinterpret Reed’s parental chiding as contempt, when it’s really not that at all. Reed doesn’t look down on Johnny at all – he worries about his mental health and his future, but he has good cause for both.

Just to dispel the notion that Reed at all sees Johnny as “disposable” let me point out that during Waid’s run, in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #508, when Ben was possessed by Doom and threatening to kill Johnny, forcing Reed to choose between his best friend of the past twenty years and Johnny, his adopted son, he chose Johnny. I don’t think there are many people whose life he would choose over Ben’s.

He’s also, in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #219 just tells Johnny point-blank that he loves him – “no matter what happens, I want you to know I’ll always love both of you”:

(Let me also point out that there’s an AU where Reed and Johnny were the ones who got married, not Reed and Sue.)

REED SUPPORTING AND PRAISING JOHNNY:

There are many panels of Reed worrying about and supporting Johnny throughout the FF’s nearly 60-year history. For instance, in Fantastic Four Vol 4 #16, he tells Uatu the Watcher that he worries about what will become of Johnny, who responds by saying that Reed views Johnny “with the same protective nature that you do your own children” – i.e., Reed is as protective of Johnny as he is of his kids, and sees him in much the same way he sees Franklin and Val. Reed’s specifically worrying about Johnny because Old John, an AU Johnny they ran into, committed suicide to save his team, just as 616 Johnny essentially committed suicide to save Ben, Val, and Franklin not long before. So he has good reason to worry.

In Spider-Man & the Human Torch in… ¡Bahía De Los Muertos!, Johnny and Peter Parker have to deal with a mystery and monster by themselves because Ben, Reed, and Sue are off-planet on another mission, and when they return, Reed checks in to make sure Johnny’s okay (Johnny fainted after going nova twice). Johnny immediately begins to compare himself to Reed and tear himself down, but Reed cuts him off and praises what a good job he did. And then when Johnny points out that figuring out scientific mysteries and leading a team are so easy for Reed, Reed points out that Johnny can fly and he can’t – in other words, Reed’s intelligence is just another superpower/one of Reed’s strengths, and Johnny has some of his own that Reed lacks and even envies. Afterward, Peter tells Johnny that he looks like “daddy watched you catch the winning touchdown,” and Johnny responds by saying, “it does kinda feel that way,” and brags about Reed saying he was impressed with him. So Johnny clearly DOES see Reed as a father figure.

In Fantastic Four Vol 3 #15, Johnny rushes off half-cocked to save Sue, and Reed stops and comforts him:

In Fantastic Four Vol 3 #54, Johnny’s tearing himself down for having panicked and summoned Doom to deliver Valeria (Reed was being held prisoner by rogue Inhumans at the time), and Reed reassures him and again praises him for having saved the lives of Val and Sue both, and even asks Johnny to be Val’s godfather:

In Marvel Knights 4 #9, Reed tells Johnny that he’s proud of him for sticking with his job as a firefighter, and Johnny seems speechless:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #522, Johnny comes up with a plan to defeat Galactus, and Reed takes the time to praise his plan, and Johnny, again, seems very pleased that he’s earned Reed’s praise.

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #578, Johnny invites a girl back to the Baxter Building who turns out to be a Negative Zone bug trying to open the portal Reed has in his lab, thus putting everyone in the Baxter Building in danger, and Reed very gently lectures Johnny for behaving so thoughtlessly:

And in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #586, Johnny takes Reed’s advice so much to heart that he sacrifices himself to save Ben, Val, and Franklin – because this is what he stands for. Love of family.

And it’s not like Reed worrying about and supporting Johnny is recent. It’s been present from the very beginning. Even way back in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #1, Reed takes the time to praise Johnny when he does well:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #48, after 19yo Johnny’s separated from Crystal, the Inhuman Princess he’d fallen for, and he’s distraught, Reed gently comforts him, telling him that “no man who ever lived was more proud of his brother-in-law than I am of you right now,” because Johnny was strong and mature enough to accept that there was nothing to be done to reunite him and Crystal.

And earlier in that same arc, in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #47, Reed calls Johnny a man for the first time, and Johnny seems stunned and proud that Reed’s acknowledging that he’s growing up and treating him with more respect:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #112, Reed again takes the time to praise Johnny for behaving maturely:

This is actually one of my favorite Johnny issues – in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #214, Ben, Reed, and Sue begin aging prematurely and are on the verge of death, and Johnny is left to figure out how to save them on his own, and all of his insecurities, anxieties, and self-doubt begin to consume him. When Reed, Sue, and Ben are cured, Reed again praises Johnny and very kindly assures him that “you’ve never been a failure” and that “without you, the Fantastic Four could not hope to exist.”

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #244, Johnny’s girlfriend, Frankie Raye, recently dumped him for Galactus, Johnny goes missing for days, and when Reed and Sue discover that he’s in Frankie’s old apartment with Frankie’s roommate, Julie, they rush over to look after him:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #300, Johnny turns to Reed for marital advice in the days leading up to his marriage to “Alicia” (but really Lyja), and the fact that he feels that getting married means that he’ll really need to “grow up” now and stop being “the kid of the group.” He clearly values Reed’s thoughts on marriage and feels comfortable and close enough to Reed to discuss his fears with him:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #357, I think it’s pretty clear that Johnny admires Reed and Sue’s healthy, loving marriage, asking Sue “how do you and Reed do it? All the time you’ve been together, and it’s like you’re still on your honeymoon!”

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #358, after they all discover that Johnny’s wife is really Lyja (a Skrull spy sent to figure out how to kill them all), Reed blames himself for failing to protect Johnny:

JOHNNY’S LOYALTY TO/ADMIRATION OF REED

Johnny’s also just never tried to hide how much he admires Reed. During the very early years of the FF, little 15yo Johnny was unquestioningly loyal and obedient towards Reed, to the point that Ben teased him about it, like in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #7:

And in Fantastic Four Vol 1 #10, Johnny tells Ben that Reed “always was” the leader of the FF, even if Ben refused to acknowledge it:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #39, Johnny admires how capable Reed is as a leader and a hero:

In Fantastic Four: The Wedding Special, we see a flashback where Reed turns to Johnny for advice on his relationship with Sue, and Johnny clearly wants Sue and Reed to get married, and again Reed and Johnny are bonding over their work on one of Reed’s vehicles:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #182, Johnny tells Ben that Reed is “your basic nice guy.”

In Fantastic Four Vol 3 #60, Johnny passionately defends Reed from a writer who implied that Reed was arrogant:

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #501-2, Johnny’s the one who snaps Reed out of his depression/guilt spiral following a vicious attack by Doom that left Reed scarred and his family badly traumatized/injured -- a) this means that he knows Reed well enough to be able to snap him out of his depression, and b) he’s absolutely certain that Reed is incapable of murder, because he’s just too good.

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #543, Johnny says that he’d follow Ben, Sue, and especially Reed into Hell:

In Uncanny Avengers Vol 3 #2, Johnny remembers back to Reed trying to encourage Johnny to learn more about science, and Johnny says he doesn’t have to, because “that’s why we got you” – i.e., Reed is his safety net.

REED MENTORING JOHNNY

In Fantastic Four Vol 1 #12, we find out that little 15-16yo Johnny has been helping Reed design and work on the Fantasticar – and it’s something he’s continued to do since then. We all know Reed doesn’t really need help, so he’s just doing it to spend time with and encourage Johnny:

In Fantastic Four Vol 3 #1, Reed is working on the Fantasticar with Johnny and little Franklin (notice that little Franklin is “helping” Reed the way little Johnny probably used to), and Reed and Johnny have a little heart-to-heart (I really think that they do a lot of their bonding over working in Reed’s lab together). Notice that Reed takes the fact that Johnny is upset at Reed not telling him about a research station in the Antarctic before very seriously, and even apologetically:

In Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #657, Johnny points out that he helped Reed build the casing to the warp drive, and apparently is the one who decorates all of the FF’s vehicles too:

In S.H.I.E.L.D. Vol 3 #4, we see that Reed’s years of mentoring Johnny have really paid off – ~30yo Johnny has progressed to designing his own engines in his own workshop, is even entering them into competitions, and fully expects to win:

Anyway, I’ll stop there because this is already A LOT (sorry!) but, really, there’s so much to say about their father-son relationship! So I will leave you all with this panel of Reed taking his son and his son’s BFF out on a joyride through space:

Reed’s not like a regular dad. He’s a cool dad.

#fantastic four #johnny storm #reed richards #susan storm #ben grimm #invisible woman #human torch #the thing #mister fantastic #prime marvel universe #comics #mod: lamujerarana #asks #long post

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prettylittleheartfilia · 5 years

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Family Day

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 1,280

Happy NaLu Day everyone!! Thought I’d do some nalu family fluff to celebrate :3

Also, thanks to my tumblr-less friend for helping me with my writer’s block. I hate you, idiot. ❤️

“Luna, please stay still so mommy can do your hair.” Sighed Lucy, trying to coax her daughter into sitting in front of her.

“But it’s boring” Drawled the five year old.

“Well, if you don’t sit then we are going to be late for Family Day. We don’t want to be late for that now, do we?”

The little girl’s eyes went wide as she hurried to sit on the floor with her back turned to her mother. Lucy smiled triumphantly as she began to brush Luna’s salmon colored locks.

Today was Family Day in Luna’s school, a day where parents spend the entire day with the kids in class and do a bunch of activities. The little girl had been talking about this day for weeks, excited about the fact that she could finally show her cool parents to her friends and teacher, according to her own words -- which made Natsu and Lucy feel really proud at knowing their daughter thought they were cool.

“Luce, you almost done?” Called Natsu from the bathroom.

“Yeah, just a second!” Answered the blonde as she finished placing two little star hair clips on each side of the front of Luna’s parted hair. “And we’re all done. You look beautiful, sweetie.” And she wasn’t lying. The independent little girl insisted on choosing what to wear for school herself the night before. Apprehensive as she was at letting her do this, Lucy thanked God when Luna finally decided on a white long sleeve skater dress with a collar. --She was glad the kindergartener didn’t get her sense of style from her father. Her salmon colored pigtails went well with the dress-- it was always hard to find clothing that would go well with the girl’s unusual hair color, and her gold flats complemented the accessories on her head.

After giving her daughter a kiss, Lucy stood and headed for the bathroom, where her husband was struggling to tie a tie in front of the mirror.

“Need any help?” Chuckled the blonde as she approached her husband.

“These things are way more complicated than they look” Natsu grumbled under his breath.

“Umm, no.” Drawled his wife. “You just have no patience.” She finished tying the tie effortlessly and Natsu gave her a dirty look while she smirked. “You look handsome.” She said as she eyed his business casual attire.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” Natsu eyed his wife’s pale pink skater dress, similar to Luna’s, and white low heels with an approving look, which made Lucy blush. She smiled and got closer to Natsu, about to kiss him when a high pitched voice interrupted them.

“Mommy, Daddy, let’s go! You can kiss later!” The parents blushed and laughed at their daughter’s remark. Natsu approached the little girl and lifted her up, positioning her on his hip.

“Alright, pretty girl. Let’s go to school.”

“Finally!” Drawled the little girl dramatically. The parents chuckled as the little family went out of their home and started heading towards the elementary school.

The kindergarten classroom was filled with parents and enthusiastic little kids. The room was nicely decorated, with all of the kids’ works hanging on the walls, everything organized and clean, and a table full of snacks in the corner, where both Natsu and his daughter wanted to head immediately, but Lucy stopped them. The desks that were regularly part of the classroom where no longer there. Instead, there were chairs on the far back, where everyone was expected to sit, and the front was left clear of any furniture.

Luna instantly dragged her parents around the room to show them her pieces of art enthusiastically. She went on and on about how she’s always doing her work and gaining gold stars, and how her teacher was impressed with how the little girl would rather read a book instead of sleep like her other classmates during naptime. Lucy was very proud of hearing this, since her and Levy had made it their mission to teach Luna to read as soon as she turned four, and she was glad to know that her child loved reading as much as she did.

“Good morning, everyone!”

“Good morning, Miss Penelope!” Answered all the little kids at their teacher.

“I’m glad to see you all here! Please take a seat. Today, we have a lot of activities planned for everyone! We are going to have a lot of fun, right little ones?” All the kids cheered at their teacher’s words. Apparently, Luna was not the only one of her class very excited for this day.

After a little orientation, the day was filled with lots of activities. The parents and guardians had to introduce themselves and what they did for a living. The kids were fascinated at Natsu’s job as a firefighter, and at how Lucy created stories like the ones they read during storytime, which gave Luna even more reasons to think her parents were the coolest. They made arts and crafts, played Duck, Duck, Goose, went to the playground and had a three-legged race (parents against parents and kids against kids), which seemed like a fun idea until Luna was paired with a little boy, which made papa bear Natsu a bit irritable.

After naptime, when parents finally had a time to relax, Miss Penelope announced the last activity of the day: finger painting. Everyone was given a few pieces of paper and some paint. Luna shoved her hands in the paint and plastered them on the paper, leaving an imprint of her little hands on the paper. Lucy found it adorable and set it on the side to dry, planning to take it home and put it up on the refrigerator later.

“Wow, Daddy! You’re so good at this!” Said the kindergartener in awe at her father’s “work of art”, which consisted of two stick figures, a sun, a house, and a few trees.

“I’ll make sure to put this one on the refrigerator too.” Teased Lucy, to which Natsu smirked.

“You want me to teach you?” He asked his daughter, who eagerly nodded her head.

After being taught how to do random doodles with her fingers, Luna decided to do a painting of her own, without showing her parents until the very end to surprise them.

“Everyone done with their paintings?” All the kids nodded, including Luna who had just finished hers. “Alright, before we go, does anyone want to show their beautiful masterpieces to the class? Parents can participate too!”

Luna raised her hand avidly and was called on by her teacher.

“Okay, Luna, please show us your drawing and explain to us what it is.” Said Miss Penelope as she took a seat.

The Dragneel daughter turned around her painting to reveal two stick figures really close together, one with pink lines all around its head, and the other one with yellow paint attached to its head which reached its waist. Hearts were painted all around them. “This is my daddy, Natsu. And this is my mommy, Lucy.” She pointed to each stick figure respectively. “They’re kissing, because that’s what they do all the time.”

The parents stared wide eyed at their smirking little devil, their faces getting redder and redder with each of the smooching sounds and “ewws” that the other kids made.

“Oh, God.” Muttered Lucy, as she covered her face with the palms of her hands.

“Well, she’s not lying, is she?” Teased an amused Natsu with a smirk on his face, which only got bigger as Lucy nudged him.

Their first school Family Day was something, and they could not wait to do it all over again next year.

#fairy tail #NaLu Day 2019 #nalu #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #otp: stellar fire dorks #my writing

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serpentlopez · 5 years

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True Colors

Who: Eliana & Puck @firefighterxnoah

What: After Puck gets a text message from Quinn about her renewed relationship, Eliana goes to offer some comfort.

When: Oct 20, Afternoon

Where: At the Hummel’s

Notes: Mentions of Quinn

ELIANA

Eliana had planned on going up to the tattoo parlor that afternoon. She technically had been skating by when it came to her responsibilities but a quick text message to the client she was supposed to meet and she had it rescheduled. Right now, she knew when she was needed and frankly, Puck had been through enough. She didn't like the idea of being being along after the North Side Princess decided to dump him on his ass like he wasn't good enough. She had no fucking idea how much of a good thing she walked away from. Propping her bike up in front of the Hummel's, Eliana walked up, tried the door and, finding it unlocked, took the liberty of letting herself in. The raven haired woman had a habit of making herself at home wherever she was so when she spotted the Sheriff pouring himself a cup of coffee, she didn't pay any mind to the confused expression of his face. Eliana winked at him and then walked into the room she knew Puck was staying. Her cocky expression changes the minute she saw him. "Hey.."

PUCK

Puck stared at his phone, reading the texts from Quinn over and over. He had a feeling this would happen, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. She went back to Clarington, to a fellow elite. He wasn’t sure what he would do without Ellie. He needed her. She was his person. She was the closest thing he had to family. He was curled up in bed, having tossed his phone to the chair against the wall, only looking to the door when he heard Ellie come in. “Hey...”

ELIANA

If she were anyone else, Eliana was sure that she would have some words right now. She would tell him that the girl who broke his heart was a bitch and didn't deserve him. She'd tell him that he would find someone better, someone who understood him and accepted him for all the ugly and wonderful things he was. Maybe she would have told him all the ways he was a great person but it wasn't that she hadn't said those things in some fashion before. Right now, Puck was hurting, and she only knew one way to help him. Shutting the door behind her, the woman kicked off her boots and then climbed into bed with him. She was careful climbing up his body, finally settling herself snug against him. "I'm sorry," she hummed, kissing the scruffy side of his face.

PUCK

As soon as she was against him, he wrapped his arms around her, and kept her close to him. He shouldn’t have hurt the way he did, and yet... he did. “... Was I really not good enough?” He sighed, “did I do something wrong? Is something wrong with me?” He turned to look at her, “why is it that whenever I’m into someone, they aren’t into me? Or I don’t stand a chance in hell of being with them?” He swallowed, trying not to cry. “Like... you. You’d be... perfect. But I’m not worthy, so, y’know.”

ELIANA

"She's the one who fucked up here," Eliana said, putting her hand on his face so that he would look at her. She wanted to make sure that he knew she meant every word, that she wasn't just saying this because she was a friend and that's what the people you care about say when you're hurting. "You got into the ring at a disadvantage but that doesn't mean that you weren't good enough. You can't look at everything you've done and think you wouldn't be good enough for anyone." Though at his comment, she felt a hitch inside her chest that she tried to swallow past. Perfect. No one called her perfect. She was far from anything resembling person. "Stop that," she said. "You can be sad, or upset, or feel like crap for a while but you are not going to do that thing where you think you're not enough. I'll kick your crippled ass if you even try, you hear me?"

PUCK

It was hard to keep looking at her, but, this was Ellie. Few people knew him the way she did. So, he didn’t pull away. “I’ll try my best, but you know that’s immediately where my mind goes. I was called worthless and a waste of space for my entire childhood, so this is just ... adding onto it.” He sighed again, “she wants to be friends, apparently. Like. We weren’t friends before. So why the hell does she think we can be friends after? I don’t like like any of her friends, and I doubt she’d like any of mine.”

ELIANA

It was hard because Ellie did know. She hadn't been told she was worthless growing up; quite the opposite. Her father told her how wonderful she was all the time, and he spoiled her with gifts and presents, all so that she would stay quiet by the new bruise that popped up on her skin, or how easily he'd give her to his friends like she was a plaything that didn't matter. She understood feeling worthless. "But you're neither of those things, Puck. You made something respectful out of yourself, and you did it all on your own. Even when people swore you'd never do it, you did."

PUCK

“Yeah, and yet...” he swallowed, “I feel... alone so much of the time. I live alone on the north side, everyone I grew up with is south side, and I’m not welcome back. I may be a first responder on this side, but I’m very much outside looking in. I love my job, more than anything...” he groaned, “being stuck in bed as made me very emo.”

ELIANA

"I don't know how I feel about emo!Puck." Eliana said, a small crooked grin on her red lips. Her fingers trailed down to his shirt, curling into the fabric, drawing nonsensical patterns. "Well, what is it that you want to have that you don't have here? Because I remember you talking about wanting to do better with your life. Wanting to come here, save lives, and you've done it. This isn't just about being with Quinn." At least she could hope it wasn't. Puck wasn't someone who should be hung up on a priss like her. "You can still see your friends. They just have to come here. And if you're worried about finding someone to be with, you've had so many options. You were just swimming in the sex shark pond and didn't stop to look before."

PUCK

“I... want to fall in love, Ell. I know that’s ridiculous and so not me, but waking up next to someone, the same someone, every morning, would be amazing. Having someone to come home to after my long shifts.” He sighed, “it’s the one thing I don’t have. Is my person. And like... it’s not like I have a lot of options. I’m a sex shark, but it means no one ever takes me seriously.”

ELIANA

Eliana thought about what he said, and then she wondered why it was so easy for her to see all of the wonderful things he was, all the ways he was a great catch, but why he couldn't see it. "You were also a serpent and you changed that. You didn't think anyone would take you seriously with your background but they did. You proved it to them then and you'll do it again." She leaned in and nuzzled her nose against his chin, enjoying the comfort of his touch as they spoke. "What's your perfect person like? If you could pick, honestly."

PUCK

He tightened his grip on her, keeping her close. She saw him in a way that pretty much no one else did. He didn’t totally understand it. The question she asked him caught him off guard. “Someone who... knows me, knows my past, but accepts me for all of that. Who can actually handle the fact I’m a firefighter, because I know it’s stressful. Someone who... wants to eventually have a family. But also someone who is confident, is their own person. Who will call me on my shit. Someone who will let me cook for them, and take care of them, but will also take care of me. I’m ... getting tired of always playing strong and stoic. I need... to have someone who lets me just... feel.”

ELIANA

"Puck," Shaking her head as he spoke, Eliana looked up at him again. There was something almost fragile about him. It had always been there but he tended to cover it up. However when he said he was getting tired of playing strong and stoic, she knew why it was there. "Whether you're in love with someone or not, you don't have to be tough all the time. You are allowed to feel things, and you don't need anyone's permission to do so. Like right now. You feel awful and you're just feeling awful. No one needs you to be strong or stoic."

PUCK

“I’m a Puckerman, I’m an ex serpent, I’m a jock, and I’m a fireman. The toxic masculinity engrained in me is so deep... it’s like... I’m not allowed to feel. I have to be strong, I have to be stoic. It’s exhausting.” And yet, he couldn’t get himself out of this bullshit headspace. “It feels like I have to be strong.”

ELIANA

Eliana knew a little bit about feeling like you had to be one way or the other. After she'd run away from home, she felt like she had to be mean, had to be tough, had to keep everyone at arms length because if you let people close, they just burned you. "You don't have to be strong," she said softly, leaning in to kiss him. Sex was pretty much the only thing she knew how to offer but it didn't feel like that was right, like it was what he really needed, so instead, it was a kiss. Chaste. Innocent. Simple. "You don't have to be anything you don't want."

PUCK

The kiss was... unlike any kiss they’d shared, but he liked it. He kissed her back, his hand cupping her cheek, allowing himself to enjoy such a soft moment before pulling away. “I don’t know how to ... change. Or how to ... adjust myself and my thinking. And bring stuck alone so much makes me think too much, and I hate it.”

ELIANA

"You'll figure it out," She said, voice soft and low. She didn't have to be her sarcastic or tough self right now. She was with one of the only people who got to see her like that. "You always do. You just have to stop doubting yourself. You said you want someone who is confident? Then you need to be confident too. See yourself like I see you, like you can do anything you decide you want to. Because I believe it." Then a thought occurred and while Eliana was sure that it wasn't one he would take, she still felt the need to offer. "I usually don't go into the shop until later so why don't I come over in the mornings? I can stay for a while, at least be around until around when Kurt gets back. You don't have to be alone."

PUCK

“I’m normally so confident, but for some reason, being stuck in bed, unable to run or workout. Unable to work. It’s making me feel useless and unproductive. Which is fucking with my confidence.” He was getting a bit annoyed at himself, but was calmed down again, “... seriously? You’d do that? I feel like I should be moving back home soon... because Burt starts planning mine and Kurt’s wedding.”

ELIANA

"Well, we are going to get your confidence back. In the mean time, if you don't feel it, you don't have to feel it. You can be weak from time to time. I'm not going to judge you for it, you know that." Eliana perked her brow when Puck mentioned the wedding. "See, I didn't know if that that serious," she teased, winking at him. "I don't mind spending time with you, Puck, and if it helps you feel better, then I'm in it even more. If you do end up moving back home, I still would. Anything you need. You know I'm always here for you."

#para #para: puck #elianaxpuck #para: true colors

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Bonjour Belle✨, Can I know more about your ES MC with the MC ask game? ✨

Thanks for asking! I love talking about my OCs until I annoy the heck out of people ^^

#01. Name? Any nickname? Taylor Hera Montgomery-McKenzie, although she doesn’t know she has a middle name. It isn’t written on any of the paperwork involving her since her birth, adding to the mysteries surrounding her. Hera, in addition to being a mythological figure, of course, is also said to derive from the Greek ‘ηρως (heros) “hero, warrior”; ‘ωρα (hora) “period of time"; or ‘αιρεω (haireo) “to be chosen”. Those three ideas combined pretty much sum up her personality and fate.

#02. Birthday? As her file says, she was born on January 1st on La Huerta.

#03. What’s their family like? She has lost all rememberance of her family. It started bothering her more and more as time passed on the island. When she got on that plane, she clearly remembered her parents, her father’s kind smile and her mother’s warm eyes, her little brother’s cheerful enthusiasm, but the more time she spent on La Huerta, the less she thought about them and the more those colors and laughs started to blur as though the island was having some tricky effect on her mind - or perhaps it was revealing the true nature of what she deeply considered as her memories and her history. She has only confessed those doubts to Jake during their honeymoon, but brushed it off lightly, not wanting to kill the mood between her husband and her, and aware he could do nothing about it.

#04. Relationship status? She is handfasted to Jake McKenzie, which can be considered as a marriage despite not being one in the Western norm.

#05. Top 3 songs?

3. Enrique Iglesias - Bailando2. Amaral - Alerta1. Muse - Unintended

She’s definitely one for what people would consider “guilty pleasure music”. She loves all genres, but has always had a soft spot for reggaeton and hispanophonic music in general, whether it be from South America or Spain. Spanish is a language that she’s always felt drawn to, maybe because of its warm and sensual sound. Alerta is a song she finds utterly beautiful, despite not understanding any of the lyrics at first. If you hear her humming a tune, that’s probably the “ale ale, ale ale alerta”s from the chorus. And Unintended… Unintended reminds her of her adolescence, when she went through her rock phase like almost every 90′s kid - the thing she’s never quite gotten out of it, and fell utterly in love with this band and this particular song when she was fifteen. It reminds her of her relationship with Jake every time she listens to it and always manages to soothe her.

#06. Fave book? Taylor is one for mystery, thriller and science-fiction. She’s in love with Agatha Christie’s books, always been, so it’s clear that her favorite book of all time is Ten Little Niggers, a novel that is so different from everything she’s ever read before. The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux is a very close second though. She didn’t think she would like it that much when she first picked it up, usually not that interested in romance nor historical fiction, but it became her number two through the years thanks to the deep, complex personalities of the characters and the mystery surrounding the phantom.

#07. Fave movie? Although the Phantom of the Opera adaptation from 2001 holds a special place in her heart because of how much she adored the book, her favorite movie is Silence of the Lambs.

#08. Fave show? She’s never watched a lot of TV-shows, but if she had to choose one, it would be Black Mirror, which she never finished because of her life-changing trip.

#09. Hobbies? Swimming. She’s a very strong swimmer, it’s her favorite sport and what she’s always done when she needs to get her mind off of things a little bit. She’s never participated in any competitions though. She also used to practise horse-riding when she was little, but stopped when she entered middle school.

#10. What Perfect Match type would they be? She is the Leader. She has that little something that makes all people instantly confide in her and trust her to make the best decisions and guide them through the storms. She’s most comfortable when in command.

#11. Biggest guilty pleasure? As I mentioned before, it’s all about Latino music! She doesn’t personally consider it a guilty pleasure, just songs that are often played at parties and nowhere else, but she loves to have a little Gente de Zona dance party on her own. She’s a terrible dancer, but that doesn’t stop her from enjoying it, right?

#12. Deepest darkest secret? Apart from being the Endless, she doesn’t remember anything very huge, and her life as she remembers it has always been pretty uneventful and calm. Nobody knows that she has stolen money from some of her classmates in high school when she was in very tough times. It’s not something she’s proud of, and wouldn’t really mind if that shameful memory turned out to be a scam.

#13. Fave childhood memory? She remembers when she went to Disney World in Florida with her parents and her brother - she must have been six or seven, and insisted on going on every. single. ride. much to her parents’ dismay, they were dragged by her brother and her all around the park, but that’s still Taylor’s most prized memory.

#14. Sweet or savoury? Savory, and if possible, spicy.

#15. Hogwarts house? She is a Gryffindor through and through!

#16. Fave food? Argentinan parrilla! More commonly known as grill, but Argentinan parrilla sounds better to her, and Argentinan steak is definitely the best of all.

#17. Fave drink? She doesn’t like sodas, so she would stick to water or lemonade most of the time, but she is also a great mojito fan.

#18. Most treasured possession? A quartz necklace her mother offered her when she turned eighteen, something that has passed through her family for generations and generations. She doesn’t know if everything in her past is false, but at least the necklace isn’t, securely resting on her neck.

#19. Their goals for the future? She wants to escape this hell of an island, spend a few years away from everything by the shore with her husband while helping him clear his name and attending college to finally graduate - then find a stable career and maybe have kids.

#20. Dog-lover or cat-lover? She’s a dog lover! Dogs are better than anything or anyone in her opinion. She doesn’t necessarily hate cats, but she does dislike their tendency to be very independent and snobbish at times.

#21. Early bird or night owl? She’s a night owl. She has no trouble being awake past midnight, but is unable to wake up before seven in the morning. Ever. E v e r.

#22. How do they relax after a bad day? She takes a bath, a long, hot shower or goes swimming in the pool. As I said before, she’s literally a fish in the water and that’s her element.

#23. What do they see as their biggest flaw? She’s aware of her tendency to be quite bossy. Accostumed to being the leader of her group of friends or in school projects, the respected older sister, and with lenient parents, it’s understandable that she would develop the tendency to think that she’s in the position to give orders to anyone. When meeting other strong, commanding personalities like Sean, it was obvious it would clash at first.

#24. And their greatest strength? On the other hand, she is cold-blooded and knows how not to lose her temper when facing a dangerous situation. She knows a lot about survival and feels at ease with responsibilities.

#25. Tragedy strikes! How do they handle a crisis? At first, she shuts everyone off, isolates herself and tries to think about it on her own, but not for long or she’s bound to go crazy or do something stupid. Most of the time, she tries not to show the effect it has on her, but it’s sometimes difficult to hide her feelings from people she’s with all the time.

#26. Coffee shop order? I’m not sure she really likes coffee, or at least, if she can avoid drinking it, she will. She often orders a hot chocolate instead.

#27. It’s Friday night and they’re home alone, what do they get up to? Probably go clubbing with friends or throw a party at her place! She loves music, she loves dancing, she loves being surrounded by people, so it’s the best alternative to concile those three things.

#28. Fave pizza toppings? There’s this pizza that has BBQ sauce, lardons and mushrooms… it’s her ultimate favorite.

#29. What would their superhero name be? Harley Quinn. She’s always liked the tortuous comics character and her complex relationship with the Joker, and their partner in crime-like dynamic reminds her of her complicity with her friends and especially with Jake - besides, Joker was the first nickname she gave him.

#30. What would their ideal day look like? Something adventurous, ourdoors, something out of the ordinary, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Something like paragliding over the bay, or one of her biggest dreams: swimming in the open sea with marine animals.

#31. What did they want to be when they grew up? Has it changed? Believe it or not, when she was little, she wanted to be a firefighter. She’s always been attracted to the idea of helping other people and being in the heat of the action. After she grew up, she abandoned that idea and thought about becoming a doctor. She doesn’t mind what field, she’s sure about the fact that she wants to save people, whatever the cost is.

#32. Do they believe in ghosts? I mean, after being repeatedly saved by one, it’s a little hard not to. But even after La Huerta, a part of her always believed in them.

#33. Do they like amusement parks? oh YES she adores them and would spend DAYS in there if she could.

#34. How many pillows do they sleep with? Three. She likes to be comfortable when she’s sleeping and bury her face in the soft fabric.

#35. What song always gets them dancing? Bailando by Enrique Iglesias. No matter the context, she will always try a few flamenco moves (and fail).

#36. Fave boardgame? Mafia! She’s the one who proposes a game of Mafia at literally every party ever and therefore kills the mood with her childishness lol

#37. If they play Monopoly, what token are they? The ship. To blow up her enemies better, she says.

#38. What does their laugh sound like? High-pitched, a little airy and always with her infamous flirtatious notes.

#39. Describe their aesthetic. Dancing until four in the morning, summer nights and their infinity of stars, tipsily walking down the streets in the unholy hours of the morning, neon lights, cocktail umbrellas by the beach.

#40. Do they exercise? Yeah, she loves running and as I mentioned before, swimming, so she does both on a daily basis. She’s quite athletic, but absolutely not gracious or flexible. So forget everything about dancing or gymnastics.

#41. Fears? Waking up before seven a.m., essentially. Also, she’s terrified ogf being alone, she cannot stand solitude. And she’s never told anyone about her phobia of bugs. Especially wasps. Those creatures deserve hell. She will lose her mind if a wasp is around and try to find the closest source of water to avoid it. They’re the worst for her, and she’s already had panic attacks when being bothered by a wasp when she was little.

#42. Proudest achievement? Surviving La Huerta is already a good one, but apart from that, running 500m in 1′31 minutes when she was eighteen. She hasn’t been able to beat that record ever since, and it’s safe to stay she will never do it again… unless she’s chased down by a horde of zombies.

#43. Fave type of weather? Sunny! She hates the cold and can’t stand foggy weather.

#44. Fave animal? I can see her really liking small monkeys, malicious and clever, but her favorite animal of all of them is the tiger. There’s something so majestic and venerable about them.

#45. Do they like fairytales? She loved them as a kid, but they remained in her childhood. Let’s say she doesn’t care about them that much.

#46. Describe them in 3 words. Fierce piña colada. That’s it. That’s Taylor.

#47. Biggest pet peeve? Slow walkers. she’s always moving, jumping, hyperactive, she has to have space to move.

#48. Hobbies? Swimming, dancing, running - she used to take some guitar lessons when she was younger, but basically only remembers how to play the intro riff of Come As You Are and it’s a very, very painful process.

#49. Extrovert or introvert? Extrovert! That doesn’t mean she can’t be shy in some situations, but she feels more at ease when she’s around a large group of people.

#50. Random headcanon She’s never been to a music festival, nor a concert for that matter. She promised herself she would go one summer to Reading Festival or Coachella with Diego, but never got the chance to do it. It’s one of her biggest regrets when she’s stuck on La Huerta.

MC questionnaire!

#mc appreciation week #pixelberry #playchoices #endless summer #ask

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thechasefiles · 5 years

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The Chase Files Daily Newscap 7/25/2019

Good Morning #realdreamchasers. Here is your daily news cap for Thursday, July 25th, 2019. There is a lot to read and digest so take your time. Remember you can read full articles via Barbados Today (BT), or by purchasing a Daily Nation Newspaper (DN).

WARRENS HORROR – Two children, both under the age of two, perished in a fire reportedly set by their father, a 42-year-old secondary school teacher. Horrified residents from the Warrens Park South district which backs onto the main Warrens artery were jolted by the news that English teacher, Cornelius Barrow who lived at Apt B #93 Regency Drive and his children 22-month-old Riodan Barrow and eight-month-old Rhea perished in the fire which started just after 11. Thick black smoke filled the air close to one of Barbados’ busiest streets as scores of residents converged on the outskirts of a large police barricade and dozens of firemen attempted to extinguish the flames while police combed the scene. Staff from nearby businesses including Simpson Motors across the street rushed to lend assistance, but there seemed to be little they could do but assist neighbours who were already attempting to soak the blaze with residential hoses before the fire officials converged on the scene. The presence of personnel from the Criminal Investigations Division and Barbados Defence Force indicated authorities were treating the area as crime scene.When the fire was brought under control, police and fire officials found the charred remains of the school teacher and the infants. “Three fire tenders responded and after the fire was brought under control, it was revealed that unfortunately the bodies of three individuals – one adult male and two infants were burnt beyond recognition,” reported Police Public Relations Officer, Acting Inspector Rodney Inniss. “Our investigations are still continuing into the cause of the fire and whether any other witnesses would have seen and been able to give us any information in respect of that. Obviously it is very tragic for the neighbours and the family members around and we are hoping we can conclude our investigations soon,” added the inspector. Not long after reports of the fire emerged, social media was abuzz with alleged recent postings of the father referencing divorce action in the law courts. One post claimed “The system failed my children” and “I have no idea what to do anymore.” Police are said to be investigating the link to the posts. Bewildered residents today recounted the series of events leading up to the fateful result. “I heard the explosion and when I came out, I saw the girl [resident] over there trying to extinguish the fire with a hose. When she heard the [explosion], she …tried to get a hose and all I could have done was run to assist her. But the hose couldn’t reach. So there was nothing we could do besides wait on the fire engine to come,” said Ervin Babb, who lives nearby. Emotionally, he recalled: “I didn’t even know people were in there…When I heard about the two children I became sad and I don’t want to talk much about it because it really hurts me.” The three victims lived in one of four apartments of a two-storey building. The other three sections of the complex were not badly damaged. Richard Haynes, who works at a nearby barbershop, was cutting the hair of a tenant of the building and said the two nervously ventured near the scene after hearing the news. “From the time I saw the [caution] tape I knew someone had died and I told her to just be calm… It isn’t easy to actually come and see something like this and with two children involve. It is very serious,” he said. The deceased, was last assigned to the Coleridge and Parry School in St Peter and was engaged in a court battle with his wife, Jovona Johnson-Barrow over the two children. Residents do not regard the community as close-knit and the affairs of neighbours are usually very private, they say. One resident, however recalled often seeing the deceased father playing outside with his two children and said he appeared to be very committed. “We are taken aback. People out here usually keep to themselves, but it is definitely a shock,” said another resident.(DN)

SHOCKING DEATH OF TEACHER & YOUNG CHILDREN: A DEADLY BLAST that resulted in the deaths of a secondary school teacher and his two small children is now rife with mystery. Corelius Barrow, 42, and his children, 22-month-old Riordan and eight-month-old Reya-anna died during an explosion and subsequent fire in Barrow’s Regency Drive, Warrens Park South apartment, St Michael, yesterday just before midday. The loud explosion reverberated across businesses nearby, startling employees. Neighbours also rushed out of their homes when they heard the loud noise and then saw the fire that broke out after.When the 12 firefighters on the scene got the fire under control, police said the bodies of those who perished were “burnt beyond recognition”. (DN)

MINISTRY’S STATEMENT ON TEACHER WHO DIED IN FIRE – The Ministry of Education Technological and Vocational Training is expressing deep regret at the death of one of its teachers who died tragically with his two children in a fire today. Corileus Barrow was a valued English teacher of the Coleridge and Parry School. The Ministry of Education has organized counselling for staff and students of the school who desire at the Coleridge and Parry School tomorrow, Thursday, July 25, at 10:00 am. (DN)

GIVE FATHERS A HEARING – An outspoken men’s rights advocate has soundly condemned what he describes as the failure of policymakers and the judiciary to hear and act upon the cries of “good, non-threatening fathers”. In fact, Kammie Holder, spokesperson for Barbados Fathers 4 Justice is concerned that authorities’ failure to address a disparity between the treatment of mothers and fathers before the law courts could result in damning consequences for families. In an over 20-minute social media post following the death of 42-year-old Cornelius Barrow and his two young children in a fire at their Warrens Park South home, Holder revealed he became deeply saddened upon hearing the deceased father was in the midst of a brutal custody battle with his wife. “A day does not pass by when some mother, father, brother, uncle or girlfriend does not tell me about how they are feeling hard done by the judiciary, the Child Care Board and the police force and I can speak to my own experience of a system that treats all men as either dogs, criminals or suspects and women as above reproach and totally perfect. “There are men in this country who are having malicious protection orders taken out against them just to ensure they do not have a normal relationship with their children. [There are] men who cannot go to a school to inquire about the wellbeing of their children because the mother deliberately left the father’s name off the registration form,” cried Holder. Police on Wednesday evening indicated they were aware of a post circulating on social media, allegedly written by the deceased father, extensively outlining his displeasure with the local judiciary in its handling of the ongoing custody battle and that he was through with Barbados and its legal system. Holder declared he had spoken to numerous prominent figures, including parliamentarians, magistrates and judges on the treatment of men in such circumstances, but fears his pleas have been falling on deaf ears. He added that while many fathers walk away from the unfair treatment meted out by the law, not everyone would walk away peacefully. “I said fathers are hurting and I said that I hoped we would not have to wait until blood was flowing in the streets because fathers have nowhere to turn or anyone to talk to. “We deserve to do better in this country for the sake of our children. I am tired of complaining. We have got to do better. It cannot be in the best interest of our children to have children being denied access to a mother or father. Calling on the Attorney General, he said: “Dale Marshall, you have a social responsibility…listen to the cries of the men and good, non threatening fathers. Do the right thing in this country.”(BT)

‘MOTHER WAS FIGHTING TO PROTECT CHILDREN’ –The President of the National Organisation of Women (NOW) Marsha Hinds has expressed outrage that some Barbadians have been placing the blame for Cornelius Barrow’s alleged actions and the children’s death on the shoulders of their mother Jovona Johnson-Barrow who finalized her divorce with the deceased on Monday. She confirmed that over the past couple months, NOW had been working to get the mother to stand up for her rights and face the law courts. Hours after the man and children perished in a house fire at an apartment building in Warrens, St Michael, Hinds said Barbadians have already started, through social media, to pronounce on a case that has many red flags in relation to issues of domestic and intimate partner violence. However, she said people have no idea about the events that led to the young mother grieving the loss of her children to the point that she had to be rushed for medical attention. “She is in hospital sedated. You know what is losing both of your children in that fashion when you were just fighting for the same children because you knew they were going to die? She can’t talk, not that she won’t talk, she can’t. And I suspect that with all of this media frenzy now they will have to put her on suicide watch too. “She was fighting to protect her children. There is a history of abuse within this relationship,” Hinds told Barbados TODAY. The activist argued that the alleged horrendous and horrific act was part of the reason why in recent times, NOW has been saying that access, custody and maintenance were rights of children, and that decisions around those issues must be made in the best interest of the child. “And the only way that those decisions can be made in the best interest of a child is in a system that functions and in a system that does the needed investigations and then makes the decisions based on the investigations. “Wherever there is alleged intimate partner violence within a divorce, within a separation, I do not believe that there should be automatic custody for the person who is alleged to be the perpetrator. The activist explained that there was supposed to be a custody hearing with respect to the children that apparently had not yet been dealt with by the court. “So [Cornelius] was stopping the woman from being able to see the children so she went to court and made an application to spend some time with her children. As far as I know, the court had not ruled on the entire matter. They had just ruled that since he has basically been holding the children hostage that they should go and spend some time with their mother. An upset Hinds also lamented that when she thought about the logistics of the case, she felt as though she was living in an alternate universe. “You put up pictures on Facebook of a child with what looks to be a heat rash. Every baby in Barbados gets heat rash at this time of the year. You put up a child with what seems to be a simple heat rash, asking how you are going to protect the child. And the very person that is asking that question is alleged to have burned these children in a bed with himself. “How do we miss all of those red flags and go to the point where we honestly believe that this man’s actions were driven by him not getting custody of his children. This man’s actions seemed to have been driven by his illnesses, by his issues, by things that he needed help dealing with, not that the victim had any responsibility to help him with,” she said.(BT)

PINE WALL FALLS, INJURES WOMAN: At first it was the wells but now the fear is guard walls in the housing areas are dangerous, too. Concerned residents are wondering when their complaints to the National Housing Corporation (NHC) will be taken seriously.Yesterday morning, after 8:30, Cheryl Rock, of #12 Hilton Row, Princess Royal Avenue, Pinelands, St Michael, was returning her daughter’s dog to the yard when a guard wall collapsed and injured her right leg.“I opened the gate to let Sarah [the dog] in and I see the whole wall coming down,” she said. “I tried to pull myself away but my foot got hurt; if I didn’t pull way that wall would have crushed me.” (DN)

PILE NOT PAYING CLIENT: It was a fired-up Vonda Pile who declared she would not be giving back complainant Anstey King any money and that she would be sticking to her principles, even if it meant going to jail. “Mr King was holding out that he was not paying and I am holding out that I am not paying him,” she declared yesterday.“And every person who comes into contact with Miss Pile knows that if Miss Pile stands on a principle, I am not going to be moved from my principle. And if it is the court’s position that Miss Pile should do prison, then I am doing prison on a principle. Not moving from it,” she said.The attorney, who is currently on remand at HMP Dodds, was back in the No 5 Supreme Court yesterday, where she spoke her last words in her defence.(DN)

PILE TO KNOW HER FATE IN SEPTEMBER - September 5 is when convicted attorney Vonda Minerva Pile will know her punishment for theft. Pile, of Madison Terrace, Deacons Farm, St Michael, was found guilty, by majority verdict, of stealing US$96 008, belonging to Anstey King, between April 29, 2009 and October 26, 2010.She was, however, found not guilty of engaging in money laundering in that she disposed of US$96 008, between April 29, 2009 and October 26, 2010, being the proceeds of crime.Yesterday, after listening to submissions on sentence from Queen’s Counsel Andrew Pilgrim and Deputy Director of Prosecutions, Anthony Blackman, who appeared with Principal Crown Counsel Krystal Delaney, Madame Justice Pamela Beckles said she will deliver her sentence on September 5.(DN)

JUDGE TO DECIDE ON CASE NEXT MONTH – High Court Judge Cecil McCarthy will hand down his decision on August 14 regarding the legal action brought by a retired public servant, requesting a reversal of Government’s debt restructuring programme. Former school teacher Alvin Foster has sued the Minister of Finance, Prime Minister Mia Mottley and the Government, claiming they unilaterally and unlawfully changed the terms of his $250,000 Treasury Note investment contract to his detriment to give effect to the Debt Holder (Approval of Debt Restructuring) Act 2018. Foster has also included in the suit for a judicial review, the Accountant General Dane Coppin as the first respondent, the Central Bank of Barbados as the second and the Attorney General Dale Marshall, the fourth. But when the case came up before the judge this morning in the Number 10 High Court, attorney for the first, third and fourth respondents Roger Forde,QC asked Justice McCarthy to strike out the second as a party to the suit since no allegation has been made against it. Forde has also urged the court to remove the others as well contending that the claimant’s action was ill-conceived. Justice McCarthy said he will consider those two applications for his judgement after receiving written submissions from attorneys for the parties involved. Attorney for the Central Bank Elson Gaskin and his colleague Forde agreed that the claimant’s application for a judicial review of the decision to change the investment contract did not meet the criteria for such and should more properly be filed as a civil action under contract law. But attorney for the retired school teacher Guyson Mayers disagreed, contending there were sufficient grounds on which to hear the action. The former public servant was in court this morning.(DN)

FRANKLYN BLASTS HYATT MOVE: The move by Government to acquire a property on Bay Street for the controversial Hyatt Centric Hotel has nothing to do with a public purpose. Rather, it is the Government showing its arrogance and taking property from a Barbadian to give to a foreign entity, charged Senator Caswell Franklyn as he called on Barbadians to stand up to an administration given to excesses. “We need more people in this country standing up to this administration letting them know to hold back … because you are taking away too many rights, now. You are taking away people’s property under the guise of public purpose. “This is not a public purpose ... This is a purpose to facilitate one of the people you hated a few months ago. What has changed . . .Why is this Government doing this?” he asked in the Senate yesterday. (DN)

BOOKING NO – The umbrella body for leisure accommodation wants Booking.com – a popular travel fare aggregator website and search engine for lodging reservations to drop its new commission policy. The Barbados Hotel and Tourism Association’s CEO Senator Rudy Grant has said that his organization has been joined by the regional umbrella Caribbean Hotel and Tourism Association (CHTA) to object to the Amsterdam-based website leveraging commission on a number of items in its billing to users. Senator Grant named one of these items as service charge which should not be included in the new policy, in keeping with position on which the BHTA and the CHTA are agreed. He told Barbados TODAY: “There are items such as service charge. Service charge in many jurisdictions, and certainly including here in Barbados, is included in the collective agreement between the hotel association and the unions representing the workers. “And in the case of Barbados, it is the BHTA and the Barbados Workers’ Union (BWU) in our memorandum of agreement.” He noted that service charge is not generated by the hotels and is not reflected in their costs or prices. Senator Grant declared: “It is essentially what is identified and agreed to between the hotel association and workers union with respect to that service element that should be provided to the staffing in a pecuniary form. “So when Booking.com puts a position that they should receive commissions on an item such as service charge, the BHTA and CHTA are of the opinion that that should not exist.” BHTA CEO revealed that negotiations were continuing to reach a settlement on the issue. He told Barbados TODAY: “We are hopeful that good sense would prevail and that we would be able to reach a solution on this very delicate matter. “We would not want a situation where hotels are being asked to pay commissions on items that are not relevant and should not be properly included. “And the CHTA has asked Booking.com to remove those items and I believe they are expecting very soon to have some response from Booking.com. Booking.com is the primary revenue source of the United States-based firm, Booking Holdings. (DN)

BILL OF RIGHTS –When the Data Protection Bill is a passed into law any individual will have the right to sue any entity for misusing their personal data without permission, the Minister for Information Technology has told the Senate. Senator Kay McConney was speaking as she wrapped up the debate on adopting the report of a joint select committee of Parliament on the bill. The Minister of Innovation, Science and Smart Technology explained that organisations can no longer do what they liked with personal data. “In this Information Age, data has value like it has never had before. “But what is wonderful as is the message in this bill is that this value belongs to you. We own our data. “And I think that is one of the single most important messages that I would like people to carry away. “When people have your data other entities, other organisations the data does not belong to them. It belongs to you. “And therefore because you own your own data you have ownership rights… and this bill seeks to specify those rights. “Be it to access that information that the data controller had on you, if another entity has information on you, you have a right to know what it is and to have access to it.” Senator McConney went on to outline the rights of an individual as stated in the draft data law. She said: “You have the right to correct false data or you have the right to be forgotten or to have your information erased except in certain circumstances that are outlined here in the bill. “You have the right to restrict or even prevent other entities from processing your data and you have the right to receive it in a way that is machine readable or that in a way that is readable to you. “Understand that as you own your data you have rights that go with it.” Lamenting that some people were subjected to having their data misused the senator warned that offenders would be running afoul of the law. She said to fellow senators: “It was with sadness that I heard Senator Franklyn and Senator Greenidge speak about circumstances in which persons abused the privilege of data. “This is why we need a piece of legislation like this. Currently they are acting outside of any law. “Once this is enacted it then brings them into the law so that that behaviour can then be checked. And that the appropriate monitoring and appropriate remedies can be made in situations where they are in breach.” (BT)

$1M TOKYO OLYMPICS BILL –The road to the Tokyo Olympics is expected to be a costly one.

And according to secretary general of the Barbados Olympic Association (BOA), Cameron Burke, it can take approximately $1 million to get the home team to the 32nd staging of the most prestigious sporting event. He made that prediction during yesterday’s launch to the countdown of the games and the Barbados Lottery’s Going for Gold scratch game at the BOA headquarters. “[We don’t have the exact] estimate as yet. As you know, Tokyo is a little far away so if I am to do an estimate looking at what happened before when we went to Beijing, it was just over $1 million, so I suspect that it will be in that ball park again,” he said. (DN)

CHELSEA AFTER GOLD IN PERU – World class surfer Chelsea Tuach has several goals as Barbados debut at the Pan American Games here in Lima. While Tuach feels tremendous pride at being made the flag-bearer for tomorrow’s opening ceremony, she is hoping her first-time participation in a “big games” will land her gold and crest her to the podium at the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. “It is such an honour (to be the flag bearer). I have only been here for a day and I have been taking it all in. It is really incredible and I am happy that surfing can be in it and that for the first time I can be part of a big team. “I begin competition on Monday and the cold conditions are no bother as I often surf in conditions colder that what we have here. My goal is a top performance firstly and to earn the points and the qualifications to the Tokyo Olympics. (DN)

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Rivalry rumours between Duchess of Cambridge and Rose Hanbury false

Prince William bears all the hallmarks of a contented man. At 36, he carries none of the emotional baggage that plagued the life of his father, the Prince of Wales, for so many years.

Since leaving his job as an RAF and then air ambulance rescue pilot, he has become a popular and hugely respected working member of the Royal Family.

This hold on public affection is in no small part thanks to the charm of his three young children and the happiness he has found with wife Kate.

Yesterday William was determined to act as extraordinary rumours engulfed his family, threatening to disrupt their domestic tranquillity. Reports emerged in both the Saturday and Sunday newspapers which claimed a ‘rift’ had opened up between Kate and her Norfolk neighbour Rose Hanbury, Marchioness of Cholmondeley (left)

Which was why yesterday William was determined to act as extraordinary rumours engulfed his family, threatening to disrupt their domestic tranquillity.

Over the weekend, reports emerged in both the Saturday and Sunday newspapers which claimed a ‘rift’ had opened up between Kate and her Norfolk neighbour Rose Hanbury, Marchioness of Cholmondeley.

One account said the two women had had a ‘terrible’ falling out; another suggested that Kate wanted her ‘rural rival’ banished from their circle, though the words actually used were ‘phased out.’

William, meanwhile, was being painted as a peacemaker who, because of his own friendship with Rose’s aristocratic husband, David (the Marquess of) Cholmondeley, wants the two women to get along.

At a time when we are being besieged on all sides by endless gloom about Brexit and Britain’s place in the world, tittle tattle about the royals might seem diverting enough.

But the weekend reports have gone beyond mere gossip (although tittle tattle can itself do damage, reducing the royals to a soap opera).

They are presented under serious headlines and, if nothing else, will be grist to the mill for the cause of republicanism, bringing a glow to the hearts of anti-monarchists everywhere.

For the royals, dealing with such rumours has long been a delicate conundrum. Ignore them and the risk is that they will be amplified, but by speaking out there is danger of somehow giving legitimacy to what, as we shall see, is almost certainly nothing more than scuttlebutt.

Princess Diana spent much of the last five years of her life firefighting endless speculative stories about her, often with little success. Ever since meeting Kate Middleton at St Andrews University, Prince William has been determined not to follow in his late mother’s footsteps.

Instead, he has resorted to the law to defend both his family’s privacy — such as when French photographers obtained pictures of Kate sunbathing topless — and when their reputation is endangered. Inconsequential reports are simply disregarded.

But in which category do the weekend stories sit, and how is William responding?

I am told the rumours of a falling out between these two attractive young women are false. I can also reveal both sides have considered legal action but, because none of the reports have been able to offer any evidence about what the so-called dispute is about, they have chosen to ignore it.

The weekend reports have gone beyond mere gossip (although tittle tattle can itself do damage, reducing the royals to a soap opera). They are presented under serious headlines and, if nothing else, will be grist to the mill for the cause of republicanism, bringing a glow to the hearts of anti-monarchists everywhere

In fact, gossip started doing the rounds at smart dinner parties late last year. Quite why is still a mystery, but there have been some malevolent undertones to it.

There has been talk that the rumours were got up to damage Kate. So what is going on?

Geography plays a part here. In 2014 William and Kate decided to move full time to Anmer Hall, the country house close to Sandringham that was given to them by the Queen.

Among their near neighbours was the Marquess of Cholmondeley, 58, who as Lord Great Chamberlain had a unique role at the State Opening of Parliament — walking backwards in front of the Queen.

An aesthete and former filmmaker, Cholmondeley had a string of glamorous girlfriends without showing any sign of wanting to settle down. Then, to the surprise of friends, in 2009 he married Rose Hanbury, a willowy ex-model, 23 years his junior.

They had met at a party at the Villa Cetinale, the grand Italian home of the disgraced Tory peer Lord Lambton — Rose’s sister, Marina, is married to Lambton’s heir Ned, the Earl of Durham.

In 2014 William and Kate decided to move full time to Anmer Hall, the country house close to Sandringham that was given to them by the Queen

The comely sisters, who were once pictured in swimsuits with former prime minister Tony Blair have an impeccable pedigree. Their grandmother was Lady Elizabeth Longman, a bridesmaid at the Queen’s wedding to Prince Philip.

The Cholmondeleys’ home is Houghton Hall, a stunning Palladian mansion built in the 1720s for Britain’s first Prime Minister, Sir Robert Walpole.

The 106-room pile is barely four miles from Anmer and it was soon being reported that the Cholmondeleys with their three children were part of the so-called ‘turnip toffs’, a set of well-born friends of William and Kate with North Norfolk homes.

Among their near neighbours was the Marquess of Cholmondeley, 58, who as Lord Great Chamberlain had a unique role at the State Opening of Parliament (pictured in 2007)— walking backwards in front of the Queen

Members were said to include William and Rosie van Cutsem, the Earl and Countess of Leicester, who live at Holkham Hall and James and Laura Meade, who is a godmother to Prince Louis.

One weekend report said the Cholmondeleys’ twin sons, Alexander and Oliver, were playmates of Prince George, despite the four-year age gap between them.

Rose and David were both guests (of the Queen) at William and Kate’s wedding in 2011, and three years ago the royal couple attended a black tie gala at Houghton Hall.

Rose and Kate, meanwhile are patron and royal patron respectively of the charity East Anglia Children’s Hospices, and the Duchess has attended the Houghton Hall horse trials with her children.

William and David would appear to have less in common. The marquess — French-speaking, piano-playing and a lover of modern art — is, after all, the same age as his late mother.

The men have been shooting together, but this is normal among landowners in Norfolk.

So does all that add up to a close friendship? According to an authoritative family source, the two couples have been to each other’s homes only three times.

William appears to have little in common with the marquess — French-speaking, piano-playing and a lover of modern art — who is, after all, the same age as his late mother. The men have been shooting together, but this is normal among landowners in Norfolk

‘They see each other occasionally and like each other,’ a figure close to Rose tells me.

‘They are not part of each other’s close circle. It isn’t even remotely a bosom-close friendship.’

Nevertheless, tongues started wagging. Last week the Daily Mail did report in its diary gossip that there was competition between the duchess and the marchioness.

But Saturday’s Sun newspaper reported that the ‘falling out’ was ‘much worse than first thought’.

A source was quoted by the newspaper as saying: ‘They used to be close but that is not the case any more.’ It said William offered to make peace but added: ‘Kate has been clear that she doesn’t want to see them any more and wants William to phase them out, despite their social status.’

At first, William and David laughed the rumours off — I am told they even reached the ears of the wider Royal Family. But the latest reporting has changed the atmosphere.

I understand both men are baffled by the rumours and insist there is no rift between them or their wives.

A family source told me: ‘These hurtful rumours of a fall-out are simply false. William and David were in touch with each other over the weekend, not knowing whether to laugh or complain. Both wives are hurt by the suggestion that there is any argument or even a coolness between them. They have plans for future events involving their charity.

‘This is a question of a lie going round the world before the truth has even had time to take its boots off.’ Another family figure said: ‘A whisper which had no basis or truth has turned into a roar.

William and Kate (pictured at the St Patrick’s Day parade in Hounslow) have not been photographed exchanging so much as a cross word in public. Richard Kay understands that both William and the Marquess of Cholmondeley are baffled by the rumours and insist there is no rift between them or their wives

Both couples laughed when it was first carelessly put around and endlessly repeated, even though it was patently not true. As more and more people passed it on, it took on a life of its own and has now become hurtful and toxic.’

A family friend of Rose said: ‘It has now become very upsetting and they are all concerned for each other, as they have never before had to start denying something for which these is no evidence or even a smidgen of truth. It is just mad.

‘David and Rose have been to Sandringham and shot with William and Kate, but they have been to each other’s houses fewer than three times each — some rift!’

For William and Kate the developments are especially troubling. They have always been enormously careful about friendships and they have placed a premium on trust.

They have eschewed the celebrity friends that Prince Harry and the Duchess of Sussex appear to like to surround themselves with.

No friends of Kate have gone chatting to gossipy magazines as Meghan’s have done to People and Vanity Fair.

As a royal wife and mother, Kate has never put a foot wrong, her family are loyal and discreet. She carries out her official duties with enthusiasm.

She and William have not been photographed exchanging so much as a cross word in public.

But while William has never indulged in the kind of ‘what Meghan wants, Meghan gets’ foot-stamping as Prince Harry is said to have done, he knows how important she is as a mother and a future queen.

And if this whole sorry episode turns out to be some cack-handed attempt to dent Kate’s unshakeable standing with the public, it has almost certainly backfired.

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