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newbordeaux · 11 months

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🐳🐀🐳🐀🐳🐀🐳🐀 dis ho nored oc infodump ft info which most of my older followers probably know already (or not you never know) but here they are...

first... some pinterest links to soak in the vibes:

[Georgina] [Josephine] [Lenore]

GEORGINA RIDLEY

Born in Dunwall in the month of hearths 1808. Her parents were Dr. Cornelius Ridley, the royal physician before Sokolov & friend to Euhorn Kaldwin, nobleman and unethical doctor 💕, and Lady Eugenia Mancini, a society beauty and the daughter of the Serkonan ambassador to Gristol. Their marriage was quite the scandal at the time, a renowned doctor and a SERKONAN.. shocking 😔

Cornelius' younger brother Lawrence, a jealous little loser who was also scandalized by the fact that a serkonan was living in his family home, started a rumor that Cornelius (present for the birth of Euhorn Kaldwin's second now dead baby) neglected mother and child on purpose which lead to their deaths. With no real option to disprove these false claims he gave up his position as royal physician, after which his titles were stripped and he was banished from his mansion, forced to relocate to the slums on Bottle Street where he continued to practice medicine... illegally.

Sadly Eugenia died not long after of some illness... RIP baddie. Georgina was about 10 at the time and is still haunted by the memory of her dead mother lying in their house for days 🚶‍♂️ meanwhile Cornelius was starting to lose his mind a little...

Nonetheless, Georgie learned medicine from him (including a few very outdated practices), becoming his apprentice and eventually, after his death a few years before the events of dh1, taking over his little clinic in the Distillery District. Miss back alley doctor.

She's got close ties to Dunwall's criminal underworld, namely the black market and the district's gangs. She's close friends with Slackjaw, and later my friend dany @jennystahl's oc Marzanna, when she comes to Georgie for help with a coworker of hers.

Once the plague hits (and of course it hits worst for poor people), she pretty much has her hands full tending to the sick... she's practically living on Slackjaw's bootlegged elixir so she's fine and doesn't catch it but lord... it's jarring and horrible to see so many in her neighborhood die. She's well aware that the poor are hit worst by it 😕 When she's not at work in her clinic she spends her free time dissecting corpses in order to find a cure for the plague once you've caught it

She meets Corvo while he's in the distillery district and gives him a few leeches (and helpful hints) for Dr. Galvani's research. NPC behavior... she's in the game TO ME. I feel like everyone among the district (griff, slackjaw) knows the masked felon is Corvo so I think she'd have a hunch about it as well but it's fine. She's not immune to his greasy goth swag

Obviously she has no stakes in the deaths/other grisly fates of the assassination targets throughout the game. She was a little saddened for Jessamine because she liked her vibe but that's it. All those rich and powerful dying/disappearing/whatever... deserve 💕

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JOSEPHINE BUCKLEY

Born in the month of rain in 1807, in Norcaster, a (made up by me 💕) little coast town in northern Gristol. The Buckleys are very much new money and rose to prominence in the 1750s when grandpa Buckley opened a successful fishery. By the time of Josie's birth her father had already run the family into ruin, so deep in debt that they had to sell off most of their riches and furniture. She grew up in a haunted empty mansion 👻.

Her parents were obsessed with rebuilding the family's wealth and returning to their lives before their downfall, she was expected to look the part of a noble daughter, but was pretty much ignored otherwise & left to her own devices (her parents' favorite investment and biggest hope at the time was her brother Jacob). She spent most of her time down at the beach

That was until they discovered her talent for music.. miss child prodigy. Jacob was subsequently dropped and Josie became their little "favorite" and what little money they had they invested in improving her skills. She was eventually accepted into an academy in Whitecliff :>

That academy however was incredibly cutthroat and toxic and Josie's competetiveness (and the fact that most of the other girls there looked down on her) didn't exactly help it either... She eventually just started to manipulate her "rivals" (sneaking corrupted bonecharms into their dorms to make them sick, sabotaging their stuff etc) to come out on top.

She eventually landed a big gig in Dunwall that the empress would attend (by framing a rival of heresy and being picked over her. that girl died in prison :|) and pretty much became favorite overnight. Jess was her nr one fan and she became Dunwall high society's it-girl 💕 all while NOT revealing her cringefail barely-noble origins. She just told everyone she's from some old forgotten noble family in the north and they believe it I guess??? Countryside nobility

By the time the rat plague starts her career suffers a major blow, mostly because the concert houses are shut down and she's getting by with private bookings, which also slowly start to dwindle when the regime changes and she's kinda out due to her "allegiances" (NOT on good terms with the people who got powerful after the coup, particularly the Boyles, especially Lydia as a fellow musician... but she holds a deep grudge against Waverly because they're closer in age and have a similar vibe but thats for another post). She's not having a good time and just plans to marry above her station to secure her position that is more delicate than she thought. All the while her parents are getting mad they're not receiving money from her anymore 😕

During the events of the game she's holed up in her estate... paranoid because of the killings/disappearances and pathetically desperate for attention and to maintain her status. They hate to see a girlboss losing 😔

Also random but she's a big big fan of outsider worship because that was still practiced in her hometown and an even bigger fan of the sea. She misses living there but her house is right by the river which is something...

She was on good terms with Jessamine but never really close to her. Her closest friends are Miss White, her guy Dr Ramsey and Marzanna and Georgina in an au where they're both nobles hehe

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LENORE MORELAND

Born Lenore Willa Moreland (nicknamed “Nellie”) in 1784, the only child of Gerard Moreland, a finance clerk at Dunwall parliament, and Portia Woodward, proprietor of a boutique for funerary garments. Grew up on Clavering Boulevard, across from the Captain’s Chair Hotel, in the comfort of a middle class home. Attended school and all that.. yay <3

After graduating she worked at her mother's boutique and was expected to take over one day, until 1803 when Lenore’s father (through connection at parliament) secured her a post at the Pendletons as a Lady's maid. Her extensive knowledge on fashion and etiquette certainly helped with that hehe.

That didn't last long though, Lady Pendleton died not too long after Nellie arrived and her husband remarried soon after. The second Lady Pendleton, a nasty little woman named Violet Hornsby that absolutely no one liked, brought her own maid and was like um I saw how you dressed my predecessor.. no thanks 💕❤💞 take care of these stupid children isntead <3 and thus Nellie was reassigned as a governess :/ she had the education for it I GUESS but was still unprepared for the role and struggled to handle the twins. To make matters worse, Lady Violet further isolated her by not allowing her near her husband without herself being present and making her dine alone, away from the other servants who soon began to resent her for her new position. Something somethingoh shes suddenly too good for us...

Her future is kinda left open bc I'm using her for the RPG <3 but a few other details.. she likes to spend her free time in the family library and "borrows" books from there sometime. If she's allowed to leave the house she likes to walk by the docks... which she hardly ever does anymore. She also loves calligraphy and base level astronomy :-) Shes very very bookish..

#c: georgina #c: josephine #c: lenore #yayy girl time #and yes lenore of nelliefic fame looks like a tim burton character <3 hehe

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littlerosetrove · 1 year

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*incoherent noises* Okay!

my initial spoiler 6x11 thoughts:

Maddie’s “which one?” at the very beginning got me misty eyed instantly.

This dream stuff is wild. Loved all the hints and callbacks being made visually and verbally.

Daniel wears gray in the dreams. Neutral territory? And he seems to be the sidelined kid, which is fascinating. Daniel seemed almost... resentful of Buck in the coma dream??? Remember, this is all in Bucks head.

Chimney doesn’t even know Buck in the dreams, but Buck still goes to him for help and guidance. And Hen too.

Christopher at Bucks bedside. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Chris telling Buck he’s gonna be okay, but he has to come back. 🥺

Eddie wearing dark colors the whole time. He’s mourning his partner. Goddddd. He couldn’t even look at Buck. The only time he could look at Buck was once Buck was awake. We may not have gotten a lot of Eddie physically there in the episode, but his absence was loud. I mean, Buck still remembered Eddie in his coma dreams. I’m sure I’ll notice more once I allow myself to think about this episode more. 🤙

Fine I’m bias, but I’m not digging Albert continuing to push “the Buckley parents are trying and so is our dad, Chimney.” I say it later in this post, but I- don’t know how I feel yet about this whole Mr. Han situation, and no. I still don’t trust the Buckley parents. Never.

“If what matters to you most is how people see you, then you haven’t learned a damn thing.” OH THERE IT IS. This is exactly fucking it!! This is the lesson Buck has been needing to learn even before season 6, though the show has made it clearer this season. Buck needs to let go of his past, his parents (in my opinion), because none of that will ever be nor has ever been what Buck wanted or deserved from them. What Buck wants? --> People to see him? He already has it with his family in LA. He has had it for years now with Eddie and Chris, the fire fam, Maddie, etc. Buck already has a dad with Bobby. Oh that message was super clear in this episode. Oh. My GOD. Buck honey, what you want is already a reality. Time to wake the fuck up, please, and see it. Buck needs to live, and live for himself. (and also please please realize that the love of your entire gd life is right in front of you: Eddie)

Bobby is Bucks dad! Buck is one of Bobby’s kids!!!!!! dfgkjhrdfj

…Still need to see how this whole Mr. Han thing plays out. “Sorry, his pride got in the way”???? Idk idk, I can’t tell yet how genuine this seeming path of redemption for Mr. Han is gonna play out. I’ll have to wait and see, but… I gotta say, as of right now, I’m just tired of seeing parents in *gestures* shows/movies/whatever get a redemption arc when I just wish they didn’t. Not everyone needs or deserves redemption. I think? this work towards redeeming Mr. Han seems legit? Which……. I just don’t know yet. I gotta see what the writers are up to.

“Evil” Buck!! Buck is kinda his worst enemy. Our baby girl needs to get so much therapy, and learn to love and choose himself.

Aaaand I still don’t trust the Buckley parents. Once again Buck said “it’s nice.” They’re paying attention to Buck right now because he was hurt and needs to recover. How long will it all last?

#911 spoilers #9-1-1 #my initial 6x11 thoughts #and time to go read a shit ton of meta from some smart people #I do think this was a damn good episode

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heymarshmallow · 2 years

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Name: Alice Grace Longbottom (maiden name tbd)

Age: 26

Occupation: Hacker

House/School: Gryffindor, class of 1976 (prefect, ‘74-76; Gryffindor team chaser, ‘73-76)

Wand: 12″, aspen, phoenix feather

Best Area of Magic: Dueling, DADA, Charms

The part of themselves they want to show the world: The one who takes a beating and keeps on going and still remains true to herself. She may not be who her mother wanted her to be - anywhere close, in fact - but she is, wholeheartedly, herself, and she is determined that the world won’t break her of this. This means: continuing to fight. This means: keeping her humanity in an increasingly inhumane world. This means: holding on to the good things with both hands and refusing to let go.

The part of themselves that they want to hide from the world: The part that she’s tried to bury, still littered with the seeds of self doubt planted years ago. Some small part of her (that may or may not sound like her mother) tells her that it’s not enough - not good enough, not strong enough, not smart enough, etc. She never wants to appear inadequate or stupid or ridiculous in any way, and will often try to play things off for laughs if she feels it might head that way. Better to make fun of herself than be made fun of, right? Ultimately, she’s her own worst critic, having surpassed her mother years ago.

Their views on blood politics/purism: Not a fan, even before the war started. Growing up with blood purist parents tends to do that to you. She rejected that pretty early on in life and fully intends to raise Neville that way.

Their views on magical supremacy overall: She doesn’t really believe that magic is the end all be all, but at the same time, she doesn’t think she could live without it. She’s not the type of person to look down on muggles or think of them any differently - she just wouldn’t trade her magic for anything.

Their views on technomancy: She absolutely loves innovation and technology, and has probably been fascinated with some of the inventions that have popped up over the years. However, her own experience with Protego has soured this for her a bit. She was once an up and coming hotshot inventor in their ranks, but eventually grew disillusioned with Protego and its practices. She left a few months ago, intending to set up shop as a hacker/programmer for hire (though this has been slow going due to recent events). She believes technology (and technomancy) should be freely available for all, and wants to work to make that happen.

Character parallels: Eve Polastri (Killing Eve), Elizabeth Bennett (Pride and Prejudice), Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy), Nomi Marks (Sense8), Robin Buckley (Stranger Things).

#endbuzz #ch: alice longbottom #i realize those are all drastically different characters #but i swear it makes sense

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ofthedespondent · 2 years

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[KHADIJHA RED THUNDER, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] Oh, them? That’s ROBIN BUCKLEY, the TWENTY TWO YEAR OLD. They are currently a [ EMPLOYEE AT FAMILY VIDEO]. I hear people say they are FOCUSED, INNOVATIVE, WITTY, but also CRASS, DISORGANIZED, IRRATIONAL. I always think of DOODLES ON YOUR FAVORITE PAIR OF SHOES, CHIPPED NAIL POLISH, A SNARKY QUIP AND A LONGING GAZE. I wonder what their favorite scary movie is? [ red, 21+, they/she, cst]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

full name: robin buckley age: twenty-two pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: (closeted) lesbian faceclaim: khadijha red thunder occupation: employee @ family video

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 .

from the outside looking in, robin buckley has a perfect life. two parents who seemingly loved her unconditionally just as much as they loved each other. and that was true, for the most part. but along with that love, came expectation. and for as long as she could remember, there was no way she could ever meet their expectations of her. they had planned for her to go to college, meet a nice boy and settle down, get a good job and give them some grand kids before she turned twenty five. and everything about that sounded like her worst nightmare, it was one of the first times she realized that she was different than most people around her.

she never liked boys, not in the way that she liked girls. she thought it was just a phase that she would grow out of, but when high school came around, those feelings never really went away. if anything, they were only made stronger. but she tried to fight them as long as she could, getting a boyfriend to appease her parents but she was never truly satisfied with that. she constantly felt like she had to be someone that she wasn’t when she was around him. and he was nice, probably even knew that robin was definitely gay, but never said anything. but it got her parents off her case for a while.

she was also captain of the school’s soccer team, had even gotten a scholarship to a nice school out of it. but she quickly realized that wasn’t a life she wanted to be living. if she was being honest with herself, everything she was portraying was what other people thought she should be. she didn’t really like being around herself and knew that going to college with this scholarship would have drove her mad. so she finally made a decision for herself - she decided against going to college and stayed in hawkins to figure things out.

along with that came some odd jobs that robin worked until she found one that stuck, family video. it wasn’t luxurious by any means, it was actually pretty far from it. but it paid the bills and at the end of the day, that’s all robin was looking for anyways. her parents hated it, insisted that if she wasn’t going to be going to college she couldn’t live under their roof. and they didn’t have to tell her twice! she was out of the house within the next week. she and her parents still talk, but it’s clear there’s now a strain in the relationship.

but one elephant in the room that she had yet to truly address about herself was her sexuality. she knew that she didn’t like men and that she definitely liked women. but she had barely told anyone about it, afraid to be the town pariah. sure, there were a few people that had come out as gay but it didn’t always turn out well.she watched the news segments about it. she hoped one day she could be fully comfortable to be out and proud, but for the time being, she was content to live in the closet.

despite having this secret though, robin still remains upbeat and extroverted, much to other people’s dismay sometimes. she typically could be described as being a lot, although she never really understood that label. still, that didn’t really deter her from continuing to do it.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

the infamous beard: this is the man that robin dated while she was in high school. they would barely even hold hands when they were dating, robin rattling off some vague excuse as to why she wouldn’t do it. whether it was obvious to this person or not they were a beard can be discussed! but it’s safe to say, robin made it very clear she had no interest in her “boyfriend.” ( phoenix ! )

her first crush: the first girl that robin ever had a crush on enough to admit her feelings for them and try to act on them. whether or not the crush’s feelings were reciprocated can be discussed but honestly?? the more drama the better.

ride or die best friend: pretty self explanatory but this is the person that robin trusts the most in the world, even going as far to be the first one that she would admit her sexuality to. it’s a very crucial moment for her, especially when she hates talking about those sorts of things with anyone. ( mj ! )

frenemy/straight up enemy: robin has a personality that people either love or hate, so give me someone who absolutely cannot stand robin. maybe they act friendly in a frenemy sense or they very clearly don’t like each other, either way, the two of them absolutely despise the other.

#𝐫𝐛 ⸺ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨.

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roosterbox · 2 years

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Ack! I’ve done been tagged! Thank you, @mister-eames you lovely human!

Send me a number for an excerpt from a draft!

(FYI these are all the things in my drafts right now. Some, obviously, have more written than others)

1. Here We Are, Born to be Kings, We’re the NSFW Paint Shop AU (because, like the Highlander, it will never die).

Summary: Eames is the owner of a store that sells paint. To set it apart from any other paint store - and other paint in general - the paint is given very NSFW names. For example, it’s not just Seafoam Green, it’s Frothing at the Gash. It’s not just Coral Pink, it’s Cunning Linguist Coral. All the old familiar characters work there, naturally. Cobb and Mal are married. Arthur and Eames are together, but “secretly.” (that’s in quotes because they think they’re sneaky but literally everyone knows. Even some customers.) Yusuf and Ariadne have pined for each other for years, but Yusuf’s too shy to make a move. Saito, a regular customer, has become quite taken with the newest hire - college student Robert. Numerous shenanigans due to ensue.

2. Big Gay Jewish Wedding

Summary: Arthur and Eames are getting married! But there are issues on both sides that need working out. On Arthur’s side, it’s wrangling his ginormous family, who all have their own feelings about how this event should go. On Eames’ side, it’s dealing with his not-so-supportive parents. A mix of comedy and drama set to ensue.

3. The Grace Project

Not really anything to summarize here - it’s merely a concept right now. But the simplest explanation is that I’m gonna listen to Grace, by Jeff Buckley, and write whatever Cherik story ideas come to mind. Might end up a continuous story, might be an anthology of one-shots. Your guess is as good as mine!

4. Cherik Mpreg Universe mid-quel

Summary: Charles’ third pregnancy is absolutely awful, culminating in the worst thing any pregnant person or couple can ever experience. After, he and Erik pick up the pieces of their lives, and make choices regarding the further expansion of their family.

5. Original epic fantasy ‘verse

Can’t say much about this one! Partly because it’s not a fanfic, but also because the worldbuilding is exhausting, lol. But here are a few keywords: Magic! Dragons! Swords! Coming-of-Age!

6. Mermaid Horror story

Summary: A crew of sailors is paid by some unscrupulous business man to catch a mermaid and deliver it to him. They manage to find one and capture it. The mermaid proceeds to gradually kill every single member of the crew (The Little Mermaid lied to you - mermaids are damn scary, yo), save one. Also doubles as a very twisted love story… Haven’t decided on whether to make it a fic or an original short story.

7. Coffee Shop/High School Bully AU

Inspired by a post I saw here (that’s in my queue somewhere, lol). Arthur is an oft-bullied student who works part time at the local coffee shop. Eames is one of his bullies, and has been for years, even prior to high school. But a lot can change in four years…

8. Princess Bride AU

Exactly what it says on the tin. Princess Bride. Eames as Westley. Arthur as Buttercup. Other characters in other roles. Framing story is Grandpa Arthur telling the story to his grandchild.

9. Cherik Slow-Dancing Fic

Newest addition. I talked about that Cherik fic I wanted to write for years, and after posting the idea, I started thinking of ways to start. I haven’t written anything down yet, and it’s probably on the furthest back burner right now, but the seeds have been sown at least.

*heavy breathing* I think that’s all of them? Lots to do, lots to do! The Paint Shop AU is the current focus, but any time I feel inspiration I’ll add to the others. I might not have much to say on a few, but if you were to ask, I could probably share a few plot points? Stuff that will eventually happen when the story gets focused on.

Not sure who exactly to tag? I know a few people I follow have done this (or something similar) already? So I guess if you read this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

#i love getting tagged in things #lol #works in progress #an eclectic mix #some cherik #some inception #some original #writing is so hard yo

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ash-and-books · 2 years

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Rating: 2/5

Book Blurb: Ash Hawkins, Duke of Buckley, no more wants to marry than he wants a stick in his eye. As the owner of a gaming hell, he is all too aware the odds of a happy marriage are against him. But raising his three rebellious wards alone is proving more than he can handle. He needs to find someone who stands to benefit from a marriage of convenience as much as he does. Someone logical, clinical, and rational. And in a stroke of luck, he quite literally stumbles over just such a woman. After years of ridicule for being more interested in bugs than boys, Bronwyn has accepted that she’ll never marry for love. Her parents, however, are threatening to find her a husband. Bronwyn doesn’t need any scientific research to show her Ash has secrets. But his proposal would give her the freedom to continue her entomology research and perhaps finally get published. Just as long as she can keep her mind on her work and off his piercing eyes, broad shoulders, and wicked, wicked tongue.

Review:

An entomologist who wants nothing more than to publish her research and live her life studying is being pressured to marry by her parents and a Duke who has three wayward wards who need someone to guide them decides he needs a wife, so when they run into each other they just might be what the other needs. Ash Hawkins is the Duke of Buckley, he runs a gambling den, has a tragic childhood, and is emotionally traumatized from the way his father treated not only him but his mother and the staff. He has become so emotionally traumatized that he feels like he has to close himself off from love and affection in fear that he might become his father. Ash has shut himself off and has kept his distance from his three wards, three young girls, he has provided them with money, anything they want... but that has only led them to become even more rebellious as they think he wants nothing to do with them and can’t wait to get rid of them. So when two of them run off with his mother’s diary to visit the home she use to live in he finds himself chasing after them only to run into Bronwyn. Bronwyn has been ridiculed all her life for her interest in bugs, after having her heart broken in the worst way possible she’s given up on love and wants only to finally get her research published.... except her parents have thrown away all her tools and destroyed her research and are threatening to forbid her from seeing her friends unless she marries and starts focusing on getting a husband. When Ash sees how well his girls are taking to Bronwyn he offers her a marriage of convenience in that : she will look after his wards and live on the island with them while he returns to London and stays there away from them, he’ll give her all the freedom she wants to pursue her research as long as she raises his wards well, there will be no love requirement and they will both be free to do as they please. Easy enough right? Except both of them are already smitten with each other and are falling for one another, but they both have their own luggage to deal with and are both emotionally hurt,... can they truly make this work? While this started off great and I really liked Bronwyn, I felt there was a lot of lack in character depth and development, also the story kind of felt like there was no real pay off, I mean the way they make up was so bland and meh after all the hurt they both went through, it just felt lacking in satisfaction. I also wanted there to be more of a focus on the relationship with the three girls that are his ward... honestly, they were so interesting. Overall it was just an okay read for me, it could have been better and there is potential. This is the first book in the series so hopefully the next ones are better?

*Thanks Netgalley and Forever (Grand Central Publishing), Forever for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #book #romance book #romance book review

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littlespoonevan · 2 years

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Congrats on 7k followers, holy shit. I trust you with any of the letter prompts, but if I had to pick, T. I'm super curious what you'll come up with. =)

aklsdjh alright, friend, you prompted "obscure au" and my mind went to a million different places, none of which i really vibed with. and then, last night, right as i was on the edge of sleep, my mind concocted an idea from fandom days of old:

professional cuddler evan buckley/touch-starved ball of repression eddie diaz

so this is...certainly a thing aksjdhf but also i'm lowkey obsessed with this concept now and i don't wanna let it go so if you could all please let me know if you would read a 5k-10k continuation of this fic, that would be great lmao

Eddie Diaz is a lot of things.

He’s war veteran, he’s a firefighter, he’s an (ex)husband, he’s a father.

What he is not, is good at asking for help.

Moving to LA had been an initially impulsive but still carefully constructed plan to snatch back his agency and his role as a father after feeling smothered for so long under his parents’ roof. In truth, he wouldn’t have had any problem becoming a firefighter in Texas but there was a special kind of vindication – a childlike ‘haha you can’t catch me!’ – that came with telling his parents he was moving to California.

And as proud as he is of himself for finally standing up for something he wants, moving to LA has been hard.

Not least of all because he’s got about a vault’s worth of unresolved trauma from his time in the army.

The combination of recently moving house, finally truly living as a single parent – who hasn’t managed to set up proper childcare yet – and beginning a new job as a firefighter has meant the walls he’s so steadfastly built up around himself to hold himself together since he first came home are starting to crumble.

And of course, because the universe absolutely hates Eddie, all of this stress and anxiety has decided to take the form of insomnia.

Possibly the worst symptom a single father who works 24 hour shifts could experience.

Which is why he’s one hundred percent going to blame his sleep-deprived brain for what he chooses to do.

It’s past 3am and Eddie is scrolling mindlessly on his phone when he first stumbles across the ad.

Some people, when they go online shopping at night, buy things they don’t need. Like a Fitbit or a novelty t-shirt.

Eddie…

Eddie buys a professional cuddler.

It’s the stupidest fucking thing he’s ever done but he’s so tired and he’d give anything to just get one full night’s sleep and the ad boasts about how prolonged and consistent hugs can help reduce stress and improve your heart health and before he knows it he’s filling out an application form.

He forgets about it by the time he does manage to finally drop off to sleep for a few hours before his alarm goes off but he’s helpfully reminded the next morning when he receives an email from an Evan Buckley who introduces himself as his prospective cuddle…associate? The email comes with a more detailed explanation of how the process works as well as a list of available time slots Eddie can choose from. Lastly, there’s an attached consent form detailing what is probably the opposite of whatever the hell one puts in a BDSM contract.

And the thing is, it’s stupid.

It was an impulsive decision his exhausted brain found in the middle of the night and he should absolutely just delete the email and pretend it never happened.

He doesn’t delete the email.

It’s a Tuesday morning just after he’s come off a 24-hour shift, Christopher is in school, the house is empty and Eddie feels like he’s about to crawl right out of his own skin when the doorbell rings.

Steeling himself, he takes a breath and opens the door to- well.

A stupidly gorgeous man.

The man – Evan Buckley, professional cuddler, he presumes – offers him a smile that rivals the brightness of the sun shining behind him and sticking out a hand.

“Hey,” he greets warmly. “Eddie, right? I’m Buck.”

Eddie stares, dumbfounded, for a beat before his brain catches up with itself and he hastens to shake his hand. “Yeah, sorry. Hi, I’m Eddie. You uh- you can come in.” He lets go of Buck’s hand – it’s warm, just like his smile – and moves back, opening the door wider to let him through.

Buck steps inside, looking around curiously, and Eddie feels self-conscious about the still-bare walls. His priority had been decorating Christopher’s room first and making sure he had everything he needed. Getting a couch and a dining table had been next on the list. The rest of the décor can wait until Eddie’s next pay check. Or next ten pay checks.

When he realises Buck isn’t making a move to go anywhere he scratches the back of his neck, looking helplessly between his bedroom door and the living room. “I uh, I know I signed the form and everything but I’m not really sure how this is supposed to work-?”

Buck’s expression brightens again. “Oh! Well, it really depends on the person. Some people prefer being in bed, particularly if they’re trying to fall asleep. But that feels too personal for some people so they tend to go for a couch or an armchair or something. It’s all about what you’re comfortable with.”

Eddie nods. He has no idea what he’s comfortable with. He still hasn’t quite reconciled that he’s agreed to pay this man to cuddle him, for fuck’s sake.

Buck seems to realise his indecision and his smile is kind in a way that makes Eddie want to duck his head in embarrassment. “You mentioned in your application form that you’re having trouble sleeping. Is it- is that what you’d like help with?”

“I guess,” he replies but he doesn’t sound sure even to his own ears. “I- I just came off a 24 hour shift so I was hoping to catch some sleep before I pick my son up from school later.”

Buck seems to take all of that information in his stride, nodding easily. “Cool. Well, in that case we could go to your bedroom if you’re comfortable? I can’t guarantee you’ll fall asleep first try but even just having your body at rest for a while can help you feel more recharged.”

And, because Eddie is clearly losing it, he nods and leads this veritable stranger to his room.

The actual getting-on-the-bed part is surprisingly okay.

Buck is dressed for the occasion, in soft sweatpants and an even softer looking pale blue hoodie, and he lets Eddie take the lead in selecting his side of the bed. However once they’re side by side Eddie feels himself clam up.

“What do you- what happens now?”

Buck eyes him speculatively for a moment and then simply asks, “Big spoon or little spoon?”

Eddie blinks. “What?”

“Big spoon or little spoon?” he repeats, the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Once you figure out which you prefer the rest is pretty straightforward.”

Eddie feels himself flush, looking away as he thinks it over. It takes a good thirty seconds to remind himself that he’s paying for this and Buck probably already thinks he’s pathetic for having to hire someone to cuddle him instead of finding someone to be with the normal way, so he only feels a little embarrassed when he finally admits, “Little spoon.”

Buck grins and reaches for him and it’s possibly the most bizarre situation Eddie’s ever been in but he just- lets Buck rearrange them until they’re both lying on their sides. Buck presses right up behind him, pulling the covers up around them and wrapping a secure arm around Eddie’s waist.

Eddie holds himself perfectly still throughout it all, hesitantly settling his arm over Buck’s when he finally stops moving.

He counts five breaths before he has to break the silence, mouth dry. “What happens now?”

Buck hums and Eddie can feel the vibration of it where Buck’s chest touches his back. “Some people like to talk; others just like to lie in silence.”

Eddie contemplates it. He’s never been the most talkative person but he also can’t quite imagine lying here in silence for the next forty-five minutes of their session.

“So. Is this like, your full-time gig?” he asks before immediately cringing. That’s probably against some rule to ask.

Buck just snorts quietly. “Part-time,” he says. “I’m actually putting myself through the Fire Academy right now. I need some extra cash to help with rent until I certify.”

Eddie feels the ridiculous urge to laugh but it thankfully morphs into a yawn at the last minute. “I’m a firefighter,” he says and Buck does laugh.

“No fucking way?”

“Mm,” he hums. “Certified about a month ago. That’s why I moved here; new job.”

“People who suffer from insomnia can find the symptoms worsen under periods of stress or change,” Buck says, gently probing, and Eddie gets the vague feeling like he just sat down with a therapist.

“Yeah it’s-“ he starts, closing his eyes and releasing a tired sigh. “I really love it but it’s been a lot, with the move and everything.”

Buck nods, chin bumping Eddie’s shoulder, as his hand rubs small circles almost absent-mindedly against Eddie’s stomach. It’s around that point that Eddie realises his body has almost completely relaxed against Buck’s, limbs heavy in a way they haven’t felt in a while.

“How do you even become a…cuddler?”

Buck barks out a laugh, the action making him nuzzle into the nape of Eddie’s neck for a half a second. It’s the most intimacy Eddie’s experienced in literal years and he thinks for a second he might black out.

“It’s- I like research binges and a while back I got really interested in the benefits of physical touch therapy. I’d fallen down a love language rabbit hole,” he adds as an aside. “And the short version is I took a course and joined up with the company. I’ve been doing it for about six months now.”

Eddie makes a quiet noise of acknowledgement, staring at the wall opposite him until his vision starts to blur. “It must be a little strange for you though, right? I mean I know you have to fill out the whole consent form and everything but there’s gotta be some weird clients?”

“Not really,” Buck says, voice hushed. “Mostly it’s just been people who feel lonely. Or- or who have lost someone recently and aren’t used to being on their own. Or people who are struggling to sleep, like you.”

Eddie gets the vague urge to point out he’s so lonely he fears he might drown from it but he swallows it back.

Instead he lets the silence settle around them, surprised to find he feels so much more comfortable than he had at the beginning. Buck follows his lead, remaining a steady warmth at his back and continuing to run soothing circles over Eddie’s stomach.

And it’s been a long time since Eddie’s been held by anyone. Even when he came home from Afghanistan he and Shannon hadn’t been in a good enough place to lie like this all that often. But it’s nice, much nicer than he expects. He feels oddly safe in Buck’s arms.

He almost can’t believe it when he feels his eyes start to droop, lulled by the steady rhythm of Buck’s breathing. He’s on the verge of sleep, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, when Buck’s phone starts vibrating.

Buck silences it almost immediately but it means he has to let go of Eddie to do it and Eddie feels an awful kind of bereft at the loss of his touch.

“Sorry,” Buck whispers. “That was the alarm for the end of our session.”

“Oh,” Eddie mumbles trying to rouse himself, shaking his head to clear the brain fog.

“Hey, no,” Buck says, hand going back to Eddie’s shoulder. “You’re almost asleep. Don’t ruin all our progress now.”

There’s something soft and teasing in his voice and when Eddie cranes his neck to look at him he finds a smile to match his tone. “Stay here. I can let myself out. It was really great to meet you, Eddie. I hope you get some sleep.”

“Thanks,” he replies and it doesn’t feel like enough but he’s too overwhelmed to say anything else.

Buck shoots him one more smile and climbs off the bed. Eddie listens as he puts back on his shoes, as he slips out into the hallway, and then as the front door closes behind him.

And miraculously, before he can think about it too much, sleep pulls him under.

When Eddie wakes up there’s an automated email on his phone.

Thank you for availing of our services! We hope your session was a fulfilling and comforting experience. We’d love to hear from you so we can continue to better or services. Fill out the feedback form to leave a review here. Or, if you’d like to book another session, please follow the link below.

Eddie thinks of the lightness in his chest, of the way he almost feels rested for the first time in a month, and clicks ‘Book another session’.

#buddie #911 fic #asks #littlerosetrove #my fics #follower celebration #i'm not joking i want to keep writing this #yes my last long buddie fic was about them cuddling shut up this would be different #how you ask?#well for one it's from eddie's pov instead lol

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procrastinatorimagines · 3 years

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Better Than They Know

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,827

Request: Hello! I Hope you're doing good! I don't know if you ccurrently do requests or not or if this is where to ask for them but I have one in case you do take them. Evan Buckley x reader where his parents come to town and they are really passive agressive towards him, complaining about his work and that he's "not as nice of a boy as he used to be" but he doesn't tell them to stop. Eventually they remark on his birthmark, hitting an old insecurity and reader comforts him? Thank you for your time! <33

You’d never met Buck’s parents, and he barely spoke about them, so when you got a call at work from your boyfriend telling you his family would be joining you both for dinner that night you’d spent the rest of the day fretting about what to wear, what to say, how to act...

Maddie and Chimney would be there too, but Buck had told you he wouldn’t survive the dinner without you, whatever that meant. You knew things weren’t great between the Buckley’s and their parents, but they’d both always been so vague on the details. Maybe you should have pushed, but you didn’t think you’d meet them this soon.

“They can’t be that bad, you and Maddie turned out great,” you tried, phone between your ear and your shoulder as you fastened the burgundy blouse you’d opted to wear.

“Just wait until you meet them,” Buck said in a low voice, calling to check what time you’d be arriving. You could hear conversation in the background, definitely Maddie and two other voices you didn’t recognise, presumably the parents.

“Is this really how you chose to decorate your living room?” You heard a female voice call out to Buck, hearing him sigh a little on the other end of the line, clearly wearing thin.

“Okay, okay, I’ll come save you as soon as I can,” you promised, tucking your shirt in and searching for your earrings, curious to see just what Mr and Mrs Buckley were actually like.

“Thank you, thank you,” he repeated gratefully, getting called again by his parents as he hurried up his good byes, “I love you, see you soon.”

“I love you too, bye,” he hung up, leaving you to pick up the pace a little. He sounded stressed, and on edge, two things Buck rarely was. You wished he’d told you more about them, but you guessed you’d just have to find out when you arrived.

Double checking you had everything and giving yourself one last look over in the full length mirror by your door, you headed out.

Buck had text you to just come right on in, so you made your way into his apartment and headed straight for the dining area, following the sounds of strained conversation with anticipation. Chimney seemed to be trying to carry a conversation, but it was clear from where you were standing that there was tension between the four Buckley’s.

Maddie gave you a pained look when she noticed you, still offering you a welcoming and almost pitying smile as the sound of your footsteps alerted the others to your presence.

Buck lit up, standing from his seat to kiss you. “Hey, glad you could make it,” he said, taking the wine you’d brought off of your hands so you could sit down.

“You must be Y/N,” the woman who was clearly Buck’s mother smiled, standing to hug you in greeting. It took you by surprise, but she seemed friendly enough. “I’m Donna, this is my husband Steve,” she told you, Steve standing up to shake your hand as you all settled down at the table.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you told them, glancing between Buck and Maddie, then at a relieved looking Chimney. You’d come because Buck had wanted saving, but you actually thought he looked the most uncomfortable out of everyone here, which was saying something.

“It’s lovely to finally meet you too, even though we haven’t heard very much about you,” Donna said with a pointed look at Buck, “I was hoping we’d get a chance to meet sooner, but it seems like we have to put in all the effort if we want to see our kids.”

“You know how busy we’ve been with work,” Buck explained, which was valid given that his parents lived out of state and both siblings worked five out of seven days a week.

“You always are,” Steve retorted in a tone you couldn’t quite read, but from the way Maddie took a large gulp of her wine, you felt that this was an old issue in the Buckley family, and one that had probably already been brought up today.

The food looked lovely, so you settled in and took a bite as a bit of an awkward silence fell over the table, Chimney shooting you a sympathetic and knowing look that had you dreading what was to come.

“So Y/N,” Steve began, ignoring the looks of dread from both his children as he continued, “do you put on a costume and run into fires for minimum wage or do you have a proper job?”

Oh crap. You slowly swallowed the food in your mouth, looking at him in a little bit of shock.

“Dad-” Maddie tried despairingly but he waved her off with a dismissive hand, still looking at you as he awaited your response. It suddenly felt like you’d turned up to an interview unprepared.

“Oh er, I’m a lawyer,” you replied finally, sticking more food in your mouth in the hopes of not having to say anything else on the matter. No wonder Chimney had looked so happy to see you - had he been subject to same third degree? From the way Steve had just spoke about firefighters, you figured you had your answer.

“Oh, see that’s what we wanted Evan to do, but...” Donna looked at Buck like some kind of child who’d just disappointed her, “it wasn’t his strong suit.”

You bit your tongue, your stubborn protectiveness rising up. These were Buck’s parents, there were certain rules of etiquette right? You couldn’t put them in their place?

“I love my job,” Buck spoke up for the first time, “I’m good at my job, I help people-”

“Of course, we’re only saying we wanted more for you,” Donna clarified like that made what she said any better, or did she not even see anything wrong with it?

“What more could you want? That was your dream for me, not mine,” Buck replied defensively, the fake polite smile on Donna’s face vanishing. Steve put his cutlery down then, not happy with the tone Buck had just taken with his mother.

“Evan, really, what happened to that nice and polite boy we raised?” He scolded, voice stern. Buck clamped his mouth shut again quicker than you’d ever seen.

“Mr and Mrs Buckley-” you tried to interject, but Buck shook his head at you, resigning himself to accepting the criticism and insult once again.

You and Chimney shared a confused and helpless look, unsure of what to say or do in this situation but both wanting desperately to say or do something.

The meal continued awkwardly, with snippets of small talk mixed in with the sound of cutlery and eating, and you naively began to think that the worst of it had passed. Donna had just asked what kind of law you specialised in, but by the time you’d finished explaining, it became clear that Mrs Buckley wasn’t done saying her piece from earlier.

“I’m glad Buck’s found someone mature and grown up, surprised, but glad,” she told you cheerfully, their complete lack of awareness at how terribly they talked to their children startling you once again.

“How so?” You asked, voice tight, your protectiveness beginning to boil over. Chimney saw the way you tensed, knowing you well enough to know that things were about to take a turn as he cleared he deliberately cleared his throat, warning you.

“Mom-” Buck tried with no small amount of desperation as Donna took a breath to reply to you, somehow unaware of your tone or expression.

“No no, you know what I mean, good job, good looking, Evan’s lucky he isn’t insecure about dating someone who earns more than him,” she and Steve laughed, but your jaw was clenched so tightly you thought your teeth were going to shatter, “oh don’t get me wrong, he is handsome, but we always said, he’d look much better if he fixed that mark on his face.”

You saw white as she tried to gently touch his face to make her point, looking a little insulted when Buck ducked away from her hand. She was about to make yet another comment when your knife and fork clanged down onto the plate with deliberate force, making her jump and stopping the conversation. Buck took that moment to get up, shoving his chair back and leaving the table.

“Buck!” Maddie called her brother, looking at her parents with disappointment. Donna shot back a questioning look, like she didn’t know what she’d said or done.

“Evan we’re in the middle of dinner-” Steve seemed like he was about to lecture his son on his table manners, but you stopped listening, making a show of throwing your napkin down onto the table and glaring at both his parents before storming off after Buck without another word.

You found him in the bathroom, leaning with his hands on either side of the sink, head hung low and eyes closed. Without a word you went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his back, hugging him as you felt him release a breath, grateful as one of his arms moved to yours.

“I love you,” you told him, tightening your grip to emphasise the point, “they shouldn’t speak to you like that, they don’t have any right to.”

“They always have,” Buck sighed. You hated this, absolutely hated it, and you had just the mind to march back in there and tell Mr and Mrs Buckley just how much you hated it.

“That doesn’t mean they should,” you said with force, trying to convince him that he deserved more as you pulled the hand that was holding yours, getting him to turn around to face you. “Evan Buckley, you’re smart, you’re kind, you’re charming, and you’re ten times the man they could ever imagine, try not to forget that.”

“I not-” he began but you shook your head, not letting him get in a word of self-doubt and insecurity.

“Yes, you are, and even if I have to repeat it over and over, I’m going to keep saying it until you believe it too, okay?” You weren’t actually asking, and he knew that as he met your eyes, reluctantly nodding with a small smile of appreciation.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I wish you could see yourself how I do, how the rest of us do, you’re far too good for them and better than they’ll ever know. I love you.”

“I- I love you too,” he got out, a little choked up by your sentiment as he cleared his throat and blinked a few times. “We er, we should probably get back in there and save Maddie and Chim, huh?”

You laughed, “I’ll try not to stab your parents with my knife, but I can’t say it’s a promise.”

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inawickedlittletown · 2 years

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Serendipity - Buddie Soulmate AU - 2/?

Summary: Soulmate Marks were personal, they were the most personal thing that a person could have. They were the connection to your other half, the thing that linked you so completely to someone in a way that was magical and unexplainable and they were supposed to be yours and your Soulmates and no one else’s.

When Buck's Soulmate Mark is leaked to the world, ruining his plans of meeting his Soulmate organically, he has no idea that fate has him covered.

Meanwhile, Eddie has never watched an episode of Serendipity, but starting the show involves becoming a fan of one Evan Buckley and finding out that the Soulmate he wasn't looking for is a famous actor responsible for his new favorite show.

Notes: Serendipity is defined as: the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Eddie didn’t love dish duty, but he did understand it was the only way he was allowed into the kitchen. And it was the only way he could contribute to meals even if clean up did suck and it was so much worse when a call came in the middle of it or dinner because dishes caked in food for hours were just about the worst thing ever.

Being on dish duty also meant not getting to join the others in their lounge area. Although for some reason, Chimney had turned on some celebrity gossip program on. Eddie supposed that someone got something out of watching that, but he’d never been interested. It infuriated his sisters seeing as they were all stuck back in Texas and Eddie was the one lucky enough to live and work in L.A. None of which meant that Eddie had ever met anyone famous. Or that he even wanted to.

It didn’t take him long to get the dishwasher started and to get onto washing the pot from the pasta Bobby had made for them. Chimney laughed loud enough that it carried towards Eddie. On the tv there was something about that HBO show that everyone was obsessed with. Eddie only knew about it because it was so popular, but he’d never had the time or the interest to actually watch it. Like most parents, Eddie was beholden to what his son wanted to watch and Christopher was currently obsessed with everything Disney.

Eddie was just finishing up with drying the pot when the alarm went off. They didn’t waste a second getting down from the loft by the means of the stairs and the pole to their gear. They were on the ladder truck and out the door in minutes and arrived at the scene of a car accident. Car accidents were always hard for Eddie in a way that most other emergencies weren’t, but for Eddie that meant a short pause and clenching his fist a little on the approach. Compartmentalization was as important as anything else for a first responder. Afterwards, when the emergency was over and they had done everything they could, he could allow himself to think about his late wife. Shannon.

His wife had died a little over a year earlier, hit by a car during a car crash. Eddie had been there on a call, holding her hand as she faded away and left him and their son. In those moments it hadn’t mattered how broken their relationship had been. Everyone had always blamed their lack of Soulmate connection on their problems, and Eddie had always felt offended when that came up and the way it questioned how much they really had loved each other at one point.

“You okay, Eddie?” Hen asked when they were getting back to the station.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good.”

Hen’s hand on his shoulder felt like all the reassurance that he would need until he could see his son. Somedays, Christopher was the only bright light in Eddie’s life, his only reason for continuing to go on. Eddie didn’t think he would ever require anything else.

“Hey, Eddie, we’re having a watching party at my place Sunday,” Chim said when they were getting out of the truck at the station. “You should come.”

“Watching party?”

“Serendipity,” Hen said. “Season finale. Don’t tell me you haven’t been watching.”

“Uh. No,” Eddie said.

“Well, you have to,” Hen said. “I will personally sit you down and make you watch.”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“I’ll help,” Chim said.

“You both know I don’t have time to watch tv shows,” Eddie said. “Especially if it isn’t Chris appropriate.”

Hen tutted and as soon as they had taken off their turn-out gear, she walked with him up the stairs and as soon as they were sitting she shoved her phone at him, pressing play on the video she’d pulled up.

Eddie couldn’t deny that the trailer wasn’t intriguing. Serendipity was about the thing that so many tv-shows and movies had been portraying for just about ever. Soulmates. The twist being that the main character was an immortal being mourning a Soulmate from long ago and living his life entirely devoted to his work as a detective.

“I’m not saying it doesn’t look interesting. I just don’t have the time,” Eddie said.

“It’s literally the most watched thing on tv,” Chim said. “It’s amazing you’ve avoided it this far.”

“Not amazing when you’re a single father,” Eddie said.

Nevertheless, when Eddie got home that night, after checking on Christopher and getting himself some food, he settled in bed with his laptop propped on his chest and the first episode of Serendipity and he was immediately sucked in. He was captivated by the story, by the main character, Henry, who was gruff and impersonal, and even more so by the surrounding cast of characters. One in particular caught his eye, Henry’s closest friend and co-worker, Jasper. There was no telling if he was supposed to be the love interest, but there was no denying that there was chemistry there. Possibilities.

Eddie could see why so many people were watching and why the finale of the current season was so anticipated. The show was equal parts serious and deep but hilarious. Each character was unique and just off of the single episode, Eddie was already sure that he was going to love it.

He had to convince himself not to watch a second episode and actually get some sleep, but the next day, his day off, Eddie took Chris to school and then ignored every one of his chores to sit and watch just a few more episodes. He was captivated in a way that Eddie had never really been before by a tv-show.

Eddie: You were right. Serendipity is amazing.

Chim: 😂😂

Chim: knew you had good taste

Hen: A true masterpiece.

Chim: how many episodes have you watched?

Eddie: I’m on episode 4

It was rare that Eddie ever allowed himself time to do anything that wasn’t productive. In a lot of ways, his whole adult life had always been structured in a way that meant Eddie was always ready to go.

It had started when Shannon told him she was pregnant and Eddie’s whole world stopped. It wasn’t supposed to happen. Back then, Eddie had always known that he and Shannon were just hold overs until they found their Soulmates, but adding a child to the mix had meant that they would always be connected and Eddie did care about Shannon. He loved her. His parents had both been very opposed to them getting married, but it had only felt right. And then, after that, Eddie had realized that as the man, he needed to step up and take care of his new wife and son. Enlisting in the Army had felt like the absolute best course.

Sometimes, Eddie did wonder if that had been the right choice and if things could have been different for him and Shannon if Eddie didn’t leave her on her own with Christopher for the first few years of their son’s life. Deep down, Eddie hadn’t been ready to be a parent, but pragmatically Christopher’s diagnosis had meant they needed not only good insurance but money. Maybe if their Marks had been the same it would have been different and they would have understood each other on a deeper level that made handling it all better, but Eddie would never know.

He did know that he had run first, and then Shannon had taken her turn later. At no point had they been on the same page and then when it finally felt like maybe they could figure it out and make it work if not with each other, then for Christopher, the universe had said “no” and taken her away.

So for Eddie, his life revolved around his son. From being in the Army, to becoming a single parent, everything in his life he did for Chris. He would never forget how a few months after Shannon’s death his mom had made a comment about him being free to find his Soulmate, as if Eddie had any time to put any focus on something like that. The other thing Eddie had no time for was huge cultural things like HBOs most watched tv-show since Game of Thrones.

He watched Serendipity whenever he had the free time to do so, and it was slow going because Eddie really didn’t have much free time, but it almost felt like a treat to get to escape into that world. He hadn’t even finished the first season by the time the third’s season finale aired and all he knew about it was that it had blown everyone’s minds which only made him want to watch everything faster.

“No spoiler talk,” Eddie said as he climbed the stairs at the fire station.

Hen and Chim laughed. They had been teasing him for days with threats of telling him what happened in episodes he hadn’t yet gotten to.

“Someone is a bit paranoid,” Hen said.

Eddie nudged her side as he sat down. Chim glanced back and forth from his phone and them as if he was trying to consider something.

“What?” Hen asked.

“No. Nothing. I was just telling Maddie how we’ve made Eddie into a Serendipity fanboy and how he has a crush on Jasper.”

“I — that is not true at all,” Eddie said even though Jasper was definitely his favorite character.

Jasper being his favorite had everything to do with how much depth there was to him. He was his own unique person and while not a foil for Henry, the main character, he complimented him so well. It didn’t hurt that Jasper was very good looking, but Eddie did not have a crush.

“Everyone has a crush on Jasper,” Hen said. “Karen is obsessed with him and with Buck.”

“It’s not a crush,” Eddie said.

“Maybe not yet,” Hen said. “You haven’t made it to season two yet.”

Eddie groaned. Talking to Hen and Chim always just made him feel like he had to take off an entire weekend just to the binge the show.

Over the next few weeks, Eddie made good progress on Serendipity, finishing up the first season and getting to the big reveal that Jasper not wanting to talk about Soulmate Marks — the very reason he and Henry got on to start — was that he didn’t have one at all. Never had. The emotional reveal and Henry’s surprise on top of everything else going on in the show was some of the best storytelling Eddie had ever experienced. Watching Jasper cry had almost brought Eddie to tears, it had touched something deep inside him.

When Hen saw him on the next shift after that, she seemed to know immediately that he’d made it to season two.

“How’s that crush coming along now?”

The thing about the second season was that Jasper and Henry were closer than ever, that the tension between them grew, and that a show that had once had one main lead was transitioning into having a second. But on top of that was that the plot was getting darker and Henry’s past was coming into focus. And Eddie had to admit that Jasper was looking even better than he had in season one. It didn’t constitute a crush.

“Not a crush. Buck is a good actor is all,” Eddie said.

“Buck is it,” Hen said with an eyebrow.

Eddie wouldn’t admit it to her, but he’d actually gone looking for interviews. At the start it was from the cast as a whole, but then he’d narrowed it to just Evan Buckley, who apparently went mostly by Buck. He was sticking to pre-season two interviews which didn’t give him much, but Eddie was not looking to be spoiled. And there was plenty to take from those interviews like the knowledge that Buck was the kind of guy that didn’t take himself seriously, that he seemed genuine and kind, and that he was just as attractive outside of Jasper. Maybe even more so.

Chris had actually seen Eddie watching interviews and been a bit curious. Interviews seemed safe enough to watch around Chris. Chris wasn’t all that interested with most of them unless something exciting was happening like the one of Evan on Ellen playing a game that wound up with his hair covered in whipped cream. Or a few where it was Evan and his cast mates competing in some way or another. Most of the time, Chris didn’t care at all. But as kids were wont to do, he kept the knowledge that Eddie was constantly watching anything he could find that featured Evan Buckley in the back of his head to bring out at the best possible moment.

That moment turned out to be during a BBQ at Bobby and Athena’s when Evan Buckley’s name came up mid-lunch and Chris chimed in just to say: “Dad watches him all the time.”

“Oh, does he,” Hen said and there was a glint in her eyes that spoke of trouble to come.

“Yup,” Chris said and then got distracted when Denny asked him if he was done eating.

“I’ve watched some interviews,” Eddie told them. “Sue me.”

“And to think he didn’t even want to start watching Serendipity,” Hen said.

“I never said I didn’t want to watch it. I said I didn’t have time. And now I don’t get anything done because I’m hooked on it. The very thing I wanted to avoid.”

It was Karen that pat him on the shoulder. “You’ll fall into a depressive slump once you’ve caught up and there’s no more episodes.”

Eddie didn’t want to think about how in a few weeks he would be finishing up and then waiting with everyone else for the next season. He had no idea how the current season ended, but he did know that it was a big cliffhanger. A part of him wanted to drag it all out so that it wouldn’t be over immediately and yet he knew that if he’d been given the time, he could have sat and binged all the episodes. The only upside to finishing the season was that there would be more Evan Buckley interviews to watch afterwards.

“And poor thing, did you hear about what happened with his Soulmate Mark?” Karen asked.

“Uh, no.”

“It got leaked. Someone posted pictures of it online,” Karen told him. “He disappeared for a while, and no one knows if maybe he found his Soulmate or not.”

“He hasn’t,” Chim said.

“How do you know?” Hen asked.

“Uh, that’s what Maddie said,” Chim said. “Too bad she isn’t here to explain her sources. Anyway, Athena, the potato salad is amazing.”

Chapter Three

#buddie fic #911 fix #buddie #911 on fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my fic #serendipity fic #911 fox #buddie fanfic #soulmate au #actor buck #famous buck

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carocane · 3 years

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never saw fireworks like this

Flufftober Day 4 - Sparklers & Fireworks

@flufftober2021

9-1-1

Eddie Diaz/Evan “Buck” Buckley

Buck looks around his living room with satisfaction. “Yeah, this’ll do” he says to himself with a definitive nod.

The open living space in front of him has been transformed from its usual configuration. The couch and coffee table have been moved out to make room for the large air mattress piled with blankets. The blanket and pillow fort he constructed is perfect. The canopy over it makes it cozy and the small fairy lights give it a soft glow. The goal is for everything to be soft and safe. He hopes it will be perfect for Eddie.

Eddie had cringed when Christopher asked about going to see the 4th of July fireworks show LA would be putting on like they did every year.

Eddie had tried to hide it but Buck knew him too well and of course caught it. He waited until Christopher was out of the room before bringing it up with Eddie. He wanted to make sure he approached this in the right way.

“Hey Eds? Can I ask you something?”

“Sure Buck, you can ask me anything. You know that.”

Buck took a deep breath before continuing. “You don’t really like fireworks, do you?” He asked carefully.

Eddie debated for a moment, eyes down and head ducked, before he lifted his face to his partner and confessed “No, I really don’t. The loud noises and flashing lights bring up the worst memories of my time in the Army. I don’t really like reliving that every year. But it is what it is. Parents do things they don’t like for their kids.”

“We don’t have to go to the fireworks display if you don’t want to, you know.”

“I know, but Christopher really loves them and it makes him happy to go. He’s still at the age where he likes doing stuff like that.”

So, Buck had let it drop but he worked out a plan. One that would allow Christopher to see the fireworks but would take away the worst of the experience for Eddie. He just hopes it will work and they will both like it.

He has no more time to worry about it as the knock sounds at this apartment door. He puts on his best smile and opens it to reveal the Diaz boys dressed in their red, white and blue 4th of July best.

“You guys look great!” he greets enthusiastically, just happy to see them. Eddie looks a bit apprehensive, like he’s still not sure this is the best idea. Buck will just have to convince him, with some help from Christopher of course.

He ushers the boys in and gestures to the living room behind him “Alright, guys, make yourselves comfortable. We have everything we could possibly need for firework watching tonight.”

Eddie looks around the room, taking it all in. The fort takes up most of the room and he has to admit, at least to himself, that Buck did a good job with it. He thinks this might just work.

Eddie turns to Christopher and sees that his son is already halfway across the space, more than ready to dive into the nest of blankets.

Buck has disappeared into the kitchen area so Eddie makes sure Christopher gets settled before heading over to his partner to help bring food and drink into the living room.

“You really didn’t have to do all this, you know.”

“I know. I wanted to. I would do anything for you two.”

The moment hangs heavy between them, the two of them standing close and simply staring at each other. That moment is shattered by Christopher calling for them and they break apart with a jolt.

There’s a few seconds of awkwardness as they shuffle around, grabbing drinks and snacks.

Finally, they have everything they need and make their way to Christopher. It takes another few minutes to get everything set up.

Buck turns on the TV to one of the big firework shows, making sure it’s muted. The sounds of fireworks exploding and patriotic music have been replaced by a special mellow playlist.

No loud noises, no bangs or clashes. Buck is going to make sure nothing triggers Eddie’s worst memories.

Christopher is between them on the air mattress, his attention on the flashing colors. Buck concentrates on him for a long second before his eyes shift up to Eddie. Eddie looks content and relaxed, though there’s still a bit of tension in the line of his shoulders.

Buck knows he will do just about anything to make that tension disappear. He stretches out his arm and gently touches Eddie’s back, being careful not to scare him or make him jump. Eddie gives him a soft smile as Buck lightly massages where he carries the worst of his tension. All his stress seems to drop away at that. He is comfortable and safe here. Eddie feels a surge of affection for his best friend and partner. Part of him can’t believe Buck would do all of this for him. The rest of him knows that’s just how he is. He knows he’s incredibly lucky to have this man in his life.

The colors of the fireworks flash across the screen, illuminating the room and all of their faces. For the first time in years, Eddie is able to just enjoy the show and not worry about how it’s going to affect him. He knows he’s with the most important people in his life and nothing bad is going to happen. There’s no danger here.

They watch the show in silence, the light music still playing in the background.

Eventually they realize Christopher has fallen asleep, likely due to the excitement of the day and the subdued atmosphere of Buck’s apartment. Buck glances up and notices that Eddie is a lot closer than he was just a few minutes ago.

“Thank you for all of this, Buck. It was perfect.”

“I’m glad you liked it. I really wanted you to have a good 4th of July.”

Eddie tilts his head just a bit and presses his lips to Bucks. “That’s not gratitude. That’s just for you being you.” Their lips press together again, and Eddie swears he still sees flashes of color behind his closed eyes. “Now that’s my kind of fireworks.”

“I think I prefer those also. I might need to see them again just to make sure.”

Eddie is more than happy to oblige and they are just as good the second time. And every time after that.

#911 fox #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #flufftober2021

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harringrovetrashrat · 3 years

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The Gobbler II: The Witching Hour

Harringrove Big Bang 2021 is here!!! A huge thanks to @harringrovebigbang for organizing this! Also a huge thanks to my team, @monsdasarah and @catharrington, who did the art and moodboard, respectively.

But without further ado, here we go. The Gobbler II. Time to get cracky.

Steve wasn’t counting the days until the full moon. He wasn’t.

Fine, he was. He was thinking about Billy at pretty much every chance he got. Because, while the blow job had been fucking mind blowing, Billy was… Billy had insisted on them hanging out some, going over rules and such, as well as sharing emergency information should anything happen while Billy wasn’t in control. And Billy was funny. He was smart. He was an asshole.

Check, check, check. Each box for Steve’s Horny/Falling Deeply in Love list had been checked and Steve was struggling. He could deal with Billy being hot, a lot of people were hot, and Steve could get over that. Hell, he’d thought Robin was hot until she very kindly turned him down. But the problem was that Billy wasn’t just hot. Steve liked him. Liked him, liked him. Third grade schoolyard liked him. Because while Billy was snarky and rude and a total dick when he wanted to be, Steve could tell he had a good heart. He saw it in the care Billy took with him regarding everything with The Gobbler. Saw it when Billy mentioned his sister and his eyes softened, even if he called her a shitbird. Hell, Steve watched Billy step over an ant hill instead of on it and his knees went weak.

He was fucked and he knew it.

“I still don’t know,” Robin said, brow furrowed with worry. Steve was finishing up the garlands she needed, weaving together the hay and wheat so flowers could be intertwined safely without fear of them falling out. He sighed and set down the garland before stretching out his fingers.

“Robin--”

“I know, I know,” she said, cutting him off with a sigh as she paced back and forth in the living room while he worked. “But I don’t fucking trust him! And while I’m glad you won’t be traversing the woods--” She cut herself off, eyes narrowing. “You’re both staying inside, yeah? You’re not planning on going looking for it are you?” Steve rolled his eyes.

“We aren’t going to look for The Gobbler in the woods. We won’t even look at the woods.” Steve felt bad, just a bit, when Robin visibly calmed from the reaffirmation, though she did continue to pace. He knew she was just worried about him, but still. He did know what he was doing. Mostly. Enough. Steve stood and wiped off his hands before halting her movements by pulling her into a hug. “I know you’re worried,” he mumbled into her hair. He pulled back, giving her a smile. “But seriously. It’s gonna be okay. I know you don’t trust him, but do you trust me?” Robin scoffed, rolling her eyes a little with a small, fond smile. “Actually, don’t answer that.”

“I was gonna say,” she replied with a smirk. “You don’t exactly have the best track record.” She let out a sigh, enough nervous energy finally leaving her body for her to plop onto the couch. “But I get it. I know you won’t let him do anything you don’t like, but I just… Something is… off.” She shook her head as Steve looked away, choosing to go back to finishing the garland instead of responding. Robin was right, and while Steve wasn’t a bad liar by any means, she knew him too well. Robin looked. She listened. She saw his nervous tics and heard the words he didn’t say. So instead, he said nothing and finished the garland as she checked through her notebook and made sure everything was accounted for.

By the time Steve finished, Robin was done packing up the rest of her things.

“Hope tonight goes well,” Steve said, giving her another quick, firm hug as they stood in the doorway. He pulled back, grinning wide. “Say hi to Heather for me,” he said sweetly, getting a shove from Robin as her face turned red.

“Oh my god,” she groaned. “Shut up!” Still, she smiled, and gave Steve a softer, more playful shove. “Have a good night. Don’t stink up the house with your boy fumes.” Steve snorted and shook his head.

“Billy and I both smell great, thank you.” Robin rolled her eyes and headed out, hopping onto her bike and waving one last time as she rode off. Steve waved until he could no longer see her, sighing happily as he went back in the house. It was only a moment however before he kicked it into overdrive. Steve ran to the living room, shoving everything away. He wanted things to be clean and ready, anything breakable moved out of the way. He had no idea how the night was going to pan out, no idea if Billy would even go for him again. How did the curse even work? Would he need a different dick every month? Would their plan even work?

Steve decided that he didn’t care. That they would figure it out. That he would figure this out, no matter what. Billy acted cool and unbothered, but it was obvious that this curse made him… Unhappy wasn’t the right word, but neither was disgusted. Uncomfortable, maybe? Steve could work it out later; right now, he needed to focus on getting the house Gobbler proofed.

Steve was up and out of his seat in record time when he heard the doorbell ring. He had to stop himself in the entryway and take a few deep breaths. It was probably weird how excited he was. How much he wanted this. But, Steve had a crush, a big one, and he was known to have poor judgement when he was into someone. Steve ran his hand through his hair before finally opening the door.

“I was wondering if you were gonna stand there forever or let me in,” Billy joked as he stepped into the house and brushed Steve’s shoulder with his. Steve flushed as he remembered the stained glass window in the front door, where Billy probably saw him run up and stop. He swallowed his embarrassment and followed Billy to the living room. While he had been over a few times, they usually had met up at Billy’s place. Robin’s distrust of Billy made him nervous, put him on edge, so he didn’t like coming to Steve’s often. Which sucked. But today Billy was here. He was here and he was standing in Steve’s living room, looking around with a small smile. “You and Buckley decorate like fucking grandmas,” he said, turning to give Steve a teasing smile, tongue caught between his teeth. It made Steve’s heart stutter.

Yeah, he was royally fucked. This was probably the worst idea he’d ever had.

He was still gonna do it.

“You should do an open mic, really, with all those zingers,” Steve replied. Billy cackled and Steve smirked back. “C’mon. We can come back down here to order pizza and put on something, but I, uh,” he faltered, turning a little red. “I figure you can put your bag in my room?” His nerves made it sound like a question, but he wasn’t the only one feeling a little funny about it, since Billy also went red. He blushed down his neck and Steve wondered how far down it went. To his collarbone? His nips? Steve cleared his throat and gestured to the stairs, leading Billy up silently.

“It’s a nice house,” Billy said quietly, breaking through the tension. “Grandma accents aside.” Steve snorted and opened the door to his room, suddenly anxious for Billy to like it. He had plants on plants, pots on every shelf, every nook, every cranny. Herbs lined his window sill, along with a few succulents. Steve loved plants. Loved the energy they brought. His parents had hated how he had loved to be in the dirt, to feel the magic of earth and nurse it, keep it thriving and strong. They were white magic users, full of spectacle and grace. Steve, well, wasn’t.

The rest of his room was somewhat bland, lots of greens and blues, the wood of his bed frame and desk a nice light brown. Billy looked around, eyes a little wide, setting his bag on Steve’s made bed. His room was cluttered, but organized, and Billy seemed amused at all the little knick knacks Steve had.

“Wow,” Billy breathed. “I don’t know why but I expected more plaid.”

“I don’t know whether to take offense to that or not,” Steve replied with a grin. Billy shrugged, his smile easy going.

“Your choice.” Billy went to the window, looking out at the garden in the backyard. “I’m gonna assume you’re the one who did the garden too?” Steve joined him by the window, looking down.

“Kind of. I do a lot of the gardening, but Robin helps a lot. We like to have native species of plants, and I hate nettles, so she’s the one who deals with them.” It was nice, talking to Billy. He seemed genuinely curious to know Steve and he hadn’t had anyone this interested in him since school, when he still reaped the benefits that came from his last name.

“Native species?” Billy asked, turning to Steve.

“Oh, I could go on for hours, you don’t want--” Steve began, face flushing.

“Dude,” Billy said, huffing slightly as he turned to face Steve more. “I like hearing what you have to say, okay? You don’t gotta censor yourself for me.” And there it was. The soft nougaty bit of Billy Hargrove that made Steve feel soft and squishy and seen.

“Well, why don’t we order the pizza and then we can talk?” Steve asked. He wanted to get out of his room before he shoved Billy onto the bed here and now. Steve had an inkling that Billy felt the same, but he was incredibly nervous that he was just reading too much into the situation. So instead of facing his feelings like an adult, Steve turned and headed downstairs, hearing Billy’s heavier footsteps behind him. He grabbed the phone out of the cradle, punching in the phone number for the best pizza place in town. “What do you like on your pizza?”

“Pineapple and onion. I can do ham or no ham.” Billy said it casually, like he hadn’t just spouted out the most disgusting combo Steve had ever heard.

“Oh, dude, I dunno. That’s crossing a damn line--” Steve began, aghast at the idea of pineapple on pizza, much less paired with onion.

“It’s good!” Billy protested with a pout. “Listen, order a medium one and then whatever your dainty tastebuds want. You’re gonna try it and I know you’re gonna like it.” Steve gave him a blank look, unimpressed and unconvinced. Billy just crossed his arms and raised a brow, tilting his head. Steve sighed and when Benny picked up the phone, he ordered.

When the pizzas arrived (pineapple and onion for Billy, while Steve got the olives and green peppers), Billy sat Steve down on the couch, handed him a slice, and sat on the coffee table, staring intently. Steve eyed the pizza, then Billy, then the pizza again.

“Trust me,” Billy said. “It’s good.” Steve sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically before daintily going in for a bite. “That’s a fucking nibble, get some of all of it, asshole.” Steve shot Billy an exasperated look, but he did take a real bite. And… Fuck. That smug asshole was right. The acidity and tart sweetness of the pineapple paired well with the sweet onion and the acidity of the tomato sauce. It was savory and sweet, with some good crunch, and Steve couldn’t help his surprised groan, staring at the pizza in shock. Billy made a choked noise and Steve looked at him, eyes wide.

“It is good,” Steve replied, taking another bite. Billy’s face was flushed, but Steve didn’t pay much attention, snarfing up his slice quickly.

“Told you,” Billy said, grin wide and proud. “It’s good shit. I know my food, dude.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said through his mouthful of pizza. “You win this one, Blue.” At that, Billy paused, giving Steve a confused but curious look.

“Blue?” Steve blushed and realized he’d never actually said that nickname out loud before. Not in real life, at least.

“Yeah, uh, like your uh, your eyes,” Steve stammered out. Billy looked at him, silent, looking torn about something. Finally, his face settled and he snorted, shaking his head.

“Should I call you Brown?” Billy asked, snatching up a slice for himself. Steve fake gagged.

“Oh god no, please don’t.”

“Sure thing, Brown Eyes.”

“Billy, I literally said--”

“You said not to call you Brown. This is different.” Steve groaned while Billy smirked around the string of cheese connecting his lips to the pizza. They continued to joke around while they ate, Billy flinging the olives off his slices, like they had personally offended him. Eventually though, it was starting to get dark. Steve could see the tension and stress building inside Billy as the night went forward, inching closer and closer to the peak of the moon.

“Do you know when it’ll happen?” Steve asked. The pizza boxes had been broken down and put into the compost bin, all the leftovers wrapped in foil and put away. The sun had set and the only light in the house was from the multiple lamps Steve had. Billy had been subdued for the last hour, getting lost in his head. Steve knew because he did the same thing. “Just, like, is it a set time or does it depend on the season?”

“9 PM,” Billy replied softly, his earlier mirth replaced with concern and anxiety. “You don’t have to do this. You really don’t.” They’d had this talk multiple times, but Steve could see the weight on Billy’s shoulders. He knew how it felt to feel like a burden, so he reached out and took Billy’s hand.

“Maybe we met in some weird ways, but you’re my friend.” Billy looked at him, eyes shining a bit. “I wanna help you with this, and if we have a way to keep you inside and distracted all night? Why wouldn’t we?”

“But--”

“You aren’t forcing me into anything, Billy. This is a choice I am making. Clear headed and sure.” Billy visibly relaxed, sagging a little. Steve kept hold of Billy’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “You wanna go up to my room?” Billy went red at that, flushing down his neck again.

“Yeah.” They walked up in relative silence, tension creeping again, but this time it was different. Steve felt electricity on his skin, felt heat curl in his belly. Billy sat on the edge of Steve’s bed, already looking out of it. “You can strip and leave your clothes on the dresser if you want,” Steve suggested. Billy just nodded, standing up. He stripped slowly, turning his back to Steve like they weren’t about to have sex. Still, Steve let Billy have his privacy. He did catch a glimpse of Billy’s ass, toned and tight, and he licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry and sticky.

“Thank you,” Billy whispered, and if it hadn’t been so quiet in the room, Steve wasn’t sure he would have heard him. Steve nodded, reaching behind him to find Billy’s hand and squeeze. There was a sharp intake of breath and a squeeze back. Looking back at the clock on his nightstand it said 8:59. Steve very suddenly was hit with the vivid memory of his torn jeans last time, and he scrambled to get out of his clothes.

“Shit!” Steve hissed. “God damn it!” He was nearly tripping out of his pants when he heard a low growl start from behind him. He paused, hairs standing on end in anticipation. He knew it was Billy but there was something so different about the timber of the noise. Steve turned to look behind him and Billy was standing there, head hung, hair gone limp, staring at Steve from under his brow. It sent a shiver through Steve, right to his dick. “Hey there,” he said, voice shaky. The Gobbler staggered forward, looking out of depth in these surroundings.

“Schm...eat…?” Steve let out a puff of breath, nervous laughter bubbling in his throat.

“Schmeat,” Steve replied with a nod. It was like flipping a switch. One moment, he was Billy, nervous and and ansty, the next, he was The Gobbler. It showed in the way he seemed to have a singular drive, a singular purpose. The way he heard Steve’s confirmation and everything else seemed to leave The Gobbler’s mind except getting Steve laid out. Strong arms hoisted him up and Steve let out a small squeak of air. “The bed! Put me on the bed!” He said, since The Gobbler was eyeing the window. He landed on the mattress with an oof, looking up as The Gobbler crawled on top of him. It was quick, a blink and he was above Steve.

“Schmeat. Hole.” Steve’s brows shot up.

“Hole? I thought you just sucked?” Did Billy-- The Gobbler wanna fuck him? Like, he definitely wasn’t against that, but he thought Billy had mentioned it was more an oral craving that anything else. The Gobbler growled again, moving down to nose at Steve’s balls. “Oh, shit,” Steve gasped. That was fast. He could feel drool dripping onto his groin and, while he was already getting hard, the process went a little quicker at the feeling.

“Hole,” The Gobbler repeated, more insistent this time.

“Okay?” Steve replied, because he really didn’t--

And then he was suddenly flipped over, face down, ass up, with his cheeks spread, saliva dripping down his crack.

“Oh,” Steve gasped. That’s what he meant. The warm spit cooled in the air of the room, sending a shudder up Steve’s spine. He grunted, arching his back a little. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed out. It ended in a choked off stutter when he felt a wet, hot tongue drag itself over his hole. He could feel the rumble as The Gobbler growled once again, this one less aggressive and more lustful. “That all big guy?” Steve teased, honestly a little desperate to feel more. “C’mon, go at--” Steve cried out when he felt lips against his hole, sucking the skin. “Ohmygodohmygod,” Steve chanted, suddenly painfully erect. He hadn’t been expecting that at all and holy shit did it feel good.

Steve’s reactions were paid no mind as The Gobbler pressed his face into Steve’s ass, a low moan rumbling from his chest. He was salivating, spit already dribbling down Steve’s taint to his balls. He sucked at Steve’s hole, leaving a hickey just to the right of it. Steve keened, dick already starting to leak. Apparently, they weren’t wasting any time today. The Gobbler slurped up his drool, lapping at Steve’s hole, which was already starting to look red and puffy. Steve gripped the sheets, holding on for the ride as The Gobbler’s tongue started making long broad strokes up his crack. Each lick was hot and wet and left Steve shaking. He could feel sweat beading at his temples and on his back. There was a grunt and Steve’s hips were shifted, ass tilted up more. The sting of the burn from the mustache grazing across his skin paired so perfectly with the soft velvet of the tongue soothing over it. Steve’s mind was already fogging over, eyes going a little hazy.

“Shit,” he murmured into his pillow, each stroke of the tongue pulling tiny gasps and moans from him. The sounds alone drove him wild and Steve wished he could grab his dick and stroke, but honestly he had no idea if he would be allowed. Wondered too if he could cum just from this. It was looking quite likely. Especially as The Gobbler started wiggling his tongue inside him, licking into his hole desperately. Steve was loosening up, but apparently it wasn’t enough, seeing as there was a whine from behind him and a nose pushing even harder into his crack. The wiggling was teasing and light, a steady pressure that was driving Steve a little mad. He pushed back, a whimper escaping his lips and fuck, there. He could feel the tongue wiggle in just a little farther as he pushed back, getting another moan from behind him. “Yeah, yeah, fuck,” Steve moaned, starting to steadily roll his hips back against The Gobbler’s face. The hands on his cheeks gripped a little tighter, maybe even enough to bruise. Steve selfishly hoped so.

The Gobbler began to fuck Steve with his tongue, each thrust opening Steve up more and more. He could feel spit dribbling down his crack, down his balls, dripping onto the sheets. His dick was hard, so fucking hard, and Steve tilted his head to look down. There were tiny globs and strings of pre coming from his cock, leaving a small growing stain on the sheets as well. Steve was definitely gonna have to do some laundry after this.

With harsh, heavy breaths, The Gobbler finally pulled back. Already Steve had a poor sense of time, and with his brain steadily melting into a pile of warm, blissed out goo, he had no idea how long The Gobbler had been eating his ass. Like it was his last meal and he was a starving man. Steve couldn’t help the desperate whine that escaped his throat, or the way his ass pushed back, seeking that hot tongue. He jerked when there was cool air blown onto his hole. The Gobbler switched between blowing on the cooling spit dripping down Steve’s taint and his now red and loose asshole. It made Steve shake, made his thighs tremble as sounds were pulled out from deep inside his chest ah, ah, ah. It had him gritting his teeth and clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white. Teeth grazed along the meat of his ass, gently nipping at the skin and making Steve jerk forward with each light sting of teeth. The Gobbler started to suck, marking up Steve’s ass with his mouth like he didn’t know any other way to do it.

Not that Steve was complaining. Like, at all. His ass was probably gonna give him plenty of trouble tomorrow, but he couldn’t find the energy to care. Not when this felt so good. He gasped, sweat dripping down his face and onto the pillow below him as The Gobbler dove in again. Steve’s hands twisted in the sheets, moans practically leaking from his throat at the tongue wiggling it’s way into his asshole again. He was so loose, and just from his tongue. Even the thought made him shudder as more precome leaked from his dick, adding to the stain already spreading on the sheets. When The Gobbler pulled away for air, Steve could feel his asshole flutter, desperate for something to fill it again. He actually yelled when suddenly there was a finger pushing into him. It paused, hesitant, and Steve pushed back against it, hips moving as he fucked himself. A glob of spit slid down his crack and the finger pushed it inside him.

“Oh god,” Steve cried out, feeling his balls start to tighten. “Oh god, oh god, oh god--” And suddenly a hand clamped around the base of his dick, keeping him from cumming. Steve whined, loud and long, starting to turn over and push himself up.

“Mine!” The Gobbler snarled and pressed against his back, pushing him down into the mattress. Steve inhaled sharply as his finger shoved in farther, curling it up as he pulled it out.

“Fuck!” Steve screamed, unable to cum but feeling so fucking desperate. “B-Billy! Please!” He didn’t even really register that he’d called him Billy. Didn’t feel the desperation in the way the second finger pushed in, a little early. But Steve just made a low sound of pleasure, relishing in the burn of the stretch. It was the perfect amount to accentuate the pleasure without overpowering it.

The Gobbler panted into Steve’s ear and he could feel the drool dripping down onto the junction of his neck and shoulder. It shouldn’t have been so hot. Steve shuddered, feeling The Gobbler’s erection grazing against his ass cheek. He wanted it at least between his cheeks if it wasn’t gonna go inside. But The Gobbler didn’t even seem concerned with his own erection, just with touching Steve. He mouthed at Steve’s neck and between his shoulder blades, fingering Steve slowly. The tenderness of the kisses and the changed pace altered the feeling completely, and suddenly it was intimate. The pads of The Gobbler’s fingers massaged his prostate and Steve’s back arched. His hair was nearly wet with sweat, the whole room reeking of musk and sex. Goosebumps pebbled his skin as a shock went through him, the world focused to the sheets below him and Billy, The Gobbler, pressed up close behind him. The Gobbler took his fingers out slowly, pulling back. Steve whined, arm reaching out behind him. But instead, hands grabbed his hips and helped turn him over.

Hair splayed out around him, sheets mussed and wrinkled from being twisted and wrenched tight in his fists, Steve lay there, gazing up at The Gobbler. He hovered above him, hair draping down and shadowing his face. Still, his eyes shone bright, staring into Steve’s so intensely it made his dick leak. It was angry and red, throbbing as it bobbed, nothing giving him enough satisfaction to come. The Gobbler grinned, ducking down to suck one of Steve’s nipples into his mouth. Steve arched into it, hand gripping the back of his head. The Gobbler groaned, low and rumbling, hips rolling and his hard cock smeared pre along the vee of Steve’s hips. Steve was mush. Utter mush. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed as The Gobbler went down, down, down and finally took Steve’s aching dick into his mouth. With one hard, wet suck, The Gobbler’s head bobbing only one time, Steve came with a shout that stuttered into silence. He came so hard his vision went white for a second. The Gobbler swallowed around him, drool mixed with jizz leaking from the corners of his mouth as he humped the sheets, fast and ruthless. Steve’s toes curled and his legs spasmed, knees tightening around The Gobbler’s ribs.

There was a loud slurp and a smack as The Gobbler pulled off Steve’s dick, letting it flop onto his groin, wet, shiny and softening. He swallowed audibly, letting out a moan as he came into the sheets, damp with sweat and drool. Steve watched him through half lidded eyes, watching as Billy blinked away the remains of The Gobbler. Steve smiled as his favorite pair of blue eyes turned to him, staring at him in awe. He wasn’t sure what other emotions he was seeing; he was too tired to discern much.

“You have got one hell of a tongue,” Steve slurred out. Billy continued to stare at him, eyes wide.

“You… You said my name,” he stammered out. Steve blinked at him, honestly drained and finding it hard to figure out just what Billy meant. And then, as sleep overtook him, it clicked. Fuck.

Steve woke up with a jolt and a sharp inhale. He blinked, looking out his window where the sky was still dark. He sat up, already starting to feel how sore his ass was. Billy must have gone ham on the biting and stubble rubbing, because he felt kinda raw. A good raw though, something that made him smile a bit at each tiny twing.

Then Steve remembered that he had actually shown his whole ass by moaning Billy’s name and a chill went down his spine. Billy wasn’t in the room, wasn’t on the bed, but Steve saw that his jeans were still on the floor, and it made him relax a bit. He got up, tossing on an old shirt and some sweats, before making his way downstairs quietly. The clock read 4:45, so Steve had definitely conked out deeply after he came. Billy wasn’t in the kitchen, but when Steve went into the living room, he saw Billy sitting by the window in the large armchair. He was resting his chin on his fist, just staring at the forest behind the house, lost in his thoughts. He had a glass of water on the table next to him, and didn’t look upset, so Steve took that as a good sign to start. He was quiet as he walked closer, pausing when Billy sighed heavily.

“I can hear you thinking from there, Steve,” Billy said quietly, without any heat.

“Sorry,” Steve replied on reflex. He sat down on the couch, watching as Billy continued to gaze out the window. “I--”

“Why did you say my name,” Billy asked, voice quiet and unsure. Steve looked down at his hands, pulling and tugging at each other as he wrung them together. He didn’t know quite what to say. It would have been weird to call out Gobbler, but he knew what Billy meant. In fact, was kinda shocked he even remembered.

“I… I mean, it won’t change my answer either way, and I don’t mean it as like-- Fuck,” Steve grumbled, rubbing his forehead with his hand. “How do you remember that? I thought--”

“I get… Bits. Not everything. I’m able to remember small things and feelings and small clips, but mostly it’s hazy. I can’t piece it all together. But,” Billy took a breath, deep and bracing. “I didn’t imagine that part, did I?” His voice was calm and unannoyed, but Steve still felt his stomach wriggling around inside him.

“No. You didn’t. I… Billy, I’m selfish,” Steve began, words coming out on a shaky breath. But this needed to be said. And he needed to apologize. “The first time this happened I mean… I hadn’t gotten laid in ages and you were hot and so it worked out. But this… time I--”

“Steve--” Billy said, voice laced with hurt and curiosity.

“Please,” Steve got out, cutting Billy off. “Let me. Let me say it all and then we can. We can talk.” Steve sniffed, rubbing his sweaty palms on his thighs. “This past month getting to know you has been so incredible. You’re a smart guy, just enough of an asshole, and you… You listen to me. And you care. The first thing you were concerned about last month was me, even though you’re under a spell forced to do a bunch of weird shit! Me! You were concerned about me!” Steve could feel Billy watching him, but eye contact would make his throat close up and maybe make him vomit, so he kept them at the table. “I know we don’t know each other super well -- I mean, it’s only been a month -- but I… You’re an interesting person and I fucking like you. I like you so much, Billy. All of you. Seriously.” Steve let out a long breath, closing his eyes to focus on getting the lump in his throat small enough that he could talk. “You need someone to help you and I… I’m too selfish to say no, even though I should because you--”

“Fucking christ, Steve,” Billy said, voice closer than it should be. Steve’s head snapped up and Billy was across the coffee table, leaning forward and bracing himself as he gazed at Steve. He didn’t look mad, didn’t look annoyed. Looked more fond than anything else and Steve felt his stomach do flips that were more along the neutral vein than flips that felt like he was about to start weeping. “You gotta let me get a word in.” Steve looked away again, apology ready to tumble from his lips, but Billy’s hand came and tilted his chin up, making him lose all ability to form thoughts, much less words. “Just to, yanno, condense all that, you said my name because you… you wanted it to be me?” Steve nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up. But when Billy smiled, relieved and excited and hopeful… It was so bright and overwhelming, Steve’s heart started fluttering, all of his insides squirming in joy and delight. “I’ve been so fucking worried. Because I really thought you were just… Humoring me. That this was you feeling like you maybe had to, or just to get some dick while you could--”

“I would never--” Steve began, horrified at the idea of using this against Billy.

“I know,” Billy replied gently, brushing his thumb over Steve’s cheekbone. “I know. It’s happened enough before I was worried I was being swayed into some false sense of security, but,” Billy let out a huffy laugh, smile going soft, “But this is just you. You’re just like this.”

“Like what?” Steve asked, unable to raise his voice above a whisper as he looked at Billy. Took in everything about him in the soft light of the moon. There was a shift in the air, something beautiful and new coming into fruition. Magic fluttered around them, Steve could feel it, bright and eager. It made the house feel warmer, feel fuller, and Steve’s breaths started coming in a little heavier. It took more energy to pull it in, but it was filling and exciting, making his skin tingle and thrum. His fingers itched to run over Billy’s skin. Which, come to think of it, he could do.

“Kind. Good. Silly.” Billy listed, pupils dilating as he moved around the coffee table, hand never leaving Steve’s face. Steve was grateful, unsure he could handle the feeling of loss if Billy had stopped touching him. As Billy sat, Steve’s hand came to settle at the small of Billy’s back, fire sparking in his gut and heart as their skin touched. Billy’s breath came in shaky, stuttering, and Steve leaned closer, their foreheads touching. “When you’re as hot as I am,” and some of the tensions eased at that, a snort escaping Steve before he could stop it, the magic shifting from something waiting for a spark to something more grounded. The feeling of hearth and home. “Yeah yeah,” Billy replied with a grin, “I know, I know. But really. People… Don’t see the person behind the abs.” It was silly, but Steve understood what he meant. Understood the struggle of people not just being blind to the person inside the body, but refusing to look beyond what they saw. “So thank you. For not being like everyone else.” Billy kissed him then and--

Steve was a witch, had been born into magic and felt it thrumming inside him. He’d been open to magic all his life, had felt the shift in magic during the change of the seasons, had done spells that had filled the room with power. Steve had seen amazing feats and more, but this kiss sent something through him. Something strong and vibrant and like nothing he’d ever felt. A crashing wave of signals and comments from the Earth and the magic within. He was overwhelmed with everything that coursed through him from the chaste kiss, hand pressing Billy closer as he tilted his head, mouth opening slowly. The kiss wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t hot and heavy. But it made Steve’s skin prickle with goosebumps, made his heart race and his lungs squeeze. He pressed closer, feeling Billy’s hand drop from his cheek to his shoulder, thumb brushing over his collar bone. It was a languid kiss, drawn out between a drag of the tongue, a light bite, the shared breaths between them.

When Billy finally pulled back, Steve knew his cheeks were flushed and he was panting just a little. It would have been embarrassing if Billy wasn’t also blushing, all the way down to his chest.

“I think,” Steve said, trying to catch his breath. “I think that we should go on a real date.” Billy’s laugh was bright in response, his head falling to rest at the junction of Steve’s neck and shoulder.

“Of course,” he breathed out. “Of course that’s what you’d say first.” Before Steve could even pretend to be offended, Billy kissed his neck, soft and sweet, his mustache dragging along Steve’s skin just a bit. “I’d love that. I’d love that a lot. But maybe we should get some sleep first, Brown Eyes.” Steve could feel the energy draining out of Billy now that the air had been cleared, and sleep started to tug at him as well. Even as he rolled his eyes at Billy’s simple nickname. However, he would have been lying had he said it didn’t thrill him and make his insides flutter.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Steve said in agreement. They moved together, hands still grabbing gently at each other, both of them unable to separate for long, if at all. It was like the truth had magnetized them and they just couldn’t fight the need to connect. They fell into the bed, smiling and warm and excited, ready for what this change would do for them.

As much as Steve wanted a languid morning filled with slow kisses and gentle touches in the lazy morning sun, Billy had places to be. Specifically, helping his sister Max.

“She’s moving in with her boyfriend, finally,” Billy replied when Steve asked, mouth full of egg and toast. It should have been gross, but Steve only found it endearing. “I won’t say I think it’s their best idea, but they’re at least keeping separate rooms. I know Max needs her own space.” Steve nodded, using the corner of his toast to burst the yolk of his fried egg.

“It’s good of you to help out,” Steve said, dipping his toast into the yolk as he cut through the egg with the edge of his fork.

“More like it’s required because I missed helping her move into her last place. Not like I was fucking sick or anything.” He set down his fork, plate already clean, before downing the coffee in the mug before him. “Sorry to eat and go, I would really rather stay here and--”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Steve said with a chuckle. He was also eager to talk more about them, but promises made were promises kept. “We have plenty of time, yeah? I mean, you can always come back here later,” Steve purred, thrilling a bit when Billy’s cheeks flushed.

“Don’t tempt me or I won’t leave,” Billy said, standing and leaning down to cup Steve’s cheek, kissing him lightly.

“That a promise?” They were distracted by the door opening, separating slowly. Robin came in as Billy was leaving the kitchen, both of them awkwardly giving the other space while pretending they weren’t doing just that. “How’d it go?”

“We’ll see this winter,” Robin replied, snatching the last bit of his egg between her fingers and quickly shoving it into her mouth.

“Hey!”

“Snooze you lose, dingus,” she said with a grin. “Last night go...okay? Anything happen?” She searched his eyes for any hint of deception and, for once, Steve wasn’t really worried about what she’d find.

“Kind of?” Steve said, mouth tugging into a smile. Robin furrowed her brow. “Nothing bad, seriously, all good things.”

“Steve?” Billy asked, knocking on the door frame. Steve stood and went over, leaning in close. “I gotta head out, but I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Sounds good, Blue,” Steve replied. Billy just smiled, eyes darting to Robin for a moment before he ducked in for a kiss.

“Catch ya later, Brown Eyes,” Billy replied as he headed out the door. Steve rolle dhis eyes, but really couldn’t help the smile on his face. Billy left with a wave and wink, disappearing into his car, and leaving Steve feeling smitten on the doorstep. He watched Billy’s car go, jumping when Robin’s voice came from right behind him.

“So that’s what happened, huh?” She asked, voice lightly amused. Steve blushed and shut the door, turning to give her a sheepish look.

“I did say it wasn’t bad.” When Robin didn’t reply with a quip, Steve paused, smile freezing on his face. “Rob?”

“I’m happy for you, Steve, really, I am,” she said, and Steve could hear the ‘but…’ coming from a mile away. “But I still think you need to be careful.”

“Robin, please--”

“It’s not about me trusting him this time.” Steve looked up at that, curious. “It’s because… Steve. I’ve only seen you this smitten with one other person in my life, and that was Nancy.” That. That made Steve freeze. He’d loved Nancy fiercely, too fiercely, and had been utterly smashed when she’d broken it off. Had been depressed for months. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Oh.” Steve wasn’t sure how to respond. Because he didn’t think he was that attached yet. Even if the idea of never talking to Billy again made it hard to breathe and made his lungs tighten and made his eyes water--

Oh fuck, Steve thought.

#stranger things #steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #harringrove big bang 2021 #crack #fluff #some angst i guess #gotta get it all in there #lemon #like if u don't like it sour this will not be for u lmao #harringrove

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bisexualbuck · 2 years

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👀 (babes I’ll take any fandom you got 💖)

i was thinking about what i could send and then i remembered this lmao my failed attempt at a big bang!! in this one buck is transported to a like a parallel universe or something where daniel never died and his life is.. well let's just say it's Very Different

“Sir, you can’t be here. The area is being evacuated.”

The man waves his hand, unconcerned by the gaping hole in the ground just a few feet from them. He looks at Buck with something Buck can’t place, it’s not exactly curiosity, neither could it be called expectation.

If pushed, he’d call it hunger.

But that’s not quite right either.

“You looked like an interesting fella to strike up a conversation with,” the man drawls – his accent is hard to place. “I got curious, you see.”

For reasons unknown, Buck feels the need to run away or at least cut the conversation short. There is something unsettling about the stranger, uncanny even.

“Listen sir,” Buck tries again, as firm as he can. “You really can’t stay here.”

“Why? Is it dangerous?”

His voice sings with unfreed laughter and Buck fights the urge to squirm under it. Some people are like that when faced with catastrophes. They refuse to accept the worst could happen to them until it does, and sometimes even then they continue to fight it.

“We don’t know how wide the sinkhole will get–”

“It won’t get any wider,” the man cuts with unshakable confidence, “but fine, I’ll go. On one condition, answer me this one question and I’ll get out of your pretty hair.”

Buck sighs, resigned. “What is it?”

The man smiles a huge Cheshire smile.

“If you could change one thing about your life – anything, no matter how big or small – what would it be?”

Buck wants to brush off the stranger. This conversation is pointless and he needs to hurry up before they’re called to another scene. Plus, it doesn’t do anyone any good to ponder on impossibilities.

And yet, Buck is rooted where he stands.

The man’s eyes are too bright and piercing and Buck can’t look away.

“I’d want my brother to have lived,” he blurts out without thinking but as the words leave his lips, he knows this is the right answer.

Daniel’s life was robbed too soon, he had no chance to become someone before Death came knocking and took his future from him, and his death left a permanent scar on Maddie and their parents that they pretended was not there for years and years.

It’s selfish too. If Daniel had not died, then Philip and Margaret Buckley would have had no reason not to stand the sight of their youngest child.

The stranger nods and closes his eyes, his face morphing into one of amused contentment like he knew the answer all along. When he opens his eyes again, his gaze sends terrible chills down Buck’s spine.

“Then it may be so,” he declares, a smile hanging off at his mouth that’s not threatening but isn’t warm either.

There is a joke being played here but Buck isn’t meant to be laughing.

[send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of some writing that i never got around to finishing this year]

#thank you for the ask!!!!#god i wrote so much for this #like almost 10k #i should finish this one day #mutuals tag #answered #ask game

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constantly-queerbaited · 3 years

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Free Falling

[I decided to write a Buddie alt-ending about what would've happened if Buck did get shot climbing up the crane. This is my first Buddie fanfic so I apologise in advanced if it's not that good. I hope you enjoy it, though!]

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Sometimes the world speaks for people to hear, but no one listens until it's too late.

Eddie could feel Ana press her smooth lips to his forehead. He could hear her voice--almost melodic--speak words. He could see her dark hair as it curtained his face. He could taste the coolness of the mint gum she was chewing earlier on her mouth. He could smell her perfume--floral and a little too strong.

His five senses screamed Ana. But his mind did not. His soul did not. His heart did not.

"I'm going to head out. Do you want me to turn on the TV before I leave?" she asked, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

"Just the news is fine."

Ana gave him a small smile as she changed the channel and walked towards the door of the hospital room.

"See you later, Edmundo."

Eddie's response was merely a nod as he turned his gaze to the TV. The weather for the next week flashed on the screen.

*Clear skies in LA for the next week or two*

Clear skies? Eddie grabbed the pen and paper at the bedside table where he had scribbled his to-do list onto it.

1. Take meds

2. FaceTime Christopher

3. Schedule physical therapy

4. Call Bobby about new shifts

And at the bottom:

5. Tell Buck about the will

A smile spread over Eddie's face as he thought about all the ways he would tell Buck. He could do it before discharging. But if the weatherman was right, maybe he could invite Buck for a picnic at the park with Christopher. They would sit in the middle of the grassy area…though Buck would probably argue that the shady spot under the tree was better. But if Christopher gave Buck his big puppy-dog eyes, Buck would give in instantly. And maybe they would bring Buck's skateboarding contraption and go around the park until they were all sweating and laughing. But before they left, as the sun went down, Eddie would tell him.

Eddie would tell him about all of the near-death experiences of the past. He would tell him that Buck was the only one he trusted with his son. That Buck's genuine kindness and perseverance and love and passion for his son was what drove Eddie to call his lawyer and ask for his will to be changed. Eddie would watch as Buck stared at him in disbelief and confusion but also excitement and honor. At that goofy grin Buck gave him when he was flustered or shocked. He would stare at Buck's blue eyes that matched the sky until Christopher broke their silence.

Maybe after that, Eddie would invite Buck over. After everyone was clean, they would order pizza from their favorite restaurant and play video games. Then Buck would read Christopher a bedtime story and even though Eddie said only one, Buck would give in yet again and read a second one. Then they would both tuck Christopher in, close the door, and go back to the living room.

Buck and Eddie would down a beer or two and maybe amidst their tipsiness, Eddie would stare into Buck's eyes again. Maybe they would move closer to each other on the couch until their foreheads touched.

Eddie closed his eyes. He could feel the taut muscle of Buck's chest against his. He could hear both of their heavy breathing and that scoff that slipped from Buck's mouth. He could see all of the little scars that Buck had obtained over the years, at that birthmark over his eye, at the fullness of Buck's lips. He could taste the alcohol but also the sweetness as their lips grazed over each other. He could smell Buck's cologne--earthy and clean and grounding. Not too strong. Never too strong. And when they were a mess of limbs and clothing, Eddie would run his hands through Buck's curls until they fell asleep.

No, he couldn't think like this. What about Ana?

Eddie thought of what Carla had said. He thought of his own words. Of Ana's. Of Buck's.

It's easier being with her.

Why was it easier? Was it because it was easier to take Ana home to his parents than explain why he fell in love with a man? Was it because it was easier to imagine that Ana was like the woman he lost to his own mistakes? Was it easier because Christopher loved Ana?

The news reporter's voice snapped him out of his daydream.

*Firefighter from the 118 climbs industrial crane to rescue man, despite the threat of an active shooter*

Eddie let out a scoff. What rational person would risk their life to climb up a crane unprotected when there was a sniper nearby? But as he pondered it more, he suddenly came to a realization.

Buck. Buck would.

As if the news camera read his mind, a camera view zoomed in to the firefighter climbing up the ladder. Rope around his shoulder and determination in his eyes, Evan Buckley panned into view. Despite being pumped with morphine and drugs, the wound on Eddie's shoulder throbbed at the sight.

*Firefighter Buckley disobeyed direct orders from his captain and is now scaling the crane*

The crack of a sniper cut through the air and ricocheted off of the metal beam of the crane.

"BUCK!" Eddie shouted.

The firefighter only paused for a second before continuing his ascent.

"Buck! Stop! Go back down!"

But Eddie wasn't there. Eddie was staring at his partner through the TV screen as he continued to climb. Buck reached the top of the crane and made his way towards the injured worker. The helicopter's camera was too far for Eddie to see any details. He couldn't see the proud smile Buck probably had as he began working on the man and then lowering him down. He couldn't see the look of shock as the bullet finally hit its target. He couldn't see the expression of acceptance as Buck stumbled back on impact, but there was no longer a ground beneath his feet.

Eddie could see a figure falling from so many stories up. Eddie could see the frantic eyes of Bobby and Hen and Chimney as they tried to figure out what they could use to cushion the fall. But he was too far. They would never make it in time. Eddie could see figure disappear between the buildings and the paramedics rushing to the scene. He could see the headline that replaced the previous one.

*Firefighter Buckley dead at 29, sacrificed life to save construction worker*

Eddie could feel his heart shatter into millions of fragments. Eddie could hear the heart monitor speed up as sobs filled the air. Eddie could see his vision cloud with tears. Eddie could taste only saltiness. Eddie could smell blood from where he had bitten the inside of his cheek in frustration and stress and anger and sorrow.

The penned words of his to-do list blurring together as tears fell upon them. He would have to change his will again. He would have to tell Christopher that "his Buck" wasn't coming home. Ever. He would have to go back to work and have a new partner. He would have to endure the pain that tugged at his heart every time he passed Buck's apartment or saw Buck's family.

And the worst of all?

He would have to live the rest of his life without Evan Buckley.

#buddie #911 #911onfox #ship #evanbuckley #eddiediaz #christopherdiaz #anaflores #chimney #bobby #hen #love #angst #altending #hurt/nocomfort #fanfiction

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i was fully living in peace and harmony and then it came to my attention that there are people on this planet that are out here making the case that taylor kelly saying "this is my childhood trauma not yours." is somehow the equivalent of her throwing buck's childhood trauma in his face.

seeing as taylor kelly didn't make an appearance in s4 until three episodes after the buckley parents came to town and buck found out i'm not sure that it would have come up. i'd argue that buck saying "i too understand a complicated family dynamic that's hard to put into words." later in the episode implies that it hasn't, though i can concede you could make the opposite point from the same line of dialogue. and even if taylor did know her line is more along the lines of this is my problem, i don't want to pull you into this, so buck showing up in oklahoma is him saying your problems are my problems and i'm here for you if you need me.

i've said this before and i will keep saying it. you do not need to like bucktaylor. but the way EVERY interaction they have is framed in the worst light possible continues to baffle and confound me esp given the fact that no other dynamic on the show is like this.

other characters get it occasionally [ chimney in how he reacted to buck has routinely been viewed only through this bad faith lens, the selective way the fandom calls out the blackout arc for copaganda when copaganda has been baked into the premise of the show since the pilot ]

it really doesn't require paragraphs to justify not liking bucktaylor or taylor kelly. in fact if you stopped writing paragraphs it would seem more normal.

#monte has thoughts #911 #911 meta #911 discourse #taylor kelly #evan buckley

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So... I was kinda disappointed with Buck Begins... NOT ENTIRELY. Just...

Major spoilers ahead. You should definitely watch the episode before reading my complaints... because I have a lot of them, and you shouldn't have the negative thoughts going into it...

But I'm gonna start with the good stuff.

The Buckley Siblings are everything to me. I love their relationship, and watching Buck grow up with Maddie protecting him? *chef's kiss* Perfection.

Buck being a daredevil because it was the only time that he got positive attention from his parents as a child? Absolutely heartbreaking and I hate his parents for *so much* for that.

Maddie doing whatever she could to help her baby brother, even when she was terrified and probably knew how bad it was going to get? I love her with my whole heart.

And I absolutely love the way they highlighted their relationship and how important Maddie is to Buck.

The moment when the team comes in to help Buck and save him and the other person? Cinematic excellence, I applaud them for that scene. His team loves him and will always have his back, and he *knows* that now.

And now for my grievances and where I think they missed the target...

It focused on Maddie too much for a "Buck Begins" episode. I get that she's a huge part of his life and that she would be in the childhood flashbacks, but even once Buck was out on his own, all we got to see were the postcards (with handwriting that did not look At All like Buck's handwriting, might I add) and the one scene of Buck bartending in Peru where he decided to move to LA and become a firefighter.

We already basically got a Maddie Begins episode, when Doug came back and kidnapped her. I didn't need another one. (I love Maddie and I loved the flashbacks, but... it just should have focused more on Buck. It was his episode, after all.)

We should have gotten to actually *see* what Buck did with his life before he made it to LA. They could have shown Maddie receiving a postcard, then done a montage with a shot of Buck writing one of the postcards. That montage focused more on Maddie than it did on Buck, which kind of frustrated me.

And then in present day? They made such a big deal about the family secret, and it just fizzled out. Like it didn't matter anymore. And I honestly don't see them doing much more with it, unless (God forbid) in a later season the Madney baby gets leukemia or something and Buck is a perfect match to save his niece. (Actually I could see them doing that and I would definitely cry. That would maybe give them a pass with this plot thread.)

Then with the factory fire? Idk, it didn't feel intense enough for me. NOT that I wanted Buck to horribly suffer more, but... Eddie being buried alive in his episode was So Much More Intense. Chimney's episode happened while he was literally bleeding nearly to death. I was hoping for more.

And maybe it has something to do with the lack of reaction from the entire team when the building exploded. Not only did we not see Eddie panic, even briefly, about Buck being trapped, we didn't see Bobby or Chimney of Hen panic either! Bobby sees Buck as a son, this is basically canon now. And Chimney and Hen see him as their little brother.

The exploding ladder truck and the tsunami both felt way more intense for Buck than the factory fire in this episode.

And then to top it off, NOBODY GAVE BUCK A HUG AFTER THR FACTORY FIRE! And Eddie and Chimney weren't even there by the ambulance! Like, what the fuck? Yes, Bobby, Athena, and Hen told him what he needed to hear, but they all should have been there! Supporting him! Where were they???

Also, they missed the perfect opportunity to casually make Buck canonically bisexual. Instead of meeting a girl who taught him how to surf, he could have met a guy. Then things didn't work out, just like they didn't with the girl.

UGH, these writers! They're either *really* amazing or *really* miss the important stuff... there was so much potential, and they just wasted it!

Anyway, enough of my ranting. I did enjoy the episode, but it was definitely not the best Begins episode in my opinion.

What are your thoughts? I clearly have too many.

-Quarantine Anon

So I just finished watching. Spoilers beneath the cut

So here’s what I knew going into this- everyone was going wild with theories and ideas and great fics of what was going to play out. Which is great. But I do think it got hyped up because of that.

The flashbacks to the Buckley childhood hurt so much. Margaret seemed to take it out on Evan so much because in her eyes- he failed her by not saving Daniel. BEGONE, Margaret! You can’t put that on your child if your own plan was to use the child to save a sibling and then deem him not deserving of love because of nature and genetics. But Maddie and Buck? I love a pair of siblings while being in agony over the hells they’ve walked through.

The use of ‘So Far’ and the team helping him? Poetic cinema. I felt so many emotions and had a bit of a cry.

I actually liked the postcards. I think if they had gone to film all of what he did, it would have gotten jammed packed. The bartender was stated in canon, so that felt worthy of a flashback (and oh wow, that was not the revelation I needed that I try to know cool things to impress cute people. Buck is not straight, I don’t care what anyone says). Plus, with Covid-19, I bet there would be some filming issues. Also, it felt the ups and downs in Buck’s postcards paralleled Maddie’s injuries from Doug. They were both lost thinking they were living, except they weren’t. It was all about survival. And the worst part is that sometimes, you will lull yourself into a sense that survival=living when that’s not the case. That’s what happened to the Buckleys I think.

We don’t know what’s to come, but the family secret might come up again in therapy. Which they better freaking continue and not drop like the Flash did.

On the factory fire- I think we hyped it up more than we expected. Eddie Begins and Chimney Begins were really serious episodes with their lives on the line. And I think about Buck talking about giving up after he gets out. He wasn’t going into this fire with a clear head. I think he saw himself as the replacement baby still who couldn’t ever live up, who couldn’t do things right. He wouldn’t leave despite ordered because that was showing Saleh he didn’t matter. To Buck, he did. He gets being left behind and in those situations, you’d rather someone else be happier and fine while you take the impact. Like the world would keep turning and everyone would be fine (eventually) after you left it.

The ladder truck and tsunami were physical pain. The factory fire was emotional pain. (which reminds me, I need to make a post about the element symbolism in Begins episodes)

If we didn’t see a hug in the episode, then we write the fic for it. Missing scenes can be created ;) Not to mention they’ve all still got work to get done on the scene. After events like that, I think everyone needed time to process it.

I get bisexual vibes off Buck big time in this episode. And I think there is repression and closeting that comes into play here. Your parents are constantly disappointed in you, so why disappoint them further? Bury it down deep and deeper who you really are. It was the attention-seeking that would work out for him. Also, bisexuality is more than one. You identify as bi and your partner uses she/her? Bi. Partner uses he/his? BI. Partner uses them/they? Still bi. (Also, how much do we know about the postcards he wrote. Maybe he didn’t give her the full story. There’s only so much room in a postcard and she was the one person in the world who still believed in him. Was he afraid to disappoint her?)

Overall, I did enjoy the episode. Eddie Begins always holds a special place in my heart as the first ever episode of 911 I saw enough of to get me interested in the show. The thing is that I can’t pit the Begins episodes against each other. They all show a journey in some way.

Hopefully this was coherant enough and I’m sorry for my little bisexual rant.

#anon #ask box #quarantine anon #911 #911 spoilers #evan buckley #maddie buckley #buckley siblings

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