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henryhengli · 3 months ago

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Working It Out (Part 2)

Author's Note: Part 2 is here! Please refer to Part 1 for the details about this project. Also because I forgot to mention it in Part 1, the title of this work comes from the ML Buch song of the same name. Stream Suntub. Enjoy!

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Part 2: Trapped

Tommy had enough of flying for one night. He had been on air support for hours while the teams on the ground worked to finally contain the fire. He was exhausted, like all of them were. Flying had been his joy, his zen in an otherwise hectic and lonely world - now, it had lost a little of its luster.

Get me out of this damn thing.

He brought the chopper down smoothly, landing on the makeshift runway they had set up on the perimeter. The operation was too far from Harbor and there were too many vehicles involved to head all the way back for refueling. Once he was back on the ground, he stepped out into the chilly night, tugging off his helmet to reveal sweat-soaked, matted curls. He ran his fingers through his hair, closed his eyes, and took a long, deep breath of the first fresh air he had tasted all night. He squatted down, resting his elbows on his knees, heaving a bit.

I don’t remember the last time I was so tired.

He pulled himself up and started to head back to the supply trucks. As he did, he could hear commotion by the building’s entrance. He recognized the voices, so he got closer to investigate.

“You son of a bitch!”

It was Howie, screaming into Gerrard’s face, both of them on the ground. Howie had his hands on Gerrard’s collar - clearly he had tackled him to the ground.

What did Gerrard do this time? Fucking asshole.

The nearby personnel had formed a circle around them, some watching in disgust and some in delight. Hen had jumped in to try to split them up.

“He’s not worth it, Chim! Get off him before you get yourself fired!”

Gerrard’s eyes were wide, in a show of terror Tommy hadn’t seen from him before. He was strewn out, not even attempting to fight back. It wasn’t a brawl, it was an ambush, and Chim had won decisively before a fight had even started. Tommy looked around the crowd, looking for Evan. If Chim and Hen are here, then he can’t be far behind.

“I am not letting anyone else I love die! You hear me?”

Howie had a rage in his eyes that deeply unsettled Tommy.

“We are going back in there, and we are getting him out!”

Howie wasn’t letting up. He jostled Gerrard’s collar, the back of his head hitting the asphalt. Gerrard yelped in pain, closing his eyes and trying to stabilize his neck with his hand.

“Get off him!” Hen finally gave in and wrapped both arms around Howie and pulled. He resisted, refusing to let go, until Tommy gathered the strength to rush in and assist. The two of them pulled Howie away, his teeth bared and his eyes red, as another firefighter helped Gerrard to his feet and gave his head a look.

“You’re done, Han! Consider yourself suspended!” Gerrard shouted limply as he was turned away towards a nearby ambulance. The rest of the crowd looked on in acknowledgement, knowing that regardless of their feelings towards Gerrard, the punishment was more than warranted. They quickly dispersed, and Hen and Tommy dragged Howie off to the side.

“Catch your breath.” Hen’s tone was sharp, cold.

“I’m not sorry.” Howie was still coming down off the adrenaline.

“I’m not telling you to be sorry, I’m telling you to catch your breath.” She glanced at Tommy, her eyebrows furrowed. “Thank you for the help.” She turned back towards Howie, giving him a once-over to see if he had injured himself during his display.

“Of course.” Tommy said quietly. He felt out of place.

“Where’s Evan?”

Buck eased himself down the elevator shaft best he could, given the circumstances. He gently pushed off the side of the shaft, letting loose a small length of rope each time. He could hear the rumbling of the still-collapsing building above him gradually getting quieter the further he went.

Probably a good sign.

Above him he heard a ripping sound.

Definitely a bad sign.

He glanced up for a moment, just in time to hear a loud pop and to see the length of rope above him come tumbling down. He fell fast, trying his best to lift his legs up and land on his ass. He hit the ground with a painful crunch.

Something is definitely sprained, he thought, groaning in pain.

Luckily, the fall had only been a few feet, though it was enough to be terribly painful to Buck’s already-aching body. He huffed a few breaths, putting his arms behind him and pulling his legs up to stabilize himself. With a heave, he got back onto his feet. Blinking through the shock of his sudden fall, he took in his surroundings - the bottom offices, copiers and printers strewn about, clearly out of date. The only source of light was Buck’s flashlight. Feeling along the walls, he tried to find a corner to orient himself around. Leaning himself against the walls, he panned the flashlight over the room, looking for a vent. As far as he could tell, no smoke had made it down here, so it must be ventilated to the outside. Buck decided that his cursory glance was good enough, and he pulled his helmet and mask off. Buck coughed.

The air is stale in here.

He pulled a glove off, flexing the fingers as they stung with soreness. He wiped his face. Looking back at his hand, he noted a mixture of ash and tears. He sank to the floor, ditching the other glove so he could hold his head in his hands. He sobbed, the tears flowing freely in a way they hadn’t for weeks. He couldn’t hold them anymore.

I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t think anymore. I can’t-

More rumbling from overhead. A plume of dust, followed by a crash of plaster and chewed metal came down the empty shaft. It wouldn’t be safe to try and climb back up anytime soon, if ever.

Buck closed his eyes hard, turning away, retreating into himself, as a pathetic whine left his throat.

I shouldn’t be here. I can’t be here. How did I let this happen?

He was starting to spiral, his breathing rapid and shallow. He ran his hands through his hair, trying in vain to self-soothe.

I wish Bobby was here.

Buck grinded his teeth together, desperately trying to hold the torrent of feeling back.

Fucking Bobby. How could you leave this all to me?

“I’m sorry.” Buck said out loud, sniffling. “I don’t mean what I’m thinking.”

Yes you do. Liar. Can’t even be honest with ghosts.

Buck refused to open his eyes, as if he was hiding behind his eyelids. He sighed. “I promise I don’t mean it.” His voice cracked on the final word. Buck hadn’t been alone like this since Bobby died. Every waking moment had been spent around his family, around their grief. When he wasn’t working, he was at Maddie and Chims’, afraid of what might happen if he spent the night alone. He was miserable being around all of them so much, but it was familiar, compared to the unknown depths of his own emotions. But here, in this decrepit basement, he had nowhere to run. No one to cling to, no one to shoulder as a means of escaping his own mind.

It’s eating me alive, Bobby. Being there for everyone. I- I’m starting to hate them. I can’t handle them anymore. I can’t do it anymore.

“I’m sorry, Bobby. I can’t do what you asked.” Buck looked down at the floor, feeling despondent for a moment. Suddenly, he was overcome. He bared his teeth and clenched his fists.

“Fuck you, Bobby! How could you say you loved me and leave me like this! Tell me I have to bear the burden of these people’s feelings! What about my feelings? Who’s looking out for me? Not those selfish hyenas, taking my comfort for granted. How could you leave me when I still need you?” He sank back down, tears in his eyes, and guilt in his stomach.

“You were the father I never had, Bobby.” He looked up towards the ceiling. “There was so much you were supposed to be here for. You were supposed to see it all! You and Athena were supposed to grow old together! You were supposed to be Grandpa Bobby…You were supposed to be there when I built a family, when I made captain, when everything goes wrong, to tell me it’ll be okay and that I’ll be strong…”

How could you make us bury you so soon?

Buck’s eyelids drooped, his body lacking the energy to sustain such high emotions for long.

“I’m sorry, Bobby, but that’s the truth. It’ll take me- it’ll take me a while to forgive you.” Tears streaked silently down Buck’s face.

I need to get out of here. Buck was pulled back to reality for a moment. He was still trapped in the basement of a burned-out power station. He still had a job to do, no matter how much he resented it. He stood up, supporting himself with a hand on either wall. Looking down at his belt, he palmed for his radio. His first order of business was letting them know he was still marginally alive down here. He held it out from his face, the harsh light of the flashlight obscuring the buttons. He clicked the transceiver.

“This is firefighter Evan Buckley with the 118. Can anyone hear me? Does anyone copy?” He let a moment pass, with no response. “I repeat, this is firefighter Evan Buckley with the 118. I’m trapped below the site. Does anyone copy?” Still nothing. Buck shook the thing in frustration. As he did, part of the back casing flew off, apparently already having been dislodged. Peering inside, the battery looked shot to hell.

I must’ve landed on it when I fell down the shaft.

Buck stared blankly at the wrecked radio.

“Fuck me, this is not happening.” His brow furrowed and tears started to poke at his eyes as he repeatedly attempted to force the controls to respond to no avail. He paced around the floor, holding up the radio to various areas of the ceiling before the futility of the operation fully dawned on him.

“I’m sorry, Bobby. I guess I failed you,” he mumbled weakly. He tumbled to the ground, finding an open spot of wall to lean himself against. Closing his eyes, he let exhaustion take him.

“So, he’s still in there, and Gerrard denied a rescue op?” Tommy had his arms crossed, his tone sharp.

“He told us that we couldn’t go in without a sign of life. We-“ Hen glanced around the room nervously. “We haven’t heard anything since we got separated. His comms are quiet.”

“I assume you’ve been trying to reach him.” Tommy said, brow furrowed in frustration.

“Obviously.” Hen was curt, a scowl forming on her face.

Tommy softened his expression.

“Sorry, I’m not mad at you two, I’m just…”

Gerrard’s a bastard.

“Gerrard’s a bastard. We know,” Howie chimed in. He had cooled off from his spat earlier. Mostly, anyway. Tommy was still shaken- he had never seen Howie get mad like that before Bobby died.

Please be safe, Evan.

These past few weeks had been some of the hardest of Tommy’s life. He had dropped everything when Evan had called him that night, risked his career when he absconded with a chopper to help the 118, and he had been happy to do it.

It’s the least I could do for what I put him through.

That’s what he had thought that night. Finally he could make use of his skills, the one area of his life he was confident in, to help Evan, and help Howie. He’d done what he could that night, but-

He closed his eyes, the image of Evan, collapsed in the hallway of the lab, burned into his retinas. It was all he had been thinking about for weeks. Tommy was grieving, Bobby was his captain too, after all, and although he didn’t have the relationship the rest of them had had, he still respected and loved Bobby in his own way; but selfishly, his mind was occupied by Evan. Staring at that monitor, Tommy had felt a pain he never knew he was capable of experiencing. He knew something was different in that moment, that he had been changed by something and would never be the same again. He’d wanted to break down the doors, tear his way through the sea of security personnel that would’ve kept him away from his Evan-

But I was too much of a coward.

He didn’t know where he stood in the weeks that followed. He was floating, disconnected from the ground at his feet and the people around him, unsure if he was wanted or intruding on their lives. Howie had asked him to participate in the funeral procession, and he had been grateful that at least one person had reached out to let him know he shouldn’t completely fade into the background. No matter how badly he wanted to.

You were a member of his team, once upon a time. You should be there.

Thank you, Howard, I appreciate it.

Save it. I’m doing this for Bobby, what he would’ve wanted. He’s a lot more forgiving than me.

The words had stung, but Tommy couldn’t refute them. He didn’t deserve a place in the 118’s family, not after what he did to Evan.

The worst mistake of my life. And I made it twice.

So he had hung around the periphery, trying to keep an eye on him. Trying not to feel guilty for still feeling responsible for Evan, after everything.

He doesn’t want your help.

Tommy swallowed, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.

“We have to help him.” He looked at Hen and Howie, determined. “If we can’t go in on foot, we’ll run an air op. The roof of the building is gone, the fire is out, and the smoke will be blown over by morning. I’ll fly the chopper overhead and do an airlift.”

Hen and Howie shared a glance. They looked uncertain.

“You want to be involved with this?” Howie said, arms crossed.

“Of course I do.”

“You’re expecting us to trust you after you kicked his heart in the ass?”

Hen turned towards Tommy, her expression firm. “Tommy always comes through.” She looked down at the ground. “At least, as far as air operations go.”

They were right. And Tommy knew it. He knew his strengths, and he was all too aware of his weaknesses.

Howie scoffed. “Fine.” He turned around and started off in a huff. “This is why they’re going to make you captain.” He gave Hen a pat on the shoulder.

“Wait.” Tommy looked at the two of them. “I’m not asking you to trust me, but I-” His voice began to falter. “I have to be there for Evan. I have to be there, because I-” Tears began to stream down his face.

“Because you love him.” Hen finished his thought, a kind look on her face, eyebrows pointed down in sympathy. Tommy nodded softly, bringing his fist up to his mouth, trying to hold in a sob. Howie turned around, his steely composure softening. He put his hands on his hips.

“If all this has taught me anything, it’s that you aren’t promised anything. You can do this for Buck, you can be there for him when he needs you, but if you make any promises you can’t keep, you’ll have to live with that.” Howie sighed. “I want you to help us get him out of there, it’s afterwards that concerns me.”

“You have a choice to make here, Tommy. Is this relationship about heroics, about swooping in and saving the day? Or is it about sharing your lives together? Sharing all of it. Even the worst parts, even the most terrifying parts. That’s what love is about.” Hen had made her point.

“I’m not going to run away again.”

Buck had no idea how long he had been out. He had been jolted awake suddenly by the sound of sparks flying somewhere. More debris had been falling, the basement ceiling now looking a little weak. Buck had to get out of there. He just had to summon the strength. Across the room, a brief flash of light startled him out of his haze. It hadn’t come from his flashlight, which was off at his side.

Electricity. Guess if the battery in your radio fails, you could be caught in a worse place than a power plant.

He could barely stand, but Buck managed to ease himself off the floor and head in the direction of the light. By some kind of freak luck, errant debris falling down the elevator had managed to chip off a portion of the wall behind what must have been an outlet.

Was that you, Bobby? Never could give me an easy out.

He pulled out his radio, turning it over to look at the battery. He put his gloves back on to protect his fingers as he ripped it out and chucked it behind him, leaving the empty power supply connectors exposed. He could get some juice in this thing, Buck was sure of it.

All those YouTube tutorials are finally paying off.

Being extra careful not to accidentally shock himself, he managed to pull out the wires from the wall and rig it as best he could to keep the radio in place and powered. It hummed to life, green indicator flashing letting him know he was successful in his efforts. Clicking the transciever, he repeated his message.

“This is firefighter Evan Buckley with the 118. Does anyone copy?” A moment went by. He repeated himself, his earlier despair preparing to rear its head again. In the static, he heard something.

“We copy! We copy! We hear you loud and clear!” The voice sounded elated, whoever it was. Buck had expected to hear Chim or Hen, or even Gerrard. He was caught off guard. But the voice wasn’t unfamiliar. It reminded him of someone from his past life.

“Tommy?”

“Hey, Evan.”

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radashes · 1 year ago

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Book recommendations with 'Powerful Male Lead X sweet soft Female lead' dynamic

You know how some readers are into those Cold ML X Soft FML dark romance stories? Well, count me in! I have some recommendations for you. Please let me know if you have any recommendations as well.

Let's get into characters.

Male lead: I'm all about those tales where the guy's got this intense, possessive streak, loaded with cash and power. He's got this whole vibe, this aura that screams power. Everyone's shaking in their boots around him. But here's the twist: he's icy to everyone except for this one girl.

Female lead: She's the complete opposite—soft, sweet, not into playing the tough card. And you know what? I'm not into it when she tries those cringey, embarrassing stunts to outsmart him. No thanks. I'm more into the submissive kink, where she's polite but definitely not stupid. Smart, knows when to use her brain.

It's like this delicate balance between power and innocence, dominance and submission. Alright, for all my fellow readers of the "Cold Powerful Male Lead X Sweet Female Lead" trope:

When She Unravels by Gabrielle Sands (My favourite female lead. Mafia romances can feel repetitive/overdone. This felt fresh and different to me. The plot was interesting and I enjoyed Vale. She’s exactly how I like my fmc in a Mafia romance. Sure, she was a caged princess but she had a backbone and stood up for herself.)

The Mafia And His Angel series by Lylah James (Mafia X Runway fml ends up working as maiden in his house)

Hooked by Emily McIntire (Club owner X Enemy's daughter. Female lead was surely sweet)

Stolen Heir by Sophie Lark

Stolen Beauty by T.O. Smith

Broken Whispers (Perfectly Imperfect, #2) by Neva Altaj (This Russian mob is addicting and devilishly good. Age gap. Single Dad. “Touch her and I’ll kill you.” Damaged, unloveable hero and a mute heroine.)

Hidden Truths (Perfectly Imperfect #3) by Neva Altaj

Stolen Touches (Perfectly Imperfect, #5) by Neva Altaj

Burned Dreams (Perfectly Imperfect, #7) by Neva Altaj

Silent Lies (Perfectly Imperfect, #8) by Neva Altaj

Darkest Sins (Perfectly Imperfect, #9) by Neva Altaj (Female lead is the most understanding character. She stumbles upon a stranger with a gunshot wound and saves his life, thinking she'll never see him again. He stalks her for months, then cuts his forearm open just so he can have a reason to go talk to her again.)

Tempted by the Devil (Kings of Mafia #1) by Michelle Heard

Craving Danger (Kings Of Mafia #2) by Michelle Heard

Hunted by a Shadow (Kings of Mafia #3) by Michelle Heard

Beauty and the Assassin by Nadia Lee

An Improper Deal (Elliot and Annabelle #1) by Nadia Lee

The Darkest Temptation (Made, #3) by Danielle Lori

The Maddest Obsession (Made, #2) by Danielle Lori

Twist Me: The Complete Trilogy by Anna Zaires

Once You're Mine duet by Morgan Bridges

The Sordid Duet (Sordid, #1-2) by Nikki Sloane

The Annihilator (Dark Verse, #5) by RuNyx (It's somehow little bit like Hunting Adeline. I'll admit this was different, but the similarities.. Shadow man, Roses, Stalking, Human trafficking, Heterochromia. It just feels TOO similar.. Granted, this was way lessss dark compared to Hunting Adeline.)

The Finisher (Dark Verse, #4) by RuNyx

The Predator (Dark Verse, #1) by RuNyx

Beautifully Cruel #1 by JT Geissinger

Lorenzo by Sadie Kincaid

His Pretty Little Burden by Nicci Harris

Deadly Vows by Haley Stuart

Captured by a Sinner (Sinners, #5) by Michelle Heard

Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners, #3) by Michelle Heard

That's all that's on my mind right now. I'll add more later if anything else pops up. And, if you've got any recommendations for books with that "Cold Powerful Male Lead X Sweet Female Lead" vibe, hit me up!

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ourpickwickclub · 1 year ago

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I was just about to send in an ask regarding Cavalli! I know that they're a popular designer/brand, but it's funny that they just designed a custom look for Gwen's Coachella set & here comes ML wearing the brand too. She & her stylist crack me up because their attempts to mimic G always pale in comparison. The funny part is that Gwen is a runway exclusive that was most likely sent to them by the brand, but ML is wearing off the rack. 😂😂😂 p.s. the creative director of Roberto Cavalli (Fausto Puglisi) adores Gwen and wrote the sweetest post after her Coachella set. https://www.instagram.com/p/C6HTLXDKldr/?igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Thank you!

- B

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aliaskeefh · 1 month ago

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raomarketingpro · 8 months ago

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