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favefandomimagines · 1 year

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Baby on Board (e.b)

Summary: you find out your pregnant with Buck’s baby and have no idea how to tell him or how he will react.

AN: IM BAAAAACK (one time thing) you can thank 911 for that because we all know i have a soft spot for Evan Buckley

It felt like the world became one big blur. Everything around you seemingly fell out of focus as you stared down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. A mixture of fear, nerves and excitement settled into your stomach.

In any other instant, you’d be ecstatic. If you were following your life plan correctly, you’d be married and have a steady job before getting pregnant.

But you weren’t following your life plan at all. You were in a steady relationship for a few years but you didn’t know if marriage was in the cards yet. You didn’t know how Buck felt about marriage. You definitely didn’t know how he was going to feel about a baby. How were you supposed to tell him?

You thought a baby would for sure ruin whatever plans Buck had. You were terrified of his reaction. You loved Buck more than anything and of course you wanted a family with him. But was it too soon?

In a wave of panic, you grabbed your purse and your keys and left the apartment. You had no idea where to go at first, all of your friends were Buck’s friends.

Eddie was always nice to you and you were closer to him than anyone else. You had hoped he wouldn’t be angry or upset that you were putting him in this situation but you needed advice.

The only reason you knew Eddie was home was because him and Buck were on alternating schedules. Eddie worked overnight and Buck worked during the day.

When Eddie opened the door, he was surprised to see you standing on his porch with tears in your eyes. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Eddie asked, grabbing hold of your hand entry and brought you inside.

“I need your help, actually. Well, more like advice.” You spoke. “What’s going on?” Eddie questioned. “I’m pregnant. Obviously it’s Buck’s but how am I supposed to tell him? We haven’t talked about kids yet, hell we haven’t even talked about marriage that much. I just, I don’t know what to do.” You explained, the tears falling.

Eddie took you in his arms and hugged you tightly, mainly just to calm you down. “First, take some breaths. You’re going to be okay. Second, I think Buck is going to be ecstatic.” He said. “But what if-“ you started before Eddie cut you off. “No buts. Sure it’s not the most conventional way to have a baby, but I hear how Buck talks about you. He talks about like you’re the center of the universe. Technically, you are, at least to him,” Eddie started.

“Buck loves you. There is nothing that would make him not love you. And he was born to be a dad and you’re going to give him that.” He finished. You sniffled and wiped the tears from your face.

“What if you’re wrong?” You whispered. “Hey, you came here for a reason. You know I’m not wrong.” He said. “How did Shannon tell you? If you don’t mind me asking.” You asked. “She knew I was enlisting. So she just said it, didn’t want to wait any longer. Especially if I didn’t make it home.” He answered.

You nodded your head slightly and let out a sigh of relief. “I’m scared.” You said. “You are one of the strongest people I know. You can do this.” Eddie said.

You thanked him again, very grateful you went to him other than someone else. Now all you had to do was wait.

—

Buck was due to be home any minute and you just finished making him his favorite breakfast; waffles, bacon, eggs sunny side up. He’d know something was up because the last time you made him that breakfast was when you told him you loved him for the first time.

“Honey, I’m home.” He teased, entering the home. “Hey, how was your shift?” You asked. “Good, just run of the mill stuff. What’s with the breakfast?” Buck asked.

You were quiet for a moment, that being enough for Buck to see something was up. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?” He asked, approaching you. “I need to tell you something. Something really important.” You said.

“Okay. You’re kind of freaking me out though.” Buck replied with a small laugh.

“I’m pregnant, Buck.” You finally said. At first, the room was quiet and you feared the worst.

The voice in the back of your head said he was going to run out the door and you’ll never see him again.

“You’re pregnant?” He questioned. “I’m sorry.” You said. “No, no, why are you sorry? Don’t be sorry, not for this.” Buck said. You looked up at him and saw the way his eyes lit up and the smile on his face. “You aren’t mad?” You questioned.

“Of course I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you.” Buck said, taking your hand. “I-I know this isn’t the best way for us to start a family but-“ You started. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He interrupted, pulling you into an embrace.

Buck held you for a moment, feeling like everything was falling into place for him. For so long he felt like he was at a standstill. That there was no real progress happening in his life.

But now, he was going to be a dad.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He said sweetly to you. “I love you too.” You replied. Buck leaned in and kissed you sweetly before pulling you into his arms.

“Does anyone else know?” Buck asked. “I-I panicked when I found out and I didn’t know how you’d react so I went to Eddie. So only him.” You said.

Buck smiled widely at you, holding you close. “We’re having a baby.” He said. “Yeah, we’re having a baby.” You replied.

The rest of the night, all Buck could talk about was baby names, if it was going to be a boy or a girl, buying a house. Everything was all falling into place for the both of you.

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redocity · 13 days

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Hey, if you’re looking for more buck requests I’d love something where he’s dating the reader and it’s going well but before they get chance to meet the team they get in an accident or their building catches fire or something and buck ends up rescuing her and hen and Eddie work on her etc and then after when they’re okay she’s just like when I said I wanted to meet the team this is not what I meant. Thank you so much if you decide to write this 💕

WORKOUT — E.BUCKLEY

going to the gym when LA was due for a flash flood was not the best idea on your part, but at least you got to meet the people that buck called family

WARNINGS: established relationship, flooding, corpse mention, minor character injury

evan buckley x gn!reader || fluff || 4.0k || requests open!!

a/n: is this the best thing i’ve ever written? no. but i hope it suffices nonetheless 🫶

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Who knew joining a new boxing gym of all things would land you a boyfriend.

A tall, blond, handsome boyfriend who could probably bench press you like it was his warm up.

He could probably bench press your dad like it was a warm up.

You like to think it’s an act of divine intervention, an apology from the gods for making you move across the country by yourself with nothing but yourself to make things work.

The least you deserved was the absolute perfection that was Evan Buckley to make it a little less taxing.

Granted, the way you met was less than perfect, you managing to put your gloves on backwards, get them stuck on your hands and then have to ask for help getting them off whilst internally wanting to jump off a cliff from the embarrassment.

He was nice enough though, making lighthearted jokes about the situation as he helped you take off, and then put back on your gloves in the correct way.

To be honest you’re not sure you can remember most of that first conversation you had, definitely too focused on the muscles in his arms as the overhead lighting emphasised the definition of his biceps and shadowed the curves in his collarbone as they peeked out from underneath the tank top he was wearing.

That aspect of your dynamic never changed, and even as he started to approach you first so that you could pair up to spar with each other you still found yourself taking the time to admire his physique whenever the moment arose.

You found out within a few weeks that it was because he was a firefighter, and if you weren’t attracted to him before you definitely were when you had the fuel to imagine him being able to pick you up with one arm and sling you over his shoulder.

Apparently the feeling was mutual.

You learned a lot about Buck during your weekly gym visits. He was from Pennsylvania and travelled across the US before landing in LA, he had an older sister who used to frequent the gym with him, he worked in fire station number 118, and his team was like a surrogate family to him.

You learned a lot about them too.

You’d heard of the medical adventures of Hen and her scientist wife Karen.

He told you about how Chimney—a nickname he refused to elaborate on because it was ‘a scared secret’—had fallen in love with his sister Maddie and how happy he was for them.

He told you about how Eddie used to serve in the army and had an adorable kid named Christopher that Buck often spent his weekends with.

And he delighted in telling you all about Bobby. How he was a secondary father, how he’d been through the roughest of the rough and pulled himself back up and made Buck strive to have the same resilience, how he’d finally gotten his happy ending by falling in love with and getting married to a cop named Athena and how Buck was so happy that he was happy.

It was really endearing honestly, and it was one of the factors that contributed to how hard you fell for him.

He wasn’t just some ‘strong macho firefighter’, he was a human being, someone who loved with all his heart and put his everything into his job and doing right by the people that he loved and cared about.

He often made comments about bringing you to meet the team, mentioning the occasional barbecue that Bobby and Athena would host at their house and how the team would often bring their families and loved ones along.

It was the first time Buck ever called you his partner. In the middle of a boxing ring whilst you were punching at his hands and he was raving on about Bobby’s cooking.

And it was enough for you to miss the padding covering his palms and almost punch him right in the face.

“Woah-” You can thank his instincts for being the only reason he didn’t end up with a bruised nose, swerving his head at the last second and catching you as you stumbled forward into him.

“I am so sorry-” You remove yourself from his grasp hastily, holding the back of your gloved hand over your mouth to cover the astonishment of your own embarrassment from his view.

“It’s good, are you?” Buck dismisses your apology with a shake of his head an a soft smile that makes you want to squeeze him until he explodes because my god he is so adorable how did you land this man?

“Yeah- yeah I’m good, sorry-” You shake your wrists as a way of dispelling the nervous tension that’s racing through your muscles to settle in your joints.

“You’re sure?” He raises an eyebrow at you, expression a mix of suspicion and concern. “You know, you don’t have to come to anything if you’re not comfortable, I don’t want to rush into something if you’re not ready,”

He lowers his hands to his sides, undoing the velcro to slip the pads off his palms as a show that he wants to engage in the conversation without any distraction. “I have a habit of taking relationships too fast, and I don’t want to do that with you,”

“No that’s not— You’re not doing that, I’d love to meet the rest of your team,” You shake your head adamantly at Buck’s attempt at giving you an out, firmly planting your decision as wanting to take the proverbial ‘next step’ in your relationship in meeting the people he calls family. “I was just caught off guard is all, you’ve uh… you’ve never called me your partner before,”

“Oh— I uh—” Your acknowledgement of what he’d said seems to force him to acknowledge it himself, like it was a subconscious slip of the tongue rather than an informed decision. “Is that okay?”

You take a moment to think, eyes round and cheeks flushed as you nod your head. “Yeah,”

“Yeah?” He takes a step towards you, concern washing out of his expression to be replaced with contentment, confidence rising in his irises as he tilts his head to the side.

“Mhm,” You stifle a small embarrassed giggle as he invades your personal space, mirroring his head tilt with your own as your fluster extends from your cheeks to coat your neck in a dark shade of red.

“Good,” He rests his right hand against your shoulder, drawing small lines from the side of your neck down over the curve of your arm with his fingers. “I’ll have to call you that more often then,” He leans forward with every word until his lips are brushing yours as he speaks, emphasising the end of his sentence by pressing a kiss to your lips that you happily reciprocate.

“I’d like that,” Your face is embarrassingly red as you pull away, a lovesick expression on your face as you don’t even try to hide the way your composure falls apart.

—

You have half the mind to never go to the gym ever again.

How were you supposed to know that there were flash floods scheduled to hit LA this morning if they didn’t put it on the news until you were already inside the gym? At least you weren’t the only one suffering in your makeshift cage whilst rising water blocked you from leaving.

There was probably about a dozen of you actually, all up bright and early to get in a workout before the day started, and instead locked inside of the gym because the idiotic reporters didn’t warn you in advance that LA was due heavy rain and flash flooding.

Okay, technically it wasn’t their fault, the whole point of weather is that you only really know what’s happening as it happens, but surely they had the technology to be able to anticipate when something this extreme was going to occur.

Someone had already called 911, but you wouldn’t bank on them arriving anytime soon. Buck told you how rough days like this were for emergency responders, and considering that none of you were in an immediate emergency, you wouldn’t be surprised if your situation was put on the back burner until they had a team free.

That meant you basically just had to hunker down for a few hours and wait it out.

It shouldn’t have been to hard to past the time, you could technically just extend your workout for a while, but its barely an hour before the power goes out and half of the gym is rendered completely useless.

The group of you end up sitting on the floor in a circle and just talking to pass the time, although making small talk with people you don’t know can only last so long before you run out of things to talk about.

It was more boring than anything, although as the water began to seep through the seal of the glass doors, you knew that boredom wouldn’t last for very long.

—

“This is dispatch, we’ve got a gym flooding at 1123 Vine St #14, there’s 13 people trapped inside,” Josh’s voice crackles through the radio as the 118 lugs themselves back into the truck, soaked from the knees downwards.

“Copy that, 118 is en route,” Bobby presses the radio on his chest, tapping the side of the truck with his hand before climbing into the Captain’s seat.

“Copy 118,” The radio crackles then goes dead, and the truck pulls away from the gas station they were parked at with the ambulance hot on it’s tail.

“Vine St? Me and my girlfriend go to a gym Vine St, it’s great,” Buck talks before he’s even got the headset on, half of his sentence being drowned out as a result.

“Well it can’t be that great if it doesn’t have proper seal on the doors can it?” Eddie’s voice is entirely sarcastic, and Buck hits his arm with the back of his hand in retaliation.

“Hey we don’t know if this is my gym or not, so don’t disrespect the integrity of Wildcard boxing gym until we’re sure that’s where we’re going,” Buck scoffs dramatically, and it earns a laugh from the rest of the team.

“Oh no, how dare you besmirch Buck’s sacred place? That’s his second home you’re talking about,” Hen plays into the joke, and Buck responds emphatically by tapping his right hand against his left bicep.

“Exactly,”

—

“What was that about the ‘integrity’ of your gym Buck?” Eddie blinks up at the sparked out neon sign, jaws resting against his shoulder has he holds them in his right hand.

There was really no mistaking it as someplace else, and for a moment Buck’s focus turns to worry. It was your day off today, what if you’d gone to the gym to take up your time? What if you’d gotten injured in the process? Or god forbid something worse?

“Buck?” His silence is enough for Eddie to look over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “You good?”

“Yeah— Yeah I’m fine,” Buck shakes his head like he’s trying to physically shake the anxiety from his mind. “Let’s go,”

There’s a short shared glance between Eddie and Hen at Buck’s reply, but it ends with nothing more than a shrug as they forced the automatic doors open to enter the gym, adding another rush of water into the building in the process, one that they definitely could’ve done without considering it was almost at waist level already.

“LAFD!” Bobby wades through the water ahead of the group in the start of the search, calling out periodically in the hopes of a response from anyone from the group of people trapped somewhere inside.

Logic would dictate that they probably would’ve moved to the upper floor, but panic often overrides rationality in these sorts of circumstances, so the team couldn’t ever be too safe in searching the bottom floor.

“Alright, Buck, Chim, I want you to follow me in searching the rest of this floor, Eddie and Hen, go upstairs and find anyone you can,”

There’s an echo of “Copy that!”’s as the team split up to search the building, and as Buck makes his way through the familiar gym layout he can only hope that your months of being together with him has taught you how to best keep yourself safe in an emergency situation like this.

The sight of one of the gym regulars floating face down in the water does not reassure him of that fact.

He swears he almost gags at the sight, a mix of shock and disgust at the smell coming from the man as his corpse floats aimlessly, following the ripples in the water as Buck moves. Then he notices his hands. The back of his right hand specifically.

“Cap—” Buck’s voice is harsh and grainy through the radio, not at all helped by the fact the flood had probably disrupted some of the nearby cell towers making the transmission less clear than it already was. “I found— he had—” Buck’s radio periodically turns to static as he tries to relay his message, but it’s key message thankfully gets through undisrupted. “live electricity—”

—

“LAFD!” Eddie pushes the door open to the upper gym floor with Hen right on his tail, the two scanning the room for anyone immediately visible. “Is anyone there?”

”Here! We’re over here!” Your voice calls from around one of the corners, and you rush out towards the two firefighters with panic written all over your face, completely soaked from head to toe. “Are either of you a paramedic? A stack of weights fell whilst we were trying to create a barrier in case the water rose again and—” You talk whilst leading the two over the the group, and you don’t need to finish your sentence by the time you reach them.

One of the guys was sat against the wall, his left leg resting elevated on a collection of sodden towels and jackets, a nasty purple bruise spreading across the expanse of his foot and up his ankle and a slightly misshapen form to it as a whole.

It was pretty bad.

There’s a short shared glance between Eddie and Hen as they silently agree on the extent of his injury, and Hen kneels down towards him. “Alright, what’s your name sir?” She presses her fingers gingerly to the affected area and earns an immediate groan from the man.

“Antony—” He hisses his name through his teeth from the pain, and several of you collectively wince at the sight.

“Alright Antony, my name’s Hen, and this is Eddie, we’re gonna get you out of here and to a hosptial okay?” Hen gestures to Eddie behind her, and you take a second to furrow your eyebrows at the familiarity of the names. Then you catch the number of their uniform helmets. 118.

That meant Buck was here somewhere. He had to be.

“Please—” He lets out another pained groan as Hen instructs Eddie over to Antony’s other side to get him off the floor.

“How many of you are up here? Is anyone else injured?” Hen’s eyes scan the group for a quick head count, but someone beats her to it.

“There’s twelve of us,” Her voice is meek and almost unstable as she speaks, “There was thirteen but James… he…” She trails off like she knows she won’t be able to finish the sentence, and the intonation is enough for Hen to know what she’s implying.

“Alright…” Hen sighs softly as the groups demeanour dims slightly at the mention of James, and how everyone seems to huddle just that little bit closer together as if to comfort each other in their shared grief. “Can all of you swim?”

“We’ll be fine,” You answer her question with a small nod.

“Okay,” Hen returns your nod with her own before turning her gaze away from you and the group. “Eddie,”

“Got it,” He doesn’t even have to be asked before he’s tugging Antony’s weight over his shoulder to carry him, readying for the journey back down the stairs and hopefully safely out of the building.

The universe had other plans.

“Cap—” You can recognise Buck’s voice immediately, even with all of the radio distortion. “I found— he had— live electricity—”

It’s like a flip switches in Hen and Eddie’s brains at the new information.

“Electricity? That’s bad isn’t it? That’s gotta be bad are we gonna—”

“Nothing is going to happen to anyone.” Hen interrupts the girl’s anxious rambling with a raise of her hand. “Does this building have a rooftop?”

“Yeah uh, it’s— there’s a ladder over here,” One of the male members of the group, one of the employees, leads Hen towards the rooftop fire escape, pulling on the ladder until it collides with the floor. It’s locked though, only the owner has a key,”

“You locked the fire escape?” Eddie sounds more than a little exasperated at the news.

“I don’t know man I just work here—”

“Okay.” Hen interrupts once more, speaking into her radio. “Cap, we’ve got a rooftop exit, you need to get up here.”

“Copy— up now—” The radio continues to glitch on it’s transmission, but it sounds as though the message was properly received.

Getting the hatch open was not as easy, although with more than a little bit of teamwork and a twenty-five pound weight the group managed to force it from it’s hinges and climb everyone up onto the roof and out of any direct danger for the time being.

It was a momentary breath of relief, and the group seemed to agree as everyone practically collapsed in a heap now that the rush of adrenaline was wearing off. Although Eddie and Hen didn’t waste a minute as they set up Antony comfortably against one of the walls and began examining the rest of the group.

“Can you follow this light for me?” Hen holds up a penlight in front of your face, eyes following yours to judge your reactions and your pupillary response.

“I’m really okay, you should spend your time working on the people who really need you,” You follow her instructions even whilst trying to dissuade her gently, and she gives you a sharp shake of her head.

“Everyone’s important sweetheart, I’m just making sure you haven’t got any hidden injuries at even you don’t know about,” She clicks off her pen light once she’s satisfied, and then gives you a small pat on your shoulder before looking past you with an expression of relief on her face.

You follow her gaze yourself to be met with three other firefighters from the 118, presumably those from the first floor, and you don’t so much as have time to even register their faces in your mind before you’re being picked up into one of their arms and held in an almost bone-crushing hug.

“Thank god you’re okay—” You wouldn’t have even had to have heard his voice to know your proxy kidnapper was Buck, but hearing him is more than relieving for the small anxious part of your brain that was scared to death over his safety.

“I’m fine I’m fine—” Your words are echoed by a small laugh as your feet touch the floor again, and the two of you carefully peel yourselves from each other in your joined dampened state. “Are you okay?”

The two of you are caught up in your emotions enough that you essentially completely ignore the presence of the rest of Buck’s coworkers, oblivious to the looks they were giving you—and each other— in the process.

“I’m fine,” Buck nods as he pulls off his helmet, and you finally get a proper look at his face, dirty and soaked and so unbelievably kissable that you really can’t help yourself.

It’s what calls your attention back to the fact that there are indeed other people present, spurred by a short whistle from Chimney that leaves the two of you pulling away with flustered expressions.

“Uh—” Buck clears his throat into his elbow, using his free arm to pull you carefully against his side. “Guys, this is—”

“An absolute angel? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you properly,” Hen interrupts Buck’s introduction of you to reach out to you herself, her tone full of enthusiasm. “Buck does not stop taking about you,”

“Seriously, it’s 24/7,” Chimney adds on to Hen’s declaration with a determined gesture of his hand, and you don’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed by the attention.

You’d been looking forward to meeting the team that Buck called family, truly, but you were not expecting to meet them like this.

You were absolutely drenched in flood water, probably covered in dirt, and most definitely looked like you’d been dragged through somebodies hedge.

Buck looks more proud than anything, and gives your side a small squeeze as he introduces you to everyone. “Hen and Chim,” The pair give you enthusiastic smiles, “That’s Eddie over there,” Eddie sticks his hand up in a makeshift wave as he focuses on properly wrapping Antony’s ankle with what’s available. “And this is Bobby,”

“It’s really a pleasure,” Bobby holds his right hand out to you, and you shake it politely, lips pressed into an almost nervous smile.

“It’s great to meet you all, Buck has told me a lot about all of you,” You let out a small, almost pathetic laugh at the end of your sentence. “I’m sorry we’re meeting like this,”

Hen waves you off with her hand and a laugh of her own. “Trust me, weirder things have happened,”

“Oh 100%,” Chimney nods in conjunction with Hen’s statement. “Welcome to the family,”

You give another small laugh and a “thank you,” as you settle yourself against Buck’s side, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head a with a content smile.

This might not have been the way he wanted you to meet the team, but it was perfectly unusual in its own way. And it was silently agreed that you were a perfect fit.

“So, uh, how are we getting down from here?” You turn your head over your shoulder to look over the edge of the roof, and the still high floods that covered most of the fire engine parked on the road.

“Uh…”

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dearhargrove · 2 months

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Reassurance

summary You comfort Evan after he has to deal with his parents over the course of four days.

word count 730

tags fluff, just someone being there for my bb buck, short and sweet

a/n So basically I was watching the Buck Begins episode and died every minute where his parents neglected him and generally every second of that episode :( so expect some more Buck fics to come (Eddie too tho !!)

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You didn't know but you were probably the sole reason Buck wasn't completely breaking down every day he wakes up and has to deal with the two people that call themselves his parents.

After the first dinner he had felt bad, but he'd felt like he usually does with them. Alone, unwanted and never enough. That day he'd come home to you, quiet and dull.

You hadn't made him talk about it when he didn't start explaining himself, instead you simply wrapped your arms around him and held him close. That's when he'd felt loved. That night he waited until you had fallen asleep before letting himself cry.

What did he expect? For some reason he had hoped they'd changed. Or at least that they would be proud of him. After all, he'd saved a lot of people and does so every day. Instead he is reminded that they hadn't bothered to check on him when he almost died twice - first by being crushed and second because of the blood clots - and then laid in the hospital.

Those were the people supposed to love him no matter what and all he got was constant criticism.

That night you had woken up not long after him because of his missing warmth. With a worried expression you'd found him and once again, held him close. He had melted into your arms, tears starting to fall again as he clutched you close as if scared to lose you.

After reassurance you would gladly give any day you had gone back to bed, your hand on his cheek and caressing his birthmark.

Today you hadn't even known Buck would see them or be confronted by their doings. The last time you'd heard about them was when he explained that he had a brother. That he was only conceived to be a match for a bone marrow transplant.

That night had been harder than the one before. You're quite sure no matter how much you tried to show him that he wasn't just a failed way to save someone you don't think it got completely through to him. And you didn't blame him; you couldn't imagine living with something like that weighing you down.

You're in his kitchen trying one of Bobby's recipes when the door opens and Buck comes in. You could read him like a book; there wasn't a moment you weren't able to tell what he was feeling. But now? You genuinely didn't know.

He was frowning but there's a smile resting on his face and his eyes are red.

“Buck?”

He looks up, seeing you there in his sweater with a knife in your hand as you chop vegetables for a recipe from Bobby he loved, and he breaks. But instead of simply crying he chuckles, too.

“Buck, what's going on?” Your voice is worried and he just shakes his head as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his forehead to yours. You put the knife down and reach up to cup his face and your index finger soothes over his birthmark, something you'd made a habit over the year of being with him.

“I think they're finally accepting me for.. me.” He only says and you sigh but nod. He notices your slight apprehension and quickly adds on, “But I don't want them to. I don't need their acceptance. They don't decide how much I'm worth.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ in surprise but you laugh breathlessly and nod, “Exactly. You're saving lives on the daily, you don't need anyone to tell you how good you are. Not your parents, not your friends, not me.”

He nods along until the last part where he cocks his head and looks at you with his signature half smirk. “I do need you to tell me how good I am, actually.” That makes you smile as well and you sigh, “That's not what I meant and you know it.”

He just shrugs and unlike when he first came in you can see pure happiness and love on his face.

“God, I love you so much, Evan Buckley.”

He grins and surges forward to kiss you passionately, his hands gripping your hips as if you'd slip through his fingers any moment.

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Omg omg hi i like never do requests but i really like your stuff like it is so so so good so i was thinking maybe how the gang would react to finding you crying or something 🙈

↳we’re good at being troubled₊˚✧

➬ the gang x crying!reader

!!MASSIVE WARNING, CONTAINS ABUSE, ALCOHOLISM AND OTHER SENSITIVE TOPICS.!!

Johnny Cade ;

johnny thought he’d surprise you by visiting you unannounced, thought it’d be a cute couple moment.

so, he just welcomed himself into your house and was about to shout something—until he heard you sniffle and break into sobs.

he rushed into your room in fear, just to find you curled up on your bed, sobbing.

“hey—love, what’s wrong? hey, hey, hey…you’re okay.”

he said, crouching down beside your bed to get to eye level.

“j-johnny! you didn’t say you was comin’. sorry, i really am..!”

you basically shouted, sitting up right and wiping your tears.

“you ain’t answer my question. what’s wrong?”

he looked right into your eyes, and you broke down again.

“it’s just—all too much, johnny. all of it is, if this is what life has to offer..i-i can’t do it.”

johnny teared up at hearing you speak like that.

“well jeez, y/n.”

he jumps up onto your bed and throws his arm around your shoulder as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“it’ll get better, it always does.”

“everyone says that, but they’re always wrong.”

“well, have you stuck around to see it get better?”

you haven’t, you’re still real young.

shit, johnny cade was your first boyfriend. you ain’t experience everything, or anything.

“shoot, you got me, the gang, and your friends. we’ll be here with you.”

..yeah. you ain’t alone.

“yea, you right.”

johnny kisses the top of your head and hugs you tightly, as to show that he cares.

he was never good with his words, you and him both knew that much.

“it’ll be alright, love.”

Dallas Winston ;

you had been at the lot, drunk and crying for god knows how long.

your dad had yelled at you and said nonsense not even you wanna think about.

so, you drank to forget. like always.

when you heard the slightest bit of noise, you’d whip your head up in fear of someone noticing you.

but dallas was always sneaky, he had to be.

“whatcha cryin’ for, doll?”

you jumped at his voice that came from right behind you.

you turned so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash, but before you could even look at him, he sat next to you.

“well?”

“..i ain’t cryin’.”

dallas just shook his head and chuckled.

“stop lyin’ about the most obvious shit. what’s wrong?”

he said, looking directly at you, inching closer.

you hiccuped due to the several booze you downed earlier, and possibly to the crying you’ve been doing.

“my dad, again. he-he said some stuff even i don’t wanna say. it jus- got to me, man.”

all dallas did was sigh and kiss your temple as he brought you in for a side hug, which caused you to cry more.

the alcohol just made you feel your emotions even more.

“i’ll beat the tar outta him. he ain’t nothin’ compared to you. he’s just some trash that so happens to be related to the most wonderful girl in tusla.”

while you cried into dallas’s arms, he rubbed his thumb on your arm, up and down, while having a firm grip on it. almost like you were gonna run away at any moment.

you passed out not to long after, dallas carried you off to bucks where the both of you spent the night there.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

your mom had slapped you across the face during an argument.

she had never hit you before, only yelled.

you were scared, angry, and disgusted. so, you stormed out of the house.

while walking, it had occurred to you that you had no where to go.

with all the overwhelming feelings that were surfacing, you started to tear up. tears turned into cries, and tears turned into sobs.

you thought about what ponyboy would think if he saw you like this, then it hit you.

you’re so stupid! the curtis house is right there!

so you got up and started to walk, while crying. just..not as hard as minutes, no, seconds before.

you knocked on the curtis door and prayed to whoever’s up there that your boyfriend would answer.

and lady luck was on your side, because he did.

but she soon left when ponyboy saw you.

“oh my glory, y/n?! what’s wrong, what happened? are you okay?”

when you heard him say your name, you have to admit, that lump in your throat came back.

you looked up at him and enveloped him in hug.

“my mom—she..she hit me. i can’t believe it, she actually hit me, man.”

his eyes widened and he held you tightly as he slowly shimmied his way inside.

he rocked the two of you back and forth. left foot, then right foot.

until you calmed down is when he finally started to talk.

you crying made him freeze up, he didn’t know what to do.

he was worried, scared, angry, sad, everything.

the love of his life was crying and he just froze.

“are-are you okay? do you need water?”

“i’m fine now, pony. can i stay the night? i’m sorry to bother.”

you answered, in between sniffles. you looked up at him with bloodshot eyes as he nodded his head aggressively and smiled at you.

“ye-yeah! definitely! come on.”

Sodapop Curtis ;

you were staying the night at the curtis house after a fight broke out with you and your sibling.

you were too mad to go back, but too sad not to cry.

you sat in the curtis bathroom and cried, until you heard knocking. then that shut you right up.

“y/n, love, are you okay? you’ve been in there an awful long time.”

your boyfriend, sodapop, was always carin’. of course he’d check up on you!

you ran to the mirror and looked into your own eyes that were terribly bloodshot and puffy.

how can you go outside like this? you thought to yourself, until you heard knocking again.

“y/n? are you okay? you aren’t answerin’ me, im worried.”

“ye-yeah! i’m alright soda. i’m sorry to worry you.”

“well, come out. you ain’t gon’ be sleepin’ in the tub.”

you sniffled and rushed to find something, anything, to hide your eyes.

unfortunately, sodapop heard you sniffle, and once again, unfortunately, you had left the door unlocked.

“woah! hey-y/n, what’s wrong? you alright?”

soda basically shouted and he rushed to you, grabbing your face with both hands.

you just looked up at him, feeling pathetic.

“you know.”

“awe, i’m so sorry, sugar.”

he whispers as he grabs you into a bear hug.

ponyboy took after his brother, because he does the same rocking back and fourth while hugging you.

sodapop lifted you into the air and wrapped his arms around your waist, with your legs around his waist.

“i’ll take ya to bed, okay? sibling fights are normal, shoot, i hear ‘em basically everyday!”

you nodded your head as you smiled, your tears slowly drying up.

sodapop had an aura that could make anyone cheer up, even when they’re breaking down in sobs.

Darry Curtis ;

you were a smart grease, one of the only hoodlums that could leave the east side and make a name for themselves.

but you couldn’t. your mother is ill and father’s a no good dead beat.

you had to stay and take care of her, couldn’t take that full ride to the best college in state because of that.

one fateful night, all your emotions came crashing down.

your sadness, anger, and fear couldn’t stay hidden anymore.

but, you were at the curtis house, in your boyfriends bed.

you got up as quietly as you could. you’re used to getting up without waking darry, he was a real light sleeper.

you walked out into the porch, trying to not make a sound.

you sat down on the step, head in your hands, and cried.

you cried and cried until you heard the door open, the curtis door wasn’t particularly quiet.

“y/n, what’s happening? is everything alright?”

you tried to stop tearing up to face darry, but you couldn’t.

he sat down on the steps next to you and sneaked his arm ‘round your waist, closing the few inches between the two of you.

“…it’s nothin’, dare. go back inside.”

you practically demanded, but your body disagreed with your words as you leaned your head to rest on his body.

“it’ll be okay y/n. it’ll be just fine. you’re strong, brave, n real smart. you can push through.”

your tears dried and turned into small sniffles.

you held darrys free hand as you stared at him while he stared off into space.

he finally looks down at you and kisses your head.

darry stands up, and extends his arm out for you to take.

Steve Randle ;

you were just, crying in your car.

no rhyme or reason, just felt like it.

plus, being parked in a empty mall parking lot while it’s raining seemed fitting.

you just sat there, head held high, staring at the roof with tears streaming down your face.

you were in your feels, you have to admit it.

well—until you heard knocking on your window.

you looked over to see steve, your boyfriend, freaking out.

arms all over the place, screaming, panicking.

you rolled down the window and shouted,

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

steve opens the car door, from the inside, and welcomes himself in.

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING??”

he shouts back, turning to face you in the blink of an eye.

“CAN I NOT CRY??”

“NOT WHEN YOURE WITH ME!—which will be forever but that’s another story.”

you giggled to yourself, with tears still streaming down your face.

“you ain’t answer me, babe! why are you crying?! who’s ass do i gotta kick?!”

steve always reacted so violently when it came to you.

but, it was comforting to know that someone cared enough to kick the shit out of someone for you.

you started up your car, and held Steve’s hand.

“no reason.”

“…what.”

“yea, no reason. just felt like it, it’s good to get your emotions out.”

steve was silent as he stared at you.

“you’re crazy, y/n.”

he said, shaking his head as he extended himself over the arm rest separating the two of you.

he grabbed your face so you can face him, and kissed your forehead.

“if i ever see you cryin’ like that again with ��no reason’ i’ll actually start cryin’ myself.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

failing a test worth 80% of your grade is never good.

and it sure as hell wasn’t good for you.

you worked and worked so hard for that test, just to freeze up and fail.

when you got home, all you did was cry on your couch.

you didn’t bother doin’ nothing else, not even to tell two-bit that your date is canceled.

you only remembered because you heard him struggling to put his spare key into the doorknob.

shitshitshit.

you bet your eyes are all puffy and red, how’s your boyfriend gonna react? he doesn’t do well with anyone showing any negative emotions.

“WHAT’S U—oh shit. y/n, are you alright?—wait that was a stupid question to ask. what happened?”

you giggled through your tears as you heard two-bit freak out.

“i’m an idiot, two. i failed the biggest test of the year. i tried so hard.”

two-bits face scrunched up at your words.

“you ain’t an idiot! compared to me, you’re a genius! well, you are a genius. but shoot, i don’t even know what 8+9 is!”

he got up on he couch and sat beside you while he spoke, only to get up again.

“look at me.”

he demanded, and you obliged.

you looked up at him, only for him to pick you up and swing you around some.

you laughed. two-bit always does this with you to catch you off guard.

he stopped after a few seconds and just held you.

“you ain’t gon’ talk about yourself like that! it’s an insult to me and you! and you know i don’t take any sort of disrespect!”

you still were teary eyed, so two-bit ran his thumb across your cheek and smiled.

“how about i treat ya, huh? the dingo’s calling our name, sweetheart, can’t you hear it?”

he said, throwing his arm around your shoulders and throwing his free arm in the air, like there was supposed to be writing as he moved his hand.

taglist: @diorgirl444 , @typereader

a/n; IM SO SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING LMFAOO I’VE BEEN PLAYING RDR2 FOR SO LONG

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #steve randle x reader #two-bit matthews x reader #two-bit x reader #darry curtis x reader #darry x reader

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“I knew he was the reason she had texted me for help, from the moment I saw her reaction. Maybe I’d suspected there was something going on even before that, from the way her emails and texts had changed in tone. It would explain that gut feeling I’d had that made me get over there as fast as I did. I saw her shrink back, I felt her hold me tighter, and I went cold inside.

okay so just to set down the WoGs about this so we all know where i'm coming from

i think the biggest lie here aside from the obviously false constant reiteration he's doing that he Had No Idea Who The Man Was, No Sir is that he went cold inside...or rather i think 'i went cold inside' is a perfectly true statement, but he wants it to be taken as "i went emotionally dead inside and beat the man up like a cool and tough manly older brother and saved the day" when the reality is that he was frozen/chilled with fear from coming face-to-face w/ his abuser, and he hated himself for feeling so weak and incapable of moving/acting to protect his sister. his desire to be big + scary mixed w/ both his desire to run away/hide himself and aisha from their abuser and his mental conflation of "being able to care for people" and "being masculine/not being weak," and it resulted in the ability to generate darkness. darkness to scare people, darkness to hide him, darkness that makes him look bigger if he generates it around himself. all, of course, while he remains fundamentally vulnerable at the center.

like.

you know? You Fucking Know? brian laborn, man. & he explicitly details how this mindset was beaten into him as a child, while completely oblivious to the fact that there's anything wrong with it:

“Well my father is a hard man. Not the kind of man that’s meant to raise a son alone. I wouldn’t say he was abusive, but there’s never been any warmth to him, no charming anecdotes, no fatherly wisdom, no throwing baseballs in the backyard. The extent of our bonding was in the gym, him holding the punching bag in position while shouting at me that I was doing something wrong, staying grimly quiet if my form, my timing, the raw power of my hits were all flawless. Or we’d be in the ring, with boxing helmets and gloves on, a thirty five year old man in peak physical condition barely holding back against his fifteen year old son. He just expected me to keep up or take the hits, and I didn’t have much choice in the matter.

he has to be strong and masculine, because he's been taught that if he isn't, he will be demeaned and hurt.

so, my theory on the matter is that after he triggered from beating himself up over freezing, the little moment of him being distracted/staggered from coming out of the vision was enough for him to yell at himself in his head and kick himself into "fight" gear.

“So even if I was only fifteen, I was tall for my age, I was fit, and I knew how to throw a punch. I didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound. I put my sister down and beat my mother’s boyfriend within an inch of his life, my mother screaming and wailing the entire time. When I was done, I picked my sister up and returned to the cab. We went to my father’s that night, and we went to the police station in the morning.”

i think the emphasis he puts on Not Saying A Word And Not Making A Sound is an indicator that that's another part of the memory he really wants to revise, just like how his constant reiteration that he didn't know the man is exactly what indicates that not only did he know the man, knowing the man was very significant and scary to him. i would put, like, 20 bucks down that he's insisting that he was dead silent precisely because he was choking back tears. as 4 the last bit of his big fucking lie....

“When you throw a punch barehanded, it doesn’t leave your hands pristine. A few good swings, you connect solidly with someone’s face, someone’s teeth, and it tears the fuck out of your knuckles. It was at my father’s place that night, washing and cleaning my hands, when I saw it. It wasn’t just blood leaking out of my torn up knuckles, but there was the darkness too, like wisps of really black smoke. You hear about the trigger event, you might think it’s all about rage or fear. But I’m a testament that it can be just the opposite. I didn’t feel a fucking thing.”

i think the fixation on the violence of the thing is in part a desperate desire to prove that he's strong enough--an indicator that he's still the same scared little boy he was 3 years ago, the boy with no route out of being beaten up by his father but violence, the boy being taught that knowing how to hurt people is what keeps you safe. he's trying to turn that into something good, by hurting the "right" people, by hurting people for aisha, but he's still fundamentally under the dysfunctional impression that being a strong, masculine man who can hurt people without flinching is good and impressive and a way to keep himself and his loved ones safe. i think it's also in part that this was the first time he ever really, seriously, intentionally hurt someone, and he's still got the vivid traumatic memories of the wounds to his knuckles to prove it. i do buy that he didn't notice the darkness until he was washing his hands--incredibly vivid and compelling symbolism, and one of the top all time worm things i wish people would redraw.

i also think it's really, really funny how he's insisting that he "didn't feel a fucking thing" RIGHT after a conversation between everyone about how trigger events are the worst day of your life. it's so comically teenage-edgelordy and fake as a trigger event story! and he is telling it because he wants taylor to think he's cool! and it works! she buys that shit! so so funny that he's telling this entire ass huge fucking lie right in front of lisa too. everyone on this team is always fucking lying in front of lisa like ooh good thing no one knows i'm lying. she is basically the bravest and nicest girl on the planet ever for not tattling on him.

#wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 4 #wormblr #parahumans #brian time brian time everyone join me for brian time

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wolvesofinnistrad · 1 month

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Read on Ao3 Here.

Its been about 6 months.

6 of the best months of a relationship Buck has ever had. And its not even about it being a guy, discovering his bisexuality. Its just... Tommy.

Hes great in so many ways, and the dynamic is so different that for the first time Buck has been able to relax, not always feel like hes chasing after someone. Actually, hes found out he quite likes being the one that gets chased, romanced, flirted with.

Everything is going great and hes even, in the back of his mind, been starting to think this might be it, this might be a long term thing after all which he'd have never expected. And then Eddie fucks it all up by telling him his most recent girlfriend, Beatrice or something Buck honestly hasn't kept track lately, broke up with him because quote "i can never have a place in your life when you've got Buck so entrenched in it."

Hes never had anyone imply that his and Eddies friendship, the little family hes made with Eddie and Chris, is somehow wrong or off-putting. Eddie was more annoyed than anything and didn't seem to care. But Buck... Buck got worried. Not because he cared about what Betty or whatever thought, but because he wondered if it wasn't true. If maybe their dynamic would scare people off eventually, and did that mean it would scare Tommy off as well?

So that's how hes sitting here, curled under a blanket on the couch, a new sectional he bought because Tommy's back didn't get enough support in the last one, spilling his guts to his boyfriend. When hes done he looks up at Tommy, expecting, well, something. Anger, confusion, heartbreak, but... Its not there. Tommy smiles at him, placing a hand on his leg over the blanket. "Evan... i understand how important Eddie and Chris are to you. I would never make you choose. I would never try to cut them out or deny you that."

Buck takes that in sits with it for a moment but finds it doesn't fully alleviate his concerns.

"But what if... i mean, if were together, you know, for the long haul. It wont affect you? What i have with them?"

Tommy smiles, he looks away for a minute and laughs.

"Can i be really honest with you Evan?" He says, meeting his eyes now.

Buck nods.

Tommy inches closer, drawing up one of his legs beneath him. "When we first started dating i knew you all were close, but i didn't really understand until later that you were a 'family.'" He pauses, thinks. "But when i did, yeah, there was a moment i was a little worried where i fit in. Where there was space for me in your life. And then i had an idea, and once i wrapped my head around it that way, re-conceptualized how i looked at things, it didn't scare me anymore."

Now that's surprising to hear, Buck wants to know what could have so easily changed his mind. "And what was it that made you not worry then?"

Again Tommy laughs. "I started thinking of Eddie like he was your ex husband."

Bucks eyes bug out a bit. "My what?!"

Tommy shrugs. "It was easier in my head than just saying your best friend who you're co-parenting with. I've dated guys with kids, with exes before. It wasn't a stretch to think of it like Eddie was your ex and Chris was your kid from another relationship. Once i put it in my head like that, i didn't worry about whether we could have a life together. You'll always be tied to them, but it didn't mean you couldn't have a life with me to." He reached over and took Bucks hand, squeezed it tight. "And honestly Evan? I'm starting to think I'd like that. A life with you."

Despite how weird it is to think of his little family with Eddie and Chris that way, how Tommy sees it, there's something relief and happiness coursing through him. Knowing that Tommy's already figured out how he can keep some of the most important people in his life and incorporate them into a new life hes building for himself. For him and Tommy.

"Evan?" Tommy asks, scootching closer on the couch, their knees knocking together.

Buck realizes its been too long since he's said anything, but when he speaks he simply says "move in with me."

For all of a second Tommy looks shocked, then elated, then seemingly guarded. "Evan... You don't have to lock me down or something i just exp-"

Buck cuts him off, "its not that. Trust me, I've done that before. Held on so tight, clung because i was scared of being left behind. This isn't that. This is..." he stops, lets his mind and body calm enough to get this right. "This is me holding on because I don't want to let go. Because i want to stay, right here, with you. I'm not scared of being left anymore, I'm scared of not putting down roots. Of not letting the best boyfriend I've ever had,"

"Only," Tommy interjects.

"Best," Buck reiterates, gripping his hand tighter, boyfriend I've ever had know that i want this. I want him. I want a life with you too. And hearing that i think, it was just the final thing falling into place, the last weight weighing on me. I... I've been thinking of asking you for a while, but i wanted so bad to get it right this time. And i think i am, but Tommy." He looks into his eyes. "Tommy you're the first time I've felt like if i got it wrong it would still be okay, we could make it work anyway. So move in with me. Please. Or.. heck, we could get a place of our own if you like?"

Tommy kisses him then. Its slow and passionate but all consuming. Its like nothing hes ever had before. And it feels so right. For once it feels Right.

A week later Tommy sends him a photo of a house for rent. Rent to own actually.

"Wheres that at?" He asks, because its a nice place, he can see the potential.

"Its literally a block away from Eddie's house, I saw it as I was driving away." He says, and Buck can almost hear the laugh and smug smile miles away.

"Its perfect." He writes back. But what he means is, 'you're perfect.'

#bucktommy #kinkley #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #this is a bucktommy endgame fic dont hate me but im into them rn #my fic #fanfiction

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 2 months

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Can you please write something with Kenny Omega x fem reader,

Kenny has his surgery (for his diverticulitis) coming up and is nervous about the surgery, reader is there for him to comfort him and also is in the hospital with him and stays in the hospital for the entire time, so that reader is the first person he sees after waking up?!

There for you

An: I had no idea what to call this fic, leave better suggestions lol

Kenny Omega X femReader

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The moment Kenny got his diagnosis I promised I would be there for him no matter what. I would be at every appointment and do whatever I could to make the best of this situation. When Kenny found out he needed surgery him and I were both nervous. Despite Kenny having multiple surgeries in the past this one was different. This surgery would not be easy, the recovery time would be long and Kenny would be in a lot of pain. Regardless I would be there for every second.

Today was surgery day and although I would never tell Y/n, I was scared. I hated putting her through this. I felt like this was a never-ending cycle. Ever since my belt collector era, I had found myself constantly out of action. I contemplated retirement but decided to do a final run with The Bucks for the trios’ titles. That plan got screwed over when we all got suspended and during that time I realized I was far from done. I still had things I wanted to do in my career and like always Y/n was nothing but supportive of me. When I first started feeling sick I ignored it, I had matches booked, storylines were being written and I coudn't get sick. I assumed it was a bug as a lot of the talent caught this stomach bug but mine never went away. Y/n had to beg me to go to the hospital and when I finally did I was told I was lucky I came when I did. If I had waited any longer this whole thing could have been way worse.

As much as we tried to avoid surgery it came to the point where I needed it. Like always Y/n was there for me for every second. She comforted me and took after me the whole time. In the days leading up to my surgery, she prepped the house to be perfect for my return. She even spent the holidays with me in the hospital which I know was hard for the both of us. She held my hand while they put me under, telling me how much she loved me and how she would stay for the whole operation. Everything that happened after that was a blur. I didn’t know what time it was when I finally woke up but I knew it was late. Hospitals always creeped me out, especially during the night but this time I felt at ease. Looking down I could see all the bandages and tubes on my body, it freaked me out. The only light in the room came from the hallway of the hospital and the moonlight that shined through the window. It was quiet, the only sound was the beats of my heart that echoed off the monitor. Beep….Beep…Beep. As I looked around the room, I noticed Y/n curled up on a chair in the corner. Although I didn’t see her at the time her presence in the room was all I needed to comfort me.

“How are you feeling?” Y/n asked me quietly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” “I wasn’t really sleeping. They said everything went well. You should be able to come home tomorrow” That I was thankful for, I couldn't wait to be back in my own bed. “That’s good, I feel fine for the most part” “Good, you are on a lot of pain meds. When they start to wear off you have to tell the nurse.” Y/n told me tirdly “Thank you, Y/n” “For what?” “For everything, for always being there. I really don’t deserve any of it” “Oh hush, you do deserve someone to take care of you Ken. You should try and get some rest, your body needs it.” “Yes ma’am, Good night” “Night, Love you” “Love you too” How did I get so lucky.

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rain-lavender-rain · 1 year

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"Please Turn Those Headlights Around"

Bucky x Reader One Shot

Summary: They're both scared of love, but can they find their way back to each other?

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: None, a few cuss words. Angsty with some fluff. Mentions of sex, but very brief and not explicit.

Bucky felt the slight chill in the air against his skin. It was the first sign of waking up. The second sign was the birds already singing their song, even before the sun had hit the horizon. The third? Cold.

Bucky cracked his eyes open, all the memories of the night before flooding back. The sounds of a symphony falling from your lips with his melody filling the open spaces of the tune brought a warmth that couldn't be reproduced without something specific. That specific thing was you.

His eyes opened fully, blinking away the sleep, but you weren't next to him. That's why he was cold. The chill was brought from the loss of you. He knew you were an early riser, but usually not this early. Using heightened senses, there was no sign of you. Quickly sitting up in bed, he glanced at the bedside table, and his fingers brushed across the cursive handwriting on the note that was left.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry for what? Was it something he did? Was it something he said? Bucky was at a loss.

His mind focused in on what was going on in the tower. Footsteps. Listening closer, he realized it wasn't yours. They had to be Steve's. Louder, but gentle, and more pronounced. So, quicky putting on some clothes, he got up to see his friend in the kitchen.

"Hey Buck... you okay?" Steve asked, turning around from making his coffee.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Bucky asked frantically.

"Uh, no?" Steve replied, his brow furrowing in concern. "You okay?"

Bucky sighed in response.

"I think I messed up Steve."

The blonde was still a bit confused, but a few pieces were starting to come together. He spotted the small bruise on the brunettes neck, the messy hair, the wild and dejected look in Bucky's eye and question about where y/n was all gave him a few clues.

"You're going to have to give me more than that. What do you think you messed up?" The blonde continued, grabbing his brewed coffee.

Bucky wasn't even sure how to start and he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Y/N, we- well, we slept together." he muttered.

Steve tried not to choke on his drink. His suspicions were confirmed. It's not that he was surprised per-say, in fact he saw all the unspoken strokes of flaming gentleness and love between the two of you. But, still he never thought you two would admit it to each other, or go further than the quiet touches, the glances, and unspoken romantic tension. Sam was always the one trying to push Bucky and Y/N together, whereas Steve sort of just silently supported it without being pushy.

Instead of making Bucky annoyed, he raised an eyebrow letting him know to continue.

"I think I messed up. She wasn't there when I woke up, and all she left was a note that said "I'm sorry." I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Steve was about to respond when Sam walked in from his morning run, hearing part of the conversation on the way to grab himself a cup of coffee.

"Lemme guess. Y'all had a moment or something and now she's gone?" Sam asked, seeming quite unbothered.

Both Steve and Bucky turned their heads to stare at the other man with confusion and surprise written upon their faces.

Sam sighed when no one answered the question.

"Oh come on. First off, I know how she ticks. We've been friends for a while. Second, I know her tendencies."

Steve's phone rang and he gave Bucky a look with a squeeze on the shoulder.

"I'm sure everything will be fine, Buck. Call if you need anything." He said before leaving the room.

Bucky stayed silent once again, looking to Sam to say something helpful. All that Sam did was shake his head, taking a sip of coffee before speaking up again.

"I've been around long enough to know both of you are runners."

"Runners?"

"Yes. How do I put this nicely? You two are impossible by the way. You both like to run away when feelings really start to be stirred. You avoid it at all costs because you're trying to not only protect yourself, but the other person. You're scared of intimacy, of vulnerability. So, at the first sign of it, you run. I mean you two have never addressed whatever there is between you, but the whole "thing" from last night? That was probably her moment of realization that her feelings were deeper than that of a friendship, Bucky."

Bucky just stared in complete and utter disbelief with eyebrows furrowed. Sam was right, but that didn't mean Bucky liked it.

"I'm actually surprised that she was the one who ran first." He murmured.

Bucky rolled his eyes, annoyed with Sam already.

"So, where is she?"

Sam shook his head again.

"Where does she normally go when she wants to hide from the world?" Sam answered, walking out of the kitchen.

"Wait- Sam!"

"You know where Y/N goes. But one piece of advice, don't fuck it up Barnes." He said.

A lightbulb went off in Bucky's head.

"The cabin." He whispered under his breath, before breaking out into a full on sprint to get his motorcycle. The ride that should have taken 45 minutes, took closer to 30 as he sped recklessly to where he knew Y/N would be.

As soon as turned off the bike, his feet carried him quickly towards the door, which suddenly opened.

"I'm sorry, Bucky. I'm so sorry."

The man stopped in front of Y/N, his heart wanting to flood her with his love. The gates were shut for the moment, trying to redirect the bursting love away from the city, but soon enough, the flood doors would either open, or the water would seep over the top of the wall.

"Doll, stop apologizing. It's okay." His hands wanted to reach out to cradle your face, but Bucky had to stop himself for the moment.

"No, it's not. It's not okay because- because I can't tell you how I feel. I can't say those words out loud." Your voice was cracking, the dam starting to be weakened by the flood of love in just his eyes alone.

"Y/N, it's okay. I understand." Bucky replied, trying his best to calm you.

Your voice raised with emotion. "But it's not okay, Bucky! It's not okay because I didn't see it- I didn't realize it until it was too late. And now you're going to be hurt because of me, and that's exactly what I never wanted to happen... and I can't tell you because then it makes it real and that's..." the tone of your voice lowered with sorrow and pain before you finished your sentence.

"It's terrifying."

Your eyes turned down towards the weathered wooden panels of the porch.

He gently grabbed your hands, allowing you to pull away if you wanted. Bucky was relieved you didn't.

"If there's one thing you taught me, Y/N, its that I deserve to be loved. But, so do you. And how lucky am I? How lucky am I that I get to be loved by you in any form?"

Your eyes met his in a soft allowance of vulnerability. You were met with nothing but love and understanding. It was starting to seep through the cracks in the gates of the flood wall.

"Sam, as much as he's a pain in my ass, is perceptive and he told me some things that made me think. We're the same Y/N. We run at the first sign of love because we believe its dangerous. As soon as we love in that way, we believe we will end up getting hurt, and so will the other person that we're in love with. Our views and perceptions of love aren't the same, but similar. I know it will take us both some time, and you don't have to feel the exact same way right now, but I need you to know something Y/N."

He tipped your chin to meet his eyes again and gently ran his thumb over your fingers as he held your hands.

"It terrifies me, too. But there is no one I would trust more than you with my heart. Y/N, doll. I am willing to work with you, to always be patient, to never push you, to listen, to meet you halfway, because even if I run, I know I'll run back to you."

You were silent for a moment before his name tumbled from your lips in a whisper.

The flood gates began to open on their own accord as love rushed in. Fate sealed the lovers together in a chorus filled with gentle passion. Fate knew they would fight to return to the holder of each others heart.

Y/N's hands left the soldiers and travelled towards his face in a delicate caress. Their lips met and tears traveled down the slopes of their cheeks. It was the final stamp in a promise to meet each other half way, as love rushed in to both of their hearts in a tender embrace.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic

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In the beginning of this season we had Chris talking about Shannon and how it didn't matter if he wasn't being serious about the girls he's dating because all people did was leave anyway. They kind of wrapped all that up in that episode but I feel like there was a lot more to that scene than just the surface stuff.

This could have been just a convo with Eddie and Chris or even just Chris and Buck but instead it was all three of them. They put Eddie in that scene for a reason. Because it's not just Chris that's afraid of everyone leaving it's Eddie too.

More accurately Eddie is scared to lose the one person who knows him better than anyone else (think about who was there during the worst parts of Eddie's ptsd) and who was not only there but saved Eddie during the shooting. Buck is who knows him and who he depends on not just as a friend and partner but as a co parent. Just look at when he was worried about Chris this season he went straight to Buck to talk about it and ask for help.

What if Eddie has known about his feelings for Buck since he almost died in that well. If you watch that ep what he sees in his flashes of memory are predominately Buck and Chris. And what did he do after that? He added Buck to his will. Sure it was to make sure Chris was safe and looked after but if you watch and listen to Eddie when he tells Buck about the will it's clear that he was trying to say I love you to him in the only way he felt he could. Also if the will wasn't that big of a deal why did it take him a whole year to even tell Buck about it?

We've been so focused on Buck and his jealousy and insecurities (rightfully so given his past) we haven't been talking about how Eddie has a lot of those himself. What happened with Shannon scarred him a lot especially where Chris is concerned. She hadn't even been back in their lives all that long before she died and it clearly still impacts them both.

If you look at how few relationships Eddie has had since then and how he always seems hesitant to be vulnerable or invest much of himself in them this is why. I also think it's because his heart already belongs to Buck. These relationships to me have all feel very hollow like we're watching a guy just go through the motions. I mean look at how he broke up with Ana.

I think it's very likely that Eddie knows how he feels about Buck is more than just friendship but 1. He doesn't think those feelings would be reciprocated. 2. Even if they are I think Eddie is going to be scared at first to risk their friendship and change things. To lose the one person who has been a constant since he came into it. But I think Eddie's biggest hesitation will be Chris. He knows the kind of bond Chris and Buck have had so I think he would be worried about doing something to fuck that up. He still likely blames himself over Shannon's death and blames himself for why his son doesn't have a mom, so he'll likely be scared to risk losing the only other parent Chris has known.

Ultimately I do think we're going to get canon Buddie (probably not until season 8) but I do think this is one way they could drag the story out for a little bit. Like we could have Buck with his whole jealousy thing which leads him into figuring out his sexuality and at some point during all this in season 7 he'll have his Oh moment.

Eventually Eddie either finds out about Buck's feelings for him or Buck tells him and maybe we even get a kiss between them but then Eddie stops it and says he can't do it he can't risk what they have for something they might have and lose.

So into season 8 they're a little weird around each other until Buck decides to start dating a guy and we get to see Eddie being jealous and realizing he doesn't want to be without Buck anymore (and can't stand the thought of him with someone else). And this forces him to have to deal with a lot of the stuff he's never really dealt with from Shannon's death. Maybe we get some Frank scenes. Or maybe some Eddie and Maddie scenes because despite what the show would have a us believe I do think they hang out sometimes. But at some point maybe towards the end of season 8 we get one of those big sappy romantic gestures where Eddie tells Buck he loves him and he's always been his person. I'd also love it if season 8 ended up with Buck moving into Eddie and Chris' place. Buck has always been searching for where he belongs when his home is right there with his boys.

#911 spoilers #buddie #buddie s7 #911!#911 s7*

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blinkpen · 5 months

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stream of consciousness merbling about the state of things (personal level) again

another alleviation acting a salve in this awful situation is my brother, regardless of his "???" about trans identities, still came to the same conclusion about mom i did in that conversation, and it's one of those "gain 90% defense boost from all future verbal barbs bc a layer of cowardice accidentally showed its hand to you, and the person is officially too pathetic, too willfully and maliciously ignorant for you to have any reason to even value their opinion of you, draining the venom to the potency of a bratty child's squirt gun" moments:

while he is confused but open-minded and wants to learn what's up now that the concept is even on the table, having not actively hated trans people prior, just never really considered the fact they exist, or (knowingly) encountered any before

she's been willingly infected with that hot new rightwing podcast boomer batshit virus where people who are way more fashy than they want to admit react so badly to the concept of trans acceptance it makes them more and more evil about literally everything else just to get allies about it, and has been for quite some time. she's already dedicated a lot of ego into being hateful as a sustained belief held proudly and with a sense of assumed intellectual superiority over anybody being kind due to the fixation on "facts and logic" (that are all bullshit), despite multiple opportunities to bail out gracefully by me being patient and a dumbass still trying

so she has to be brick wall level stupid/stubborn on the matter and inly go increasingly scorched earth in response to the very concept now, because she has to be forever scared shitless of the possibility that "humoring" the pronouns for a few weeks could yield swift, visible, and positive results

he agrees with my assessment that she is terrified of the possibility that if anybody plays along, even just out of token gesture... and i suddenly become less anxious, more confident, my cognitive decline ceases to be so much more rapid as it had been getting, if i am more 'present' more often, if the constantly on-edge chihuaha syndrome vanishes as a result

she would then have to think about The Implications of that

and The Implications of "this is what we could have gotten the first time they asked. imagine where they could have been by now, if you had let them be a person, and not define them by a coin flip of their organs"

my brother is not scared of a positive outcome; that'd be ridiculous

but mom? she now has to be (and having to fear positive outcomes is another reason people like her are so fucking miserable and doing it to themselves)

that's the true fear of a lot of them, i think. to face a level of culpability for totally asinine harm inflicted willingly upon their children while claiming they were doing the most noble protections of all.

and she'd be among them. proof in front of her, rubberstamped by the golden child, that she's has been resisting the medicine i needed all along, with every ounce of strength she has, for a decade.

to face a level of guilt she's never had to face before, a buck she cannot pass onto any of the shitty now ex-husbands she brought into our house, that she has actively hurt me, not just by accident or neglect or in fallout of obliviously poor choices made in a moment, but chosen actively, to hurt me, as much as the worst of them, but they were horrible flickers and splinters in our lives, i won't ever have to put up with them again,

but she was the only world i had as a child and then as a disabled person who was reliably bullied (partly For Being Queer!) out of developing in-person support networks... and she became a hostile world, willingly, proudly,

that she has been The Most Wrong She's Ever Been, for Years, and she looks not only cruel and evil, but like an arrogant stupid jackass clown as well, and she played a much greater role in my mental trauma than she thought even possible of herself

that's not just an ego bruise. that is the entire perception of herself as a good wise moral person getting oblitered into motes of ash, and she has to strike the match herself on top of that

-inhales-

like yeah. that would suck to face that, wouldn't it. it'd probably suck so bad you'd be tempted to just lean in and start tearing everything around you to shreds than humble yourself as painfully as that

but uh. Tough Shit that was Hard Earned, maam

#sporadic warbling #hoooooogh discussions of transphobia and abuse but not in the dire sense #we're now at the 'looking at the abuser like a tantrum toddler thatd just be embarassing if not for all the very real destruction' stage

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justme315 · 1 year

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Tiny best friend 1/?

Hello! It's my first post and english is not my first language so please be nice! Hope you enjoy!

Next part:

!Warning!

fear, angst, mention of death/torture, vore mention, reffering to a person as an "it", mention of killing

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Jake was a borrower, a tiny person, just around 4 inches tall. He was one of thoese living outdoors, surviving on his own. He was just a teenager, hardly ever 18, yet doing great on his own. Or so he though. In short terms he was very lonely and got a chance from life - he found an herb that would make him grow to human size for a few hours, length depending on the amount consumed. That's how he meet Lucas. Lucas was a human boy, same age as him. They became friends very fast and after 4 months Jake was spending most of his days at Lucas's house. Of course his best friend didn't know his secret as borrowers that were found were kept captive as pets and mainly abused or killed. He knew he could trust his Lucas, they were like brothers even if they didn't know echother for long, but it was still terrifying to reavel the truth. But he loved his best friend, trusted him and wanted to be honest. That's why he decided to reveal who he really was..

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Jake and Lucas were playing video games as usual.

"No!" yelled Lucas as he lost again "I'm the one who though you how to play and now you're beating me every time. It's not fair!"

"I'm just amazing" Jake smiled, trying not to burst out laughing at his friend's frustration.

"Yeah right" Lucas rolled his eyes "shall i get my revange?"

"well, maybe later actually. I'd like to talk about.. something..." Jake sat up and took a deep breath.

"What? Why so serious all of sudden?" Lucas sat up with a worried expression. He didn't like when Jake acted like that. Sure, the boy was tense most of the time as he seem scared of like- everything- but Lucas got really worried seeing Jake looking like there was something really bad going on.

"It's just.." Jake tried his best to stay calm. Really. He trusted his best friend and loved him so much, but the though of reaveling all that was really scary nonetheless. "What do you think about borrowers?"

"Borrowers? Oh- you mean tinies." Lucas looked at him confused for a moment. Jake nodded. "Is it all about? Really you're stressed up talking about some kind of pets? Bro you scared me" the boy signed.

"Pets..?" Jake whispered. Lucas looked at him strangely. Oh God talking about that was a mistake - the borrower though.

"Well i mean.. they're pretty cool I guess. I've heard they're quite intelligent pets, but like… they're really fragile. I wouldn't buy a pet when I couldn't play with it. Like fine, it's only 20 bucks so after I play around with it I could just buy another one but I just don't like the idea. They seem weird. Like, don't get me wrong, they can be fun, one of my classmates took his tiny with him to class and we played with the thing and it was fun but you know, they're loud, they make noises scream-a-like and we hardly did anything and it died. It sucked, we had to give the guy 5 bucks eatch for like 10 minutes of little fun. I mean, it's cool, but when they die, it can be a mess, one of my buddies' shirt got ruined by its blood. As pets, i don't really like them. But i heard they make meals of them! There's even a restaurant near my school where you can eat them alive! I think that would be so cool, i don't really like raw meat but that sounds really fun to do with friends. Like, imagine that, feeling like a real predator hunting the thing and having it moving in your mouth and maybe even stomache if you don't chew on it. I'm really keen on that but never any of my friends wants to go and-"

"Stop" Jake mumbled through his tears. "Please." He was shaking like a leaf. He trusted Lucas - he believed he would never hurt anyone. He thought of him as his best friend, but he was just a cold-blooded murderer. A monster. Jake stood up. He had to get out before he breaks down. Their friendship has just come to an end.

"Bro, what's wrong with you?" Lucas asked, worried.

"You're a monster."

"What..?" Lukas panicked. "Come on bro, what's your problem?" But Jake didn't answer. He grabbed his things and left the room, heading for the front door. Luke ran after him.

"Jake, what the hell is up with you?!"

"I don't want to see you ever again," he finally replied, tears streaming down his face. Lucas looked at him heart broken.

"Jake... please, what happened? We're best friends," he pleaded, stepping closer, but Jake just stepped away. He was scared. Terribly scared. He didn't know who was standing in front of him. He didn't know Lucas anymore. It wasn't the cute, kind boy who found him, or the boy who gave him the love and affection that made him feel like he belonged somewhere, that he had a family. It wasn't him. He was a cold-blooded monster, a killer, someone who would hurt him if he saw him in his true form.

"Trusting you was a mistake" he said in a shaky voice, letting more tears roll down his face. He turned to leave, but Lucas grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Jake, please calm down. Talk to me" Jake looked at Lucas. The human looked very worried and tears were forming in his eyes. Jake couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing loudly. Lucas didn't understand what was happening but nothing on earth could take his best friend, no, brother away from him. They were too close to never speak to echother again. Lucas spread his arms out offering a hug.

"Is touch okay?" He asked politely, because surely they both needed a hug.

"No.. not now" He wanted to say - no, never - but he couldn't bring himself to.

"It's okay" the other boy said, looking a little sad. "Let's talk about it all"

"NO! We can't- I-You- I have to-" Jake panicked, not wanting to continue this nonsense. It was wrong all this time. It was wrong to even turn into a human-a-like size, to speak to a human, to trust a human. He regretted his decisions. However, he couldn't help feeling terrible, a sense of betrayal, he loved Lucas and he turned out to be a completely different person than he had imagined. Jake loved someone who didn't exist. He liked the imaginary version of Lucas.

"Jake, please," Lucas whispered. Jake could tell that all Lucas felt right now was confusion, fear, pity, and pain. He didn't like that expression.

"I'd like to leave now" he said coldly, wiping his tears.

"Jake please, what the hell is wrong? Can we forget- I mean, let's just chill"

The borrower wanted to forget. He did. He also wanted to answer. But he felt a feeling that made him stop in his trucks. He only took a bit of the special herb because he wanted to reveal who he really was. Shit. He realised he could become tiny any moment now. He paled. Oh hell, not here, not now, anywhere but here. He was next to the person who would kill him if that happened. He wanted to run, to hide, to do anything, but he couldn't. Fear freezed him.

"Jake, I'm begging you, we need to explain this calmly.." Lucas took a deep breath to calm himself down. Meanwhile, Jake had a panic attack. He was about to shrink. He didn't know if he would change if he did twitch. He couldn't even breathe, Lucas noticed.

"What's happening?" he asked timidly and gently, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. Jake panicked and immediately pushed Lukas away with all his might, taking a few steps back himself. He panicked when he realized he was shrinking. He narrowed his eyes tightly and after a moment he felt that the pain and tension that bound him disappear. Usually it was a pleasant feeling, but not this time. Now he was afraid to open his eyes. He was scared to say at last, he was terrified. As soon as he heard a gasp that was way too loud, he realized it had happened. He shrunk before Lucas's eyes. He opened his eyes uncertainly and looked up. Too high. Lucas was too high up. It was hard for Jake to breathe, and his body began to tremble. Lucas stood there, being gigantic, staring down at him with wide eyes. Another tear rolled down Jake's cheek.

Lucas smiled.

Oh fuck.

#giant/tiny #g/t angst #gianttiny fearplay #g/t fearplay #gt related #gt community #size difference #g/t writing

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Soft Bucky

Here's another little ficlet, Steve/Bucky this time cause I've also been back on an avengers kick. Also just prevent that civil war didn't happen.

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It was weird living here, in Tony Starks skyscraper compound. As soon as Bucky had come back to Steve the Avenger's had accepted him with open arms - well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration-. They were definitely all a little scared of him, but they'd always been nice.

Tony had offered him a room on the same floor as Steve, which he'd accepted. It's not like he had anywhere else to go. Although it hadn't been long before he and Steve were sleeping in the same bed again, so his room went unused most of the time. He knew they'd all noticed, but no one had said anything.

The good thing about living in the compound though, was that there was always a lot going on, which meant that Bucky could easily blend into the background and not be noticed. He could always slip away if things got to be too much or if he needed to be alone, and Steve understood that.

It was also good for trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with Steve without anyone noticing that he'd been watching him out of the corner of his eye for this entire debriefing. Most of them were too busy arguing about something stupid and there were at least three separate conversations going on.

"Hey," Bucky said under his breath, giving Steve a nudge with his elbow, "You okay?"

"Fine," Steve shrugged. But he didn't look fine.

Bucky must've looked skeptical, because Steve gave him a slight smile -that looked more like a grimace- and nudged Bucky back. Oh yeah, Bucky thought, that makes it so much more believable. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Steve could be so stupid sometimes.

"What do you think Rogers?" Tony's voice cut through Bucky's internal monologue, and he realized that the attention had been turned to them.

"Steve?" Nat asked when he didn't respond. Bucky was frozen under their eyes, even though they were mostly looking at Steve.

"I-" Steve started to speak but cut off abruptly, "I'm sorry," he gasped out, then jumped up out of his chair and bolted to the corner of the room where he promptly bent over the trash can and puked.

That was enough to snap Bucky out of his thoughts. The crowd suddenly forgotten, he jumped up as well, moving to stand next to Steve, placing one hand on his back and the other on his hip, rubbing gently, just like he used to do all those years ago when Steve would get sick.

"Aw Stevie, I knew something was wrong," Bucky sighed. Steve was no longer actively throwing up, but he was still hunched over the trashcan coughing and gagging.

"Easy darling, you're all done," Bucky said, wrapping his metal arm around Steve's waist to help support him, he could feel him shaking. He needed to get Steve sitting down.

"Buck.." Steve groaned, letting Bucky take some of his weight.

"I know Stevie," he shushed him, brushing his hair out of his eyes with his other hand.

That was when he remembered that he had an audience. Shit. Well, if they hadn't figured out the nature of his and Steve's relationship they sure had now. He turned his head to find them all silently gawking at the scene happening in front of them.

Bucky winced, hating the attention. But it wasn't about him right now, he just needed to get Steve taken care of. He swallowed hard.

"Can someone push a chair over here?" he asked.

No one moved for a moment, then Clint stood up, pushing one of the empty chairs over toward them. Without saying anything he grabbed Steve under one arm and helped Bucky lower him down into the chair.

"Thank you," Bucky said, avoiding meeting Clint's eyes.

Clint nodded, "I'll go get him some water," he added before heading out of the room.

"Hey, that came on pretty quick huh?" Bucky said softly, crouching down in front of Steve's chair, one hand on Steve's leg.

"M'sorry," Steve mumbled, slumping down further in the chair so he could lean his head against the back.

"Don't, it's okay, I've got you," he looked up, glancing at the others who were all still quietly observing, "We've got you," he amended.

"I don't feel good," Steve said quietly.

"Yeah I know you don't. We'll get you up to bed in a minute okay? Just rest for a second first," Bucky said, standing up and moving to Steve's side to drape an arm around his shoulders. Steve leaned his head against Bucky's side, pressing against him.

Bucky stared down at the floor, waiting for Clint to come back and break this horrible awkward silence. They were all staring.

"I didn't know cap could even get sick," Tony said after a few more moments of quiet.

"Neither did we," Bucky answered, looking up at the group for the first time. They all just looked worried, sympathetic. They weren't judging him, or Steve, they were just worried.

Maybe he liked living here after all.

#avengers #marvel #steve and bucky #sick steve #caretaker bucky #soft bucky #tony stark #natasha romanov #captain america #winter soldier #clint barton

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wildlife4life · 1 year

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6x16 Coda: Lost and Found (Again)

Just as promised! AO3 Link

It’s been almost 2 years since whole ‘Chimney lost the ring’ debacle and after every finger pointed which way, it turned out Chimney’s own daughter was the thief, unintentionally (‘You’re lucky she didn’t swallow it.’ Shut up Ravi.). Apologies were exchanged between everyone, and life went on.

Lessons were not learned though.

Because this time it was Eddie who brought in a delicate silver band surrounding a ring of sapphires to the firehouse. And again, Ravi became the voice reason that was ignored, “Why would you bring it here? Buck works here! And remember what happened last time?!” He flung his arm towards Chimney.

Said man, who was now married to the woman who actually found the ring, just rolled his eyes, “Yes Jee took it and had nothing to do with any of us.”

“But you blamed all of us!” Ravi exclaimed.

“And I’m not letting her nor any child near this ring. It is also not going in my med bag or locker. It is going into Bobby’s office, where it will be locked away until I propose.” Eddie explained, taking the small blue box from Hen.

“When did I agree to this?” Bobby asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“The same time you gave me you’re blessing.” Eddie smirked then held out the box for his captain to take.

Bobby chuckled and swiped the ring box out of the younger man’s hand, “Didn’t know my blessing went more than one way, but I’m happy to help.”

“Go lock it away now. I am not putting this firehouse through another scavenger hunt.”

Bobby gave a half-ass solute before strolling off towards his office.

“You seem very confident about this.” Hen points out.

“Yea, I feel like I’m owed a freak out from you, since you got witness my own while I questioned my own proposal.” Chim snarked.

Eddie laughed, “Well for one, Buck and I have talked about marriage, and not just because it was suggested by our accountant.” Chim stuck his tongue out at that, “Two, the proposal is already planned, and three, I know Buck is sure thing. Has been since we got together. Maybe even before then.”

“Ugh you mean the ‘Buck and Eddie pinning era’. God I am so glad that is long over. Those few months after the bridge collapse were torture!” Ravi whined.

And he had Eddie there. Buck and Eddie were insufferable after being pulled from the rubble of the bridge. Attached even more securely at the hip, always staring after one another, both too scared to admit out loud how much love they had, how much of a family they already were. Eventually Eddie got fed up and just planted a very awkward kiss to Buck’s lip on a random Tuesday morning before shift in Eddie’s kitchen.

They filled out HR paperwork that afternoon.

“What are the chances that Buck buys a ring and tries to propose before you do?” Chimney asked.

Rolling his eyes, Eddie shook his head, “Not going to happen. He would have brought Christopher in on it and my son is loyal to me first, meaning I will know the moment Buck even thinks about proposing. And Chris has already promised to do everything in his power to make sure my proposal goes off without a hitch, which includes stopping Buck.”

“Ah so Chris is on this. No surprise there.” Hen remarked. “So how are you going to propose?”

Eddie gave them all a huge smile, “I thought you’d never asked.”

That afternoon Maddie stopped by the firehouse and loudly declared, “Eddie Diaz, I really hope you didn’t bring the very ring you’re going to propose to my brother with to the firehouse! And without even showing it to me first!”

Internally Eddie rolled his eyes, but externally, he was much more respectable to Buck’s big sister. “Your brother is very nosy, so hiding it in Bobby’s office was the best solution. I will happily show it to you. And stop acting like I haven’t taken any of your input on the proposal itself.”

Maddie huffed, “If it weren’t for me and Josh there is no way you could have gotten in with Dodger’s stadium crew.” But followed Eddie up to Bobby’s office.

Bobby didn’t even argue and opened the safe under his desk. Then stiffened. “Oh god not again.” He grumbled.

Eddie palmed his entire face, “It’s gone, isn’t it?” Behind him Maddie groaned.

Bobby tore through the interior of the safe, throwing out muffled apologies and curses, “Damnit, Eddie I’m so sorry. I don’t how this could have happened. This is the first time I’ve opened the safe today since putting the box inside.”

“And you made no stops between the kitchen and here?” Eddie asked frustration bleeding into his voice.

“No, I came straight here.” Bobby answered then slammed the safe door, a muttered “Fuck”, under his breath.

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, “Who else knows the code to the safe?”

“You really think someone took it? Why?” Bobby questioned then quickly backtracked, “You know what, never mind. This may be too far for a prank, but it really is the most reasonable explanation.”

Maddie sighed, “Unfortunately I think my husband is your top suspect.”

They corner Chimney moments later and all it takes is slightly ticked off wife staring him down for him to spill, “Okay I took it. I just- Look man, I just wanted to make you sweat a little! Just get a taste of what you all put me through. Also, you’re kind of one upping me with the whole jumbotron on LA Dodgers Pride Night.”

“Howard, Buck wants and deserves the grand proposal! And Eddie wants to give it! You knew before I proposed to you through dispatch, that I wanted a more intimate and very less public proposal. So just, apologize and give the ring back.” Maddie admonished.

Chimney apologized and led their small group to the ambulance. He pulled open one of the top compartments, dug around and then, “Um… so don’t be mad.”

“Howard Han, you did not lose another ring?! And one that isn’t even yours?!” Maddie scolded, while Eddie jumped into the rig to stare the paramedic down and dig around the open compartment himself.

“Chim this isn’t funny. Where is it?” Eddie growled.

Chimney squeezed around the gurney, putting the solid object between him and the man that was becoming increasingly angry, “I don’t know! I didn’t think anyone else would even open that compartment today. You know it holds equipment that is rarely used.”

Eddie spun around and opened his mouth to tell him off, but was interrupted by Johnson poking his head around, “Hey Diaz, hold off on ripping Han’s limbs off. I found your ring box while swapping out the equipment with the models that came in. I gave it to Wilson before we went out on call.”

Chimney let out a huge breath of release and Eddie slightly relaxed his agitated stance, “Thanks’ Johnson.”

“No problem. And congrats, Buckley and you deserve each other.” Then the other firefighter strolled away.

“Well at least we know the most responsible person in the house has the ring.” Bobby pointed out.

Hen did not have the ring. “I’m sorry Eddie. I completely forgot to tell you after we were called to that MVA. But I shoved it in my locker, and it should still be there.”

It was not there.

“Oh my god.” Eddie groaned and dropped his head to the locker door next to Hen’s with a solid ‘thunk’ that echoed in the room.

Hen pulled every single item out of her locker, throwing it onto the floor, “I swear Eddie, I shoved it in here right after the bell rang.”

“Did you lock it?” Chimney asked keeping a solid 5 feet between himself and Eddie.

“Of course not. Why would anyone go through our lockers? That’s just rude.” Hen answered.

“Did anyone see you putting in your locker?” Bobby asked.

Hen sighed, shook her head, and began the task of picking up her belongings from the floor, “I have no clue. A lot of people were running around to get to the call, and I was in an understandable rush.” She paused and looked over at Eddie, “I am so sorry Eddie.”

Eddie reached out and squeezed her shoulder, “Nothing to apologize for. You were only trying to help.”

She nodded then continued, “So not that I want to make our fellow firefighters out to be criminals or anything, but who is our next suspect?”

The background noise of the working firehouse that paused for no one was their only answer.

Then Chim piped up, “You know there is one person who has been suspiciously absent during this whole missing second ring business.”

They all turned towards him, perplexed. Then is dawned on Eddie. “Ravi.”

“I told you it was a bad idea to bring the ring to the firehouse.” Ravi immediately defended when they found him. He was casually lounging against the kitchen counter with the ring box sitting right next to him.

“Were you just waiting for here for the dramatic reveal?” Chimney accused, trying, and failing to sound upset.

Ravi shrugged, “No one listened to me last time and lessons needed to be learned.”

Eddie stomped over and snatched the ring box up, “What the hell man? Did you take it from Hen’s locker?”

“That is such an invasion of privacy.” Hen remarked sounding slightly annoyed.

The youngest member of their team shook his head, “No it was lying on the locker room floor, and Hen’s locker was open. Must have fallen out. So being the kind and good fireman I am, took it upon myself to safeguard the ring.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us or even just return it after finding it?” Bobby imposed.

Ravi gave them all a very stern look, “Lesson’s needed to be learned.” Then he smirked, “And it was fun watching you all scramble around, especially the part where Eddie almost bit off Chimney’s head.”

Eddie stared at Ravi in disbelief, along with the rest of his found family. Chimney spluttered in anger. Hen looked like she was ready to strangle him. Maddie was clearly fed up with the whole lot of them. And Bobby, turned his face skyward, possibly in prayer for his patience with the children he must deal with.

Eventually Eddie decided not to be upset. Ravi did find the ring, preventing another Chimney ring blunder, and maybe they should have listened to him. “Alright Panikkar, lesson learned. Thank you for safeguarding the ring.” Eddie turns to Chimney, “You are no longer allowed in the wedding party. Honestly, I’m think I’ll make you an usher.”

“Buck-“Chimney started to object.

“What about Buck?” Said man appeared at the top of the loft stairs and the entire group startled.

Without even thinking, Eddie shoved the ring box back into Ravi hands and harshly whispered, “Keeping safeguarding this. You’re officially the ring bearer for the wedding!”

Wide eyed and slightly fearful, Ravi nodded and shoved the ring box into his pants pocket.

“Buck, hey man what are you doing here?!” Chimney exclaimed just a bit too enthusiastically.

Oh god, the missing ring may not have derailed Eddie’s proposal, but he had a feeling Chimney’s luck with proposals would somehow find a way.

Hope ya'll enjoyed. I know its more of a future coda fic, but I brought in several elements from this weeks episode.

#911 fox #911 spoilers #6x16 coda #buddie #buddie ficlet #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie díaz #chimney han #hen wilson #ravi panikkar #maddie buckley #bobby nash #yes another missing ring #when will they learn?#future fic #buddie coda

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It was only a cough: Ch #9 Chromatic orb

Holy shit! It's the next chapter! Huge thanks to @ravendruid for helping me out whenever I needed it! I hope y'all enjoy! And of course here's the ao3 link to the story!

Percy lay atop the van on his stomach, gun at the ready, eyes trained on the front doors and windows for any sign of trouble. Yet his mind and ears remain focused on the two conversing below him. It’d started with whispers but gradually grew to a normal conversational volume after a while, to be honest, he reckons they’ve forgotten that he lay above them, easily eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Five bucks that Vax will be the one needing to get patched up.” Scanlan declares, where Percy would expect Keyleth to say something in defense of Vax or to tell the short man to knock it off she instead snorts.

“That’s not a bet I’d go against.” She says with a sigh. “He’s always more reckless after something happens to me, well, or Vex.” Scanlan just hums in agreeance, with the light clinking of what could only be him swinging his legs back and fore to where it’s hitting the bumper of the car.

Gods does he wish he could see the expressions the two have on their faces, instead he’s left to play the game of context clues. The two of them have been hemming and hawing about how horrid everything has become and how they constantly have to be the ones to keep everything light-hearted, with a few nods to Pike at least attempting to do the same.

‘Giving credit where it's due’ he catches Keyleth say. It’s truly mindboggling and eye-opening to hear their flow of discussion, it sounds both old and new like they’ve had this same conversation with slightly different words many many times. Which in all fairness makes sense, the two are almost always the ones left behind to guard whatever the group was currently calling home whether that's his van or some building they cleared. Doesn’t make it hurt any less that Keyleth goes to Scanlan with these thoughts instead of him.

It’s his shuffling that reminds them that he’s there, that he’s listening in, that he now knows some of their secrets. They fall silent once more. At least until Scanlan speaks.

“So, it snowed a bit last night.” An emotion that Percy couldn’t place takes hold of the musically inclined man’s voice. He hears Keyleth hum in agrenece before he hears the short man continue. “Think it’s going to again?”

Percival’s swears his confusion spreads to even his bones. Sure, Keyleth knows the weather better than everyone in the group but even he knew it was a definite probability to snow again. It’s too damn cold for it not too, not to mention it has been for the last week. Keyleth gives off a long sigh before silence reigns over them again.

He swears for a moment that they’d spend the entire time they waited for the others in silence till Keyleth speaks. “You don’t have to talk in codes, Percy is going to ask me the same question at some point regardless might as well answer it at the same time.”

“Okay. You doing okay? Like really, no stuffy nose, coughs aren’t hurting, no crippling pain or anything?” Suddenly it feels like Percy shouldn’t be hearing this, it’s unbelievably rare to hear such concern in the smaller man's voice that it almost feels like committing some sort of violation to be hearing it. “Cause I got to say. You scared the complete shit out of me when I found you. You looked like you were begging for death.” Percy is starting to regret Keyleth’s decision to forego the code words, as much as he wants to know if she’s okay the memory of what she looked like just a week or so ago is traumatizing in its own right.

“I’m okay, coughing a bit here and there but no pain. At least nothing more than the usual aches and pains.” Her voice is small but he doesn’t hear even a hint of a lie in her voice. “I know we joked about it a bit before but I’m more so focused on the others right now. I don’t have a good feeling about this, how about you guys?”

“I’m-” A loud rumble blasts through the air before Percival can finish even the first part of his sentence, rain starting to dribble down afterward. The two below him shift, knocking things about the van in their surprise, as Percy quickly finds his way off the roof of the van and into the back. A waterlogged gun would be horrific with them so close to what they're guessing is a hoard.

As they get resituated, Scanlan is more inside the van than before and Keyleth and Percy stay at the open backdoors, the rain starts to fall in sheets.

Pike is having a bad fucking time. The adrenaline in her body is helping her but gods will she be sore tomorrow not to mention it appears that it’s started to storm outside. Fucking great! Vex isn’t running as fast as her and Grog, Vax is purposely staying behind with her. Grog’s been doing a good job of clearing the path for them but it’s still not as fast as she’d like, to be honest, she has half the mind to have them break through another window to at least get outside. Actually, that could work.

“Grog! If you see a window that goes outside smash it! We’ll get out that way!” She can tell he’s heard her by his louder-than-usual grunt. This plan comes with its own risks, Injuries caused by broken glass are no joke but at the same time, it’s better than being eaten alive by a hoard of debilitating undead.

If they don’t lose anything in their haste this will actually be a great haul, she isn’t too sure on how much the boys found but Vex and her hit the jackpot for painkillers and antibiotics. They will be using some of those as soon as they get back to the van but luckily that won’t actually put that big of a dent into the supply.

Pike’s no stranger to anxiety, none of them are, but she’s starting to understand how Keyleth must feel close to a daily basis. Gods, how does she function like this? The last time they’d been in a hospital was when she almost died. It was excruciating. Being torn apart like a pinata but instead of candy it was flesh, if the others hadn’t gotten to her in time she has the feeling she would’ve figured out what her own intestines looked like.

“Pickle!” Vax’s voice shatters the fog that’d started swirling in Pike’s head, she’d slowed down. She’s a hell of a lot closer to Vax and Vex now than she was. Head in the game. You’re well you’re not safe but you are mobile, so move! She shouts inwardly to herself with a shake of her head, speeding up again to catch up to Grog who’d suddenly taken a sharp turn.

She doesn’t have to wonder for long as to why he changed directions when the beautiful sound of glass breaking and cascading onto the floor reaches her ears. It’s a good break not much glass is left on the bottom meaning they’re less likely to stab themselves which is good cause they don’t have time to be cautious.

“Everyone out! Now!” She shouts as she jumps and tumbles out the window.

Thick mud, small glass shards, and deafening rain greets her as she hits the ground, her face and parts of her body hurt but she doesn’t focus on that as she rushes up to get out of the way as Vax leaps out. His landing is a lot more grateful than hers in the sense he doesn’t fall flat on his face but she doesn’t miss the loud hiss and grunt that leaves him as he hobbles back to the window to help Vex get through. Once Vex is out nothing happens for a second and Pike’s heart starts to drop before Grog bursts through the window, as soon as he stands up they’re running again.

It’s pouring and Pike can barely see in front of her face, it’s like having a perpetual waterfall in front of her, but she can see just enough to know where she’s going. In no way is it easy, she hears and in some cases feels the others almost slip occasionally.

It takes what feels like hours but most likely was only a few minutes till she sees the van, she commands her legs to run just a bit faster.

“Freddie! Start the fucking car!” Vax shouts and gods his voice is going to join her nightmares. He’s scared, gods when isn’t this poor man scared? First, his girlfriend gets sick which can be life-threatening for her but now his twin sister is hurt. Pike just wants to bundle everyone up in a blanket and put them in a safe, dry, warm bunker but she can’t and it hurts.

#critical role #keyleth #criticalrole #vax'ildan #vax #vaxleth #criticalrole fanfic #critical role fanfiction #vex'ahlia #pike trickfoot #pike #grog strongjaw #grog #percy de rolo #scanlan shorthalt #apocolaypse au

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Don't Make Me Say It (What Would I Even Say?)

Summary: Frankly, Eddie knows that most of those things aren't exactly memories. Just specifics that his brain either latched onto or fabricated after the fact, desperate to understand and process and know. But either way they're in there, when he remembers.

Buck's eyes, wild above him. Wild with fear.

or...

Eddie lies about what he remembers from the shooting. He lies because, honestly, he doesn't know how he's supposed to say it.

Word Count: 965

Warnings: Brief discussions / descriptions of the shooting and subsequent trauma

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Okay, so when Eddie said he remembered the initial impact, remembered thinking “this is the last moment of my life,” remembered waking up… Well, okay, so he might have lied. And that’s not to say he didn’t remember those moments, and that they don’t carry weight when he thinks back on that day. It’s just that Eddie also remembers—

Eddie also remembers Buck.

A lot of— that day, the shooting, is a haze. Separate flashes of pain and fear. Blood. Confusion. It's fair to say that on the bad days, only his body really remembers the shooting and the panic jolting through him, but on the good days he doesn't think about it at all. On the good days, he'd probably be able to make a list of things he remembers from it.

Probably not scenes, not whole moments, aside for the very first impact. The hospital, too, has the solidity and depth of an entire scene in time. But mostly the list would just be details.

This is it.

Eddie doesn't remember having any specific urge, lying on the pavement, to reach out his hand, but he could describe the rasp of asphalt on the meat of his palm, his fingertips, as they scrabbled just barely forward.

He can recall, in a vague sort of way that makes him unsure if it's just from one of his reoccurring night terrors, staring blankly at the side of the fire engine and seeing the red paint suddenly get replaced with a splotch of silver, hole torn through it by a bullet. It was like a paintball, like watching a movie, watching something splatter from one solid colour to a pockmarked surface in one blink to the next.

This is it.

Eddie had been facing Buck when it happened. Fell at a weird angle. Didn't know where to look as he slumped to the ground. Felt like his whole body had been put in the spin cycle, setting on high. His brain thought in spirals and his body felt like he was still falling, still getting hit and tumbled over and over and over again.

There's other things, too. The sky framed by a sideways tilt of shiny red metal. The way sometimes Eddie's mind gets the timing wrong, and the calm chatter that had been going on continues after he gets shot. A minute-long delay, where he's on the ground and the world is calmly going on as usual. It's worse when the screams start before the gunshots.

This is it.

Frankly, Eddie knows that most of those things aren't exactly memories. Just specifics that his brain either latched onto or fabricated after the fact, desperate to understand and process and know. But either way they're in there, when he remembers.

Buck's eyes, wild above him. Wild with fear.

This is the last moment of my life.

And this part isn't just a single detail, but an entire moment, pulled long and syrupy from Eddie's mind. "That's it," he'd said. Just the impact, the hospital. The thought, 'this is the last moment of my life.'

But the truth was, Eddie had been looking at Buck when he'd thought it.

He'd been looking at Buck, and he had been scared, throat choking on air, on the way he couldn't get his tongue to work right, and Buck had been looking back at him. Eddie doesn't remember it all, whether he said anything, whether Buck did, but Eddie remembers looking at Buck. And when he looked at Buck, he thought "This is the last moment of my life," and he wasn't so scared anymore.

So... Yeah. That's it, Eddie tells Buck, and it's not quite a lie. He doesn't know how to even begin to understand the expression on Buck's face when he says it, so he doesn't try. There's some things from that day that neither of them will ever be able to say out loud. That's okay. That's— That's part of processing. Knowing what you can say without it bleeding you dry.

Eddie's been working on it, too, so he gets it. He doesn't think either of them has ever talked about the shooting before, not so casually, and he knows that it wasn't just his inability to talk about it that kept them from addressing it.

But here they are, and Buck died, okay, Buck was dead and now he's not, and Eddie gets it. The things you can say out loud and the things you don't even know how to think about.

And Buck sought Eddie out, crashed on Eddie's couch, asked Eddie about what he remembers. So Eddie tells him.

Eddie tells him that he's gonna feel a lot of different ways about it, and he thinks that's the right thing to say because it's true, and also because Buck needs to be told for once in his life that feeling things big and overwhelming, and even contradictory, is okay. You just gotta let yourself feel it. Because once you let yourself feel it, you can begin to really process it.

Looking at Buck now, sitting in his kitchen, eyes still round with sleep, Eddie lets himself feel it.

This is it. This is the last moment of my life.

Buck's wild blue eyes...

Eddie says, "Every day you open your eyes in the morning, you feel a little less surprised the world is still there," and doesn't say that he remembers Buck looking at him.

Just because he lets himself feel it, doesn't mean he knows how to say it. Doesn't know how to put those words into the open air.

But he looks at Buck, and he lets himself feel it. Lets himself try to process.

He keeps his eyes open and, wouldn't you know it, the world is still there.

#tim types <3 #timothy's txts.#9-1-1 fic #buddie fic

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