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buckistheman · 2 years

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So this was supposed to be a little what if imaginary but it escalated like eddie‘s relationship with Ana.

Tags: Buck has a praise kink / Controlled orgasm (kind of) / DomSub vibes (kind of) / No smut (they do talk about it though) / first kiss / Eddie coming out / Buck coming out / Buck cries but only for a moment /

WHAT IF eddie would have called buck and left a message like "hey buck me and chris are at the beach. Come over if you want to when you are done." OR "me and chris are waiting for you at the beach." And what if buck purposely didn't pick up when eddie called or it took him too long to consider if he should pick up or not and what to say and he panics but then eddie leaves the message and buck listens to it. And what if right when he wants to start the fire alarm goes off in the clinic due to technical issues. And when Buck arrives at the beach and sits down next to eddie the first thing he says is "The fire alarm went off before i could start. I start to think that the universe doesn't want me to do it."

And eddie looks over at him, "What about you? Do you want to do it?"

Buck takes a moment to think, "I do want to help them."

"You want to help everyone because you care a lot about other people."

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing."

"It's not. But you make other people a priority without thinking about yourself. And that hurts me. Seeing that you think you don't matter."

"I just wanted to help them, Eddie."

"I know you do. And that's one of the things I love about you."

Buck stops breathing for a second because we all know he would at the word love directed at him no matter the context. Eddie looks over and takes his sunglasses off for the first time his arrived at the beach and looks at Buck, "You coming here, saying you think the universe doesn't want you to do it gives me the impression that you don't really want to do it."

"I do." Buck argues.

"But for the wrong reasons."

"You don't know that."

"I Know that you didn't mention anything about this to me, at all. And Frank would say to you if he was here that refusing yourself to jerk off is coming from a different fear than the one you pretend it is."

"I didn't come here for a free therapist session with my best friend." Buck huffs.

"And yet you came. And you are still here. You are scared, Buck. Fucking terrified. That's why you haven't jerked off. Just the thought of it is pushing you nearly into a panic attack." Buck clenches his jaw but doesn't reply. "I know you want to help them. And you do. But your fear of being left is so strong, you hope by doing it and giving them a piece of yourself, they'll keep the door open for you when you are alone again."

Eddie watches the tears shooting into Buck's eyes. Buck sniffs his nose when he turns his head to look straight ahead to the water. "I Know that they don't owe me anything."

"I know you know it. But I also know that you still hope they will."

Buck wipes over his eyes with his arm. Eddie reaches out and pulls Buck into his chest. "I hated saying all of that as much as you hated hearing it. But you can't do this for the wrong reasons. Talk through all of that with Dr.Copeland and then maybe next year you still can help them if that’s what you want.”

Buck sniffs a few more times and accepts the tissue that Eddie is handing him.

“I guess you are right,” Buck says, voice still thick from the short cry, “I thought that my fear of touching myself was because I worried not being good enough, fucking up if I don’t keep the swimmers in there.”

„You are good enough, do you hear me. You have always been. Me and Chris, we are so lucky to have you.“

„I think that‘s my biggest fear.“ Buck says, voice breaking halfway through.

Eddie furrows his eyebrows and pulls away a bit to look at Buck.

„Maddie has Chim and Yee-Jun. Bobby has Athena and May and Harry. Hen has Karen and Denny. You have Chris.“ Buck says.

„You have me and Chris.“

„Only until you date again.“ Buck says, a fresh tear dropping out of his eyes and scrolling down his cheek.

Eddie let‘s go of a heavy breath and let‘s his forehead drop to Buck‘s. Then he takes a deep breath and pulls away again, „I am not, Buck.“ he says with a shake of his head. He raises both of his hands to rub his palms over his face for a beat, then he leans forward on the chair, ellbows resting on his knees, eyes looking out at the ocean where Chris is with his surfing instructors.

Buck watches him with a furrows eyebrow, „Just because things didn‘t work out with Ana, doesn‘t mean you have to give up on trying.“

Eddie snorts, „Didn‘t work is way too kind, Buck. It escalated.“

„You just weren‘t ready. She was your first girlfriend since Shannon. You have done a lot of therapy since then. I am sure with your next girlfriend things will be better.“

„I‘m gay, Buck.“ Eddie forces out. His pointer-fingers are now digging into his eyes.

The moment of silence between them make Eddie seconds away from panicing. But then he hears an amused huff of laughter next to him. Eddie snaps his eyes at Buck who is looking at him with a coy grin, „Looks like I haven‘t been the only one keeping secrets here.“

Eddie rolls his eyes as a smile grows on his lips. Buck‘s smile is contagious, ok. Don‘t judge him.

„That explains your math date. I started to worry that my best friend is very lame at dates.“

„Shut up,“ Eddie huffs a laugh and knocks his knee against Buck‘s before looking at him. Buck is looking back with a soft look.

„Thank you for telling me, for trusting me.“

„I would have said it sooner but when is the right time for a comming out when you are in your 30‘s.“

„Apparently on a beach after you brought up all of your best friend‘s deepest fears.“

„I‘m sorry Buck. I just-“ Eddie sighs.

„Eddie,“ Buck interrupts him, „You are right. I-uh- I was too scared to even think what you said. I needed you to say it. I should thank you, actually.“

„That‘s what a best friend is for.“ Eddie mumbles.

„So,“ Buck starts, by the sound of his voice clearly changing the subject. „a future boyfriend for you.“ he prompts and let‘s his eyes skip to a group of men playing volleyball close by.

„Buck,“ Eddie hisses, „I am not looking right now. Not interessted.“

„Why not? Looking is fine. You don‘t have to do anything that you are not ready for. And anyways, you are talking to the right person. I can give you tips on, you know.“

„What does that mean?“ Eddie asks, side eyeing Buck.

„I‘m Bi. I have a lot experience.“

Eddie blinks at Buck, taken aback.

„You knew I am Bi, right?“

„I did not.“

„Huh,“ Buck hums, „Well, now you know.“ He catches eyes with a man walking by and exchanging a flirting smile with him.

„Stop that.“ Eddie laughs. He wants to slap Buck‘s knee but it turns more into a soft pat. The hand stays there, too.

„You know in the porn I was given I saw a model who looked a bit like you.“ Buck mentioned.

„You have gone four weeks without jerking off, Buck. You really need to take care of that before you do something that you might regret later.“

„It‘s your hand on my leg right now. That‘s not helping.“

Eddie‘s brain decides to let his eyes skip to his hand on Buck‘s leg instead of giving the signal to his hand to leave Buck‘s leg. It is also totally an accident that he can see Buck‘s cock twitching in his pants through the corner of his eyes.

The five seconds it takes for Eddie to take his hand back is still too long.

„I think I am going to go and take care of that.“ Buck announces.

„You don‘t have to go.“ Eddie says.

„I know, but I do want to take care of, you know.“

„The surfing lesson is about to finish. Come home with us.“

„I don‘t think I can wait, sorry.“

„Then go ahead. We‘ll be there soon.“

„Eddie, do you want me to spill it out for you.“ Buck says.

„I have a shower, you know.“

Buck blinks at him.

„Do I have to spill it out for you?“ Eddie echoes.

Buck opens and closes his mouth.

„Damn, it. Buck.“ Eddie curses under his breath and pulls Buck in by the collar of his shirt. Their noses bumb first before their lips meet in a soft kiss. Eddie feels the breath on his lips that Buck let‘s go after the peck he gave him. Then it‘s Buck who presses his lips back against his. Eddie kisses back a few times before pulling away. „If you can wait a little bit longer,“ he huffs, „You can show me a thing or two.“

„I would love to, but I really don‘t know if I can wait.“ Buck replies.

„I know you can do it.“ Eddie leans back a bit to lock eyes with him. „You have waited four weeks. I am sure you can wait three more hours.“

„Three hours.“ Buck squeezes his eyes shut.

„You don‘t have to, of course. I just- I would just like to see you like that.“

„You were the one who told me half an hour ago to not put other people‘s wants before my own.“

„I did. But I know you are a people pleaser. And, I think it would be very satisfying for you, too. I mean after four weeks. And having someone else with you, touching you.“

Buck clears his throat as he feels a shiver going through him, he licks his lips „You should have told me sooner that you are a dirty talker. With a few kinks.“

„I am sure I am not the only one here with a kink.“

Buck puckers his lips, „I have never-“ he stumbles, „Kinks so far were never a thing in my sexual experience.“

„Are you sure?“ Eddie raises his eyebrow and leans in, „I think you really would enjoy if I tell you later how proud I am of you for waiting.“

A whimper leaves Buck‘s throat, „I am going ahead and if you say anything else like that I am coming in my pants untouched, right here, right now.“

Eddie grins at him, „See you in a bit. And uh- we‘ll talk later, more about.“

„But after,“ Buck emphasizes and makes a gesture to his crotch.

Eddie laughs, „Whatever you wish.“

Buck leans in and presses another peck to Eddie‘s lips before nearly running towards his car.

„Drive carefully.“ Eddie calls after him.

Buck lifts his middle finger into the hair, making Eddie laugh out loud behind him.

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#buddie feels #i wrote this after watching the ep #and i really awnt to scream right now

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larksinging · 6 years

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and how about... just ramble about an au you have? it can be for a particular character or dynamic or denny thing or whatever, your choice, but just talk about some details of it to your heart's content

alright ive been really into a westworld au for laurel lately so. yknow.

my idea centers around the concept that laurel-2 was another character written over laurel-1. this is the only au where im okay with them not being as distinct separate individuals. i think my idea was... laurel (and sara) were the sheriff’s daughters in some small town kind of on the edge of the medium-intensity zone and the high-intensity zone. sooo there were lots of bandit raids, mostly black hats and a few really daring white hats coming out there. laurel was intended to be, again, kind of damselled where you could save her, or... well. but she also had just a few weapons privileges (sheriff’s daughter!) so that some really creative guest could sort of scoop her up and “”corrupt her””. or bring her on a good revenge quest, but that was rarer

at some point they wrote out sara to send her off to wherever the westworld version of the league was. and while laurel’s original cornerstone was her family, and they just tweaked it for a dead sister, something about that still sort of... broke her. so they repurposed her to be an outlaw who could guide black hats around in that general area. that’s laurel-2. her loop involved looking for her lost family, going to (leading anyone) to pariah, and then dying or falling mercy to the guest’s whims. god writing these kinds of things out is brutal

anyways i talked about, at some point towards the end maybe she would’ve broken out of her loop a bit and ended up falling in with wyatt’s cult. they seem like they’d take hosts who were half-awake like that. so that’s probably where she was when the whole ford thing went down...

and while, yknow, she’d fit in well enough with them, i think they’d be a part of her that just kind of wanted to go off on her own and find her family. that cornerstone’s hard to shake. maybe she’d sneak away at some point and do that. or... i don’t know, it’d kind of depend

RELATED, a few westworld aus for other characters: actually i feel like maive could be really interesting?? the show never really goes into what animal hosts are like. and its probably safe to assume they dont have complex consciousness as the human-modeled host. but what if. what if.

maria, also. honestly maria is kind of bernard if bernard was in a horror story. either some of the designers/writers/higher ups make a vague version of james (is he corporate delos?)’s dead wife, but like Sexy and a Host to make him feel better. maybe she’s a trial version of delos’ project, where she was implanted with just a few vague memories with a new narrative written over. at some point they re-used her to be in the park. i.... honestly it seems like the obvious parallel is to have her work at the mariposa, or equivalent in another town. or maybe she’s in a ghost town somewhere? i don’t knoow

unrelated au: i’ve half considered whether or not to canon update laurel at some point. probably to a late or post-s7 point if i ever did (i don’t have high expectations of s8). i don’t know if that’d actually change that much about her on denny, but... if it’s after the finale, she might be a little bit more distant from sara for Timeline’s Sake. and a lot of late s7 is laurel making some really desperate bad choices, to an extent she really hasn’t on denny. that might leave her a little bit... haunted. yeah this wouldn’t be different enough, i probably wouldn’t.

#denny is a cursed place #i guess it goes in my denny tag #thanks!!#rorykillmore

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emberphantom · 4 years

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#my boyfriend's on wow talking to some of his guildies about him being bi #and one of them goes 'oh what about your gf?'#meaning like...am i also bi and i paused my show to listen to this convp #bc I'm like hmm please tell me bc like i dont even know half the time #like dennis i dont like to label it #i guess #idk idk its complicated #like I'm not straight but labeling it bi feels like I'm faking it?#ma'am these are the tags on tumblr dot com #allison says shit

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liesoverthec · 3 years

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OG 911 Character Details from Canon Pt 2

Hi y’all I’m back! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reblogged the last details post - I sort of just thought people would like it and it would die, so to see it travel and hopefully reach more writers was so great so thank you again!

Details under the cut since I went a little crazy 😅 and if this is your first time seeing this, the first part, and any future parts, can be found under this tag here!

Quick note before I get to the details - always, ALWAYS take details from dialogue or plot over details from the set or props if they contradict each other. The writers have the ultimate say over what happens on the show/for the characters, so whatever they say goes, even if it goes against something props has already laid down (eg, Chim’s birthday, sorry Libra crew. He’s an Aries or a Pisces). So keep that in mind for the future in case some of these details I have which are from props/set are changed in the future, or if you’ve noticed something yourself!

Also if you have questions, I am MORE than happy to answer them, although if you leave them in the tags on this post I’m probably gonna lose them, so if it’s something you’d genuinely like an answer to, drop it in my inbox! Besides my standard “ask” tags, I’m also tagging asks about canon details with this tag here. Every time I make a big post like this, I’m going to link all the asks I’ve gotten since the last post, but if you’re looking for more info in the mean time, that’s the other spot to look!

Buck has a grill on his patio.

Eddie doesn’t hang Christopher’s art on the fridge - instead it is either hung on the corkboard in Chris’ room to the left of the door, or Eddie puts it in an actual frame and hangs it using a hammer/nails in Christopher’s room. All the Diaz family has on their fridge is a bunch of bendy people magnets. (I absolutely ADORE him putting all this effort into treating Christopher’s art like it’s something you’d buy from a professional artist).

Info on everyone’s ages can be found here. (Little more discussion of Chim’s situation here).

Albert has a bachelor’s degree! I don’t know in what though, except that it’s some field for which is a Master’s is useful.

Athena was in a sorority in college, Delta Sigma Theta. Their website describes them as “ ...a sisterhood comprised primarily of Black, college-educated women ... [that] considers the issues impacting the Black community and boldly confronts the challenges of African Americans and, hence, all Americans ”, which I love for Athena, and feel is very in-character for her at that time in her life!

Chim is an aviators dude. When he wears sunglasses, they’re always aviators.

Athena also wears nothing but aviators.

Bobby wears square aviators.

Eddie, on the other hand, always wears Wayfarers.

Buck either doesn’t really like sunglasses or he constantly forgets he owns them, since we’ve only seen him wear them once in 60 eps, in a move I’m pretty sure was ONLY for dramatic effect.

Hen’s sunglasses change style over the seasons like her regular glasses do, but she tends to like browline sunglasses.

Info on Christopher’s school can be found here!

There are two colors of dispatch polo, and there doesn’t seem to be any rhythm or reason for who wears what. Maroon - Maddie and Linda. Blue - Josh and May. Jamal has actually worn both maroon and blue, so it doesn’t seem to be TOTALLY set in stone although I’ve never seen anyone else switch. Sue is too badass to wear a dispatch shirt.

Both Bobby and Eddie drive 4 door pickups. Bobby’s is navy. Eddie specifically has a black, 2020 GMC Denali 1500 pickup truck (in case you want to specifically look up what the inside of it looks like or what features it has 😂)

Info on the 118’s medical certifications can be found here.

Correction to Eddie’s living situation from last post: no next door neighbors, but instead UPSTAIRS neighbors. (Pointed out by Abigail in this ask). Also since someone else was wondering the notes of the last post - no, there is absolutely no discussion on the show of whether or not Eddie rents the apartment or owns it. But based on the fact that it’s 1) LA and 2) an apartment, my guess would be he rents it.

When Maddie isn’t feeling like herself, she tends to straighten her hair rather than curl it. It seems to be more when she’s uncertain about her place in her own and other people’s lives, rather than just when she’s simply worried - eg it’s straight in 2B, when she’s uncertain if she wants to continue working as a dispatcher/is unsure about her relationship with Chim.

For work, Chim, Eddie and Buck all use black duffel bags with a LAFD patch on the top. Hen uses several different cute bags, and Bobby seems to have a plain black duffel bag.

Watches - Bobby, Athena, Chim, Hen and Buck all wear their watch on their left wrist (but Athena ONLY wears hers for work, she takes it off at home.) Eddie wears his on his right wrist, and Maddie doesn’t wear one.

Chim (and Maddie by default) literally still have the exact same couch as in the pilot. (Which means that Chim has cuddled Tatiana on that couch, AND Albert has had sex on it. TIME TO GET A NEW ONE, BUCKLEY-HANS 😂)

The 118 has five different rigs - the engine (E118), the ladder truck (T118), two ambulances and the captain’s truck. 95% of the time, when the team is chilling in the cab of a rig and chatting (eg the ‘stuck under a live telephone pole’ scene in Jinx), they’re in the engine, not the truck. (Which I personally learned recently are NOT interchangeable terms!)

Athena and Michael got married when Athena was 37.

If you’d like to give Maddie a full name beyond “Maddie”, you should use Madeline. (I know, I know, in 4x04 she says Maddie is the name on her birth certificate, and that you should never use props details if they contradict script details, but I always thought that was a super weird exchange in 4x04 which could be explained by Maddie getting a nickname since she was born when Margaret and Phillip, you know, actually loved their kids and showed it, so of course Buck doesn’t get one, and in 4x04, Maddie was trying to avoid the entire issue of why she got one and Buck didn’t. But! Do what you want, and use Madeline as the full version of Maddie if you’d like, since that’s what’s on the BOLO in 2x13 😂)

Athena’s call sign is 727 L30, but she doesn’t have a specific squad car - the number changes throughout the series.

Chim really likes chewing gum, but he’s the only one out of the entire family!

The station has an Xbox One S, and it’s white.

In the real LAFD, there are stations 1 through 114. To avoid confusion while filming on the streets (I’m assuming), our fictional LAFD never uses the number of a real station. So if you want another station for a fic, and you want something that would be real in OUR universe, use the numbers 115 and above. They’ve gone as high as 221 in our universe.

Battalions - station 118 is in Battalion 7, which is also not a battalion in real Los Angeles. The 118 has interacted w/ Battalion 1, which is a real battalion, but other ‘non-real which makes them more likely for our universe’ battalions include numbers: 3, 8, 13, 16, 19 and above.

S1 Buck knew the term Jedi, but based on context, didn’t understand AT ALL the context provided by Star Wars, so there’s another edge of his pop culture limits for you.

Chim is the most tech-savvy out of everyone, hands down.

Athena has a VERY active Twitter account.

Abuela’s house number is 8902. I don’t have a street name for you unfortunately though. :/

Athena’s favorite flowers are white roses. None of the other women are really flower people.

Michael likes to wear purple.

When they’re at a call, Buck does pretty much all of the stuff with the hammer and the saw. Eddie does all the work needed with the drill.

Harry goes to Meadowbrook Elementary.

Buck lives on the fourth floor of his apartment building, across the hall from Apt. 416. The lovely @lovelessmotel found this listing for what is more or less the apartment. What happened was: the set crew rented this apartment for the one episode at the end of s2 when Buck moved in, and then over the summer before s3 built their own set of it, and changed some things - eg giving him an island, and moving the sink to a second counter against the far wall, you can see the changes here in this amazing gif set by the awesome Austen, but the listing should let you click around a little more upstairs and figure out dimensions better than what the show provides!

When Athena and Hen go out to eat together, it’s always fast food burgers and fries.

Waffles are Athena’s favorite food, and tiramisu is her favorite dessert.

Every takeout we’ve seen Buck eat has always been in a Chinese food takeout container, and we know he likes Thai food the best. EXCEPT! The one time we see him eat takeout with Eddie and Christopher, they have pizza. So take from that what you will......

Eddie has a cell phone and a landline.

Chim is a shameless multiple texter.

Chim and Bobby sleep closest to the door in their respective bedrooms (both right side of the bed if you are standing at the foot, facing the headboard), and Athena and Maddie sleep furthest away from the door (left side).

Some canon last names for other firefighters at the station in case you wanna add more people to a fic - Mitchell, Sanchez, Serrano (woman), Porter, Meyers (woman), Maxwell, Voyta

Hen and Karen really love decorating their house with dark/red wood.

Karen is Mommy and Hen is Mama.

Bobby has a brother, and a grandmother, and that’s literally ALL we know about his family outside of Marcy and the kids.

Evidence points to Eddie being the oldest child in his family.

Karen has multiple brothers (no sisters), but no idea how many - just that one of them is named Trey, and one of them lives in LA and has kids. They might be the same brother and they might not be.

Both Hen and Athena are only children.

Athena has been on the police force for 30 years.

Christopher and Denny are the same age (born in 2011), and Harry is two years older than them.

Michael lives in apartment 308.

The bank in this universe is CalAm.

Hen and Karen have a picture of Denny, May and Harry on their fireplace mantel.

Eddie having a black thumb + a lot of plants in his living room = him buying fake plants bc he likes the aesthetic ™ or someone (cough Carla cough) is taking care of them for him.

The COVID timeline in OG’s universe is fucked up compared to the real world’s, so it shouldn’t be used as a way to measure time! They just throw it in wherever it makes sense for the story they want to tell (eg the vaccines in s4 ep 8), since s3 was both done before COVID hit but also airing while it was happening. It makes absolutely no sense for May to graduate in March nor for Chris to be going to what is specifically labeled summer camp, and the vaccine plotline was INCREDIBLY early, even for real life, so don’t use anything from that as a measure of time. I’ve found except in specific examples, eg the two tsunami episodes, it’s very safe to say every episode covers a week - fall holidays on the show line up with their real life counterparts, indicating about the same amount of time is passing for us and them.

On that note - Jee-Yun was born in late January, early February 2021. (Conceived in Pinned, which was end of March/beginning of April, meaning Maddie was around a month along at May’s graduation in May ➡ 42 weeks + 3 days from then = late Jan/early Feb. Which unfortunately means we most likely won’t see her birthday celebrated on screen. If we assume she was conceived on the date Pinned aired, aka the very sexy hotel scene, then January 21st or 22nd would be Jee’s birthday, depending on if she was born after midnight or not.

Buck has had at least one other Jeep between the one Maddie gave him, and the one he has now, which means that when he needs a new car, he is purposefully choosing Jeeps.

I hope this was all as interesting/enjoyable to you as it was to me! And just to repeat - I love answering questions so pls let me know if you have any at all ❤

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malewifemanhunter · 2 years

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how long have you been on sunnyblr?

what are your favorite kinds of posts to make?

what sorts of things in the fandom make you angriest?

1. for more than a year now, since January 2021. it was pretty dead, but also, there were a lot of really cool people i got along with. some of them aren't active anymore, but it guess that's just how tumblr goes lol

2. i fucking love shitposts, just writing whatever's on my mind, screencaps bc i can be horny in the tags, and photo edits

3. some dennis fans, the ones that feminize him in a degrading and misogynistic way. and people that are fucking obsessed with the cosmetic surgeries the cast made, and that shit about how rob's/ mac's face is gross or whatever bc it's more angular now. like fuck off

#shdajks thanks for the ask anon #<3

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years

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Damsels, Chapter Four: First Day

By SisterSpooky1013 / Read Previous chapters here

Rated E / Tagging @today-in-fic

Angel leads Scully out of Ricky’s office and back down the hall, pointing to various doors.

“Here are the customer bathrooms, we don’t use these. That’s the exit to the lobby, but we have our own door in the back. Through here is the floor.”

Angel makes no mention of the other, unmarked doors in the hall. She pushes the “Enter Here to be Dominated” door open and they walk into a large room with the floors and ceiling painted black. To the left, there's a long bar that covers nearly the entire wall with at least twenty stools butting up to it. Directly across from the bar on the right wall, there’s a small round stage with a gold pole erected in the center. A shallow counter, just wide enough to set a cup, runs along the entire perimeter of the stage with chairs neatly pushed in against it. A mental image of herself on the stage while men look on flashes in her mind and she shakes her head gently, forcing it away. Along the back wall are several small partitions; little rooms constructed out of dark red curtains that are currently pinned open to reveal a loveseat and table in each one. The rest of the room is filled with small black tables and chairs, and can probably seat upwards of 100 people. Angel leads Scully to the left, approaching the bar.

“Back here is the bar, obviously, and this is Queenie, our lead bartender. Queenie, this is Diane, Ricky just hired her,” Angel continues.

A tall Asian woman stands from behind the counter holding a case of Jack Daniels. She has wide, round eyes and a diamond-cut chin, her full lips painted dark red and her black hair tied into a high bun.

“Hey,” she replies, “is Diane your stage name? You’re getting soft, Angel,” she teases, casting Angel a flirtatious smile.

“Oh, no, we actually haven’t gotten that far yet,” Angel replies before turning to Scully, resting one elbow on the bar top. “So while you’re waitressing, you’ll talk to Queenie a lot. She can make any drink under the sun. Tip her out twenty percent of whatever you make.”

Scully nods and wishes she had something to write all this down. Between the new terminology and rules, she's already getting confused and is bound to make a mistake. Angel leads her to the other side of the room and climbs gingerly up onto the stage.

“This is the stage, duh, and this is the pole. We call him Paul, the pin to make it spin or stationary is down here,” she leans and points to a small pin at the base of the pole.

“Oh!” Scully exclaims, “I guess never realized the pole spins.”

“Common misconception,” Angel goes on, wrapping her knee and elbow around the pole and spinning a couple slow rotations as she speaks. “But that’s why you don’t want to put oil or anything slippery on your legs or arms. You need to be able to get a good grip, especially while the pole is spinning. We’ll talk more about that later, come up here.”

Scully baulks and looks around, but climbs onto a chair, then the drink rail before finally getting to the stage itself. The room looks even bigger from up here.

“So, just from a Bird's Eye view up here,” Angel continues, “those seats against the wall back there at the end of the bar we call the rock section. Dudes just grab a seat and order a soda and then nurse it all night. Never pay for dances, never come to the tip rail, nothin’. Just sit there like a damn rock. It can be a fun challenge when you’re waitressing to try to get them to buy more drinks, if you’re into that kind of thing.”

“Tip rail?” Scully asks, sensing that this will be something she has to do a lot.

“Right, these seats right here,” Angel points to the seats that are lined up along the perimeter of the stage, “are the tip rail. You have to sit here or be close to it in order to tip stage dances, hence the name. Something else you’ll hear is doing a mini-lap, which is just when you let a guy at the tip rail motorboat you or put his face in your ass or whatever. Usually you’d do that when they give you a really fat tip.”

“I thought Ricky said the men aren’t allowed to touch you?” Scully clarifies, subconsciously rounding her shoulders and crossing her arms protectively.

“Ah, important distinction. WE can touch THEM, but they can’t touch us. So like, I can rub my tits on a guy's face, but if he grabs them, he’s toast. There are some limits to that I’ll tell you about later, but you can’t give a good lap dance without touching so we definitely touch, it’s just always us who does it, not them.”

Scully is impressed by the degree to which Ricky seems to embrace the “women in control” model, but she’s curious to see whether it’s all talk.

“So that middle part with lots of small tables,” Angel is now pointing to the middle of the room, in front of the rock section, “that’s usually where the whales sit, like Mr. Keane. They’re too classy to sit at the rail but you can still see pretty good from there. And lastly, over there,” she now points to her right to the small curtained rooms, “those are the VIP rooms. We’ll talk more about those later too when we talk about the rules, but they’re basically where customers can take a girl for a private dance.”

Scully feels a pit in her stomach. No matter what rules they have in place, there is no way she can be safe behind a curtain with a man who is paying to access her body. Her distress is interrupted by music suddenly pouring from the speakers at an obscene volume, making them both jump. It cuts off as quickly as it started, and Angel turns to look at a small raised booth behind and to the right of the stage.

“What the fuck, Ben?!” she shouts, raising her arms in an angry gesture.

“Sorry, Angel, my bad!” A thin Asian man with a narrow face and a goatee waves down to them apologetically.

“That’s Ben, the DJ. He’s not usually so obnoxious,” Angel says to Scully, then turns and shouts up to Ben. “This is the new girl, Diane!”

“What the fuck kind of stage name is Diane?” He calls back down. “Also, hi, I’m Ben,” he adds, waving again. Scully smiles warmly and waves back.

“We haven’t picked her name yet!” Angel shouts back. “We really need to pick your name, girl, this is getting old fast,” she says to Scully.

“Um, this may be a strange question,” Scully starts, “but, is everyone who works here Asian?”

Angel looks off into space for a moment, lost in thought. “No, but everyone here right now is, huh?! That’s a weird coincidence. Anyway, Asian is a big group. Denny out front is Samoan, which is actually Pacific Islander. Queenie is Vietnamese, and Ben is Japanese. And Ricky is white as fuck,” she bursts into a fit of giggles at her own joke.

“And what about you?” Scully asks her.

Angel turns and starts to walk away from her, casting a coy glance over her shoulder. “I’m whoever you want me to be, Baby,” she says with a flirty lilt in her voice, before adding “come on, I’ll show you the back.”

“The back,” accessible by a door just behind the stage, is a long hallway with restrooms, a staff locker room, a break room with a kitchen, and a dressing room for the dancers.

“So, I’m gonna show you the dancer’s room now, just so you have an idea what you’re working towards, but just FYI that they really don’t let the waitresses come back here. After this I’d keep your ass out if you don’t want to get torn a new one,” Angel advises her.

The dancer’s room is modest in size with mirrored stations set up along two walls and a small bank of four more in the middle of the room. Each station is slightly different, but most have a makeup kit, hair products, and a box that locks with a code to store cash tips. Three of the stations sit empty. Along the back wall are four doors, and along the left wall is a double-height clothes rack full of straps, sequins, lace, and mesh of all colors. While the floor had smelled like cleaner on top of stale beer and sweat, the dancer’s room is sweet and perfumed with hints of vanilla and cinnamon.

“What’s through those doors?” Scully asks casually.

“The second one on the left will take you outside, that’s the one we can use to come and go without having to go by the customers,” Angel answers. “There’s another one of those at the end of the hall out there you can use while you’re waitressing. The door on the far right is a single stall bathroom. The other ones are storage or something, I don’t know. They’re locked.”

Scully gives no reaction to this information but makes a mental note of it for later. After they look at the general staff locker room and the kitchen, Angel plops down at a table near the fridge and Scully follows suit, taking the seat across from her.

“So, before we go grab lunch, let’s figure out your stage name so we can introduce you to people properly,” Angel begins. “There’s kind of a tradition here that your stage name starts with the same first letter as your real name. I don’t know why, and people will say it’s not a ‘rule’ per se, but if you don’t do it it will probably seem weird.”

“What’s your real name, if that’s okay to ask?” Scully inquires nervously. Not having real names will make this whole investigation a lot harder.

“Oh no, it’s fine. They aren’t a secret or anything, we just don’t like the customers to know our real names. My name is Ann. So Ann/Angel, both A’s. Queenie’s real name is Quyen. You can ask any of the girls and they’ll tell you their real name if you want. Except maybe Lexie, she’s a stuck up bitch. So I’ll just tell you now, her real name is Leanne.”

Scully laughs good-naturedly, though she has the passing thought that a lot of people may describe her as a stuck up bitch too.

“So, something that starts with a D, what suits your fancy?” Angel asks. Seeing the worried look on Scully’s face, she makes some suggestions. “You could go with a classic, like Diamond. Something a little more stereotypical like Destiny. Oh, what about Desiree, that’s really pretty, and it suits you.”

Scully considers it for a moment. Who she’d really like to be is Dana, on her way home from this insanity. Given that isn’t an available option, Desiree isn’t so bad.

“Yeah, I think I like that,” she says with a shy smile.

“Great, can I call you Desi?” Angel asks excitedly.

“Sure,” Scully responds, and then follows a very spirited Angel out into the afternoon sunlight in search of something to eat.

They end up at a little Mexican restaurant a short walk from the club. It’s the kind of hole in the wall place that only locals know exists, with tacky pink paint on the booths and dusty Cinco De Mayo flags criss-crossing the ceiling.

“So, Angel, how’d you end up working at Damsels?” Scully asks as she drags a tortilla chip through the watery salsa. She’s highly motivated to solve this case and get the hell out of here, so there’s no sense in wasting time.

“Oh, I just met Ricky through mutual friends and he told me about his club. I was a dancer at a total shithole before, so coming here was such a huge relief.” She stabs at the ice in her drink with a straw, breaking it up into smaller pieces.

“Are you working towards something else, or is there something else you’re hoping to do?” Scully asks next.

“I might ask you the same, Desi,” Angel returns with a slight cock of her head, and Scully realizes that was a rude question.

“Sorry, I guess I still have a lot to learn about the social nuances of this job.”

Angel shakes her head dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just a question you get asked a lot as a dancer, as you’ll find out. Everyone thinks you’re just stopping here on the way to something better, something more legit. God forbid your life plan is to show your ass for cash, right? I mean, that is true for some of the girls; Tibet is getting her masters and Magenta has a day job as a therapist, but I honestly just like it.”

Scully is more careful with the wording on her next question. “What do you like about it?”

“Well,” Angel takes a bite of a chip and chews thoughtfully, “I grew up with really judgmental, uptight parents who basically made me feel like I was dirty and disgusting for existing, and for being female. I was always really ashamed of my body and when men looked at me, I thought I was doing something wrong to bring it on myself. After I moved out, my friend took me to a strip club and I was totally blown away by the confidence the women had with their bodies. Men were looking at them, but not like they were gross and sinful, just like they were…beautiful. And they looked so powerful up there commanding all that attention. And I just wanted to be up there like that, celebrating my body and deciding what happened with and to it. And here I am.”

Scully sits quietly, absorbing an answer that she wasn’t expecting to hear. She thinks about her own upbringing and the “good girls don’t” mentality that tainted her early sexual exploration. Even as a fully grown adult in consensual, committed relationships, she couldn’t shake the underlying guilt that she was worldly and sinful for desiring and having sex outside of marriage. It bleeds over into her relationship with Mulder, she knows. She can accept any physical attention he bestows upon her, and in fact wants it desperately, but for her to initiate it would mean…something. Something she isn’t ready to admit, even to herself.

Angel speaks again, interrupting her thought. “What about you, Desi, what brings you here? I showed you mine, you show me yours…or whatever.”

“Oh,” Scully says, scrambling to bring her cover story forward. “Um, I, uh, I got divorced recently, or I’m legally separated, anyway. I just got my own place after living with my husband for seven years and I haven’t really worked that whole time, I just supported his work. So, I don’t really have any marketable skills.”

Angel smiles. “Shoot, that ass is a marketable skill, girl! Those titties are hella marketable.”

Scully blushes, unused to anyone talking about her that way, and is surprised by how flattered she feels by such a crass compliment. Their server arrives and sets their plates down, and Angel’s demeanor shifts a bit as they dig into their meal.

“Okay, so down to the nitty gritty. Like I said, there are rules for us as dancers, and for waitresses too. Ricky mentioned his feelings about heroin and meth, right?”

“Yep, that will not be an issue,” Scully says confidently, spearing a bell pepper with her fork.

“Good, so also don’t get, like, super drunk or super high while on shift. A little to take the edge off is okay, but a drunk stripper is just pathetic. Like I said, the men can’t touch us, but it’s okay for us to touch them, EXCEPT we do NOT do extras at Damsels. No hand jobs, no blow jobs, and definitely no fucking, not even in VIP. Not in their car outside, not behind the dumpster, it’s a very hard and fast rule, no pun intended. Ricky will fire even his best girl in a heartbeat if he finds out she’s doing extras. Oh, and no kissing.”

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Random Buddie Fic Snippets - no title, just (bad) vibes

Here’s to another snippet of things that ghost through my Word files. This one’s particularly headache-inducing for me personally. For one, trigger warnings galore. And then I have *checks file* 41k (!!!) words worth of non-fic noted down, but it’s really just unassembled bits and pieces of mostly dialog. Grrrrrrr. 😖

Since such a fic would take a lot more planning... which is basically the antithesis of me for all intents and purposes... I pester you with snippets like they are pestering me. Said it before and can only reiterate: I make you suffer with me. *cackles*

Basically, the story plays on the idea that Eddie and Buck grew up together due to plot convenient purposes and meet again at the fire station after years apart. Anyway, here’s to more madness mingled with angst! Cheers!

Buck slings his duffel bag over his shoulder when his phone vibrates. Sighing, he shifts his weight to take it out of his pocket and take the call. A smile creeps up his lips when he sees the picture flare up on his screen.

“Hey, what’s up, Mads?”

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that you were right about that little bakery downtown. It’s so worth the twenty minute trip,” she nearly groans. And Buck can relate. When he found that authentic Mexican bakery on a long run through the city, he may or may not have shed a few tears of happiness. And he may or may not have bought pastry worth a hundred bucks.

Totally worth it to run all those extra miles for the carbs, though.

“How many conchas did you have?” Buck asks, chuckling softly.

“I’m pleading the fifth.”

“Did you drive back to get more?” he questions, though Buck is fairly sure what the answer is already, which comes promptly, “Which is why I might be late for work.”

Buck laughs, leaning back against his car. “They are in the top 5 of conchas I ever had, which is saying something. So yeah, I get the feeling.”

And he should really know, he’s had the best in the world and no. 2 and 3 also. Though those are not up for sale.

“So, I need a bit of distraction to keep myself from digging through the remains of the bag before I make it to the car,” she tells him.

“Sure, what do you want to hear?”

“Howie told me that you’re getting someone new on the team today. Are you excited?”

“… Oh, ugh, sure.” Buck can feel his jaw cramping at that.

“You know you just sounded more excited about me being on a sugar high thanks to Mexican pastry than you are about your new teammate arriving.”

He’d hoped to avoid that conversation before he got over with it. Because that’s how he normally rolls with it. He gets over with it.

Works with band-aids and most situations that give you discomfort.

But Maddie has maybe not the sixth but seventh sense apparently big sisters seem to inherit by birth, so it appears that not even the most amazing conchas up for sale in all of Los Angeles will spare him having that conversation now. Which is the equivalent of tearing duct tape off, but slowly.

“I’m a huge concha fan, what can I say? And sure, it’s cool. It’d be nice to have a partner on the team, like, permanently, like Chim and Hen, more like.”

Buck rolls his eyes back as far as they will into his skull. It’s a small wonder that Maddie doesn’t buy his bullshit. He was fine just dodging the topic until now, it’s what normally works best for him. But yeah, Maddie just knows how to coax it out of him, and he loves and hates her for it.

“Talk to me, Buck.”

Buck looks up to the sky. “… I guess I’m just a bit nervous.”

“You are nervous? Don’t you think it’s up to the new teammate to be a bundle of nerves?”

“That’s kind of my thing, though,” Buck argues.

He has been ever since Bobby announced that they’d get a newbie, not a probie, but someone to be on the team with them. Dutifully, Buck laughed at the comments about how Bobby seemingly hired him a babysitter to make sure he doesn’t do reckless stuff all the time.

The nervous energy settled in when he got home that day and his leg wouldn’t stop bobbing well into lying in bed, trying to sleep. He only fell asleep halfway through reading the Wikipedia list of minor planets named after people.

“Then why do you feel nervous?”

“It’s nothing.”

“You know you can tell me,” she says softly.

Buck closes his eyes. He understood by now that yes, he can. But that doesn’t mean he wants to. Most of the time, Buck wished he didn’t have to tell anyone anything ever again and simply exist in the here and now. Because the here and now is sunny and tastes of pretty damn awesome conchas.

“I know it’s stupid, but…” His voice trails off.

And maybe she can read his mind, Buck wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out to be the case, because Maddie goes on to say, “You know he’s not taking your place, right?”

“What? Yeah, I mean…” Buck chews on his bottom lip. Whenever Maddie starts to talk like that, he feels like he’s sitting with a therapist. And suddenly, what he wants to believe are just his antics sounds like food for the shrinks.

“This is supposed to be your partner. Someone to have your back, not stab you in the back,” Maddie points out.

“Rationally, I know all that. It’s just…” He stretches out his legs.

“It’s just what?” she asks in a gentle tone of voice.

“What if he’s better than me?”

What if they realize that he’s expendable after all? What if someone comes along who can do things better than Buck without the attitude? What if he can’t prove his worth anymore because that guy can do it just as well, maybe even better?

“Then I will be glad because that means someone capable is watching out for my baby brother,” Maddie answers, pulling Buck back to the current conversation, not the fictional ones inside his head.

“What if we end up hating each other’s guts?” Buck continues. He had to restrain himself from actually typing a list of all those questions on his phone when his mind went spiraling upon receiving the news. Because that’s what’s been going on ever since Bobby announced. And Buck knows how stupid it is, but his brain didn’t get the memo. There are so many what ifs that it’s making him dizzy thinking about them.

“Then you talk about it like actual adults. And anyway, no one can hate you to your guts. You’re amazing.”

Buck has to fight hard not to blush. “Thanks, but you’re biased because you’re my sister.”

His heart still beats a little faster every time he says those words out loud. Something that comes so light and casual these days, though it isn’t. It is closer to what it should be. Because it should be casual, natural, given.

But apparently, the world didn’t get that memo yet. Seemingly a pattern.

“And as your sister, I’m also always right.”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

He laughs. She chuckles back.

“Listen,” Maddie continues. “Just be yourself. You’re going to figure it out. This is exciting, Buck. More people to add to your family, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks,” he croaks.

“I’ll call you during lunch time, unless you’re out on a call. And then I want all the details on the newbie.”

“Alright. Pro tip: Put the bag of pastries in the trunk of your car. Only way to keep your paws off of them while driving.”

“I may actually crawl back, but yeah, it’d require a lot more effort.”

He smiles. “Drive save.”

“Will do.”

“Alright, I’m heading in,” Buck says, pushing away from his car. “Or else I will be running late, too.”

“Love you, little brother.”

“Love you, too. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

Buck hangs up and stuffs his phone back into his pocket.

Maddie is right. There is nothing to be nervous about. He has a team now. No one is leaving. New people are arriving. That’s how it works. That’s normal. And he gets to pester the newbie. So he should really be excited, as Maddie said. Buck knows he should focus on that. On how great this could turn out to be. On having a partner. Someone to have his back. All the time.

He sucks in a deep breath as he comes to stand in front of the door leading inside the fire station.

“The door is not closed,” he mutters with closed eyes, grabbing the handle. Buck pushes inside. He is greeted by the familiar hum of the fire station coming to life. People are talking over coffee, some are still fastening the buttons on their shirts as they make up the stairs.

And there’s no place he’d rather be. Buck knew that the moment he first walked into the station for the first time, and that assessment hasn’t changed since.

Buck makes for the locker rooms to change, not wanting to run late like Maddie. Once changed into his uniform, Buck finds himself a little more at ease. Athena once pointed out that they wear those uniforms as a way of protecting themselves. You take them off after work and leave all the bad behind that you’ve witnessed on a call. For Buck, the other way is just as true, though.

When he puts on that uniform on, he can leave his anxious, knee-bobbing self behind and do something meaningful. Because that’s what he found here, beside the team that means so much to him. He found a purpose. A way of answering a calling that lies far back in a past he can’t and won’t remember. To save lives.

Buck looks at his reflection in the mirror, straightens out the collar, makes sure his hair sits perfectly. His glance lingers on the name tag a moment longer, brushes his fingers over the metal plate, the one thing he can’t fix or straighten out.

But that won’t make me flinch. Ever.

“Buckaroo! Time for coffee and talk! I need new material on that show Denny and you are watching and that you need to update me on, so I don’t have to watch it!”

Buck smiles as he closes the locker to see Hen standing there with two cups of coffee.

“Coming.”

But that fixes a whole lot already.

-------------------

Hen sips her coffee in silence as Bobby goes on about who is doing what for the day. She is glad that she isn’t assigned truck cleaning duty. That’s one of the best things about newbies and probies coming in. They get to do the dirty work for a bit. She had to jump those hoops, too, like everyone did, so it only seems fair.

Chim nudges her in the side, pulling her out of her musings. “Have you seen the newbie yet?”

She nudges him back a bit harder to tell him wordlessly that he is supposed to stop doing that. “If I had, don’t you think I would’ve told you by now?”

“Just saying, being late on the first day is not a good sign.”

“Can I help you with something, Han, Wilson?” Bobby calls out. “Care to share with the rest of the team?”

Buck laughs beside them, earning himself a nudge from Hen. That kid is going places sometimes, but Hen learned to love him fiercely after he stopped being a punk.

Fine, he’s still a punk sometimes, but we got to see there’s a heart of gold underneath all the punk and muscle and hair gel.

He grew on her the way he managed to grow on anyone, even the Captain who doesn’t like to admit that more than anyone around the station. He fired the boy first week in, and it was well-deserved, but he proved capable and kind.

Hen knew she was done for this humanoid golden retriever when she fussed over not having a babysitter for Denny and Buck jumped in after he’d just done a double-shift. She and Karen were still working things out and he just made the room, even though the boy deserved bed more than anyone else. Still, he took Denny to the park, finished homework with him, and got him to go to bed even though the kid is not so much a negotiator as he is a small dictator when it comes to bedtime. Karen and she found Buck passed out, snoring like a lawnmower, a book still in his lap while sitting next to Denny’s bed.

“Nothing, Cap,” Chimney answers. “Just sharing excitement about the newbie.”

“You’ll meet him shortly. He had to pick up his gear first and talk to the higher-ups another time. Once he arrives, you can pester him with questions as I know you will.”

“On it, Cap.”

Bobby rolls his eyes, but then his mind goes back to the clipboard and the rest of the chores yet to be divided among the firefighters on shift. The rest of the morning routine goes without further incident, so the three are soon walking down the stairs to their designated task of checking their stocks on medical equipment.

“Okay. That is a beautiful man,” Chimney says, suddenly stopping in his tracks.

Hen trains her eyes on the dark-haired Latino, putting on a shirt. That should be the newbie, then.

“Where’s the lie? And I like girls.”

“Eddie…,” Buck breathes beside her.

Hen whips her head around at the sound.

“Wait, you know this guy?” Chim asks, but Buck doesn’t say anything. Instead, he starts to walk towards the new guy, or almost staggers, she should rather say. The newbie only takes notice of him when his head pops out from the shirt.

“Buck?”

To Hen, it feels like the two just go in slow motion while the rest of the fire station is crazy and busy as always. As though the whole world disappeared around them.

She can’t make out whatever words may be exchanged between them before the new guy covers the last few steps between them and pulls Buck against him in a tight hug. Shock is written all over his face, but also huge relief. Though Hen honestly wished they stood the other way around, because she would like to know just what expression is flitting across her little golden retriever’s face.

“What on earth is going on here?” Chimney mutters.

“I ain’t got no clue.”

The newbie pulls away, smiling over both ears, both hands deftly resting on Buck’s arms. Even though Hen still can’t see Buck’s face, it seems that the guy is doing all the talking for a change. Then he is hugging him all over again.

“I repeat, what on earth is going on here?”

“Only one way to find out.”

Before they can overcome their paralysis, Buck starts to move, gesturing behind himself. The new guy nods with the brightest of smiles, not once letting go of Buck’s arm as they start to walk towards them.

Her confusion is multiplied by the way Buck carries himself, eyes downcast, looking nothing but nervous.

Did someone exchange the 118’s golden retriever this morning, or what’s going on here?

“... can’t believe we meet again in this place of all places,” she can hear the new guy say as they approach.

“S, same.”

Buck is stuttering. To repeat the repeat: What on earth is going on here?

“We have so much catching up to do.”

“Yeah.”

“Buckaroo?” Hen calls out, or maybe demands. She no longer cares for the details here. She needs to get down to the bottom of this. Fast.

“Oh, sorry, I just… this is Eddie.”

“Hi.”

“Hi Eddie, it is a pleasure meeting you. We will greet you good and proper in only just a moment. Hold the line,” Hen says, before turning her attention back to Buck. “Now to you, Buckaroo. Spill the beans.”

“Yeah,” Chim agrees.

But Buck is not forthcoming. Boy looks like a fish out of the water, his mouth opening and closing without any sounds coming out. This makes the sirens ring inside Hen’s head, not the ones at the station. Because their Buckaroo never stops talking, even when he should sometimes, and even when he wants to stop talking, he will keep talking. So him not finding anything to say may or may not force Mother Hen to have to look after her punk chick here.

“We grew up together,” Eddie says after a pause, still all soft smiles and maybe even softer curls, by the looks of it. Hen will worry about that later, too. “I honestly had no clue he was working at this station, let alone that he was in L.A. Color me surprised. Abuela will not believe this.”

“Abuela?”

“My grandmother. She’s the one who fostered him before…,” Eddie continues, but then stops himself when he notices the look of sheer panic on Buck’s face. “They do not know this.”

Buck shakes his head.

“Dios.”

“Wait, you were in foster care?” Chimney almost cries out.

“In Texas?” Hen adds, her mind still short-circuiting thanks to that input.

“Yeah. I was adopted by the Moores after that.”

Chimney gapes at him. “You were adopted?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait, they don’t know about that either?” Eddie asks, now almost as frantic as they are.

Welcome to the club, hon.

“Now they do,” Buck mutters.

“But Maddie isn’t adopted. I should know.” Chimney lifts his index finger.

“Right,” Hen agrees.

Eddie makes a face. “Who’s Maddie?”

“My girlfriend, Buck’s sister.”

“You have a sister?” Eddie slaps his hand against Buck’s arm, shock taking the place of confusion.

“Wait, you grew up with him and don’t know his sister?”

“It’s a long story,” Buck sighs.

“Like how you’re Texan?” Hen scoffs.

Buck holds up his hands. “Okay, guys, can we stop spiraling for a second?”

Hen opens her mouth to give him a piece of mind, but she’s abruptly cut off by their captain standing at the top of the stairs. “Buck! I could use a hand up here!”

“On my way, Cap!” Buck yells back, the amount of relief to opt out of the conversation more than imminent. “Sorry, duty calls!”

“Hey no,” Chim hisses, but Buck isn’t having it. He pats Eddie on the shoulder. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Okay.”

With that, he starts to jog, or rather run, up the stairs. All watch him go, before their eyes fall back on the people standing right in front of them.

Well, if that’s not awkward.

“So, ugh. Hi again,” the new guy says, smiling sheepishly. “Eddie Diaz, your newbie.”

“Hi. Hen Wilson.”

“Howard Han, but you can call me Chimney or Chim. And why I’m called that is between me and God.”

“Okay. That may be only the second most confusing thing to happen on my first day.”

“We don’t normally act like this,” Hen tries to reassure him.

Chim makes a face. “We don’t?”

Hen nudges him in the side hard enough to make Chim gasp.

“Wilson, Han, you’re supposed to get on with the stocks!” someone calls out.

“You’re not our boss!” Chim shouts back at what turns out to be that jackass Lambert from B-roll no one likes because his attitude stinks about as much as his aftershave.

“But Cap is and he told me to tell you to move it!”

“I hate that guy,” Chim grumbles.

“I think I’ll like it here,” Eddie chuckles.

“They are so young and innocent when they join,” Chim snorts.

“Welcome to the 118,” Hen says, giving the younger man’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I suppose you should go up there as well and talk to the captain.”

“Alright, I’ll see you around.”

“Most certainly.”

“That was only mildly threatening,” Chim laughs, rolling his eyes well before Hen jabs him another time.

“Good to have you here,” he adds.

“Indeed.”

“Good to be here. See you later.”

“Later,” both say in unison.

Eddie smiles at them before climbing up the stairs.

“You try to get a hold of your boo, I’ll see what info I can squeeze out of Cap or Buck, whoever I get my hands on first.”

“Aren’t we supposed to get on with…”

Hen glowers at him.

“I said nothing.”

“Less talking to me, more talking to your girlfriend.”

Chimney makes a mock salute, before walking away while fiddling with his phone. Hen let’s her gaze wander up to the gallery with a grimace. Something is not right, but she is going to figure it out. Because Hen Wilson keeps all her little chicks on track, even more so now that they got a new one to take care of.

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Eddie tosses the sponge into the water bucket. Getting some of the crappier chores for the day is something he fully expected to happen. What he didn't expect, not in a million years, was running into Buck. Eddie’s head is still reeling because of it. And for what it seems, the same is true for Buck.

Buck.

To say that he seemed shocked is an understatement. Eddie knows the way Buck expresses panic. He’s grown up making sure the kid breathed instead of keeling over when it hit him, so Eddie knows that this was not just surprise, this was fight-or-flight level panic. Eddie knows by now he was so panicked because his colleagues didn’t know about the fostering or adoption – and he could still kick himself for bringing it up unawares.

He jumped to the conclusion because Buck used to talk about it freely to anyone who asked, especially after he was adopted by the Moores. Because it was his way of signifying to the rest of the world that he’d made it from being abandoned to finding friends and family. So Eddie assumed that Buck wouldn’t act any different around his colleagues.

Far from it!

“Eddie, my friend.”

Eddie nearly jumps when Hen and Chimney materialize next to him.

Speaking of…

“Hi,” he greets them.

“How’re you liking it thus far?”

“The detergents smell not as bad as some others do,” Eddie snorts. “But I’m pretty sure that’s not what you came here to ask me about.”

“Just so that you know, you can tell us anything,” Hen says in that mild tone of voice, though Eddie is pretty sure she only says it this way not to scare him away.

“You are looking for bribing material on Buck, I take?”

“We always appreciate it, but we are more like… trying to get up to speed. Until you came to the station, we didn’t even know he’d been fostered,” Hen answers.

“Or adopted,” Chimney adds.

“In Texas.”

Eddie chews on the inside of his cheek. “Yeah, about that. So he actually found his sister?”

If seeing Buck nearly floored him, hearing about his sister was definitely not adding to Eddie’s calm.

“Yes, she’s my girlfriend. You’ll get to know her soon enough.”

There is a part in Eddie that’s very much relieved to hear that Buck found at least part of his family, but another part of him hurts at the news just as much. Because that means Buck likely learned some very uncomfortable truths about his past that won’t have added to the man’s confidence.

“Back in Texas, we knew nothing about where he came from, including whether he had siblings or not. There was an assumption, but no one could be sure.”

“How old were you by the time your grandmother fostered him?”

“I was eight years old.”

“Eight years old… Buck made it sound like he and Maddie were out of touch like, only by the time she got to know Doug.”

Eddie frowns. “Who’s Doug?”

“No one you want to know.” Chimney shakes his head.

Eddie shakes his head. All of this starts to make less and less sense. Why didn’t Buck tell them about any of this? Why didn’t he when he apparently found his sister? Why are they about as clueless as he is, even though they’ve been working side-by-side with him for how long now?

“We lost sight of each other when the Moores moved away from Texas. So they aren’t around anymore?”

Hen shrugs at that. “Let’s say we’ve never met them, never talked about them, or seen any pictures.”

“Kid arrived here with a travel bag and the will to become a firefighter,” Chimney adds.

Eddie can’t help but smile at that. “That sounds like him.”

“You sound pretty clueless actually, and not gonna lie, that is strangely reassuring,” Chimney snorts.

“I prepared for meeting many new people today. Not my best friend back from childhood.”

“Aw.” Hen clutches her hands in front of her chest.

“I just hope he’s not mad at me.” Eddie grimaces. There is something tugging at his heart, just thinking about it. A memory that goes way back in time. When he thought he’d messed it up with Buck forever and always, but he forgave quicker than Eddie could forgive himself.

“I don’t remember our Buckaroo being capable of keeping grudges for long.”

“Then that hasn’t changed at least,” Eddie sighs.

“I think you two should definitely get something to drink after work, reminiscence about the good old times. Catch up. Report back to us in the morning,” she says, her voice trailing off.

“You are aware that they are childhood friends.”

“But I can be far more intimidating.”

“I think getting something to drink and catch up is actually a good idea,” Eddie ponders. “So thanks.”

“You, I like.”

Eddie grins.

“You still missed a spot, though.”

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. Buck made some good friends here, for what it seems. And he is more than glad for it. They can surely figure this all out.

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Waking up this morning, Buck thought his biggest worry would be to sort himself out with regards to the newbie and his standing on the team as a result. While that remains true, he just didn't imagine for one hot second it may be Eddie of all people in the entire universe.

Eddie.

When Buck saw him at the station, he didn’t know how to breathe. Even though he hadn’t seen him in years, he knew instantly, only to know that he suddenly knew nothing anymore. Buck used to think he made his peace never seeing Eddie again after they moved away, but then Eddie was hugging him and all those things Buck made sure to bury deep in the ground started to crawl up through the dirt, scratching at a way too thin surface.

And now he is sitting at a bar, nursing his alcohol free beer – because he doesn’t drink when driving, he has to get people out of cars thanks to that behavior way too often, thank you very much. He is at a bar. With Eddie. His Eddie. Because Eddie invited him to get a beer after the shift, and Buck didn’t know how to say no.

Story of my life, isn’t it?

“… I don’t even know where to begin,” Buck admits after a while of awkward silence spreading between them, wherein both men just started peeling the label off of their bottles of beer.

“Same. I mean, you got a sister.”

“Yeah, ugh, I would have told you that, but Chim is still over the moon with her, so of course he mentioned her before I could. They are cute together, but at the disgusting kind of stage,” Buck ponders.

“I’m just so happy for you that you found your family, Buck.”

He manages a feeble smile. Because Buck knows that Eddie means it, understands it perhaps better than most. Because he had to deal with it growing up, had to deal with Buck dealing it growing up.

“I didn’t really find Maddie. We just… happened to meet again. Like us two did today.”

Eddie blinks at him. “Really?”

Buck nods his head. The universe always had the strangest kind of humor when it came to him.

“She’s a dispatcher now. We talked over dispatch for a while, not knowing who we are to each other. We decided to hang out. As friends. She didn’t know people in the city after she moved there only recently, so we also went to a pub and… we started to talk.”

Déjà-vu much, huh?

“Over time, I told her some stuff about my past and, well, Maddie realized that the timing seemed oddly familiar to the brother she thought had died,” Buck continues. “DNA test confirmed it.”

“I was wondering about that,” Eddie sighs, still trying to process that input for what it seems. “I mean, I really put my foot in it, just blurting out with this.”

Buck holds up his hands. “Eddie, no. You had any reason to believe I had told them. I suppose I’ve been blowing this up out of proportions anyway, so this is really just on me.”

“It’s your choice what you want to share with people about yourself, Buck.”

Buck blinks. Sometimes, he forgets how wise Eddie used to be already at a young age. He was also a dumbass a lot of times, but when it came to talking about Buck’s feelings instead of his own, the guy always knew how to make sense of the chaos and make Buck feel like his feelings weren’t just a tedious affair best ripped off like band-aids.

Eddie always understood Buck, even when he couldn’t understand himself. And Buck wants to think that the same was true the other way around, for as long as it lasted.

“Thanks.”

Eddie smiles at him, sipping from his beer.

“Speaking of, thanks to Maddie I now know my official name,” Buck continues, doing his best to sound jovial. “Evan Buckley.”

“Buck-ley. Well, that explains how you got the name,” Eddie ponders, before tilting his head to the side with a cocked eyebrow. “So do I call you Evan from now on?”

“If you want me to call you Edmundo?”

Eddie narrows his eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Buck sniggers. “You should know better than to tempt me.”

“Evan.”

“Edmundo.”

“This sounds all kinds of wrong,” Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “For me, you can only ever be Buck.”

“Which is convenient, because I can only be Buck.”

There was a brief moment in time when Buck considered changing his name, taking on that identity, the one intended. In the end, he dropped the idea for what he hopes to be for good. He doesn’t know who this Evan Buckley was or what he’d be now. He knows what Buck was like growing up. He knows what the guy is up to these days. And while they have their qualms, he’s mostly at peace with Buck.

Even a name tag doesn't change a thing about it.

Because he’s Buck. And thankfully, Eddie sees it the same way. So maybe he’s not entirely crazy for holding on to that, however schizophrenic it may be in the end.

“Anyway, part of the reason why I managed not to let anyone in on this is that Maddie agreed to run with not mentioning it. We just stuck to the part where we lost sight of each other and found one another again when anyone asked. And until now, no one really questioned the timeline.”

“And no one ever made the connection between Buckley and Buck?” Eddie asks.

Buck shakes his head. “Maddie’s married name is Kendall. She considered changing it back to Buckley after she broke up with her scumbag husband. But when she found out what kind of scumbags our parents are, it was out the window. So no one had reason to question the difference in names and just assumed that Maddie’s birth name was Moore, too.”

“I take that there is no good explanation as to how you ended up in Texas, then,” Eddie sighs. Buck can tell that he’s trying to sound casual, soft, but the white-knuckled grip on the beer bottle is an entirely different story.

“No, not really. As far as we understand it, our parents moved across state borders under the pretense to get treatment for me. Then they just dropped me at a fire station and drove back. They told Maddie I died.”

“Why would they do that? Why would anyone’s parents…?” Eddie shakes his head, disbelief settling in. Buck knows the feeling oh too well. When he found out, it didn’t make sense to him at all. But as more details were added, the clearer the bigger picture became, though it turned none the brighter.

Buck looks around, just to be sure none of the 118 was sent here to spy on them. Once he is sure there is really just them, Buck hunches forward in his seat.

“Well, I was a big, fat disappointment, I guess. They had me to save their oldest son, Daniel. He had juvenile leukemia. I was… I was a savior baby. Just that… ugh, I didn’t save him. My guessing is that they never wanted me, so they gave me away after Daniel died. I was just there for spare parts anyway.”

Buck suddenly feels something cold in his neck, only to realize it’s Eddie’s hand gently squeezing it. Buck tenses for a moment, then eases to the familiarity of the touch, suppressing the urge to lean into it like he used to.

“I’m so sorry. I would’ve hoped for something else to come out of this.”

Buck manages a feeble smile. “It’s fine. I got a sister now I never expected to find. That’s great. Over the moon kinda great. And now I also ran back into you, too. So I’m one lucky bastard after all.”

Eddie’s hand lingers for a while, no words spoken and yet all is said between them. And how much Buck missed that. Not having to say things for them to be understood.

Eventually, Eddie’s hand falls on his shoulder, giving it a light pat before returning to his beer. “So we’re still friends after I spilled to your colleagues?”

“I didn’t stop being your friend after you got so mad for me saying that you couldn’t bake for shit, so you covered a balloon stuck to a cardboard box in frosting and told me you’d baked a cake and I cut the thing only for it to explode in my face.”

“To this day one of my proudest achievements when it comes to pranks,” Eddie snorts, breaking out laughing at the memory.

Buck can’t help but laugh along. Many of those memories got stuffed away alongside the ones he’d buried in the ground. He had no reason to unearth them because he chose not to tell anyone. But with Eddie, those things come back to light and they shimmer like gold, even after all those years of packing on dust.

“Laugh it up all you want, I got back at you eventually.”

“Don’t remind me,” Eddie groans. “I got grounded for a month because you led my parents to believe I’d be stupid enough to have a folder for porn on the family’s computer and made a message pop up every time that the folder was overloaded and created a system error.”

“Yeah. That was a masterpiece,” Buck sniggers. “But anyway. If that didn’t cancel our friendship, I think we’re fairly good with all this here.”

“Then I’m glad. When you fled the scene, I got kind of worried.”

Buck shrugs. “You know me. I’m a whirlwind of emotions, so I thought it’d be best if I took the time to cool down.”

“That was definitely not how you went about it before,” Eddie argues.

And Buck can’t argue with that. Back in the day, Buck just let the storms rage, never minding the consequences. On the job, that’s still how he rolls, but it was also how he talked, how he presented himself. After he got to meet the Diaz family, he stopped hiding a lot of things. He screamed when he felt like screaming and he cried when he was sad. He laughed when he was happy. And sometimes he even cried because he was that happy, but he learned that this was okay. Abuela always told him this and he took it to heart.

At least for as long as I could.

“Which is why I’m working on it. But anyway! Enough of me. Tell me about you. How long have you been in L.A.? What got you here?” Buck asks. Judging by the look on Eddie’s face, his transition of topics is not nearly as smooth as he’d want it to be, but Eddie rolls with it anyway.

“I moved here only shortly, for the job,” he says. “Before that, I was working some odd jobs. Before that, Afghanistan.”

Buck winces. “Shit.”

“Yeah, that’s one way of describing it. After I came back home injured, I couldn’t do this anymore. I had to set priorities differently, and somehow… I ended up in L.A.”

“Fresh start.” Buck nods his head. There is still so much to unravel in just those few sentences. Afghanistan. Injury. Priorities. Eddie tends to hide a lot more in his words, even more so when they are scarce. But for what it seems, he will now get the time to dig deeper. Because that is what Buck knows someone has to do in order to understand someone like Eddie Diaz.

“Yeah, exactly.”

“I get that feeling,” Buck says. “Los Angeles is great for that, worked out for Maddie and me, too.”

“We’ll have to drink a lot of beers to catch up on all those years we didn’t hear from each other to wind up having a fresh start in the same city.”

“Then it’s a date.”

Eddie wants to say something, but then his phone vibrates. “Sorry about that.”

Buck holds up his hands. “It’s fine.”

Eddie takes out his phone and checks his messages. Buck can see the instant shift in the other man’s demeanor. He knows that change like the back of his hand, even with years between where they parted ways and now crossed them again. Eddie’s shutting down.

“Hey, uhm, sorry, I gotta head out. It’s urgent,” he says, grabbing his wallet, clearly embarrassed and beat-up for having to leave so suddenly.

Some things don’t change, do they?

“Hey, it’s fine, man. We, ugh, we are stuck together now anyway, right? We’ll find enough time to catch up. It’s a date, after all,” Buck assures him. “Also, you’re not paying for the beer, unless you wanna pick a fight with me. Just go.”

Eddie smiles at him wryly. “Thanks. I’ll pay next round?”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Now off you go.”

“Sorry another time. I really gotta…”

“See you at work!”

“See ya!”

Buck manages to keep up the smile until the door shuts behind Eddie. His shoulders drop and he sucks in a deep breath. He pays for the beers and nearly flies out the door.

He makes for his car and climbs in. Buck realizes only now how badly his hands are shaking. Struggling for breath, he takes out his wallet again and fishes out that one crumpled piece of the past he carries with him whenever he’s not on the job, so to be sure it doesn’t get further damage.

Buck unfolds the faded photograph with shaky hands and presses it against his mouth, breathing hard against it. The tears keep coming, no matter how hard he tries to stop them. They are happy and sad. Desperate and relieved. Everything and nothing. And all that at the same time.

Eddie is back.

Eddie is back in his life, just like that, after the years it took him to accept he’d never see him again. That he’d moved on as he should have.

How do you rip off the band-aid or duct tape for that?

Or maybe that’s just the universe telling him that some things really can’t be fixed.

Because apparently, the universe is still mocking him.

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #buddie fanfic #fanfic #snippet #y'all let me in and now I'm making y'all miserable #:)#long ass snippets that pester me and now you too #by a non-native no less #bon appétit

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hopesangelsprite · 4 years

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Denny’s (2) JJK

Pairing: Waiter/Boxer!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: After a fateul meeting with a hot Denny’s waiter, A young girl goes to a night club to see that very same waiter do what he does best. (LISTEN TO BELIEVER BY IMAGINE DRAFONS DURING FIGHT SCENE FOR EFFECT!)

I stare down from the balcony as the multicolored lights and loud music pulse through the night club. After Jungkook had decided to tag along, Candie chose to postpone our day plans so that we could go see Jungkook fight at his brother’s night club. So, here I was waiting in the VIP section at Club Cobain waiting for Jungkook’s fight to begin.

Suddenly, a hand makes its way around my waist causing me to whip around. Behind me stood a figure shrouded in darkness. I hold up my fist ready to swing on the bitch that decided to fuck with me when a familiar voice speaks, “Easy, princess! It’s just me.”. The fluorescent lights sweep across the VIP section, illuminating it briefly. In front of me stands Taehyung’s older brother Kim Namjoon. I sigh in relief and put my fist down. “Dammit, Joon. I was ready to swing on yo ass!”, I say as I wrap him in a tight hug.

He chuckles and hugs me back. “Tae invited me and Jinnie to see Jungkook fight! He told me you’d be up here, too!”, he informs while bopping to the song playing loudly in the club. “When’s Jinnie coming?”, I ask while bopping along to The Race by Tay K. He shrugs before taking my hand a leading me down to the dance floor. “Come on! This is JK’s entrance song! It’s about to go dooown!!!”, he cheers excitedly as we stop on the outside of the makeshift ring. On the right side of the ring stands a 6’5 guy dressed in a white and silver boxing robe. Then, I watch in awe as Jungkook comes in bopping dressed in red and black from head to toe.

The mediator, a pretty dark-haired girl in a bikini, steps in with a mic. “To the right in white we have Savage San as our newest challenger!!”, the girl announces whilst gesturing to the right side of the ring. At the sound of his title, the tall male removes his hood to reveal a very handsome face. The crowd cheers wildly as he raises his hands to wave. He looks in my direction and sends me a flirty wink before blowing me a kiss.

I freeze and turn to look in Jungkook’s direction to see that his hood is already off and… He. Looks. PISSED! Seeing this, the mediator smirks. “AND IN OUR LEFT CORNER, DRESSED IN RED AND BLACK, WE HAVE OUR GRAND MASTER… PRETTY BOY JK!!!!”, she announces causing the crowd to break into mass hysteria. Jungkook shrugs off his robe to reveal a toned, muscular torso. Both of his arms are covered in sleeves of inky designs. Across his pectorals, two dragons are coiled around each other in what looks like attempted strangulation. His tattoos and furious glare make for a very intimidating image. San, who’s still trying to catch my eye, looks utterly unbothered.

The mediator steps out of the ring to be replaced by the referee. “Okay, gents. I expect a clean fight. No scratching, biting, or foul play of any sort. You got three rounds to show what you’re made of. If one of you is unable to fight after any round, the win goes to the other by forfeit. If you tap out, the other wins by forfeit. Now shake hands.”, the referee says and gestures the two toward each other. Their hands connect and a firm handshake begrudgingly transpires.

They go to their respective corners and wait. Anxiety and excitement fill my chest as I watch the two. This is bound to undoubtedly be epic. A gentle nudge meets my side. “Who do you think will win?”, Namjoon asks. I shrug a mutter a worried “I don’t know…”. A scoff from my other side causes me to turn slightly. Jin, Namjoon’s boyfriend, stands with a hand sassily on his hip. “Wrong answer, love. JK always wins. My guess is, because of the funny business that San guy tried with you, this fight isn’t going to be long at all.”, he says matter-of-factly before lazily draping his arm across my shoulder.

“Round 1 begins in 3… 2… 1!! FIGHT!!!!”, the referee roars while waving a bright green flag. I watch in fascination as San swings at Jungkook’s left cheek only for him to duck and hit him with a powerful uppercut. San stumbles back in shock, but it’s short-lived. He holds up his fists in time to block a heavy blow from Jungkook. The two trade and dodge blows from each other left and right. San is sweating bullets in concentration while Jungkook’s body is only lightly covered in a misty sheen of perspiration.

The round has five minutes remaining and Jungkook looks about fed up with his opponent. As San goes to deliver a strong left hook, Jungkook dodges to the right and behind him before sending a sharp roundhouse kick to San’s lower back. Caught off guard, San stumbles to his knees.

Jungkook seizes this new opportunity and throws his left leg over San’s shoulder. I watch as Jungkook throws himself to the floor while simultaneously wrapping his right leg around San’s neck immobilizing him immediately. Jungkook is choking San with his thighs, and there’s nothing San can do about it. I watch in awe as San tries to break free only for Jungkook’s hold to tighten more. Just when it looks like San’s gone blue in the face, he slams his hand down three times signaling his forfeit. Jungkook holds on for a few seconds more before releasing a very delirious San. I stand in utter disbelief as I watch San crawl back into his corner. Pride swells in my chest and I find myself cheering wildly with the rest of the elated crowd.

The referee kneels to see if San is okay to which he responds by promptly passing out. Shock crosses the referee’s features before he stands and makes his way over to Jungkook. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, OUR WINNER FOR TONIGHT IS PRETTY BOY JK!!!!!”, he announces before lifting Jungkook’s arm in triumph.

Octavian and Skepta’s Papi Chulo begins blasting through the clubs’ speakers. Jungkook’s eyes meet mine and that oh-so-familiar smirk spreads across his features. He lifts his other hand before making a come-hither motion. The two guards on the outside of the ring part the ropes and motion me to walk forward. I sigh shakily before making my way under the ropes and into the elevated ring. Once I’m about two feet away from him, Jungkook catches my waist and jerks me forward so that my slightly chubby body slams against his strong, sturdy one. I find myself trying to look everywhere but those fiery chocolate eyes when his hand catches my chin to redirect my gaze. As our eyes meet, his smirk widens into a mischievous grin.

Before I could even process what was happening, Jungkook’s plush lips are on mine. I gasp allowing him to slip his tongue in. The crowd behind us is going insane. As Jungkook pulls away, he whispers, “Since you’re all mine now… how about those eggs?”. A heavy warmth washes over me and I look away. In the crowd I see Tae, Candie, Jin, and Namjoon cheering and nodding vehemently. I turn back to Jungkook and smile softly. “Sure, Pretty Boy.”, I say with heavy shyness causing him to chuckle darkly.

Without a moment's hesitation or warning, I’m being thrown over Jungkook’s shoulder and being carried out of the club. “Jungkook put me down! My ass is gonna be on show!!”, I hiss and try to wiggle out of his grip. There’s a loud slap and stinging sensation that follows on my left ass cheek. “Quiet, baby. No one’s gonna be seeing this ass but me!”, he announces as we make our way out of the club entrance. Soon, I’m sitting in the front seat of his black Corvette Stingray. The engine roars to life as Jungkook twists the key in the ignition. He leans over and buckles my seat belt before nipping at my ear. “Hang on, kitten! You’re in for a wild, wild ride!!”, he says as we speed out of the parking lot and into the bustling highway. I was in for a wild ride indeed.

(A/N):

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please comment and and like!!

#bts fic #bts ambw #bts army #bts jungkook #jungkook #ambw #infires #namjin #fight

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cherryblossomflowers · 4 years

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An Old Life Meets A New (Pt22)

Pairing: Jensen x Daughter, Danneel x Stepdaughter, Jared x Niece

Warnings: Slight Cussing, Angst, Fluff, Death Mentioned, Car Accident Mentioned, Anxiety/Depression, Arguing, Panic Attacks, Yelling, Fighting, Sex Mentioned

Summary: After the recent death of her mother, Harper must adjust to her new life in the Ackles home, this includes a new stepmother, half-siblings, and reconnecting with her father.

A/N: Long Chapter Alert! Poor Harper, that’s all I can say. The woman, Lizzy, is Harper’s mother’s name and Dennis is Harper’s mother’s boyfriend in case there is any confusion. No hate on Danneel or Jensen please. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 22

"I don't want to hear it," said Harper, "It's clear to me now that you didn't care, Dad. You didn't even fight to stay in my life."

"Yes I did, Harper. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Let me finish the story, then you'll understand," replied Jensen.

Harper pouted and crossed her arms, "What could you possibly say to change my mind?"

Jensen sighed, "Believe me, it's important that you know this part."

Harper rolled her eyes, "Maybe...maybe Mom was right. You leaving us was better for everyone."

Jensen felt his heart break, "Harper, please. I really think you need to know about this."

"Fine, proceed," Harper replied, not making eye contact.

Jensen looked forward, "It was your spring ballet recital..."

*FLASHBACK*

An 8-year-old Harper was dancing on stage in Central Park. It was her ballet solo in the recital. She stuck out from the other girls in her blue ballet tutu, but she didn't care. She smiled as she danced, enjoying every minute of her solo.

Jensen sat in the front of the crowd, his smile beamed as he watched his little girl shine on stage. Lizzy and her new boyfriend, Dennis, sat next to Jensen as they watched Harper.

Once Harper's solo finished, the crowd erupted in applause and everyone was on their feet, especially Jensen.

He was whistling and clapping as loud as he could. He didn't care if anyone stared at him or made fun of him. This was his daughter's moment. He was there for her.

The ballet dancers walked off stage to their teacher as the crowd dispersed. Lizzy and Dennis had started to walk away during the applause, but that was pretty normal. Jensen wanted to stay and see Harper.

The ballet dancers ran out from backstage to go find their parents. Harper caught Jensen's eye and ran right to him.

He grabbed her and picked her up, tossing her into the air, "Babygirl, that was tremendous! You're such an amazing dancer!"

Harper giggled, "Thanks, Daddy," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

When she did this, Jensen noticed a small bruise on her arm. He lifted her sleeve to see more bruises on her upper arm to her shoulder.

"Harper, honey, what are all these bruises from?" he asked.

Harper shrugged, "I fell during warm ups. I'm okay though, I promise."

Jensen nodded, confused as to how bruises like that could be all over her arm. He smiled at his daughter and spun in a circle, making the girl laugh. This gesture also made Jensen smile.

He stopped when he saw Harper's mom and her boyfriend standing over by the stage. Lizzy gave Jensen a look, which Jensen figured was a way to tell him to come to her.

Harper looked at Jensen, "Where are we going, Daddy?"

"Over to your mom and Dennis," he answered.

Harper seemed scared and shook her head, "Can't we stay over here? Just you and me?"

Jensen have her a questioning look, "Don't you want Mom to tell you how good your dancing was?"

Harper looked over at her mother then back to Jensen, shaking her head.

Jensen chuckled, "Are you getting shy? My little girl?" he said as he tickled her stomach.

Harper giggled, "No, Daddy! Stop!"

"There's the smile I love to see," Jensen kissed her cheek.

Jensen made his way over to where Lizzy and Dennis were standing. Harper clung to Jensen as they got closer.

Lizzy looked up and met Harper's eye, "There she is."

Harper turned her head into Jensen's neck to avoid her mother. Lizzy noticed this and held out her arms to take Harper from Jensen.

"No, it's okay. I got her," said Jensen, squeezing Harper.

Lizzy rolled her eyes, "Okay, fine."

The four continued to walk in the park in mostly silence. Jensen every once in a while would try to spark a conversation, but Lizzy or Dennis would shut it down with one word answers. Harper was clearly tired from dancing and slowly drifting to sleep on Jensen's shoulder.

"Why don't we head back to your place, Lizzy, and let Harper rest?" asked Jensen.

Lizzy let out a breath, "Jensen, let's talk," she turned to Dennis, "Babe, can you take Harper for a bit?"

Dennis walked up to Jensen and carefully took Harper from his arms as not to wake her. Jensen didn't seem to happy in Dennis taking Harper, but he didn't protest.

Dennis walked away with Harper while Lizzy grabbed Jensen's arm and pulling him in the opposite direction.

Lizzy stopped and pulled Jensen close, "When's the baby due?"

Jensen shrugged, "Sometime next week I think."

"So this is the last time you'll be seeing Harper," Lizzy said quietly.

Jensen felt angry in that moment, "Now hold on, Lizzy. I'm sure there is something you and I can work out. Maybe Harper can spend summers with me or something."

Lizzy shook her head, "And be exposed to your new family? Jensen, I am not going to let that happen."

"What's so wrong with her hanging out with her stepmother and meeting her sister?"

"I can think of a million things wrong with that! But only one that matters: Harper will not be raised in two families. I refuse to let it happen," said Lizzy.

Jensen had tears in his eyes, "So that's the reason? That's the reason why I can no longer see my daughter is because of your selfishness?"

Lizzy scoffed, "I am not being selfish, Ackles. Harper will not be raised in two different households with two different families. She already asks too many questions. 'Why doesn't Daddy just stay? Why are you with someone else, don't you love Daddy?' Tell me, what's going to happen if she goes down to Texas this summer, huh? I'll tell you what'll happen. She'll come back here and ask more questions like 'Why does Daddy have another family? Does he not love me anymore?' And I am not about to put my daughter through that."

Tears were rolling down Jensen's face, "You know better than that Elizabeth. Harper loves me, she loves Danneel, and she loves Jared. You can't take her from all that. It'll crush her."

"I don't care, Jensen. My daughter-"

"She's not just your daughter! She's our daughter. That means I get a say in what happens in her life," Jensen yelled.

"You get a say, huh? So tell me, Ackles. If you get a say of what happens in her life, why don't you just take her with you back to Texas? Let her live and grow up there. Let her be a celebrities daughter, getting bombarded by paparazzi and interviewers everyday."

"Lizzy-"

"Take her away from ballet and her friends here, but don't worry she'll find new ones right? And she'll have Danneel. Might as well let her be with her real mother, right?"

"Lizzy please-"

"And when she starts crying to come back to New York, you can be the one to tell her no. That her life is in Texas is her forever home."

"Elizabeth, stop!"

There were so many eyes on Jensen now. Lizzy and Dennis for sure, but the people walking around in the park also stopped to see the argument.

Jensen took a deep breath, "Lizzy I don't want to fight about this. You know I can't take Harper from her home in New York. She's doing amazing things here. She has ballet and her friends and her mother. She loves Texas, but she loves New York more."

"Let me tell you something, Ackles. See that man over there with our daughter," Lizzy said pointing at Dennis, "That man has been more of a father to Harper in the last 5 months then you have in 8 years."

Jensen rolled his eyes, "Oh please. I've done more for Harper then he ever will. You forget, I have come to see Harper every 3 weeks for 8 years. I call and talk to her everyday. You're acting like I've never been there for her!"

Lizzy got in Jensen's face, her voice barely above a whisper, "Oh, I guess Harper didn't tell you. Last night, she called Dennis 'Dad'."

Jensen took a step back. He felt all the air being pulled from his lungs and his heart start to break.

Lizzy crossed her arms and smirked, "So don't act all innocent here Jensen. She obviously doesn't see you in that way."

Jensen tried one last time to get through to Lizzy, "Please, Elizabeth. Let me continue to see my daughter. I'll do anything to stay in her life. Please."

Lizzy turned her back to Jensen and crossed her arms, "Nothing will change my mind, Jensen. Harper is getting older, and she doesn't need to deal with the stress of two families and a father that doesn't stick around."

"But Lizzy-"

"Jensen Ross Ackles, I swear if you do not leave right this minute," Lizzy turned around, her teeth clenched and voice barely above a whisper, "I'll tell Harper the reason you left me," she paused, "Was because you didn't want her."

Jensen's face went pale, "You wouldn't dare. You know that's not the reason I left, Lizzy. You wouldn't do that to me."

"Really? Do you want to take that bet?" asked Lizzy.

Jensen turned to look at a sleeping Harper in Dennis's arms. Tears filled his eyes as he turned back to Lizzy.

"Dennis and I can raise Harper on our own without any help from you," Lizzy stated.

"Dennis? Lizzy, have you seen Harper around him? She doesn't want anything to do with him," Jensen argued back.

Lizzy turned to look at Harper, "Well it seems to me she's perfectly fine, sound asleep in his arms. I love Dennis and he loves me, more than you ever did. He even treats Harper like his own."

A single tear fell down Jensen's face. He felt defeated. There was nothing he could do, he's lost.

"So you have two options, Ackles. You can either catch a cab to the airport right now and never look back, or I can walk right over there and tell Harper you never wanted her, you never loved or cared about her, and you wished she had never been born."

"But Lizzy, you know none of that's true. I just wasn't ready for kids at the time. After being around her for the last 8 years I know now that I was wrong. I'm ready to be a parent, and I want to be a father to Harper," begged Jensen.

Lizzy turned to Jensen and whispered, "Leave, Jensen, now. For good. Forever."

Jensen felt hurt. His chest ached, his heart was breaking, and he felt like he couldn't fight anymore.

"Fine, I'll leave."

"One other thing before you go. As long as I am living on this planet, you will never tell Harper about this. About why you're leaving," Lizzy spoke.

Jensen nodded, "Okay."

"You will not call her, you will not visit her, and you will forget about us. She will grow up without you in her life. She'll be better off forgetting you exist."

"Yes, ma'am. But...can I at least get...one last picture with Harper?" Jensen pleaded.

Lizzy rolled her eyes at Jensen, "Just one. Then you go."

Jensen nodded and made his was over to Dennis and Harper. He held out his arms to take Harper from Dennis. He handed her over to Jensen, who squeezed the little girl tightly.

Harper mumbled, "Daddy?"

The tears came back to Jensen's eyes, "I'm right here babygirl. I'm here."

Jensen set her down to her feet and stared at her.

Harper reached her hand up, "Daddy, you're crying. Are you sad?"

Jensen made eye contact with Lizzy, who was talking to Dennis. He shook his head, "No baby. I'm okay."

Harper smiled, "Then smile, silly!"

Jensen chuckled, "You always know how to bring a smile to my face, don't you?"

"Well yeah, you're my Daddy. Of course I know how to make you smile," Harper giggled.

Jensen laid a hand on her face, "I have a favor to ask, Harper. Before I get on the plane to go back to Texas."

"Okie dokie, what is it?" Harper asked.

"Can I get a picture with you?" Jensen smiled at her.

"Of course. Always able to give back to my fans," Harper spun in a circle.

Jensen chuckled at his daughter, took her hand and walked with her over to Lizzy and Dennis. Lizzy smiled at her daughter while Dennis rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Hey, Lizzy. Could you take a picture of Harper and I?" Jensen asked her.

Lizzy took out her phone and opened the camera app, "Get close, you two."

Jensen took a knee next to Harper as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Lizzy's flash went off, capturing the picture of Jensen and Harper.

As she put her phone away, she said, "I'll text it to you later."

Jensen turned Harper to face him, "Okay, babygirl. I got to go now."

In an instant, tears flooded Harper's eye, "But Daddy-"

"No buts this time, Harper. Daddy has to go. But I want you to know something. I love you very much, and I will always love you, okay? No matter what." Jensen replied, tears forming in his own eyes.

Harper jumped to hug Jensen around his neck. Jensen stood up and squeezed the little girl tightly.

She didn't know it, but that was the last hug she'd get from him. Jensen made sure to hug her extra tightly. He wanted that hug to last forever, but it couldn't.

Jensen set her down and kissed her cheek, "Be good, okay?"

Harper nodded, "Will you call me when you land?"

Jensen looked up to Lizzy who gave him a stern look.

He sighed, "Of course, babygirl."

Jensen walked away from them, turning back once to wave at Harper. She waved back before Dennis grabbed her arm and started pulling her in the opposite direction to leave the park.

As Jensen made his way to the airport, the tears that were flowing down his face never stopped. His heart was breaking the further he got from New York.

When he landed, he looked down at his phone. Lizzy had sent him the photo from the park. He saved it in his photos, turned off his phone completely, and never looked back.

*FLASHBACK END*

Harper was hugging a pillow as Jensen finished telling the story. He had his head in his hands as he cried.

"I wanted to tell you that day, Harper. I really did. But I couldn't. I was so scared of what your mother would do that I just did what she told me and left," Jensen said fighting tears.

Harper's tears were constant as well, "But why now? Why did you wait for 7 years?"

Jensen let out a deep sigh, "Because I was stupid. I should've told you sooner, but I didn't know if your mom would allow it. I really should've told you the day you got here but I was so scared of how you would react."

"So, Mom was the reason all along?" asked Harper.

Jensen nodded, "I didn't want her feeding you lies. I had to protect you. I'm so sorry, Harper."

Harper thought for a moment, "Does anyone else know?"

"I told Jared this morning, not in full detail but the important parts. I told Danneel when the twins were born. Nobody else though."

Jensen and Harper sat in silence for a while, neither knowing what to say.

Harper sighed and quietly spoke, "Can I...be alone for a while?"

Jensen stood up and walked towards her door, but before he left he turned back to her, "If you want to talk about it, I'm here."

Harper faked a smile to him as he walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

She sat there, crying into her pillow for a long time. She looked up at the photo of her mom on her nightstand. Picking it up to look at it, Harper's saddness turned into anger as she threw the photo across the room, shattering it into pieces.

Harper laid down in her bed, still hugging the pillow, and cried herself to sleep.

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The next morning, Jensen and Danneel were in the kitchen brewing coffee. JJ, Arrow, and Zeppelin were in the living room watching the rain fall from the sky from the open windows.

Jensen hardly slept that night. He assumed Harper also didn't sleep. As much as he wanted to check on her during the night, he resisted so she could have some space.

Danneel laid a hand on Jensen's back, "Why don't I go see if she's awake?"

Jensen shook his head, "No, I should do it."

"Okay. Come get me though if you need help," replied Danneel, kissing his cheek.

Jensen trudged up the stairs, past the dining area and TV room, and down the hallway to Harper's bedroom.

He knocked lightly on her door before turning the handle and pushing the door open, "Harper? Honey are you awake?"

He looked inside and saw Harper still fast asleep, the blankets covering her face. He saw the broken glass and frame on the ground, figuring it was the photo on her nightstand as it was no longer there. When he looked up at the wall, he took note that she finished her painting.

He smiled and thought, Wow, she did a pretty good job.

Jensen sat down on the edge of her bed, "Harper, I know you're still probably upset, so I thought maybe you and I could hang out for the day. Just the two of us. We could go for a drive, watch a movie, anything you'd like."

He laid a hand down on her shoulder, but soon realized that was not her shoulder. He stood up quickly and pulled the blankets off the bed.

Harper wasn't there.

Jensen was panicked as he ran out of the room and back into the kitchen. Once he got there, he instantly got Danneel's attention with the words, "Harper's gone!"

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-- about my writing --

I’m currently taking requests / asks for headcanons [ can be either NSFW or just in general or a specific idea ] or fluff/filth Alphabet letters. These are the only requests I plan on taking. If you send me prompts / one shot ideas.. I won’t do them, sorry.

To see what the questions are for the fluff / filth alphabet, see [this post]

[ To my thots anon whomst I love with every cell in my body... Your thots are all going to fall under NSFW headcanons so please.. By all means.. Feel free to send me all the thots you want because I really really really really really enjoy writing them!!! Also, you can find the thots you’ve sent me on my nsfw masterlist, they’re not going anywhere. They were so good I had to add them to a masterlist somehow, I couldn’t resist. At everyone else out there, the same applies to you guys.]

So.. Here’s the thing.. I’ve decided that I’m going to be taking 3 kinds of requests. Those are as follows: Headcanons { filthy, fluffy or themed specifically at your choosing }, fluffy alphabet and filthy alphabet letters. These are the only kinds of request I answer so don’t send me prompts / one shot requests or ideas unless I specifically say otherwise.

Bearing the above in mind, I have some guidelines.

I’m only accepting headcanons (nsfw / fluff / specific theme &/or reader), fluffy or filthy alphabet letters. If you send me one shot ideas or prompts, I’m going to delete them because I don’t do one-shots.

One character per ask. I don’t care how many asks you send. But I ask that you only send one character per ask because that makes things a lot more simple for me.

You can send up to 4 letters in each ask if you’re asking for either version of the alphabet. Be sure to let me know whether you want filth or fluff or a mix of both. IE, you could send me something like this; character name - a, b {filth} & j v {fluff}. I’m not saying your ask has to look exactly like this but it does need to clearly state which version you’re asking for. The format I just did above was just the easiest way that came to mind for me.

The more precise you are with the headcanon requests you send, the better I can tailor them to you. If you just want an overall NSFW headcanon or overall fluff, that’s totally fine. But if you want a specific scenario ( friends to lovers, date night, weddings, the sky is the limit here) you need to tell me that. The same goes for if you want a specific reader (POC, plus size, sick, shy, virgin, imprint, etc) then I need to know that. It’s like I said.. The more specifics you give me, that’s more I have to work from.

As far as headcanons go, the things I won’t write are rape, incest / huge age gaps between reader / character. I’ll only write abuse if someone is getting their just desserts at the hands of character on readers behalf. Any asks containing rape / incest / huge age gaps are going to be deleted.

All asks must come to my inbox. I don’t take requests through DM or in comments on a post. If it helps, my anon is on, so you can request to your hearts content.

If the ask box is closed, this means I’m currently not taking headcanon or fluff/filth alphabet requests. This will also be noted on my blog bio and possibly a post stating why/for how long. Anything sent in after the ask box is closed will either be gotten to the next go around or it’ll be deleted, depending on the situation.

First of all... My content is meant strictly for adults. I do write some things that people underage can safely read, but that is not always the case. I realize that I can’t stop minors from reading my work, but I can tell you outright that I’d rather you skip over it if you’re underage and it clearly states that it’s not written for anyone underage. Again.. I can’t do anything to stop minors from reading my NSFW content beyond just choosing never to post writing on the internet. And I don’t plan on stopping, so.. yeah.

I put warnings on everything. Reading those will definitely save you time and upset. If you keep reading something I’ve written and it upsets you in any way, I’m sorry but I can’t help. I warned you. You chose to take the risk -and most likely, you chose to skip the warning I gave before the post even started... It’s strictly on you now. It’s out of my hands. Any complaints or things of that nature are gonna be laughed at and deleted out of my inbox because I’m not here to argue or censor myself. I’m not your parents, just a peer. If you as a minor choose to look at me, an adult adjacent person, as an authority figure of any sort... First of all, why? Ya’ll.. no.. please don’t. I’m a hot mess, okay? To look at me like any trust worthy authority figure is... A huge error on your own part. Secondly, please don’t. I’m here to enjoy my favorite fandoms / post content for them. I’m not here to please people / censor myself and my content to make everyone else happy... Let me repeat. I put warnings on everything I post. If you keep reading and you read something you’re not supposed to this is now solely your own problem. Sorry, I guess?

I’ve seen other adults saying that they block minors on here. While I’m not gonna do that.. I will not tag minors in my NSFW content knowingly. If I find out you’re a minor and I’m posting something NSFW for a fandom you’ve asked to be tagged in, I will not be tagging you. Sorry. As much as I say I’m not here to parent you and I’m just your peer and you need to think of me like that instead, I’m also not willing to risk anything, either. I’m truly sorry in advance.

While I’m talking about tagging people / my taglist...If you want me to tag you in my writing, you need to be on my taglist. The taglist can be found [ here ] or you can dm / send an ask telling me you want to be added and I will be more than happy to do so. Don’t be afraid to ask me. I don’t mind at all!

Every now and then, I’ll tag my friends in things I write. If I tag you in something and you don’t want me to, let me know. I won’t do it anymore. I’m not here to overwhelm or annoy anyone and I don’t want to come off as pushy, either. SO.. if you’re getting tagged or whatever and you want me to stop tagging you, all you have to do is let me know.

If you’re not on my tag list (or I don’t know you well enough to know whether you’d potentially want to read something) I will not be tagging you. If you’re a minor and I know for sure/think you are and it’s smut, I will definitely not be tagging you.

Content I’m not willing to write or you probably won’t find here: Incest and Rape. Those are my hard no’s. Just the thought of writing something like that makes me feel gross. I’m also not going to be writing huge age gaps in romantic stories either. (the closest I’ll come is like.. 18/19 and up to 24...) I mean absolutely no offense against people who can and do write things like this, I just can’t?

American Horror Story; tate langdon, ben harmon, kit walker, kyle, dandy mott, jimmy darling, james patrick march, michael langdon, xavier plympton and night stalker.

Arrowverse; oliver queen, john diggle, slade wilson/deathstsroke, barry allen, cisco ramon, ray palmer, mick rory.

Bands / Celebrities; ask before sending because I haven’t done many of these and I’m still adjusting… Off the top of my head I’ve written for / feel comfortable with Nick Groff (ghost adventures), Jon Bernthal.. There are lots of others but alas, I’d stretch this out so badly if I added too many more names.

Boondock Saints movie; Connor Macmanus Murphy Macmanus & Rocco.

Breakfast Club movie; John Bender.

Castle Rock tv series; Dennis Zalewski, The Kid.

Criminal Minds; Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Hotch, Tobias Hankel & Adam/Amanda.

Crybaby Movie; wade walker.

CSI tv series; Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom, Tim Speedle, Ryan Wolfe, Eric Delko, Danny Messer, Don Flack, Mack Taylor.

Dazed & Confused movie; Randal Pink Floyd, Mike Newhouse, Ron Slater, Fred O’Bannion and Kevin Pickford.

DC Cinematic; Digger Harkness.

Detroit Rock City movie; Tripp, Lex, Hawk and Jam.

Fast & The Furious series; Dom Toretto, Han.

Four Brothers movie; Angel, Jack or Bobby Mercer

Friday Night Lights tv series; Tim Riggins, ,Matt Saracen, Landry Clarke, Bobby Riggins, Vince.

General Hospital tv series; Sonny Corinthos, Jason Morgan, Johnny Zacarra, Dante Falconeri, several other of the guys on here…

Ghostbusters 80′s version movie; Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler , Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore.

Gotham tv series; Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, Joker, Riddler.

Harry Potter movies; Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom.

Horror movies various; Billy Loomis/Scream, Charlie Walker/Scre4m, Wade/ House of Wax, Tom Hanninger/My Bloody Valentine + others. Trust me, there are... So many others. I just didn’t have the brain power to think of them all at the moment.

Law & Order tv series; Barba, Carisi, Stabler.

Lucifer tv series; Lucifer Morningstar.

Luke Cage; Luke Cage, Shades Alvarez.

Marvel Cinematic; Bruce Banner/hulk, Captain america/steve rogers, bucky barnes/winter soldier, eric killmonger, hawkeye/clintbarton, thor, loki, pietro maximoff, venom/eddie brock, starlord/peter quill, ironman/tony stark, wolverine.. I’m a marvel ho.

Mayans MC tv series; Angel Reyes and Ez Reyes.

NCIS tv series; Anthony Dinozzo, Timothy McGee, Marty Deeks, Greg Callen.

On My Block tv series; Spooky Diaz.

Punisher tv series; Billy Russo, Frank Castle.

Riverdale tv series; Jughead Jones, FP Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweetpea, Archie Andrews.

Shameless tv series; Lip Gallagher.

Sons of Anarchy tv series; Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston.

Stranger Things tv series; Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Jim Hopper.

Star Wars movie series; Han Solo, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Poe Dameron, Finn.

Supernatural tv series; Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Benny Lafitte, Kevin Tran.

Teen Wolf tv series; Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Derek Hale.

The Crow movie series; Eric Draven and Jimmy Quervo/Wicked Prayer.

The Lost Boys movie series; Edgar Frog, Allen Frog, David, Michael Emmerson, Sam Emmerson.

The Outsiders book/movie; Two Bit Matthews, Dally Winston, Darry Curtis, Soda Pop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle.

The Walking Dead tv series; Daryl Dixon, Shane walsh, Rick Grimes, Negan, Glenn Rhee.

The Vampire Diaries tv series; Klaus Mikaelson, Kai Parker, Kol Mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert, Damon Salvatore.

Twelve Rounds 3 movie; Detective John Shaw.

Twilight movies/books; Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Embry Call.

I’m gonna be honest here. I post on my own time, at my own pace. Some days I post constantly, sometimes it’s days or even weeks, and occasionally, a month before I post anything. So.. Now ya know.

If I’m not on and posting, odds are I’m busy, taking a break or whatever. But I’ll come back! I always do.

Basically, what I’m saying here is I have no set posting schedule. At all. I post what I want when I’m in the mood to do so. Just something to keep in mind when you’re asking for headcanons / nsfw alphabet letters with characters.

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