#so I’m posting here to get it out of my system

[quintessenceofdust88]

Congratulations on 500!!! 🎉💗 I’d love some bucktommy with pregnant Buck and prompt 6 ✨

Thank youuu Lory 🎉💗🎉💗 Here you go, prompt 6 with pregnant Buck! I decided to go a little rom-com with it and I hope you like it! It's post 8x18 and canon verse! Prompt 6: “Of course I’m pregnant! Can’t you see that?” “Well, I didn’t want to assume and be rude.

Thing is, Buck wasn't even supposed to be on the field. He's almost six months pregnant, and more often than not has been relegated to desk duty for the past few weeks.

But Ravi sprained his ankle on their last call and has been sent home early, and they get a call for a big car pile-up before Chim can even think about calling someone to replace him. He looks as if he wants to protest when Buck makes his way towards the truck, but then he sighs, realizing they don't have much of a choice.

"No shenanigans, Buckley, you hear me?", Chim says sternly. "You better keep my niece safe"

"Copy that, Cap", Buck says, and he means it; he doesn't plan to put his baby girl in danger. "I'll be fine, Chim"

Turns out. Buck is not as fine as he thought he would be. A few weeks of desk duty has left him slightly out of practice, and carrying fifteen extra pounds definitely doesn't help. He tries to push through at first, but he's sweating, and his legs are trembling, and his daughter is fiercely kicking him in protest.

"Buck, go and sit down before we have to take care of you instead of the patients", Hen says, not unkindly, but firmly, and Chim nods while ordering Eddie to take over search and rescue.

Buck doesn't protest as he normally would; he really could use a moment to sit. He finds a bench by the sidewalk and heavily sits on it, a small sigh escaping his lips as he rests a hand on his bump. He closes his eyes for a second, trying to will his hearbeat to slow down, and that's why he only knows someone approached him when he hears the last voice he expected to.

"Evan?!"

With a jolt, Buck opens his eyes only to find Tommy standing over him. He's wearing his flight suit, looking sinfully good, and right now staring at Buck with widened blue eyes.

"What are you -" Tommy starts, and then he looks down, noticing the very prominent bump Buck is showing.

Buck can practically see Tommy's brain running the math, and he tries his best not to flinch. He... he meant to tell Tommy, he truly did. But then there was the laboratory lockdown, and Bobby died, and things kept happening, and then it was too late, and he didn't know how to anymore.

"Evan, um." Tommy says awkwardly, rubbing his neck, and looking from the bump to Buck's face. "Are you pre- um. Are you...?"

Buck knows it's probably a shock to Tommy, and he could be kinder about it. He could, but there are hormones running through his system, and now he's nervous about Tommy finding out, and before he knows it he's rolling his eyes at him.

"Of course I'm pregnant! Can't you see that?" Buck says, pointing to the bump straining against his LAFD shirt.

"Well, I didn't want to assume and be rude!", Tommy says defensively, and then gives Buck that trademark bitchy look. "We... we haven't talked in weeks and... You never said anything. You never told me"

"Well, who says it's yours?" Buck retorts, and he meant it mostly as a joke; after all, he's never slept with another man besides Tommy.

But Tommy's face falls instantly, and Buck can see those wretched emotional walls coming up as he crosses his arms around his chest.

"I'm kidding!", he rushes to correct himself, hurriedly getting up and placing a hand on Tommy's shoulder before he can go away. "Of course it's yours, Tommy, I... whoa."

Buck shouldn't have gotten up so fast; he feels the world spin around him and his knees buckle. The only reason he doesn't fall is because Tommy has wrapped two strong arms around him.

"Hey, you okay? I've got you" Tommy says, impossibly tender, and Buck nods tentatively.

"Yeah, just... She doesn't like sudden movements" He mutters, and Tommy looks as if the sun itself has taken home on his smile.

"She? It's a girl?" Tommy asks, his voice filled with wonder and delight, and Buck definitely regrets every time he thought about telling him and didn't go through with it, too afraid Tommy would reject him and their baby.

"Y-yeah. Still haven't named her. Didn't... Didn't feel right to do it alone" Buck admits, and it's so very true. Every time he tried to think of names, the first thought in his mind was what Tommy would think of them.

"Well, I... I'd love to help you with that" Tommy says, and he looks so vulnerable, so eager, that Buck feels like he's falling in love with him all over again.

Before he can stop himself, he presses a gentle kiss to Tommy's lips, their daughter a steady and warm presence between the two of them.

"I want you to help me" Buck reassures him softly, and Tommy gives him that scrunchy smile that makes Buck's heart skip a beat.

Tommy's very inconvenient captain chooses that moment to call him over the radio, and his regret is clear all over his face when he squeezes Buck's hand.

"I gotta go. Text me?" He asks, and Buck nods.

"I promise", he says, and he means it.

"Take care. Of you both", Tommy says, pressing a kiss to Buck's forehead and a gentle hand to his bump before rushing away.

Buck stands there, smiling, all tiredness forgotten and replaced by a happiness he hasn't felt ever since losing Bobby.

He wonders what Tommy's doing Saturday, and if he'll like Buck's baked Alaska.

[bcystar]

— IS THAT X-MEN?

you have the best first and last date with a mysterious sailor

pairing: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

authors note: Hi sorry for not posting a fic in a hot minute…finals took all the motivation out of me 🥀🥀 Not gonna lie, I had no idea where I was going with this…I had like a slight idea and ran with it 🤷🏻‍♀️ I was supposed to post this on Monday but I also started to write it on Monday (and it was Memorial Day and I was at a bbq like most of the day) so then I was like “I’ll js post it the last day of fleet week” which was Tuesday but I never did so here it is now!! My plan for next year is to post for a different dagger each day of fleet week 🙂‍↕️ I love the daggers and I love writing about them so if y’all have any requests on any of them, js leave it in my inbox!! ENJOY!!

The soft patters of the rain falling silenced your brain as you admired the art panels on the flimsy page of the comic. You studied the artistry and the bright of the colors but were pulled out of your trance when you heard the bells of the front door ringing followed by hurried squeaks. You tore your eyes off the page and were stunned by the sight before you. A lost looking man with the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen was hunched over with his hands of his knees while taking big breaths. It looked as if he was trying to suck all the air out of the room. Five huffs later he straightened his posture and rested his hands on his hips and started to look around. His eyes could’ve lit up the entire city by the look he gave when he saw his surroundings. He turned around slowly looking at each and every comic cover and he resembled a child in a candy store. You felt yourself grin at his reaction but quickly dropped it when he faced your direction. You focused back on the panel before you hoping he hadn’t seen you staring at him.

You heard his shoes squeal beneath him and started to internally curse yourself for being such a gawker. He finally stops in front of you and takes a moment to analyze before speaking. “Is that X-men?” You look up from the panel and immediately catch his big brown eyes.

“…uh yeah! Uncanny X-men vol.5!” You said in a bit too enthusiastic tone.

“I love this series! Is this your first time reading it?” You could’ve melted the way he smiled so widely at you.

“No I read it a few years ago, I like to re-read comics when I’m bored.”

“Me too! I carry some in my bag whenever I have to travel far for work.�� It’s only then you take in his clothes. A tan khaki shirt with a name pin reading “Garcia” above one pocket and a row of colors that has a pin of wings over the other paired with khaki uniform pants. They had dark brown dots scattered over them so it was obvious he was in the rain for a bit. It’s almost that he sensed the gears shifting in your head when he followed up his sentence. “I’m in the Navy” he chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Wow that’s cool, what’s your job?”

“Uh weapon system officer, I basically sit in the back seat of the plane and manage the weapon systems, hence the name.”

“…What’d you mean by the back seat? Isn’t there like a bunch of seats on a plane?”

“Well not those types of planes. I mean like an F-18! You know, a fighter jet?”

“What! That’s sick!”

And just like that you both got engrossed in conversations about comics and fighter jets alike. He’d told you about the different types of aircrafts the Navy flies and even went into intricate detail about the F-18 Super Hornet. He’d spent maybe fifteen minutes geeking out over fighter jets and you felt yourself getting butterflies in your stomach at the passion oozing off each word he spoke about his job. Somehow while he was talking about fighter jets he transitioned the conversation over to Marvel and now it was your turn to geek out. You explained the lore of Wolverine so well that Mickey could feel his knees weaken at your excitement for it. Somewhere along your tangent you’d mentioned Star Trek and his reaction could only be described as a person getting electrocuted seeing the way he lit up in joy.

You’d spent who knows how long talking about your favorite characters and comics that you hadn’t even realized the rain stop and the Sun hiding under the horizon. It was only when Assad, the store manager, cleared his throat from behind Mickey that you realized how late it had gotten. You peeked over Mickeys shoulder, out the window, and saw the bright artificial lights illuminate the sidewalks of twenty-first street. You looked back up at Mickey—who was hardcore staring at you—and speak up. “Hey if you’re not busy, wanna grab a bite right now?”

“Sure! Where do you suggest we go? I’m not really from around here.” He responds while walking next to you as the both of you make your way out the door.

Mickey—being the gentleman that he is—holds the door open for you and bows his head “After you m’lady.” You giggle as you give him a small curtsy and walk out of the store.

He follows suit and his frame slightly towers over you. You walk a few paces in silence before you finally break the silence. “I never caught your name.” You look up at him.

“Oh yeah! I’m Mickey!” He extends his hand to you.

You respond with your name and shake his hand with a light chuckle.

Your hands linger together as you both stare into each other’s eyes and it seems that New York City falls silent for the first time. The chill of the air that was nipping away at your arms numbs away when his chestnut brown eyes with his widely dilated pupils find yours. You can feel heat creep up your cheeks and you notice the visible bright pink tint that adorns his cheeks the longer your hands stay intertwined. You reluctantly dropped your hands as you looked at the slightly busy sidewalk ahead of you. His head was still facing you and his gaze was analyzing all of your features. His eyes traced over your eyes, taking note of how deep they are and how they shine even under the streetlights. His eyes then looked over your nose and cheeks—holding back the urge to kiss them—and they finally fall onto your lips. They looked so kissable, they had a slight shine to them and they fit your face so perfectly. He licked his lips at the thought of getting a taste of them.

“You know I can feel you staring right?” You spoke while still looking ahead.

He immediately turns his head the same direction as yours in embarrassment and you can see his ears go bright red out of the corner of your eye. You chuckle at his reaction and wrap your arms around his left arm before speaking, “You’re so easy to fluster.” And you look up at him again.

Mickeys heart skips a beat at your sudden action and you can feel his muscles tense beneath your fingers.

“Well it’s difficult to keep my composure when I’ve got such a gorgeous lady wrapped around my arm.”

“Mmm I can imagine.” You say with a smug expression.

He turns his head to face you—probably for the umpteenth time—and his eyes flicker down to your lips. “So where you taking me?”

“This gyro stand, I’ve been going there since I was a teenager. I swear it’s the best gyro I’ve ever tasted!”

“I’ll hold you up to that.” He smiled at you.

It only takes five more minutes of exchanging details about yourselves before you finally reach the familiar face of the vendor, Sammy, and his stand. Sammy exclaimed happily as the two of you inched closer. “There’s my favorite customer!”

“There’s my favorite vendor!”

You both basically synchronized when you laughed at the same time. You leaned forward and gave Sammy a small hug over the low counter. It’s only when you pull back that he acknowledges Mickey. “Who’s your friend here?”

“Ah this is Mickey, we met down at Assad’s!” You say as you gesture behind yourself.

“Oh how is he?”

“Same old same old. Anyways, I will have two of my usual order please.”

“Ookay my darling that is fourteen dollars and twenty four cents.” Sammy says while he taps away on his little screen.

You get your wallet out of your pocket but you halt your action when you see Mickey dig through his wallet. “What are you doing?”

He looks up at you and waits a beat before responding. “Paying?”

“You’re not paying” you say as you nudge your card towards Sammy.

“Yes I am” Micky pushes his card closer to him.

“No I suggested we come here, it’s my responsibility to pay, move over sailor.”

“Well I’m the man so you’re not paying on my watch.”

Sammy smiles widely as he taps away on the payment screen.

“Neither of you are paying, this one’s on the house, lovebirds.” You and Mickey both stop in your antics and look at Sammy.

He was already busy assembling your orders with a wide smile on his face so there was no point in arguing. You and Mickey scoot closer to the pickup window and watch Sammy diligently work. “So how long are you gonna be in New York?” You ask.

“One more day, but I have an air show tomorrow and I’ll have to practice all day.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“Let’s make tonight worthwhile then.” You face him

“Is it not already?” He asks.

“It is, but, I don’t wanna ever forget tonight and I don’t ever want you to forget tonight.”

“Oh trust me, it’s already been pretty incredible.”

“Ahem if you guys are done now, here’s your food.” Sammy stood awkwardly while holding two gyros in foil wrapping.

You give Sammy a sarcastic eye roll as you take the wraps from him. As you turn to leave you shout “THANKS” and give him a smile as you take a big bite. Mickey was already on his third bite as you were just starting and you laughed at that. Mickeys “What?” comes out muffled as his mouth is full of food.

“You look like a squirrel!” You escape out through heavy laughs.

Mickey’s look of disbelief turns into a smile—or the best one he can give—and he starts to laugh too. He swallows the food remaining in his mouth and his laughter fills your ears. Your eyes squint and the skin around them crinkle and he swears there’s an angel before him. He’s more staring at you than laughing but there’s still soft giggles escaping him. You take another bite of your wrap and swallow before speaking. “Wanna go to my place? I have the best view of the fireworks from my window.”

“How far is it? I have to return to the boat soon.” Mickey says while checking the time on his watch.

“About a thirty minute walk, you don’t have to if you don’t want to! It’s totally cool if not we can do something else!” You say while rocking on the heels of your feet.

Mickey smiles in endearment “Lead the way, m’lady.” He offers you his arm once more and you accept it happily.

“You don’t have like a secret wife, girlfriend, or family do you?”

He chuckles at your question “I can promise you with my whole heart, I do not have a secret wife, girlfriend, OR family.”

You give him a soft smile and walk slightly ahead of him.

As your trek back to your apartment continues, you hear loud popping sounds from the sky behind you. You feel Mickey halt and turn around to see him staring up at the sky. You look up too and see the bright colorful lights blush the sky. A bright smile is plastered on your face and there is a glittery shine in your eyes. All the people around you seem to freeze too, to stare at the fireworks, all but one. Mickey was trying to look at the sky, really. Instead, he could only focus on you. The look you had on your face made his world stop and his knees buckle. He’d gotten so engrossed that he hadn’t even felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

“I think your phones ringing.” You snapped him out of your trance.

“Huh?” His head snaps away from you and his hands hurry to his pocket.

He fishes out his phone from his right pocket and sees Reubens name and photo illuminate his screen. He excuses himself and steps right out of earshot. You see him worriedly speak into his phone and an angry expression his hung on his face. He huffs out a heavy breath before hanging up the phone and reproaching you.

“I’m so sorry, there’s an emergency and my friends need me.”

Your heart twinges in disappointment but you push it aside.

“Oh…”

He pushes his phone your way before speaking again. “Here. Please put your number in it. I had a really really great time tonight. I really like you, I really don’t want to leave.” He basically begs.

You take the phone and type your number in and save your name. You take a quick selfie and save it to your contact on his phone. He takes the phone back and smiles at his screen before he turns back. “I’ll call as soon as it’s over, promise you’ll pick up?”

“Promise.” You give him a simple wave and he gave you an excited one in return.

“I’LL BE WAITING!!” Is the last thing you shout to him before he disappears from your line of view, you hear a faint “OKAY” coming from his voice and grin to yourself.

You couldn’t wait for his call.

[itspileofgoodthings]

deeply loving something or someone does not equal (≠) worshipping something. connecting with an artist’s body of work does not equal (≠) being invested in a celebrity for no reason besides their fame and power and money. hope this helps.

[the-way-astray]

i am not ready to get pissed off today but can we not ruin people’s positive fandom experiences. can we not. if someone makes a post saying “i love sophie foster!!!!” can we not go to that post and immediately comment “well i don’t like her”. if someone shares a headcanon and it clashes with yours can we not go to that post and reply “well that headcanon is WRONG because HERE’S WHAT CANON SAYS”. if someone talks about a ship can we not go on that post and start ripping it to shreds. can we not. you are aware that just scrolling past without engaging is an option, right? you know you can tamp down the urge to express your negative opinion where inappropriate, right? make your own damn post!!!! can we not ruin positivity posts for the people that like/made them. can we please not. please.

[rozugold]

google how do I stop being mad over something stupid

[neopet-euthanization]

dude people who refuse to even look at something they disagree with is a red flag. and before this becomes a “piss on the poor” post, this isn’t about looking at things that are genuinely upsetting, or allowing yourself to fall into rabbit holes or accept into your belief system things that you are opposed to. it just means, if every opinion you have is so fragile you refuse to even glance at the opposite perspective…. like, that’s bad dude. thinking that it’s okay to insulate yourself from opposing opinions “because you’re the good guy and they’re the bad guy” or similar logic… this is assuming you already know and understand something you refuse to even engage with…. do you see the flaw in the logic?

this is gonna sound crazy but hear me out. go watch a trial. go watch a legal battle play out in court. play jury duty for a little while. actually hear both sides out. realize that it doesn’t shrink the truth to hear out both sides - it strengthens it!

Edit: i’m gonna add that i love a legitimate discussion but if you just came to the comments to be weird on my page im gonna be super weird back it’s not hard

[d0llh0uz3]

The singing engine made in my image

[crossbackpoke-check]

inspired by @colap1nto <3 and posting here to hold myself accountable: writevember! attempting to write something every day no matter how much and what it is

i am however inventing stipulations for myself so i cannot weasel my way out of it, which includes a valid definition of “write”:

actively put words into a document in the form of a proper fic!!! too many wip not enough hands!!

poems (actually laughed at me coming up with this but maybe i will go back to my roots)

research/meta/primers

tag stories are permissible IF i actually compile and edit them into a readable document that day

editing to post to ao3 (the optimism) is also valid. it takes me so long

i do have concrete arbitrary deadlines for one and a half fics that i would LOVE to finish and post in november (dewey^2 and [redacted :)]) so i’m hoping this helps!! also, this is secretly just a sticker chart where i get to put down emojis for each fic i worked on and check off boxes but a win is a win

day 1:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 2: 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 3:🫃2️⃣

day 4: 🍎

day 5:🫃2️⃣

day 6: 📑, 💌

day 7:🫃2️⃣ AND ☁️💧. who is she

day 8:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 9:🫃2️⃣

day 10:🫃2️⃣

day 11:🫃2️⃣ we are on a STREAK and also a countdown 🫡

day 12:🫃2️⃣

day 13:🫃2️⃣

day 14: 📬💍

day 15: 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 16:🫃2️⃣

day 17: 🔴 ⚫️,🫃2️⃣

day 18:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 19:🪻🐈‍⬛, 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 20:🫃2️⃣

day 21:🫃2️⃣, 🤫 🪽🃏

day 22:🫃2️⃣

day 23: 💯❕

day 24: 🪢

day 25: 🐛🏮🦋

day 26:🫃2️⃣

day 27:🫃2️⃣

day 28:🫃2️⃣

day 29:🫃2️⃣

day 30:🫃2️⃣

WRITEMBER RECAP: an overall sucess!!!! this was so much fun and really forced me to write even if it was only a little bit every day. like, to the point that i'm debating doing a cute little twelve days of christmas snippet fest. absolutely could not have finished and published dewey^2 p2 without this challenge or posted p3 :)

thirty days of writing

twelve different fics worked on

poems: 1

i have no word count for you sorry i wish i did but it is at least over a few thousand words!!!!

times i wrote for a day past midnight (making it technically the next day) but because i was still awake i counted it for that day: at least 17 if not closer to like. 25

tags i forgot what they mean: one. what the FUCK is 🪢??? OH MY GOD I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THAT IS NEVERMIND

duolingo streak (worked on the same fic in a row): 5

[atopvisenyashill]

do love how this is an asoiaf blog but i did not put either show in my top 10 this is the world we live in

[hp-lonesome-actual-art]

UHM. UH. More messy rushed doodle collection from today. I will not confess to anything my mouth is sealed shut. Most of it is mindless fun; nothing to do with brainstorming storylines or being worried about staying canonical to how his character is typically presented. Head empty no thoughts since I desperately needed a break from animating again

…but yes to answer your question I’m a bit deranged about him please keep scrolling

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

this love stuff is crazy ain’t it

[secretlystephaniebrown]

Idk as someone who reads a lot who’s generally no longer interested in YA and doesn’t like most famous contemporary romance authors it’s weirdly annoying to poke around booktube and see that most of them do those primarily

[ryderdire]

Just cried over Math for the first time in like 6 years so that’s where I’m at

[falsisystem]

Not new to being a system (obviously?), but I don’t know anyone else with DID (online or not) and tbh I still don’t know that much about it outside of our own experiences, so I’m sorry if I don’t use the “proper” terms when I talk about us; if any of us ever say something offensive or inappropriate, please let us know!

Just a little bit about all of us: First of all, we all go by she/her, we’re all bi, and we’re on our early 20s. I’m Jane, I front about 80% of the time (I’m the one that deals with pretty much all of the bullshit of life™); I feel that my opinions, likes and dislikes aren’t that different from the others — I like to think that I have a little bit of (almost) everyone in me. I’m definitely not aware of everything the others do, think and feel, but most of it; when I’m not fronting, it USUALLY (not always) feels like I’m in the backseat of the car, still able to watch whoever’s fronting drive, if I want. Oh, also, we try to tag our posts with whoever wrote it, but we’re new to this, so I doubt we’ll be posting a lot for now :)

[safetypin-louis]

to everyone who has ever made me feel bad for being this into one direction, from the very bottom of my heart, i hate you. to everyone who is laughing at me for grieving, how dare you.

[nwhales]

You know who has unmitigated access to my (and all of federal employee’s) sensitive information?

Here’s a hint: it’s not tiktok!

It’s Musk. It’s Musk and his goons that have taken over the Office of Personnel Management. I’m not kidding they have physically taken over the physical office and the database that stores federal employees’ information like pay scale, social security number, home addresses, etc. and it’s now left unprotected.

This should concern everyone because the federal government is the largest employer in the country and I can guarantee that you, the like 5 people who may read this post, or someone you know is or has been a federal employee. And now that information is in the hands of Elon Musk and we don’t know what he is going to do with that information. No, seriously, officials who once oversaw the database and protected that data have said that “there’s no visibility into what they’re doing with the computer or the data,” and “there’s no oversight.” Because Musk and his private employees have physically moved and locked people out of their offices and have changed it so that the people who previously oversaw and had access can only get to their emails.

Right now we know that right now Musk and “OPM” is using the data to send poorly worded emails to all federal employees that are meant to coerce and scare people into taking a shitty deal and resigning. But then what? This is the tip of the iceberg. They have so much data and information for millions of people that the possibilities are endless.

So check in on your friends and neighbors who are federal employees. We’re scared and uncertain about so many aspects of our jobs and our lives. We have been hit with wave after wave of insulting emails telling us that we’re not good at our jobs and that actually our jobs are worthless. We’re facing so many rumors about who has our personal information and what’s being done with it. We are just so tired. And it’s week two. That’s the point - to exhaust us into submission. To my fellow federal workers, hold the line. We’re stronger together and we will get through this.

https://www.reuters.com/world/us/musk-aides-lock-government-workers-out-computer-systems-us-agency-sources-say-2025-01-31/