#Bobby started to do things I can't describe here

[kiwiplaetzchen]

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[redrage71890]

Backing Voice (Yan! KPDH x Fem! MC) Part 2

Synopsis: An ending tour marks the beginnings of a change. Just when everything was going so right. A meeting sparks emotions that were buried deep within one and another. What does that mean for our hunters and their source of peace.

Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn (?), Yandere (?)

CW: None

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Word Count: 2.5k A/N: I'll be honest here, the yandere part is quite slow. Apologies if you're reading this purely bc of the yandere part. Also probably OOC.

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A lift plunges further into the stages interior with the three hunters excitedly discussing the sight of gold along the honmoon. All their efforts are paying off with the near closeness of blocking the demons away from the surface.

"Did we just see gold?!"

"Yeah, I can't believe we're doing it."

"It's so exciting!"

"Okay. You know what this means. Its time to release the song."

"(Cough) Whoa. That was weird."

"Good thing we're taking a break."

"Yeah. Sounds like you need the rest."

"Yeah. Just need a little water."

"Did someone say water?"

Just as the doors opened the girls were met with an entourage of staff, just to take care of their well-beings after the show. Meeting the proud smiles of their managers Bobby and (Y/N).

Urging to give them water immediately as they walk and Bobby complimenting them on their performance. (Y/N) walks besides the girls and adjusts some of their robes and getting permission to take off some of their accessories.

As a reward for the success and topping the charts yet again, Bobby organised a staycation at fancy resort for them. But they promptly denied since mainly Mira and Zoey were more excited about relaxing on their couch.

Since the resort is now available, Rumi states that he should go to the resort instead. Which Bobby promptly got a robe and face mask on.

"Oh, wait. (Y/N), are you okay? You seem a bit... um, tired." Bobby questions, pausing her exit to follow the girls. Granted she didn't get much sleep due to the stress of organising the venue with Bobby, along with keeping up with the girls every time a demon showed up.

Not to mention the three girls asking for little pointers and ideas for the stage performance up until she firmly told them to stop.

Look. She likes her friends, really she does.

She just wishes they would leave her alone sometimes.

Zoey clung to her space so she can get pointers and ideas for lyrics, while also eagerly curious as to what she does outside of the tower.

Mira is much more chill about how they spend time together, typically asking her to watch something on the TV and eat together. But she started taking more of her personal time and commonly asking where she went by herself.

Rumi can be described as professional, initially. She tried to converse first, but (Y/N)'s shaking body was enough to stop trying for a while. But again, they grew acquainted and the hunter began joining in on her lyric writing and demo making sessions. Though once again, she never left the poor girl alone.

Though for all of them...

They refused to.

"Y-Yeah... I just need to rest for a while. But I got some things to take care of before that." Pulling a reassuring yet still tired smile his way, before following the girls in their shadows.

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"You're telling me, that the girls released 'Golden'? Now?!" (Y/N) had been on the phone with Bobby as he made his way back for promotions.

(Y/N) was nervously fiddling with her good luck charm on her waist as she was taking in the news. But as much as she wanted to help with the promotions tonight, she couldn't hold off on what she had to do now.

Speeding through the streets with a guitar case on her back, a baggy hoodie and pants while donning a face mask to avoid people as much as possible.

She didn't wear a mask before, but fans started to recognise her as a manager for HUNTR/X. Her blood pressure by itself couldn't given her a heart attack right then and there when she heard that. Never again. She doesn't even know why they liked her so much.

The city nightlife has always been a somewhat suffocating, yet calming. Bustling crowded streets of people coming off work just to drink and let their worries leave for just a moment, families and friends going to dinner to spend time together and unwind. Such people made the night calming for her.

But the suffocating darkness that lingers underneath...

It always chokes at her.

However, her duties are of the most effective during those darkening nights.

Pushing away her inner anxieties and paranoia about herself, she pursues into the nightlife.

Coming down to a secluded park, long emptied for the streets and lights. Its playground seen better days and benches uncleaned with lingering brown leaves and twigs. By passing the structures, (Y/N) finds a suitable large old tree for herself. Its roots coming out of the ground and some leaving a space that make it appear like a throne among the tree.

Taking a seat in the centre and dismounting her case, showcasing to no one, a black electric guitar with gold and light blue accents along its body. A shiny exterior that makes look untouched, no lingering fingerprints or stains and signs of its use. A small notebook used and battered laid within the case. Stickers of the HUNTR/X girls and other musically themed ones about the cover.

(Y/N)'s touch detests the guitars unused appearance, but causes the accents to glow in the night. Picking up the notebook and flicking through the pages, she stopped at one page and put it to the ground, still visible for her eyes.

Tuning her guitar to its right sound, she began to pluck the strings.

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As the honmoon glowed its usual blue, a deep pink purple teared through like paper. Clawing out the hole is a purple hand, followed by a black sleeve of a hanbok.

As soon as their feet touch the ground, a puff of pink smoke covers their body to reveal a young man who looked like he just came out of a drama series.

Middle parted black hair with dreamy brown eyes that can melt a girls heart. A dark teel green hoodie underneath a black jacket, paired with dark blue jeans and shoes.

An attire fit for a heartthrob, an ideal standard perfectly. Too perfectly.

Gwi-ma gave his blessings to humour Jinu's demon boy-band plan, in exchange he would erase Jinu's memories.

Earlier than planned, he decided to scout out the perfect place for the newly formed Saja Boys to debut. Surfacing through the night was a perfect cover for him, nobody would take full notice of him just yet. Using this time to casually scope the area.

Smirking at the large number of souls in the night. Numerous fans ready to be converted into loyal fans for him and the boys.

Though as he was admiring an empty park, he feels a sudden rush of his heart racing. Clenching his chest like he had heartburn, he freezes in his spot.

'What is this? Why does my chest hurt?'

As Jinu was questioning his sudden chest pains, his head flicks up as his ears picks up a haunting voice coming from the park.

"Watch the sunrise along the coast"

"As we're both getting old"

"I can't describe what I'm feeling"

"And all I know is we're going home"

"So, please don't let me go"

"Don't let me go~"

A gentle yet haunting voice echoes through the empty park. Ruptures of calm and contentment filling those along the outsides of the park.

Nobody bothering to humour their sudden feelings and search for the source of the voice.

All but one.

Stepping on the old green grass, Jinu follows the closing strums of a guitar and the warming vocals of the singer.

"And if it's right, I don't care how long it takes"

"As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face"

The echoes of laughter from a once young girl fills her mind. Followed by the joint giggles and chuckles of a mother and father. All just happy to be together.

No care for what setting they were in, whether it was the busy streets of a city or the quiet hums of animals in the countryside, nothing could wipe off their joy and love for one another.

Until it did.

"Save your tears, it'll be okay"

"All I know is you're here with me"

"Ooh ooh, oh, oh oh"

"Oh oh oh oh oh"

A pitiful smile plastered on her face. Pouring her heart and soul into her voice.

Rays of blue and lavender light ripple through the city. Areas closer to the park reveal small parts of the honmoon, glowing a lavender purple.

A memory in her mind becomes as clear as an old tape record. Or one could say a thought.

Her body growing older and older. Watching as those who care for her grow weaker and weaker. A bittersweet image.

"Watch the sunrise as we're getting old, oh oh"

"I can't describe, oh oh"

"I wish I could live through every memory again~"

"Just one more time before we float off in the wind"

"And all the time we spent waiting for the light to take us in"

"Have been the greatest moments of my life~"

Hiding behind a tree Jinu peaks to manage out the silhouette of a figure sitting at the foot of the largest and oldest tree in the park. Based on the voice he could distinguish the singer to be a girl, but her hair was shaggy and covered her eyes.

He did not think this haunting voice would come from here.

"I don't care how long it takes"

"As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face"

"Save your tears, it'll be okay"

"You're here with me"

Lifting her head, facing up to the old branches of the tree. That pitiful sad smile she held brought something unknown to his heart. He couldn't place why it felt so warming. Yet so haunting.

He felt reassured for some reason. Like his guilt and shame was washed away, clearing his head.

There was no sound of Gwi-ma.

For the first time in 400 years, he heard nothing but the haunting yet comforting voice of the singer.

"Ooh ooh, oh, oh oh"

"Oh oh oh oh oh"

"I can't describe, oh oh"

The plucking of her guitar came to an end. An overflowing amount of lavender light spreads along the honmoon, but it didn't push him down.

He felt at peace.

Unknowingly to himself, he took a step out from behind his hiding spot. Continuing to take more and more steps until he was right in front of her.

"Are you the one singing?" He was mentally cursing himself for the obvious question.

The singer in question froze. Slowly turning up her head, Jinu is met with a shiver of nerves. Piercing (f/c) and gold eyes stared back. Her pupils constricting as her hands began to shake.

"W-Who says it was m-me?" He sort of expected a quieter speaking voice. Just not this melodic. Her body was nervously shaking from his presence alone. As a demon, he should feel a certain thrill seeing her so fearful from him. Alluring humans to listen to their own shame and insecurities so they can be consumed by Gwi-ma.

But he hated seeing her shake.

"Uh, you are the only one here. I-I just wanted to say that, you have a beautiful voice." The compliment nearly rolled off his tongue flawlessly. He felt unnaturally shy with her (f/c) eyes on him.

While Jinu was weirdly nervous meeting the singer, (Y/N) felt like she was sweating bullets.

'There's only one explanation for this.'

No regular human pays attention to her singing. The only reason why her backing voice is discussed online, is because its among their favourite girl group.

'He's a demon.'

"U-Um... thank you...its nothing special..." Quieting her voice until it became a near whisper. Trying to ignore the demon as she packs up her notebook and guitar.

"What's your name?"

'He wants to keep talking? Should I tell him?'

Its not everyday that a demon wants to get to know her. It was strange. Unnatural. But what malice did she hold towards the male who has done nothing but try to talk to her.

She's not really a hunter anyway.

"(Y-Y/N)..."

"I-I'm Jinu, its nice to meet you." He holds out a hand for a shake. But he's just met with a blank stare.

(F/c) eyes barely blinking while simultaneously looking him up and down. He's never felt so self-conscious in centuries, he was beginning to sweat.

Thankfully for him, she peeled her gaze off and locked up her instrument once again. Slinging it on her back once she stood up at full height. While this was happening, Jinu put his hand away faster than a car. He could feel blood rushing to his ears out of pure embarrassment. He doesn't even know why he feels this way, they literally just met.

"A-Anyways! I wanted to ask if-"

"What's a demon like you doing here?"

Her question catching him off guard.

She knew what he was.

'Is she a hunter? How does she know?!'

"A regular human d-doesn't usually pay mind to my singing." Her statement coming out a bit louder than before. She didn't exactly look happy with being noticed.

Though in reality, she was feeling her heart race.

Of course she knew the effects her voice has on demons. Its what her ancestors have been doing for centuries. Things just changed when her mother met the Sunlight Sisters. Their duties were altered by the wishes of the hunters.

She can freeze a demons actions just by them hearing her voice. But it does not strengthen the honmoon as much as the hunters. Her weapon can barely kill a demon. Yet her voice and emotion poured into her singing is always enough for them to leave on their will.

Beyond what her mother has informed her of their ancestors, that is all she knows of her capabilities.

Jinu on the other hand didn't know how to respond. Humans don't pay attention to her melodic voice? He was beyond stumped.

'How could the humans not listen to this beauty!? I-I can't even describe how it feels to my body and mind!'

He had to stop himself mentally before he went on a tangent he didn't know was in him.

"I-If you're done staring. I'm gonna go." Walking past him in his frozen like state, trapped in his waring thoughts. Realising she passed him, he quickly snapped his neck over.

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder. Lifting up an arm and doing a little wave, paired with the softest smile he's seen in years.

"I'll see you around, Jinu."

For the first time in 400 years, he met someone he wants to protect again.

Damn whoever stands in his way.

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Edit: Trying my absolute best here :') Its a bit insane. Also if anyone has ideas for duet ballad or even like r&b songs, pls tell me, its for the fic and an idea I have in mind. And tell me your favourite saja boy bc I badly want more content about them.

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[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 11!

wow, season 8b is inspiring some INCREDIBLE fics!! i hope you enjoy these as much as i did <3

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

a left at the graveyard (i'm driving past ghosts) | bucksprideflag | 36k | GA

Margaret Buckley dies, and Buck tries to navigate grief, develops a complex relationship with apple pie, while Eddie, as always, is there. this was recced to me by one of you, and what a beautiful rec it is!! so wonderfully written, so seeped through with emotion. just lovely!

always on the tip of my tongue | bookinit/@bookinit02 | 7.2k | T

eddie’s moving. buck’s dealing with it. such a beautiful fic!! i loved the dinosaur bit and also buck and bobby <3

call me (when you need) | littleghost/@ghostlandtoo | 3.3k | E

Buck just has to wait for Eddie to come back home—he can wait. He can be good. i do think that buddie sex games while eddie is in el paso is one of my absolute favourite things to come out of the current eddie plot... this is so hot and so good and so them <3

imagine in the silence | greenbergsays/@greenbergsays | 15.5k | T

In Eddie's absence, Buck starts daydreaming that he's still in LA. This goes about as well as you'd expect. the organs bit in this one genuinely left me speechless... i love how this one captures eddie's voice especially <3

nap trapped | paleredheadinascifi | 3.5k | T

Buck wears his pink cardigan and Eddie nap traps him about it. this fic feels like a warm hug in an expensive cardigan <3 so lovely!!

negative space | effervescentwolf/@effervescentwolf | 2.6k | T

when Eddie's sheets stop smelling like him, Buck makes do. i LOVE the idea of them using each other's furniture and stuff and everything so much. and the clothes!! i absolutely devoured this fic, it's so so good <3

number one fan | laplumasucia/@laplumasucia | 19.7k | E

Buck tells Eddie he has an OF. i think the only way to describe this fic is the fire emoji. i love how the onlyfans bits were written! feels like such a buck way to use that platform for sure.

the place where the light enters | theheartbelieves | 14.1k | E

Buck struggles with the lingering side effects of being struck by lightning, Eddie struggles to deal with Buck's death, somewhere in the middle, they find a new equilibrium. ohh i love how this captures buck and eddie, and i also really liked the group chat bit! there's an intimacy here that's just <3

trials & tribulations | sammyunhinged/@sammyunhinged | 23.7k | T

Buck and Eddie have both slipped into old habits, and it’s been causing problems. They haven’t fought like this since the lawsuit. It’s not affecting their work, but Bobby’s fed up. He sends them to couples therapy. Well, he calls it “mediation,” but let’s be honest, it’s couples therapy. the structure of this one is so cool!! i loved the little peeks into their lives and then the mediation/therapy inbetween <3

under pressure | brewrosemilk/@gayhoediaz | 22.3k | E

Buck and Eddie have grand plans for their first time, it's just unfortunate that their bodies don't seem to be getting the message. they're disgustingly in love and i love it <3 there's something so intimate about this one, it's brilliant!!

warmth | hopeintheashes/@hopeintheashes | 10.2k | T

As Buck finds out, sometimes you can't just keep pushing through. Eddie and Christopher are there to put the pieces back together. this was a reread <3 such a soft lovely fic!! some of the best emotional hurt/comfort ever

without you (what am i supposed to do) | staticsilencee | 6.5k | T

Eddie is lost after a building collapse, and his body is never recovered. Completely unrelated, a stray cat shows up at Buck's window. i have such a soft spot for animal transformation fics <3 this is angsty but also so so soft, i loved reading it!!

we are like frogs oblivious | facewithoutheart/@facewithoutheart | 9.8k | E

A mysterious illness gets Buck admitted to the hospital. Upon his release, Eddie takes the next plane to LA to check on Buck. What he finds will change their relationship forever. i cannot express how fast i clicked on this little link as it popped up in my email. genuinely such a fantastic premise and so so well-written. like, one of the tags for this one is eddie moves to texas and buck gets a vagina it's fine everything's fine. do i really need to say more? i don't think so. trust me, just click the link.

we both love the smoke in our lungs | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 4.2k | E

Buck clenches his teeth, opens his mouth to speak, and Eddie can’t help the “Ha,” that bursts out, feeling petty and spiteful. “Christ, no wonder you imprinted on the dog—you’re exactly the same! Desperate for some attention, any way you can get it, huh? Rolling over and begging didn’t work, so you’re biting fingers and tearing up the furniture, cause it’s aaaaall about you. Maybe what you need is a fucking chain and muzzle.” you know those authors for whom you go yeah i'd read their grocery lists cause i bet those are great too? yeah i have that with charlie's fics too. lucky for me though i don't even need to read grocery lists, because we get brilliant, brilliant fics like this one <3

[ponett]

Aside from some of the basic premise and the space elevator (I think I see that in the concept art), were there any other elements from Maretropolis you were planning to incorporate in Andromi? (Sorry if you've already answered something like this elsewhere.)

Boy this is a blast from the past lmao. I can't even remember the last time someone brought up Maretropolis.

For context for anyone who doesn't know, Maretropolis was an MLP fancomic I started working on aaaaallllllllll the way back in 2012, set in a sci-fi AU. It starred a Rainbow Dash who had gotten into a bad flying accident and had several of her limbs replaced with cybernetic prosthetics by Twilight, who's a roboticist in this universe. It sounds a little grimdark when I describe a My Little Pony character losing multiple limbs in a horrific accident, but the heart of the story was just that Rainbow Dash had lost her wings, so she would have to try and figure out her place in the world now that she could no longer fly.

I had brainstormed a TON of ideas for this, thinking it'd be like my magnum opus as an MLP fanartist. I channeled my love of sci-fi into all sorts of fun little ideas for how a version of FiM set in a giant sci-fi city would work. Sweet Apple Acres would be a vertical farm in a high-rise greenhouse. Fluttershy would take care of stray animals found around the city. There were these giant spaceport towers visible in the city, and I'm pretty sure I wanted to eventually depict a city on the moon that Luna ruled over. A lot of stuff like that. Surprising no one, there was also going to be a yuri element to it with a romantic arc for Rainbow Dash... though, believe it or not, she was going to fall in love with Pinkie, not Fluttershy, in this story. (I was already exploring FlutterDash over on Fluttershy Replies and wanted to mix things up with another ship I liked, rather than running two blogs about the same ship.) Rainbow would be unable to fly up to her cloudtop apartment after the accident, so Pinkie would let her stay at her place, and then one thing would lead to another.

The problem I quickly ran into, though, was that I just wasn't built to be a comic artist. I'm not that confident as an illustrator to begin with, and I work very slowly, so doing entire comic pages was an ordeal. I'd bitten off more than I could chew, especially with the elaborate city setting that would've really challenged my meager art skills at the time. Before long I switched my focus to making games, since that was my main career goal in the first place. I considered turning Maretropolis into an RPG Maker game or something, but the project just sorta quietly died as my interest shifted. (Especially after I got my C&D from Hasbro that ensured I would never make an MLP fangame again lmao)

Fast forward to 2014, and I started working on an original sci-fi game, Andromi. (Anyone not familiar with that project can read about it here.) And, yes, you're definitely right in noticing some similarities. It was never intended to be a direct retool of the story of Maretropolis or anything, but since Maretropolis was basically just me throwing a bunch of my favorite sci-fi stuff at the wall it was inevitable that I'd revisit some things from that earlier project. Naomi being a cyborg is the obvious one. But I had realized over time that my fun cyborg Rainbow Dash AU was really a story about physical disability, and in hindsight I wasn't sure if 18-year-old Bobby was gonna be able to tell a story like that well. So Naomi has basically nothing in common with Maretropolis Rainbow Dash's planned arc, aside from the fact that they both have cybernetic limbs. (And also, y'know, they'd both be sapphic love stories. But, again, it's me, so that goes without saying.)

And, yes, you're 100% right that I reused some visual elements from Maretropolis in the city in the background of this piece of Andromi art, mainly the giant spaceport towers. Though Andromi was intended to be primarily a small town sci-fi story, so I'm unsure how much of that city we would've actually seen.

There ARE some other story ideas that originated in Maretropolis before evolving into ideas for Andromi. But, well... I'd still like to do something with Andromeda and Naomi someday, so I'm keeping those ideas to myself for now.

[drsantosgf]

Eddie tosses his head back and moans, "Jesus, Buck!"

"Buck, oh my god, that's so good." Josh licks his fingers clean, tongue chasing sweetness as it drips down his palm.

Tommy can only groan in agreement, mouth and throat full. He swallows and gasps, "Evan, sweetheart, you're a fucking miracle."

"Okay, I get it, the cakes I made are good, can you please all get naked?"

Buck is trying to have a fucking orgy here and his partners are being wildly unhelpful. They're too busy shoveling Buck's desserts down their throats to appreciate how hot he looks right now. He's standing in Eddie and Josh's living room, pants half unbuttoned so his bright pink underwear is peaking through, shirt completely off. He's standing tits out and there's no one marveling or gawking at him. He’s never been more offended. 

Well, they're marveling and gawking but all of their attention is on the food.

His fiance, his best friend, and his best friend's boyfriend (Should he just call them his two boyfriends? He tries not to get hung up on the details) are hunched over the kitchen island.

"In a second, baby, it's just your food is delicious,” Josh reassures him.

Normally, the praise would go straight to Buck's head, making him fuzzy and soft and delicate. Needy, is typically the word they all described him as, but never as a bad thing. It’s always said with hands roaming his body and hot breath in his ear. Except, right now, there aren’t any hands on his body. No, all three pairs of them are too busy picking apart his cakes. 

And listen, Buck loves feeding his partners. It's a part of what makes this so good. The domesticity of it all. Buck gets to make good, nutritious food for his fiance and his two kind-of-sort-of boyfriends. He gets to feed them after they're all spent and searching for another hole to fill.

He keeps them warm and sated. It makes Buck feel weirdly powerful. But right now, he doesn't feel powerful. He feels stupid and ridiculous and ignored. Which only serves to make him feel even more stupid.

He's standing shirtless in the middle of the living room, and he's starting to shiver. Maybe he should find something to cover up with, but that would mean searching for his shirt and wouldn't that be mortifying. So he bounces his foot and feels the goosebumps cascade down his arms.

"Is this a recipe Bobby gave you?" Eddie asks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Uh, no, it's just something I've been trying out." Buck can't help the way his voice breaks a little with frustration.

"Mhm, how did I not notice you were making these?" Tommy asks. Seems like maybe you don't notice a lot of things, then, Buck snarks in his head. He knows that's not true, though. The real reason Tommy didn't notice is because Buck didn't want him to. He wanted the desserts to be a surprise so while Tommy was working on the truck in their garage, Buck set to work in the kitchen. He had them baked and wrapped up before Tommy could actually see what they were.

"You were in the garage." Buck mumbles and crosses his arms, feeling petulant. He almost wants to stomp his foot about it but he would never beat the brat allegations that way.

Tommy hums in acknowledgement and tears his eyes away from the platter in front of him enough to get a good look at Buck. "Evan..." he drawls, extending the word, "is someone not getting enough attention?"

Josh and Eddie snap out of their food daze and look towards Buck. "Aw, poor baby," Josh laughs.

Tommy starts towards him but Josh puts a hand out, "Hm, no, no, use your words, Buck." He looks at Tommy, “You spoil him.” 

Tommy frowns. “It’s my job to spoil him,” he says quietly. 

Buck rolls his eyes and sighs, “F-fine, can you please pay more attention to me? I look so hot right now.” 

Tommy pouts at Josh, who completely ignores him and considers Buck. He turns to Eddie, “What do you think, dear? I think he’s being far too bratty when we’ve all been standing here, praising him the whole time.” 

Eddie lets the words settle. He looks at Buck with dilated pupils, then back to the food with equally dilated pupils, then he nods, “If he keeps making these cakes, he can be as bratty as he wants.” 

Josh lets out an exasperated sigh but can’t hide the fondness in his voice, “Alright, then.” 

Tommy is over to him in record time, wrapping him up in his arms and kissing his cheeks in loud, wet smacks. “I’m so sorry you felt ignored, baby.” 

Buck giggles and places his hands up around Tommy’s neck, “Don’t let it happen again.” 

He feels another kiss to his cheek and turns to Eddie, who’s got puffy cheeks and a dopey grin, “Sorry, man. In our defense, your cakes are really good. You shoulda been a baker or something.” 

Now that he’s got hands and eyes on him, the praise makes him feel warm and gooey, rather than cold and disjointed. He traces his fingertips along the back of Tommy’s hairline, humming and leaning in for a few more kisses. Tommy indulges and bites his bottom lip before leaning back. “Sorry about this, by the way,” he mutters before going back in to peck his lips again. 

Buck doesn’t have time to be confused before he’s sent into a fit of laughter and a spasm as two sets of hands come down and tickle at his sides. “AGH! YOU BASTARDS!” He half shouts, half laughs as Eddie and Josh drag him down onto the couch. He ends up back flat with Tommy hovering over him and lifting up his shirt. 

“Do you feel paid attention to, Buckley?” Josh asks, wrestling with his arm for access to his side as Buck tries half-heartedly to fight back. 

He nods, “Yes! I surrender!” 

“No, no, we’re paying attention now, Buck.” Eddie blows air into his ear before planting another kiss to his cheek. 

Tommy blows a raspberry onto his belly, making Buck scream-laugh. 

Eventually, Buck accepts his fate, allowing himself to be tickled, prodded at, and given a wet willy by Eddie. By the time his partners relent, he’s been kissed within an inch of his life. He’s flushed and panting, his hair mussed and his cheeks red. 

“Do you feel loved, Evan Buckley?” Tommy purrs and runs a hand through Buck’s curls. 

You have no idea, Buck thinks, but instead of replying, he just launches forward and kisses him silly.

[obitez]

Troubled Waters

Another 8x17 coda fic, because I can't help myself | AO3 Link

Since Bobby’s death, Buck and Tommy… they had started growing close to each other again. 

It was good, healthy in a way for someone to be there when you were grieving a great loss. Even though Tommy still had feelings for Buck, and he felt they were reciprocated, he didn’t think this was the best time with everything going on for them to get back together again. 

So things were growing as if they were close friends. Nothing like when they were dating, nothing like that at all. They hadn’t shared any kisses or other displays of affection beyond one or two supportive hugs, the same kind Tommy would share with someone like Chimney or anyone else he worked closely with now or in the past. 

But Buck and Tommy had started talking again. Started talking to each other again and stopped leaving the elephants unspoken about. 

Most of their communication had been over the phone or through text messages, but they had met up in person a handful of times too. 

On one such occasion, two days before the funeral, Tommy had run into Eddie on the day he arrived at Buck’s house. To say that the meeting had been awkward was an understatement. 

Eddie clearly didn’t forgive him for whatever he thought happened between Buck and Tommy when they broke up. And Tommy didn’t feel the need to get forgiveness from the man. 

They had spent pretty much the entire dinner avoiding talking and looking at each other, almost like Buck was having dinner with two different people at the same time. Tommy had tried his best to avoid Eddie after that. 

That night was about a week ago now. 

Tommy had texted Buck that morning, in the way he had done almost every morning in the last couple weeks, asking how Buck was doing. Not if he was okay, Tommy knew if he asked that Buck would just say ‘yes’, but an open ended question that Buck would actually have to describe how he was doing. 

Evan: Doing better

Evan: Think Eddie’s starting to grow on me tho

Tommy: What do you mean by that? 

As much as Tommy knew Buck and Eddie were best friends and that Bobby’s death hadn’t done anything to diminish that, Tommy had picked up on a certain… strained between the two the longer Eddie had stayed at Buck’s place. Nothing that screamed imminent doom for their friendship, but more in the way Buck was annoyed by having to share his personal space with someone. Tommy knew, from the months they had dated, Buck usually wasn’t one to get annoyed by people being in his place. But it probably had to do with a mix of still dealing with the aftermath of Bobby’s death and the fact that, from the time he was over there with Eddie, Eddie still treated the place like his own. 

Evan: Doesn’t matter. Ravi said Eddie got the job with El Paso Fire, he should be going back to Texas by the end of this week.

At first Tommy wanted to point out that whatever Buck was feeling with the man, it did matter, but his focus was pulled more towards the second sentence. Why was Ravi the person to tell Buck that, when Buck was living with Eddie? 

Tommy: That sounds good for him. 

It took a long… long moment for Buck to respond to that. 

Evan: Yeah.

Tommy didn’t need to hear Buck’s voice say it to tell he wasn’t that enthusiastic about Eddie’s new job. 

Tommy: Do you not want him to go back to TX?

It took a while for Buck to send a message back to that question. Tommy watched as the text bubbles popped up, then disappeared, then popped up again, for a couple more minutes. Whatever Buck sent, Tommy knew he found the touchy subject Buck was acting hesitant about. 

Evan: No, or well, I’m happy he got the job and is going back to his family. Also, things are getting kind of cramped over here. I’m just kind of annoyed he didn’t tell me himself, we’re living together rn. 

Evan: And I mean, I’m trying to be supportive and help him, but he’s just like, pushing me away. 

Yeah, Tommy could understand Buck’s annoyance with that. 

Tommy: Do you have anything going on tonight?

Tommy asked the question, not expecting or hoping for either a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. Maybe, if possible, they could meet and talk about this stuff in person. It would be better than texting, and it had been about a week since they’ve seen each other in person. 

Evan: Not really. Since I took an extra shift on Monday, Gerrard said I could get off at 2 unless some big emergency comes up. Needed to pick some stuff up at the store. Other than that nothing’s going on. 

Tommy: I could bring some take out over. Got some coupons for that Indian place that opened on Powers Street

Evan: You don’t have to do that. 

Tommy: Don’t worry, I want to do this. 

If there was one thing that worried Tommy the most these last three weeks, it was that Buck was continuously putting others before himself, to the point where if someone offered him help, he was pushing them away. Maybe that was one of the reasons Tommy had made sure to keep in contact with him. 

It took a second, and another message from Buck came in. 

Evan: Okay, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you. 

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Tommy pulled up on the street outside of Buck’s house. He got out and grabbed the bag of take out he had sat on the floor in front of the passenger’s seat, closing the door behind him and walking up to Buck’s door. 

Tommy had walked in, the front door unlocked like Buck had said, and through the angle he was looking towards the kitchen at, he could see Buck standing, back to the wall, with Eddie standing in front of him, nearly chest to chest, Eddie’s arm against Buck, aggression oozing out of him. 

Tommy let his presence be known by slamming the door closed behind him, both Eddie and Buck quickly turning their heads in his direction. 

Eddie dropped his arm, letting out a breath and taking a step back. “T- Tommy!” Buck called out. 

“Hey,” Tommy said. He lifted his arm holding the food. “I brought the food, what’s going on?” he asked, trying to play it cool and bring a calmness to whatever was just going on. 

“Nothing,” Eddie said as he turned around and leant against the opposite counter. 

Tommy had to lift an eyebrow in disbelief at that. Whatever was happening, it definitely wasn’t ‘nothing.’ 

“We- we were just talking,” Buck said, mumbling and looking down at his feet. “Eddie finally got a position with El Paso Fire,” he said, as if he hadn;t told Tommy that only hours before, probably because he didn’t want Tommy to know what they were actually talking about. 

Eddie let out a harsh breath and he turned around, his back leaning against the kitchen counter as Tommy walked in, setting the bag of take out on a far counter. With all three grown men standing in there, the already small kitchen felt infinitely smaller, and the tense atmosphere did nothing to help. 

“You just can’t leave anything between us, can you?” Eddie asked. 

Buck shifted on his feet. “Again, sorry for assuming you would have told me instead of needing to find out from someone else. You’re freaking living with me right now.” 

So this was what this ‘argument’ was about, if you could call Eddie pinning someone to a wall an argument. From his texts earlier, Tommy figured this might be a topic of conversation tonight. 

“And again you’re making it about yourself,” Eddie bit out. 

Tommy watched as Buck bit his lip, but before he stepped in to say something and try to dispel this whole fight, Buck continued. “I just want to know what’s going on! Sorry about that!” 

“Oh, you want to know what’s going on!” Eddie repeated. “Well maybe if you hadn’t been constantly ‘checking in on us’ I would have told you!” 

“Well sorry for caring about everyone! I just wanted to make sure everyone was doing okay after… after…” Even after all this time, Buck still had trouble voicing the event. 

“You want to know what it feels like for me?” Eddie asked. “Well, what do you want to know? How I had to wake up in the middle of the night to find out Bobby died. Or how I had to hold it in to not wake my son up? Or how I had to tell my son the next morning that another person that he loved was dead? Of what? You want to know about all of the thoughts running through my head on how if I was here we might have been able to save him?” 

“What- What are you saying? You think we didn’t try everything to save him?” Buck asked. 

“How should I know? I wasn’t there,” Eddie threw back. 

Tommy’s eyes widened in complete shock. Did he really just hear Eddie say that? As if that was Buck’s fault? 

“Okay, that was uncalled for,” Tommy said, directing Eddie’s attention from Buck to him. 

“And who do you think you are to have a say in any of this?” Eddie asked. 

“I was there too!” he shouted, making them all go silent. “We were all there, all doing the best we could to save everyone, when you were across the country, so why do you feel the need to question any of this?!” 

“Tommy-” Buck began to say as he took a light hold of one of Tommy’s hands. 

Eddie cut him off by speaking. “Look man! This is about you, this is between me and Buck!” 

“Oh, don’t give me that Eddie!” Tommy said. “You lost that when you put your hands on him!”

Eddie scoffed, looking away from them. “Well sorry for wanting to grieve in my own way.”

“You’re not the only one grieving here, Eddie,” Tommy bit out. “We all are, that doesn’t give anyone the right to attack someone like this.” 

They all lapsed into a very tense silence after that. Eddie glaring daggers at Tommy. Tommy stood firm and not backing down to him. Buck looked nervously between them, but drifting closer to Tommy. 

“I think you should leave,” Buck said, just over a mumble, just loud enough for all of them to clearly hear what he said. 

Eddie’s head whipped up to look at him. “What?” he asked. 

Buck took a deep breath, giving his eyes a hard blink as he looked at Eddie, making direct eye contact with him. “I said… you should leave… You, Eddie.” 

Eddie brought a hand up to his head and ran it through his hair. Letting out half of a laugh, he said, “This is hilarious, you know that.” 

Tommy felt more than saw Buck take a half step back, straightening his posture as he did so.  

Eddie dropped his arm and shifted his gaze between the two of them a couple times, before eventually landing back on Buck. “When this blows up in your face again, don’t come crying to me,” Eddie said before he turned around and left the kitchen. 

It took a couple minutes, a couple banged doors later, but then Eddie was gone. Tommy didn’t know where, but he didn’t particularly care right now. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know Eddie was gonna be here when you arrived,” Buck said after a moment. 

Tommy resisted the urge to sigh, knowing it wouldn’t be reassuring to Buck at all. “It’s fine, I figured he would most likely be here anyway.” 

“Still,” Buck said, wrapping his hands around one of the cans he had just taken out of the shopping bag. “You shouldn’t- you shouldn’t have had to walk in on that.” 

“Really, it isn’t a problem,” Tommy said, then paused and rethought something Buck had just said. “When I walked in it looked like he was about to hit you,” Tommy said, his voice almost near a whisper. 

“It- it wasn’t like that!” Buck suddenly said, looking slightly startled. “He- Eddie’s- He never hurt me before!” 

“Never hurt you?” Tommy asked. 

Buck gulped, looking down at the can and picking his fingers at it. “It was years ago now. Doesn’t matter.” 

Tommy knew when to drop a subject. He wouldn’t drop it for good, but he would for now. Instead he walked back a couple steps and picked up the bag of food, setting it down on the kitchen island. 

Buck looked back up, still looking slightly shaky. “What did you get?” he asked. 

“Their sampler and some samosas,” Tommy said. “Didn’t really know what I was reading on their menu.” 

That elicited a small laugh from Buck. “You could have sent me their menu. I could’ve told you what sounded good.” 

“I’ll remember that for next time.” 

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They fell asleep watching movies on the couch in Buck’s living room, leaning against each other. Buck’s cheek pressed into the bony tip of Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy was woken up by the sun peeking through the blind on the window on the other side of the room. 

“Tommy?” he heard Buck’s voice softly ask after a while. He turned his head to the side, he hadn’t even realized Buck had woken up yet. 

“Hmm?” he hummed. 

Buck lifted his head to look at Tommy’s face. “You stayed?” he asked. 

Tommy gave him a soft smile. “Of course,” he said. 

Buck lowered his head to place his forehead against Tommy's large biceps. “This is the first time you’ve stayed over since that night,” Buck said, followed by a small squeeze to his forearm and what Tommy probably guessed was a smile on Buck’s face. 

“I guess it is.”

“Thank you… for everything.”

“No problem.”

[littlemissagrafina]

"Good news!"

This is so incredibly un-serious and stupid, I apologise. This is also only here because of one of those split screen reddit posts on tiktok, so the blame is entirely on that lmao

Look, it wasn't like Buck tried to get hurt. It wasn't as if he woke up and thought to himself “I'm going to get myself sent to the hospital this shift.” because, for the record, he did not do that.

He didn't enjoy it. Being hurt absolutely sucked ass not to mention how stir crazy he got when it was bad enough to be booked off for a few days. Buck wasn't against days off, he looked forward to them, even, when their mandatory scheduled time off came around and he and Eddie could spend time at home and have lazy mornings in bed.

But when he was stuck at home with nothing to do, Chris at school and Eddie working shifts that Buck should have been working with him… well, it was those times that Buck didn't like. 

It had been a pretty good run since that had happened, though. The last time was two months before when he'd cracked a few ribs after being slammed into a cliff face during a rope rescue. But he'd healed well and he'd healed fast, his health the best it had been in recent years, probably since before the bombing, tsunami, and embolism.

Hell, Bobby had even put up a little white board in the loft kitchen to keep track. Buck was pretty proud of the blocky red words written out in Bobby's handwriting, “Buck has worked ‘65’ days without injury”.

Eager to add another day to the number on the board, Buck followed Eddie out the door, locking up behind them before they left to battle the work commute. LA traffic stopped for no one, no matter what time it was.

-

The calls they'd been sent on by dispatch had been pretty easy and slow so far. They'd had one major injury call near the start of shift but Hen and Chim had gotten the patient patched up and at the hospital I'm good time. After that, things had been slow. He refused to say the Q-word, not after that shift from his probie year or that time Ravi betrayed them, but if he could, that's the word he would use to describe their shift up to that point.

So obviously it wouldn't stay that way.

They all made a break for the truck, grabbing turnouts and leaving their half eaten lunch at the table as the alarm rang out.

“Word from dispatch is a 2 alarm fire near the warehouse district in a small clothing factory. A dozen employees have been evacuated, most had been taking lunch and made it out as soon as they noticed the fire, 3 are reported unaccounted for and were last seen near the south emergency exit.” Bobby's voice crackled out through their headsets.

“The squad on-site, station 143, can't spare any more firefighters to search for the missing people thanks to the acceleration of the fire. We've been called in for that, and for any help in fighting the fire.” Bobby continued, looking over his shoulder at all of them. “We also have advanced orders from the IC. Buck, you and I will head out with Eddie and Ravi, we're going around to the south exit to start searching, do not get separated from your partner. Hen, Chimney, you’ll follow with oxygen and medical supplies.”

The truck rolled to a stop and they were out, securing turnouts and double checking their masks and oxygen supplies. The four of them set off around the building, keeping out of the way from the hoses and the house already on scene, Bobby calling their arrival out from the radio and echoing their orders from the IC.

Just before they turned the corner, Buck saw Chim and Hen setting out their supplies. It wouldn't be more than a minute before they joined them.

He fell into action with Bobby as they reached the exit, breaking down the doors as they partnered off and started searching. The heat was oppressive, even through their turnouts, and his hope for the 3 trapped people withered slightly. He shared a grim look with Bobby, but let everything fall away with the firm grip that settled on his shoulder for a moment. A split second later, they moved forward. focused on the call.

“LAFD call out!” Bobby bellowed above the crackling of the fire, Buck echoing him.

“If you can hear us, call out!”

They searched knowing time was running out, Eddie and Ravi's own call outs ringing back from their side of the search. Chimney and Hen's joined them quickly.

Just as they turned back out, heading the evacuation orders called out over the radios, Buck heard a weak voice over the crackling of the ever growing flames. He whipped around catching sight of a figure huddled down between large tables, storage cupboards and a brick outcropping. 

He had no clue how they'd missed them but shoved forward, grateful they were found now.

“There!” He yelled, sprinting off towards them, ignoring the calls from behind him.

Relief flooded him, as he got closer. There wasn't just one figure, but another two, all of them huddled tightly together.

In seconds, he had one of them hoisted up over his shoulder, Bobby and Eddie catching up and doing the same as soon as he moved away.

Just as quickly as they'd found them, the team turned and all sprinted for the door, Buck falling a step behind to let them file out first. They were just out of it when the building groaned, the doorway crumbling as Buck ran through. He angled himself over the person in his grasp, something hard hitting the back of his head and back as he did. The impact made him stumble, pain striking through where he'd been hit as hands steadied him and pulled him forward as stars burst in his vision.

He shook it off and only stopped once they'd gotten back to where the trucks and ambulances had been set up, his heart beating fast as he panted, adrenalin still rushing through him. They had the rescued employees set up with oxygen in no time, all three were a little smokey and a lot tender from the heat of the fire on their unprotected skin, but seemed unharmed enough.

Buck's head swam as he stepped back towards the 118's truck, and he took a moment to steady himself. Yeah, ouch. Feeling something start to hurt as an adrenaline surge faded was not something Buck recommended. To anyone.

He quickly sat at the side of the truck, wincing when the aching spot on his back pressed against the metal, his head throbbing. Before he could blink, Hen was in front of him, the rest of them stood to the side, out of her way.

“That was a hard hit, Buck. I'm checking you over, but as soon as the scene is cleared I want you looked over by a doctor and checked out properly.”

Buck frowned, but knew better than to argue at this point. “Hospital?”

“Hospital.” They all echoed back at once.

-

“C'mon, guys, I'm fine!” Buck grumbled from where he sat, legs hanging over the side of a hospital bed with Eddie leaning against the railing, the rest of the team stood around the room. 

They'd all been at the hospital with him enough times that the nurses knew them and just let them all wait in the room with him. They always said it made it easier to clean up after the team if they'd had to show up dirty from a call, but Eddie minted that they'd all just grown fond of Buck.

“My head is barely even hurting anymore, I think I'm familiar enough with concussions that I can tell whether or not I have one at this point.” 

He didn't mention his back. Which yes, did ache, probably would ache for a while, but had been relatively protected by his turnouts. The skin hadn't even been broken by whatever debris had hit him. There was no need to be checked over by a doctor. He was fine.

His statement of such paired with his concussion free self diagnosis wasn't met with consensus he always hoped for, though.

As if they'd practiced it, the team all leveled an unimpressed look at Buck, Bobby taking it a step further by threatening to call Athena in from her shift to make sure that he stayed put until they heard back from a doctor.

Buck pouted but resigned himself to sitting quietly and waiting. Maybe if he listened, he'd get off easier back at the station.

He wondered if he could convince Bobby to make that lemon tart of his.

-

“Great news, you're not pregnant!” 

Hen choked and Buck all but fell off the bed, as his head whipped towards the doorway, which was pretty stupid of him he had to admit. His head was still sore, as it turned out. Not that he'd admit it.

Dr Clara Morrison, looked up, from the chart in her hand and met his eyes. “Oh, fuck. Wrong patient.” He heard her mutter under her breath before realisation over who was in the room washed over her face. 

“Oh! Hi, Buck! You're back again?” She grinned, stepping fully into the room and flicking to another page on her chart. “I guess that's still applicable to you, so, great news! You're not pregnant!”

Hen absolutely lost it, loud cackles filling the room and if the expressions on Eddie and Chim's face were anything to go by, they were seconds away from joining her.

Bobby's face, though? That was pure gold. If Buck had his phone with him, he would take a picture to remember it.

The captain's eyes just about bugged out of his face, as he paled, before he shook himself with a bewildered look. Buck just caught sight of Hen slipping her phone back in the pocket of her turnouts with a smirk so he turned his attention back to Dr Morrison.

He snorted at the bright amusement in her eyes, mind flickering over her statement and thought to himself ‘Not for lack of enthusiasm.’

Which ended up not actually being thought to himself or in his head. Maybe his concussion wasn't as non-existent as he wanted, because his apparently audible proclamation was received by Eddie choking, a dramatic “Eugh!” from Chimney, more cackling from Hen, and Bobby turning his head to the ceiling with a very tired and blank expression. It almost looked like the man was searching for the meaning of his existence between the cracks of the ceiling tiles.

Clara, though, Clara laughed almost as loud as Hen. Slapping the chart in her hands against her thigh as she giggled.

“You, Buck, are my favourite patient even though we see you here way too often. Also ten points to Eddie for trying.”

Buck grinned, unashamed as he held up a fist which Clara dutifully bumped.

“Okay! Moving on!” Eddie seemed to have recovered, though his face was beet red and he decidedly wasn't looking anywhere other than towards Buck or Clara. “Is he really fine or just fudging things to avoid being called off work?” 

Clara's manner settled back to a more professional one, though you could still see the humour in her eyes. “He definitely has a concussion, but it's only mild grade. I wouldn't say he needs to be booked off, but if he comes into any shifts, he's not allowed on calls for a few days and he needs to rest.” She looked over the chart as she spoke.

Buck could see the way everyone listened closely to her and groaned but didn't protest. Not being booked off was a win, even if he knew that Bobby would be making him man behind for the next few shifts.

“His back is also fine, might be sore for a bit, though it's just superficial bruising and he should only experience some stiffness.” 

Clara pointed a finger at Buck, her expression stern. “We joke about it, but I expect you to listen to the literal doctor's orders. As much as us staff like you, seeing you around here so often isn't good for anyone's health. Rest, let your body heal, and take it easy.”

Buck nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah. I will.”

Clara narrowed her eyes at him before nodding and jutting her thumb back towards the door. “I'll go get started on his discharge papers for you guys, the sooner you get him out the less trouble he might find trying to break out.”

-

The end of their shift came around barely a half hour after they got back to the station, so they all took advantage of the leftover time that they weren't on call to get their work settled before they could leave.

Which, for Bobby, meant paperwork. Specifically the incident paperwork that usually ended up with Buck's name being written on. So for paperwork, it went pretty fast, with Bobby only needing Buck's signature at this point, already having any other details for it memorised.

With 10 minutes still left on their shift, he grabbed a pen and the forms and left his office in search of the younger man. He quickly found him and the rest of the team gathering their duffle bags and belongings in the locker room.

Or rather, Hen, Chim, and Eddie were gathering their things. Buck sat frowning on the bench as Eddie stuffed things into two duffles, obviously having banned Buck from doing anything.

Bobby handed the forms and pen to Buck. “Signature, Kid. You know the drill.”

With a sigh and a flourish, the aforementioned forms and pen were back in his hand, and Bobby was almost ready to gather his own things to leave. He paused for a moment though, frowning. 

Bobby rested a careful hand over Buck's head and gently angled it to look where he knew there was a pretty sizable bump hiding under gelled curls.

“I'm fine, Bobby. I promise. It only hurts if I touch it, and Eddie isn't letting me do much anyway.” Buck consoled earnestly.

Bobby hummed, letting go of some of the lingering tension in his shoulders. The last thing he needed was his own back acting up. 

“Good. Listen to Eddie, okay? Captain's orders. Let him take care of you.”

“Will do, Cap.” Buck nodded but there was a glint in his eye, and Bobby's words replayed in his mind. It clicked for the others, too, and there was another round of laughter from Hen and groans from Chim and Eddie.

Bobby just shook his head. “You know what I mean.” He shot back before turning and leaving the locker room. He had paperwork and a pen to return. Submitting the report could be left for the next shift captain.

-

Bobby had just settled into bed, resting back against the pillows with hair that was still slightly damp when Athena walked in. She’d been on the phone to Hen while he'd gotten ready for the night, eager to sleep off the shift.

“So,” His wife smirked at him, sliding under the covers. “What exactly did those loveable idiots on your team that we call family do to leave you with this expression?” She gestured with her phone still in her hand and Bobby smothered a groan, head thunking back against the headboard when he caught sight of the picture of him from Buck’s hospital room. Hen’s open chat was more than enough for Bobby to know who took it.

“You would think that someone under my employment would have more respect for me.” He grumbled.

Athena only laughed. “Baby, you knew that Hen defers to me on all things gossip long before we ever got together. Don’t play now.”

“I forgot.” He admitted.

Athena raised a brow. “You forgot? Forgot what?”

“That Buck can’t get pregnant.”

There was a pause before, much like the team earlier, Athena started laughing.

He sighed, deep and resigned. No one was ever going to let him live this down.

[seasidesandstarscapes]

Question!!! (kinda)

So I’m trying to branch out my taste to fics that aren’t just coxstroke but I can’t figure out who is who outside of Joe, Bobby, Don, and Roger 😭

Like I want to read some other fics because I love them all, I do, but I can’t tell who is who!

Do you have any tricks/tips/a key for keeping them separate and properly envisioned?

Hello!!! I totally understand, when I was first getting into tbitb anyone who wasn't the main four was like, "he sure was in that boat...."

Honestly, it just took staring at photos and looking up all tbitb content I could find to finally nail everyone down, but here's a guide that I hope helps!!

(Also, these are just my interpretations, so please don't feel like you have to follow this at all. Since these are the fictionalized versions of the rowers, you can really read/write them a variety of ways!!!)

Shorty:

As my mom asked, "Is he Italian?" The pretty boy, the flirt, the himbo

I tend to see him as someone that others perceive as self-focused, but really he cares so much and it takes a big moment for him to show that side of himself.

Jim:

As much as I hate to say this, he looks like handsome squidward and that's how i always keep him straight fjdskflsl

He's the team captain, a bit reserved but from what we see from the movie, he's invested in helping others and I like to think he's great at keeping morale up.

My mom likes how defined his jawline is

Gordy:

Tall man, I think the tallest of all the actors? Irl I guess he was very quiet, but in the movie, he's the one to start singing the school song and help get Don at the piano, so I imagine once his shell is broken, he can be the life of the party. Thoughtful, sincere are other qualities I see in him as well.

My mom had no comment but always nodded when he and Johnny were on screen so I guess that's a good sign.

Johnny:

Johnny!!! Unassuming, but more extroverted than Gordy imo. He's the most resistant to change, but once he sees the brighter side, then he's much more willing to flip the switch. According to the book, irl Johnny would use the word "foul" a lot when describing things he didn't like

Chuck:

He has just as much fiery energy as Bobby, quick to react, quick to realize his mistakes. Passionate and determined, gets frustrated when people can't get their heads out of their asses.

Heavy smoker irl and one of the only boys who wasn't an engineering major

My mom didn't care for him much at first but changed her tune pretty quickly. Not sure why lmao

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I hope this helps somewhat!!! Again, interpretations are really up to you since we're not reading/writing about the actual people. As you read more fics though, there definitely is a bit of fanon that's leaked into all our stories and how we see each boy.

As long as you're having fun that's what matters!!

[apocalypseornaw]

Wanna be Yours (Pt 3/5)

Sam Winchester x Reader

You're starting to realize some feelings you're developing

@lacilou idea I'm trying to do justice to

Tuesday night, you hadn't expected the bar to be so crowded. The moment you stepped in the stench of a cheap cigar hit your nose and you could hear the bartender yelling at the culprit the get out. You weren't sure why you were here, you could've gotten a drink from the mini bar at the hotel.

You looked around and spotted Ronnie sitting at the bar, she glanced up and waved when she spotted you "So you can drink with someone besides the Winchesters" she teased when you made it to her side. You rolled your eyes "Normally I want a shower and a bed after a hunt" she grinned "Well lucky me, I got her on a good night"

She was always a bit on the wilder side even for a hunter, you would've described her as Faith from Buffy had Faith not went batshit and killed humans. She was trustworthy to have your back on a hunt but you rarely hung out with her afterwards. Tonight was just a rare night you were craving company and the boys were states away.

You peeled at the label of your beer while you listened to her ramble about her latest one night stand. You missed Dean, his presence was always a comfort at bars because he knew you well enough to know when to back off and when to back someone else off.

You missed Sam too. He'd always be the gentleman to walk you to the bar or to the bathroom and wait outside the door. You smiled thinking of the last time you'd seen the Winchesters a couple weeks before, it was downtime and the three of you had ended up at Bobby's.

You'd needed a part for your challenger and they were just catching a breather. Dean had offered to change the part out for you so that somehow ended with you and Sam having to make a run into town for Bobby.

You were sitting sideways in the passenger seat of the impala while Sam drove. You'd fiddled with the radio enough to get it to a station you liked and you were currently singing along lightly with the radio.

Sam cut his eyes at you twice before you met his gaze "Yes Samuel?" He laughed and shook his head "Nothing, it's just good to see you actually relax now and then. No offense but you remind me of Dean at times, you two take so much guilt in on things that are no where near being your fault"

You smiled "Look who's talking. I think we all share guilt over shit we can't change pretty well. Truthfully things feel easier when I'm with Dean and you, it's like even when things go really bad I can breathe easier because I have backup. I miss Hayley like crazy but I know she'd be happy to know I am fairly happy for a hunter"

If you were being completely truthful things just felt easier when Sam smiled at you the way he currently was. He made you feel human, Dean saw you as his equal in all things and while Sam did too he also seemed to feel the fact that sometimes you needed to have a safe place to land and had slowly become that for you rather he knew it or not. You could fall apart with him and not feel any shame or guilt. He'd comfort you and talk you through it and you'd like to think you did the same for him.

"Y/N! Are you listening to me?" Ronnie laughed and you shook yourself out of your thoughts before admitting "Nope, didn't hear a word Ron" she laughed again and nodded towards the corner of the bar "That guy's eyes haven't left you since you walked in" you followed her line of sight and had to admit the guy was good looking but his hair was too short, eyes weren't the right shade of green and when he smiled at you there wasn't a single dimple to be found. Shit, you were comparing him to Sam.

"Yeah he's alright but I ain't looking for anything like that tonight. Matter of fact I think I'm gonna hit the road" she raised an eyebrow but nodded "I'll pay for your beer since you barely took a sip but can I ask one thing?" You waved your hand to say go ahead and she grinned "Who's wrapped up in that pretty little head of yours?" You rolled your eyes as you stood up "Catch ya down the road Rons. Be safe" she nodded "You too baby. You too"

You were a few miles shy of Kansas when your phone rang. You glanced at the screen to see Dean's name complete with a photo of him and you from years before. You swiped the screen "Well if it isn't my second favorite Winchester" He laughed "Ouch but I'm sure Sam will be glad to hear that"

You grinned before saying "What ya need Dean?" You could hear him and Sam talking in the background before he said "Get your ass to Lebanon. We got something you've got to see" "Well that's ominous but I trust ya, you gonna give me directions or should I call when I hit Lebanon?" "Call I'll send Sam to meet ya" "See ya soon"

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You followed Sam down the long set of stairs "What is this place?" He smiled over his shoulder at you "It's a men of letters bunker. Long story short? Over the last couple weeks me and Dean met our grandfather and he gave us the key"

"I'm starting to think I need to stick with you too full time" you replied and his smile deepened "I can think of worse things then....having someone else to talk to besides Dean" the hesitation made you think he was going to say something else but changed it.

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At the bottom of the stairs Sam stopped to make sure you were next to him and called out Dean's name. The elder Winchester came sliding around the corner with a broad grin on his face "Y/N! You got to check this place out. I picked out a room for you already, C'mon" he grabbed your arm and you couldn't help but laugh as you managed to get out "Sam, we'll catch up later" before Dean drug you from the room.

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Sam watched you disappear behind Dean and mentally kicked himself. He'd nearly said he could think of worse things than seeing you daily but thought better of it. What was he going to do if you moved in? If you and Dean were something like he thought did that mean he'd end up having to listen to you two doing something? Fuck, he hoped not.

He groaned lightly but heard you call his name so he forced a smile on his face to follow the sound of your voice.

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[goose-duck]

🥧 Class Trip 🥧

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Maxley?? Fanfic oneshot thingy, idk, I'm sick and felt inspired. I say "maxley??" Bc it's Max and Bradley for sure but I dunno if it'll come off as romantic or not I actually have no idea what I'm writing...why am doing this when I'm sick? Oh well, enjoy ✨

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Our class is going on a trip today, I can't tell if I'm excited or not. We're going to a museum which isn't particularly entertaining...especially given its the one I'm employed at, but anything's better than class I suppose? I don't know why the professor decided to take us on a trip, he's usually so...uh...how do I describe him? Lame? Boring? Old? Decrepit? I should stop...before my inside thoughts become outside thoughts...though im sure everyone else is thinking the same thing. Maybe it's because it's the end of the year and he just kinda gave up? I don't know...why am I even still thinking about this?

I'm sitting where I usually sit with Bobby and PJ. We're waiting for the rest of the class...or at least most of the class, to show up so we can leave. Bobby and PJ are talking but I'm not overly interested. I started being friends with Bradley a few weeks ago...its been good...but it started off really weird. We don't talk much but there's less animosity between us now and we occasionally make light conversation. Bradley also sits with us now so that's cool I guess?? He's on the other side of me, my left side, the side of my dominant hand. Makes it difficult to write sometimes because we'll bump elbows. He's also here, he was here before everyone else, as always.

I lay my head on the table and look at him, admiring his sharp jawline and beautiful blue eyes...what..? Nevermind, he's got a nice face, it's not weird at all to think that. Right? Right! I'm not...uh...feeling things...at all. Totally normal thoughts and feelings here. I look down at the desk, silently judging myself before looking up at him again, meeting his eyes. Bradley's giving me a strange look, probably because I have my head on the table after having been so excited a few minutes ago. I'm just bored of waiting for the rest of the class. He gives me a soft smirk before rolling his eyes and going on his phone. I just continue with what I was doing.

I finally decide to say something, I say it every morning to him, "good morning, Brad." I say. He normal says good morning back but today he just looked at me before pulling out a bag of cough drops and popping one in his mouth. Ah, his throat must be sore. "You sick, Brad?" I question. He nods at me. I giggle a little, our professor's name is also Brad, it's funny, kinda.

Eventually most of the class shows up and we all start on our way to the museum. It's close enough to walk to but we have to walk down a steep hill which we all know will be miserable on the walk back up. It's a hot sunny day, 25°c, and it's only the morning. Bobby and PJ and ahead of me and Bradley by a little bit on our walk. I think Bradley is walking slower than usual because he's sick, he'd normally be out walking me and I'd have to run after him. On the walk down me and him share a few words and joke around a bit. We come to a crosswalk and a few people jaywalk instead of using the crosswalk, not a big deal but Bobby makes a joke about it being illegal before soon following suit and also not using the crosswalk.

A little further on our walk and we're on a flat spot before the next hill we have to go down. Somehow me and Bradley ended up in front of Bobby and PJ, I guess we were walking quicker than I thought. Bobby walks up to Bradley holding out a $10 bill, "Hey, Brad?" He says laughing a little. "What, Bobby?" Bradley responds, his voice sounding hoarse from his cold. "I'll give you $10 to carry me the rest of the way." Bobby suggest, holding the bill more out to Bradley. Bradley laughs, taking the money and stops walking to Bobby can get on his back. Me and PJ stop walking too to watch this. Bobby hops up on Bradley's back and Bradley let's out a huff, walking a little ways before dropping Bobby and giving him his money back. "You're heavier than you look!" Bradley says sounding a little more tired than before, "how much do you weigh!?" He quickly adds on. Bobby tells him he doesn't keep track then retorts my asking Bradley how much he weights. Apparently Bradley weighs 220 lbs...double the amount I weigh, literally, I weigh 120. Bradley then says, "fuck, you're probably heavier than I am, Bobby, no wonder you're so hard to carry!" Bobby gets offended but doesn't deny it. I laugh a little, as we all continue walking.

Eventually we get to the museum, it's a historical museum full of old artifacts from the native people of the area. I got my job here three years ago, I got in on account of being indigenous myself. They wanted indigenous people to work here with these artifacts rather than the people who colonized our land. Fair enough, and it got me a job that pays more than minimum wage, so, win for me.

When we get inside my boss introduces herself and tells us all what we'll be doing. A scavenger hunt. I already know where everything is as I helped set it up, but I don't say anything, I'll be the secret weapon to whoever decides to work with me as we're told to get into teams of two. Bobby and PJ group up and so does everyone else, leaving me and Bradley, which I'm not opposed to. My boss gives everyone their clipboards giving me a look when she got to me and Bradley. "Why'd she look at you like that?" Bradley inquires. I giggle a little, signalling him to come a little closer so I can whisper to him, "I work here." I whisper into his ear. He gives a look, "ah, how convenient, so we'll get this done in no time?" I give him a snide look, "nope, if you were a cute girl maybe I would have, but you're Bradley Uppercrust iii, I'm sure you can do this without my help." I joke, making it clear I'm not letting him use me as an advantage. Bradley sighs, rolls his eyes, then gets started on the scavenger hunt.

While Bradley does the scavenger hunt I go find some of my coworkers and chat with them. Mostly just talking about how school's been for everyone. Some found university easy, others said it was miserable, one said she didn't have the money to continue. I felt bad for her, but there's not much I can do right now. Bradley gives the clip board with the scavenger hunt sheet to our teacher, Mr. Bradley, then walks over to our group to join in on the conversation until we get told we have to go back to campus.

About an hour later Mr. Bradley calls us all to meet at the front of the building, telling us it's time to go back now. A student asks who got done the hunt first, Mr. Bradley says it was Bradley. Huh, looks like he didn't need my help after all. Good for him. A few students groan and glare at Bradley but I give him a high five. "Good job, dude! Told ya you didn't need my help!" Bradley smiles at me in response to that, ruffling my hair and giving me a thumbs up. His throat must be hurting again, poor guy. Being sick is miserable. Sick on a trip where you have to walk everywhere? Even worse.

The first part of the walk back is fine, but it's definitely a lot hotter out now. I have Bradley check his phone, it's 31°c. Holy fuck...we're gonna die on the big hill just before the school.

Once we get to that hill Bradley gives me a worried look putting his hand on my back. I'd been breathing quite heavily, I didn't find it strange, I'm used to it, it's always like this for me, anemia kicking my ass at all times of the day. I look pale and I'm sweaty and can barely think, but I know I just have to make it back to class and sit down and get a drink. Bradley doesn't seem to think I'll make it though as I stumble around the sidewalk almost falling a few times. Bradley's hold on my tightens a bit when I almost fall into an oncoming vehicle. "You sound like you're dying.." Bradley says saying stressed. I laugh before coughing a little, finding it humourous that he's sick yet I'm the one having such a hard time. Bradley offers to carry me the rest of the way but I'm too prideful to let him, telling him I can make it on my own.

Once we get to the top of the hill there's a bunch of little kids and a few adults, I recognize them from the nearby daycare center. They're adorable, this one in a pink bucket hat waves at me and Bradley so I wave back. Bradley also gives the child a small wave before pulling me along so we actually make it to the school rather than me just being distracted with the adorable children. I'd never want kids of my own, but if a friend of mine had kid's I wouldn't mind babysitting for them.

Once we get into the foyer of the school Bradley quickly tries to pull me over to a vending machine and buy me a bottle of water. While he's doing that one of my friends walk by and asks what me and Bradley were up to, point out how we both look a mess. I can't get my words out because I'm still breathing heavily from the walk so I just wave and give a thumbs up. I'm sure that'll be a satisfactory answer, right?

Bradley comes back over to me with the bottle of water, opening it for me and shoving it up to my mouth. I guess he doesn't trust me to do it myself...do I really look like I'm in that bad of shape right now? Maybe I should just take the water. I drink the water Bradley is holding up to my mouth until I swat his hand away a little so I don't drown. He pulls the bottle of water away from my lips, allowing me to breathe and screwing the lid back onto the bottle. He then hands me the water and puts a hand on my back before pushing me along back to the lecture hall so we can sit down. I give him a nod as a thanks and he smiles and nods back.

[krisbianbitchface]

Ok so to warm my heart a little from the coldness of knowing I will have to wait 2 years to see dear Rhaenyra again I have started watching Game of Thrones,I was not very fond of it when it came out however now I am older and just desiring to binge watch anything to get myself to sleep and I have a few thoughts I need to get out of my head or maybe opinions,it might me a little over the top since of course I am a lesbian drama queen and I live to complain,im only in season 3 almost ending the season...

I fucking hate that kid bran,he takes soooo much screen time just to retell dreams and look like that snarky kid that throws random stuff on the ground in Walmart with a stupid look on his face (I really Wish Jamie would have killed his ass)

Melissandre is the most interesting character of the series,so witty and cruel in the best way,I was shocked when she killed that king with her baby demon and absolutely smitten,I love cruel women.

Jon Snow is the most boring character I have EVER witnessed in the story of television and trust me I've been there since Xena Warrior Princess graced the screens,just no goals,no path,no big dick or small dick energy,no energy AT ALL,just a big fat ugly Hero complex that I just can't stand because the actor has the same expression everytime no matter what happens,even having a boner with a cute girl cuddling his dick he is 😐 like gtfo of my face

Cersei is second to Melissandre in the scale of bad bitches,she is just so fucking resented and hot,everything she says sounds like wind chimes even if she is sending a child to his death,I cant help but want her to hate fuck me and call me a fagg0t and then tell me Im the worst fuck she's ever had and just use me again.

Dragons...Should I say more? I started the series of House of the Dragon because I just love dragons,and a particular scene is just edged in my mind like iron,Daenerys saving her little dragons from that sorcerers dungeon and their cute little faces watching her almost like trying to say "Momma! You're here! we missed you!" I think is the cutest scene ever.

Daenerys...She serving cunt,she ate and licked the plate,she served and left no crumbs,the director said cut and she heard CUNT and went with it, she caused a motherquake of 9.99 in the cunt scale,she's mother, and no other than the Mother of Dragons, I just love her,she is what Cleopatra VII was before hollywood found her and turned her into a makeup propaganda fashionista, a true strategist and conqueror.

Kal Drogo,I just mourned his death,he was so cute and murderous, i wept real tears for sweet Daenerys, I think the actor was really good and he needed more screen time, his scenes were charged with masculity and power,something we really lack these days in television.

Sansa, she is a beauty,the kind of beauty fantasy writers try to describe and there is just no way that human exists and then there is her...But she is so fucking traumatized and set aside just like every other woman in that universe,hell,even in life,I feel for her...And also wanna date her,i won't lie

Aria is a tough little woman,I think they really need to step up her action scenes because I think she serves well as a hope in the darkness kind of character however I do wish the actress was more prone to make a proper action sequence ala Eleven from Stranger Things,you can say what you want about miss Millie Bobby Brown but she is one of the few actresses willing to make many changes ln television for years to come with her characters.

Jamie Lannister is an interesting fighter and I wish it was possible to swap his fight scenes with Aria since i think it was proper giving the context,anyway he has good fighting sequences that I think were ment for someone else.

The sex scenes... This was a series HBO really set the bar high for nudity,there is so much nudity,sometimes unnecessary and cruel for the actresses involved and at the same time, is not surprising considering this series was made by two straight men,this always happens in the industry although these days is harder due to the constant intimacy coordination, but yeah in those times I can't imagine how unerving it was for actresses to bare it all for a couple of coins in a popular series.

Enough with my ramblings,I declare myself a fan of game of thrones only for Daenerys and her cute little dragons 💖

[talesofphantombandits]

Dagger to the Heart ~ Young Guns. Chapter 2

Summary: Bobbie 'Bo' Ryder had quite a simple life before she met Billy and his gang or Regulators, forced to ride with them on their mission for freedom and revenge she will become a loyal regulator herself and also find the best of friends in Doc Scurlock, but best of all? She gets her biggest wish of finding love again, until that too is cruelly ripped away from her again, forcing her to become someone she never thought she would be. A seeker of revenge.

Character Pairing: Chavez Y Chavez X Bobbie 'Bo' Ryder.

Masterlist Here! Part One here!

Taglist ~

Bobbie woke with a start.

Disoriented she tried the best she could to take in her unfamiliar surroundings. It was light but she could tell it was late morning, sitting up on her elbows all she could see was sand and weeds covering the ground in all directions, this wasn't home. Where the hell was she? It took her a minute or two to stop the panic that had set in, things started to come back to her, the regulators, the fire, her father laying dead in the stables. God her poor father. 

"Hey." Startled she whipped to her left. "You okay?" 

All she could do was stare at the blonde man that was stoking the fire in front of him, for the life of her she couldn’t think of his name. “What?”

It was only then she had noticed someone out the corner of her eye heading her way, when she looked up Chavez was just kneeling down to her eye line, his arm outstretched. She was honestly surprised that she’d been able to remember his name but not the other mans. She took him in for a moment, she noticed his eyes, brown almost hazel in colour but they held such intelligence. Safe to say she was mesmerised, when she had found herself back to reality she finally looked down at the battered metal cup in his hand, she'd been that distracted that she hadn't even noticed how parched she was, so she gratefully took the water. Chavez almost cracked a smile at her, admiring the way she gulped the liquid down but he made sure to hide it. 

"We only stopped for a rest, I'll get the horses ready." With that Chavez walked away, it took everything in Bobbie not to burn a hole into the back of his head, for she was sure he would be able to sense it.

"You didn't answer my question." She turned back to where blondie had been sat observing the entire encounter between her and Chavez.  Doc! that was his name! He was now fully focused on sharpening his blade.  

She just looked at him confused. "Sorry what?" 

Doc focused his gaze back to Bobbie. "I asked if you were okay, you look startled.” He gave the blade one last strike against the stone before burying the tip into the soft sand and chucking the stone aimlessly behind him. "but to be fair, can't say I at all blame you it's been a rough night."

She smiled at him, all that effort just to ask if she's okay. "I'm fine, I think. A little disoriented after every thing but I've been through worse plus, some of the company isn’t so bad.” Doc nodded in understanding. "I'll be fine, thank you though.” 

Just as he was about to say something else they both heard two people bickering, one of which sounded frantic. It was coming from just around the corner of a big rock to their right, both Doc and Bobbie stood up to see what was happening. Chavez had already beaten them there and was trying to calm the situation down but to no avail, Charley just kept walking in circles and ranting over and over again.

The only word Bobbie could make out was 'hanging', at this point she had no idea exactly what she'd gotten herself into but she sure was about to find out. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse Steve brought over Billy which made Charley freak out more. She hadn't even been around Billy for more than a day but there was just something about him that she already detested. And she was right, straight away Billy was describing hangings that he'd been witness to and of course Charley was incredibly distressed and getting worse, Billy even went as far to tell him that he most likely would be caught and hanged, just to rub salt further into the wound he also started to laugh in his face.

Bobbie had, had enough. "Hey Billy, why don't you cool it down a bit huh?" He gave her a look, one that she didn't like at all, one that instilled fear into her.

"Why don't you just keep your mouth shut huh? You're not apart of this gang little girl." He started to move towards her but to her surprise Chavez stepped in front of her.

"Billy." Chavez warned in a low tone. He backed off, but not without glaring at Bobbie who was peaking over Chavez's very wide shoulder. 

“Why is she still here anyway? All she is is a bother, if anyone is going to get us killed it’s her!” Bobbie bolted past Chavez, determined to rip Billy’s face off, but Chavez’s reflexes where faster and he caught her by the waist and held her tight against his chest. 

To Bobbie’s surprise it was Doc that spoke up this time. “She lost everything because of us, what were we going to do? Just leave her in the middle of no where without family or a place to live?” 

Billy just scoffed. “She’s not our responsibility, if she slows us down or gets us in trouble I’ll kill her myself.” He seemed to drop it after that and walked over to Charley to continue their conversation.

It was only then that Bobbie realised that Chavez was still holding her, she couldn’t help but to notice how warm and comforting it was to be so close to him. But as soon as the thought entered her brain, he’d let go and started walking away.

They'd finally decided to treat Charley to one final good day, just incase they did get hung. Bobbie felt awkward at first walking into the bar, the girls walked around, shoulders exposed and low, very low necklines. She had sat down next to Doc, Chavez passing them, sitting down at the other table across from them with his back against the wall. A brunette rushed over to him, sitting behind him and immediately draping her hands all over his shoulders and chest. Bobbie tried her hardest to not look at them, she could feel something stirring in her but she tried to push it all down, she had no right to get possessive over him, they hadn't even known each other 24 hrs yet, what right did she have? What she didn't know was that Doc had clocked her stare at Chavez and smiled to himself, he knew exactly what that look meant.

Bobbie had been so distracted by Chavez and the lady hanging on to him that she hadn’t even noticed the tension rise in the room when Billy had walked himself over to the unknown man. Only realising the peril they could be in when Doc and Steve both took out their guns and laid them on the table, almost in sync. Doc as if sensing her discomfort did his best to give her a smile that was meant to calm her nerves, it did anything but.

“I would sure like to touch the gun that’s going to kill Billy the kid.”

Billy was going to get them all killed.

“I heard this Billy the Kid has a way with the woman.” She hadn’t meant to scoff out loud, in fact she only knew she had when all heads turned in her direction. 

Luckily for Bobbie, Billy didn’t like when the attention was taken away from him for too long and continued with his doomed teasing of the bounty Hunter.

But Bobbie found herself once again distracted by the man sitting opposite her. In order to concentrate on the escalating situation behind him, he’d finally shooed the letch from the tight grip she had on his shoulder, Bobbie’s vision of Chavez was blocked only for a moment while the female walked past her, no doubt to find another willing male to latch onto. But the moment her sight was cleared again she found Chavez was already staring at her, in those matter of seconds he’d lifted his head and their eyes had met, he lifted the glass up to his lips and took a swig of his drink, never breaking the contact until he heard the fatal words come out of Billy’s mouth.

“Hey! I see him!” He pointed to himself in the mirror. “There! There’s Billy the kid!” Bobbie couldn’t help but roll her eyes and lean back, defeated in her seat, if a bounty Hunter didn’t come and kill this stupid kid soon she had half the mind to do it herself.

The man wasn’t having it though, he just thought he was being a stupid kid and was teasing him, if only he knew. When Billy started to whistle that’s when she knew this was going to go sour, and she was right. Trying to shoot Billy the man didn’t succeed for Billy had taken out all his bullets when the man had stupidly handed Billy his gun to look at, he tried several times but all that was heard were clicks. Then Billy pulled his gun, Bobbie will never forget the look on the man's face when it dawned on him that he was about to die.

He shot him, and that was it for Bobbie. After everything she’d been through she couldn’t take it so she stormed out and hoped that no one would follow her. But she would be disappointed, she could hear Doc calling after her as she marched her way to the horses. When she turned to look at him she could see that not far behind him was Chavez who was also walking towards her but he was walking a lot slower and definitely stalling to catch up to her. 

“Let me guess, it was Billy that started all this in the first place?” Doc didn’t say anything but he stopped short in his tracks which was a dead give away. “How can you stand him? He’s so insurable.” 

Doc looked confused and lost for words. "He sometimes has a point though, they killed our mentor, at first I didn’t agree. In fact I’m not sure what I think and feel right now but it’s happening and all we can do is go along with it.” 

She was pacing in front of the horses now. "And that justifies killing more people? That just makes you as bad as them!"  

"Bo." His soft voice stopped her in her tracks, she looked over to where Chavez was now stood next to Doc. "It's gone too far now, we have to see this through. Me and Doc definitely agree with you, but we've done too much and Billy isn't going to stop until he's satisfied. Murphy's men are definitely not going to stop hunting us until they see us shot or hung." He then turned to Doc, putting his hand on his closest friends shoulder squeezing it to reassure him, he gave a nod which made Doc sigh and he began the walk back to the bar. 

Chavez watched until Doc was out of earshot. "I can take you to the nearest town if it'll make you feel safer, i'm sure we can find you a decent hotel." 

She thought about it deeply, she had nowhere to go, no friends, no family and no place to call home. If she had also been a target because they were with her in her house then she too was probably being hunted. "I have nothing." She dryly laughed. "You guys are kind of the only thing I know right now, they also burned my house down and killed my father, which probably means i'm also a target right?" 

"You are more than welcome to stay with us and i'll do my best, I mean me and Doc will do our best to keep you safe but you must know we can't promise your safety."  Bobbie's heart fluttered, maybe staying with them was the best thing, even if it would just be to stay close to Chavez and Doc. 

She never got to say what she wanted as Charley screamed for his life. “IT’S JOHN KINNEY!”

Chavez rushed past her to untie his horse, she was too shocked to move. Everything was moving too fast. He jumped up onto the horse seamlessly and reached his hand down to Bobbie. 

“You can ride with me.” 

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 22nd August

Well, we're feeling cutsey this week. Seriously, I don't think you could get much more cutesy, with two songs that are sugary-sweet, enough that I find myself kind of wanting to go brush my teeth.

Once Upon a Dream - Billy Fury (peaked at Number 7)

No, this isn't the song from Sleeping Beauty. Which is a shame, because I'd absolutely kill for a 1962 pop version of that, can you even imagine? I'm imagining somebody like Helen or Brenda absolutely knocking it out the park! Billy's Once Upon a Dream is a similarly sweet song, though, establishing this very gentle tone from the opening, with its faint chimes and ooh-la-ooh-la-ooh singers. It sets a calm, sleepy tone, and the song goes to some efforts to keep the mood, even as Billy comes in. He never sings above a medium volume, for example, and you also get these lovely bits of shimmering guitar. And syrupy strings, because 1962 loves some syrupy strings. Actually, I've just seen that Norrie Paramor produced this one, so I'm going to blame him for that one, not 1962 in general - because this is absolutely a song I could imagine Cliff putting out, too.

Lyrically, it's sweet and quite romantic. We start with Billy telling us about how once, once upon a dream I met her / Long ago, but somehow I can't forget her. So this is a song about remembering somebody you used to love, but a long time ago, so long ago it feels like a strange dream. And the vaguely fairy-tale feel continues as the song describes how we built a castle where we planned to live forever, Billy waxing sentimental about those precious moments in the land of never. Which is genuinely a lovely line, with a sort of wistful sadness to it. The dreams Billy had about living with his love never amounted to mcuh, but they're still precious to him, and not a bitter thing, by any stretch of the imagination, even if they never actually happened. And the rest of the song is just Billy wishing that his dream (slash memory, slash fantasy, slash daydream) might one day come true for real. Like I said, cute.

I also appreciate that this song, for the first time in a little while, was a film tie-in! In this case, the film was called Play It Cool and starred Billy, but also Helen Shapiro, Bobby Vee and Danny Williams, just to name stars we've heard from on this blog. Talk about star-studded! Plot-wise, it sounds pretty standard, with Billy playing the lead singer of a band, named (excellently) as Billy Universe and the Satellites. They then make friends with an heiress, who's lost track of her fiancé, and track through a bunch of nightclubs, with Billy falling in love with his heiress friend, naturally, all culminating in him singing this song from the departures lounge at Gatwick Airport. Which I thought sounded very glamorous for 1962, but it turns out there's been an airport at Gatwick since the 1920s, with commercial flights since 1933. So perhaps less notable than I assumed it was. Still, kind of cool to see what I really think of as a 1990s/2000s rom-com trope, the airport declaration of love, in a sort of embryonic form, here. Who knew!

Roses Are Red - Ronnie Carroll (3)

And from one sugary-sweet song, to another, this one a cover by the Northern Irish Ronnie Carroll, a singer who got his start imitating Nat King Cole in blackface (yikes!), and in less alarming fashion, followed it up by performing in Eurovision not once but twice, in the process becoming the only person to represent the UK twice in a row. Which is kind of cool. Clearly he didn't make a huge dent in the charts, though - at least not enough to make the Top 10. Which I feel like is the default for Eurovision people - as a general rule, anybody successful enough to properly dominate the charts simply has better things to do than appear on Eurovision. Which means the only Eurovisioners that make it into the charts are those who make into the charts off the back of Eurovision specifically. Not sure if that's what gave Ronnie a boost here, though - we're well into August, which is usually beyond the people where that kind of thing matters.

All this, to avoid talking about this song. Because it's... well, it's fine. It's just a bit unimaginitive, with lyrics riffing on the classic "roses are red" rhyme in the most predictable way possible. I mean roses are red, my love, violets are blue, / Sugar is sweet, my love, but not as sweet as you. Urgh. It's not bad, but it's the most obvious rhyme, and sickly-sweet to boot, literally. This did then send me down a rabbit hole about the rhyme, though - I suspected it was old, and my suspicions were confirmed, eventually. Turns out the first written attestation dates back to 1784 and Gammer Gurton's Garland, a compendium of folk songs that I only mention because, amazingly, it's come up already on this blog, as the source for the nursery rhyme at the base of How High the Moon, a song released back in 1953. I didn't expect to be back here, and yet, here we are. Truly, wild.

There are also verses, I guess, all about Ronnie meeting somebody at school, and signing her yearbook with the poem mentioned. They dated throughout high school, it transpires, but adult life intervenes after graduation. Then I went far away, Ronnie tells us, and you found someone new / I read your letter, dear / And I wrote back to you. I guess it's nice that he's keeping in touch. And then, the properly weird and entirely unnecessary final verse, as Ronnie sees that his lost love has had a child, asking is that your little girl? and pointing out how she looks a lot like you / Someday some boy will write / In her book too. Which is fine, it stops short of being creepy. It's just... I dunno, I just can't tell what Ronnie was trying to achieve here. Weird conversational turn. Not a fan.

These songs were inoffensive. I mean, I defy you to actively dislike either of them. They were pleasant, and kind of sweet, and neither song fell into the trap of being too flowery about it all. You got some more metaphorical language in Billy's, sure, but it was also about dreams and dreaming, so you can forgive him it. And Ronnie's turned up with a delightfully straightforward tune - almost too straightforward, but there you go. Roses are red, violets are blue, this song's forgettable, what else is new?

Favourite song of the bunch: Once Upon a Dream

[bobfloydsbabe]

Mob Boss Bobby! Mob Boss Bobby! I’m sooooo tempted to ask about penthouse smut but I’ve decided to change things up and ask about the aftermath 🥰

Beth! I’ve been neglecting Mob Boss Bob as of late, so it's only right that someone asked about him. The Aftermath is a fic I didn't intend to write, but started because there was an ask game going around where you had to write some sentences when someone sent in a certain emoji. That's how The Aftermath came to be.

It takes place a few months after Mob Boss Bob learns Abby's true identity as Warlock's adopted daughter. He’s still reeling from the betrayal and has a conversation with Natasha about it.

Here's a lil sneak peek!

It's been months since he learned her secret, and he's spent every day since waiting for the ball to drop. For Warlock to threaten every part of his organization with the inside knowledge he got from Abby. It hasn't happened yet. "Maybe she didn’t say anything," Natasha suggests one afternoon. She's the only one who truly knows the extent of his relationship with Abby, and the only who knows Bob loves her. She may have been a spy, and she may even have betrayed him, but he can't stop loving her. He's tried, but to no avail. "She should have told Warlock all my secrets. She has the information to destroy me and this organization, but so far nothing's happened. Why?" Natasha face softens, and she uncrosses her legs, leaning forward in her seat. "Maybe because the idea of hurting the man she loves more than she already has is worse than whatever Warlock might do to her for keeping quiet." He raises the glass of bourbon to his lips and finishes the drink in one go. He looks at his friend and right hand woman with an expression that can only be described as somber. "You think she's protecting me?" "I think it's possible," Natasha says, leaning back in her chair. "I also think you should talk to–don't give me that look, alright? I'm telling you this as your friend, not your employee: Talk to her." He pours another glass of bourbon and swirls the amber liquid around. He considers Natasha's suggestion and the consequences of reaching out to Abby, of going to see her when he's not sure he'd be able to walk away.  He downs the drink in one go, but when he goes to pour another, Natasha pulls the decanter out of his reach.

[nabs-draws]

A lot have been on my mind lately and I thought I gonna share it today. Alongside this little page from my new Sketchbook. I freshly started it two days ago after for it patiently waiting in my shelf for 3 month, ready to be filled with good and bad drawings. And notes. Because I also write a lot.

Anyways. One thing that came into my mind was a quote a while ago. It came from a person on Youtube talking about AI Art. He said something along the lines of : "Artists don't like to draw but they like to see the end product"

Of course I can't talk for all artists on the world. But I am very certain that this statement is not true for most artists. What I'm going to describe now is more "my" experience. Maybe some artists here on Tumblr find themselves in these statement. Some might not. Both are valid and both are okay.

This might be shocking to you (or not) but if I'm being honest, I do not really care much for the end product. I never did. I maybe do, if a client is involved in the process but my core creativity stems from just doing something with my Hands. Grabbing my mechanical pencil and listening to the scratching noises on the paper while I slowly put Graphite on it. How some simple shapes slowly transforms itself into a drawing. An eye…the other eye… F*** I ruined the other eye. Doesn't matter. Lets continue from here. Taking a piece of my kneadable eraser , forming it into a convinient form and picking up some graphite areas in order to put on some highlights. At this point it's literally sculpting on Paper.

My digital approach is quite similar. Yet, instead of a Graphite pencil, or colored pencils I now have a overwhelmingly limitless palette. All the colors in the world (or within my RGB range) that I can throw together. The outcome is still not me carrying much for the result, but the process that leads me to the result The thinking process, the learning on the way. The test phase , in order to see if the process made sense in the end or not. Researching, learning again. And always with a brink of challenging myself to do better while also being in a almost meditative state. And every new piece of art I do is like a journey into the unknown. Sometimes I run into uncomfortable territories but it feels great to overcome them and literally feel the growth afterwards. Even with client work. And the best part of it is when my clients feel the same energy from the design I made for them.

Heck, I just love drawing and designing and the design thinking process. More than anything else in the world. And even the words I wrote are a simple understatement of how I truely feel about creating. Even when I got vulnerable at some parts.

And this feelings for the drafts of art is not unique to me. It's a universal artist experience. Go ask other artistic professionals. James Jean, Ian Mcque, or Bobby Chiu. Just watch all the dozens of Sketchbook tours that Proko has uploaded on his channel. Or the THU Sketchbook Tours where you not only see beautiful and inspiring sketches, but also get a glimpse into the minds of other artists. Or the Schoolism Interviews where Artists all over the world talk about their craft and the love to it. (just to reveal some places that made me fall in love with art all over again.)

And now let me ask you again: Do Artists really hate the process?

And for the transparacy: Some portraits where referenced from following fashion photographers: Keta Tamamura (Nezu 2019) Victor Demarchelier (photographing Katie Moore)

[survey--s]

676.

What were you doing at 10:30 this morning? I was up in the sand dunes walking Bailey, Bobby and Red.

Is there anyone else in the room with you? Just the cats. Mike is upstairs with the dog.

If you married the last male you spoke to, what would your initials be? We are married. I'm not sharing my initials on here though.

What did you have for lunch today? Leftover chicken nuggets, popcorn and coffee lol. The chicken nuggets needed eating as I'd accidentally left them out all night and the popcorn bag was opened when the shopping was delivered and I didn't want it going even more stale.

In your phone, who is the first contact listed under ‘L’? My father in law.

How old is he/she? 79.

What colour are your father’s eyes? He has really pale blue eyes.

Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female? Uhh, I don't remember. Female, I think.

What’s the 9th song on your iTunes “Recently Played” list? I don't use iTunes.

What colour are the eyes of the last male you text messaged? Grey/green.

Who is the first contact in your phone? What colour is his/her hair? Alannah. She has dark brown hair.

How many tracks were on the last album you listened to? I can't remember the last time I listened to a full album.

Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? My dad lol. I swear he does it on purpose.

Is there a song you can listen to over and over and never get fed up? No.

Do you have a friend whose name begins with ’H’? Describe him/her. I know a few people called Hannah but I wouldn't describe them as friends, more acquaintances I guess?

Are there any songs in your iTunes library that you’ve never listened to? I don't use iTunes.

So, how are you? Is there anything wrong? I was sick earlier in the week and I still have a tickly throat and a runny nose which is kinda annoying. Otherwise I'm fine.

How do you handle awkward situations? It depends on the situation.

Who is the most intelligent person you know? My dad.

Who was the last female you were introduced to? Uhh, I honestly don't know.

What was your first impression of her? ^ I don’t remember.

Who was the last male you were introduced to? Again, I have no idea.

What was your first impression of him? ...

Name one of your favourite foods that starts with the letter 'F’. French toast. Fries.

Do you have a close friend of the opposite sex? Sure, my husband for starters.

Would you ever consider being more than friends with them? ...

Who is the 8th contact in your phone? Is he/she in a relationship? Brett and I have no idea. He's the farrier for the horse I look after. I've never even met him, I mostly have his number for emergencies.

If you could travel back in time, which year would you go to? I'd love to experience Woodstock. Or a Beatles concert.

When was the last time you made a sandwich? What did you put on it? Earlier today. It was just a plain cheese one,

What were you like as a 12 year old? Awkward, mostly. I loved music and spent most of my time online.

What colour are the eyes of the last female you text messaged? She has brown eyes, I think?

When you woke up this morning, what kind of mood were you in? Groggy.

Are you hungry? Craving any food in particular? No. I just had some toast and a banana earlier.

In the past week, how many times have you cried? Once. I felt so unwell and I ended up being sick and I don't do being sick lol. It's a sensory overload thing.

On a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being amazing), how good is life atm? I'd say an eight.