#Evan we can’t keep a dog!

[siriuslysirius05]

Buck:

Eddie, absolutely bewildered: Buck.

Buck:

Eddie: what is that

Buck:

Buck: okay here me out—

Eddie, pointing at the old golden retriever sitting next to Buck’s feet: EVAN BUCKLEY-

Buck: her name is Daisy ❤️

Daisy: woof!

[tiredofthehumanlife]

How many pocketknives can one man have

Barbie Dolls: Rosekiller x gn! Reader

Word: 1 billion (I’m joeking it’s 940)

Summary: A little Drabble about your boyfriends almost killing a man for you <3

Warning: you get slutshamed, pocket knives, the mention of killing and uh beating the shit out of ppl i mean its rosekiller im sure you’ve read much worse things about them don’t play dumb

You didn’t frequently like people, but today you hated them. You just wanted to finish your classwork. Then Don Abraham just had to chime in your personal relationships. He called you some filthy names all of which boiled down to you’re a slut. You wanted to rip his throat out and wave it in front of his family members' faces. Of course, you would never do that, you weren’t crazy. Your boyfriends, however, that was a different story. 

You shouldn’t have mentioned it. You shouldn’t have even thought of telling them. You should’ve just redirected the conversation and pretended everything was perfect. Now you were stuck on their stupid couch in their stupid commonroom having to go over your stupid day. Evan was perched on the edge of the coffee table, holding onto your hands. 

“So who was it?” Barty asked, bouncing around behind Evan. Evan ran his thumbs over the back of your knuckles. Barty gritted his teeth and groaned, like a dog on a leash thrashing around to chase a squirrel. You shrugged. 

“I don’t know, some guy.” You answered. Barty shook his head in disappointment, growling again. He shook his fist at the sky. 

“When I catch you, Some Guy-“ Barty said through gritted teeth. Evan turned back, glaring at Barty. 

“Sit down,” Evan said, rolling his eyes at Barty. Barty crossed his arms and flung himself back onto the couch behind Evan. Evan looked back at you. 

“We just want to report them to the school. We can’t do that without their name.” Evan said. You glared at him, knowing full well he had no intentions of reporting anything to the school. Evan shrugged, smacking his lips. 

“Worth a shot. Please, lover. We just want to give him a good reason to stay out of your personal business. Please?” Evan asked, dipping his head down. He knew his puppy eyes melted every bit of your composure. Barty sat up from the couch, leaning towards you both. 

“No you guys are probably going to torture him or something. He’ll be missing his eyes by the next class.” You whined, pulling at Evan’s hands. Barty sat up straighter, flicking his pocket knife open. 

“Only a little!” He said like it was something reassuring. You tore your hand from Evan’s hold, pointing to Barty. 

“See!” You yelled a little too loud. Evan reached over and snatched Barty’s pocketknife from him. Barty slumped, flopping back against the couch again. Evan shoved the closed knife into his pocket, keeping an eye on Barty. 

“Where did you get this, Barty?” Evan asked, watching Barty. Barty tipped one of his shoulders up. 

“Pocket. It is a pocketknife, Rosie. Kinda in the name.” Barty said, still pouty Evan took his knife. Evan shook his head at Barty. 

“Don’t sass me, I’m armed now.” Evan turned back to you. He picked your hands up, returning his puppy eyes at you. 

“Please, Lover. Just the one name. We’ll go gentle on him too. No serious harm, just enough to get him sent to the hospital wing. Please? I’ll give you kisses?” Evan offered, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. You groaned, squirming away from him. 

“Fine, but-“ Barty jumped up and moved to bolt for the door. Evan’s hand shot out and trapped Barty by the back of his shirt collar. Evan flung him back onto the couch, giving you a soft smile. 

“Please, continue,” Evan whispered, holding onto your hands again. 

“But I didn’t tell you anything and you’re only going to rough him up a little. Not Barty and Evan roughing up either, like James Potter roughing up. A bruise here a bruise there, mostly mental scarring, you understand?” You raised your brows at Evan and Barty. Evan nodded quickly. Barty grumbled in agreeance. You accepted it. 

“Don Abraham.” You said. Evan dropped your hands and stood from the coffee table. Barty stood up after him. Barty dipped down to kiss your cheek. He shoved his hand into his other pocket, pulling out another knife. Evan held the door open for Barty, waving at you as they both left. 

They did not stick to the agreement at all. Don Abraham was stuck in the hospital wing for four days. Multiple broken limbs and a practically useless face. Barty and Evan pulverized him. 

“Well, we had knives! We didn’t use them! That’s a little roughing up, I think.” Barty defended over breakfast. You looked to Evan. Evan lifted his eyes from his plate, shrugging at you. 

“I’m not going to lie to you and say that I tried to go easy on him. I wanted to kill him, but Barty stopped me. Truly that was me going easy.” Evan said, leaning to his side to smack a kiss on Barty’s cheek. You shook your head in utter disappointment. 

“Not at all James Potter roughing up. You know you two are lucky you aren’t expelled.” You said, pointing your fork between them. Barty shrugged. 

“We scared him too bad to blab. You’re stuck with us.” Barty said, reaching over to pinch your chin. Evan hummed. 

“No one saw either, we’re perfectly fine,” Evan added before shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth. You pressed your lips into a thin line. 

“I have got to get a stronger backbone.” You muttered. Evan’s puppy dog eyes and now someone was on bed rest for the rest of the week. Barty patted your cheek sincerely. 

“I can get you Don Abraham’s.” You shook off Barty’s hand. 

“You need to get your pocketknives confiscated.” You muttered. Barty gasped. He leaned away from the table, pressing his pocket knife to his heart. 

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Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!firefighter!reader

Fandom: 911

Fluff, smut

Summary: They have to shower after each of their firefighting operations and Y/n keeps catching Buck half-naked so often, that she asks herself if Buck specifically want Y/n to see him. And things heat up after a call.

Warnings: Probably poor quality smut, descriptive sex, mentions of blood, injuries.

Requested: No

Words: 1.8k

Requests are open for Buck / Eddie !

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

“Ok, but there’s two of us now, how come we have to share the same changing room with you guys ?” Y/n stops Eddie from babbling, tired of being afraid someone would peek at her naked body once she’d go out of the shower. Speaking of, just for the record, the shower is shared too.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. Hen’s been sharing changing room with guys for ages! And not only with us, dealt with worse!” Buck turns his head to stare at you out of those washed-out blue eyes while still chewing on his food.

You can’t lie, it didn’t bother you that much to share the locker room with the sexiest firefighters of LA, what really bothers you are the sneaky peak you and Buck been sharing.

Buck was some of the most wished-for firefighters in town and you can’t blame all the girls that are throwing at his feet. With those ocean blue eyes, one painted with that mysterious scar making girls wonder what’s the story behind that bravery and only after they go through his bed are served with the truth; it’s just a birthmark. His muscles are showing up in that uniform, popping out and taking any breath away in a shirt. And not to talk about the uniform. Anyone looks sexy in a uniform.

Leaving behind the looks, Buck is the most selfless person you’ve ever met in your life. He’d do anything to save every single one in a case, no matter is he’s crashed by a car, train, building or any other hard thing that could end his life on spot. He’s always ready to take that risk. You, on the other hand, are ready to follow the instructions.

He’s the most reckless person, but his heart’s so big it wouldn’t stop beating soon. And he knows that. His heart is not only beating for him, to keep him alive, it’s also beating for all the people out in the world that need help, that need him.

What really bothers you are not the looks he’s giving you with any chance, but the electricity you feel run down your spine every damn time he’s around you or even looking at you. His reputation isn’t a secret and all you wanna do is to avoid getting hurt.

You were zoned out for a while, playing with the food and ignoring all the voices around you. Only one stood up in the crowd and you’d recognise even in your sleep.

As alarm echoed through the station announcing a car crash with possible multiple injured, you sipped out of your coffee cup and jump into the paramedic ambulance.

As you walk back into the station, covered in blood, you let the boys to take a shower first. You approach Buck, holding him back for an inspection.

“Could you be more reckless?” you hiss at him, looking down at his bruises and opened cut on his arm.

“I’m fine, Y/n. I just got the usual bruises.” you press a cold compress on his head before cleaning the cuts.

“And a concussion.” you rolled your eyes.

As he stood there, patiently waiting for you to get your job done, his blue eyes searched for your body. From head to toe, you are the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Smart too, very brave and bossy. Shame you didn’t want to stand up and ignore Bobby’s orders. You’d make a great team.

“You know I can take care of myself?” you did know that, what you didn’t know was why all of the sudden you decided to play the doctor on him.

You were scared when he jumped right in the middle of the flames to save a dog trapped inside a burning car. Your heart was racing like it would pop out of your chest any minute and your eyes filled with small tears. Just the smoke, you’d tell everyone.

When he returned safely with the small dog in his arms you could finally breathe out. All you wanted to do in that moment was to hug him and yell a little.

And yet, you didn’t know why your body would react that way.

“You’re all done right now. You should take a shower, you’re smelly.” he nodded.

“Thank you, doc!” he smiled.

You can’t help a smile, cheeks burning red. You liked that, all the funny names he called you all the time.

You made your way to the locker room, keeping your distance. Everyone was back in the kitchen upstairs, Eddie watching your moves. He could tell something’s going on between you two, all the looks, the way you’re inspecting Buck’s shirtless body, like you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

You remained in your underwear before heading to the showers. You really need to take off the blood. Hearing the water running down, violently hitting the floor, you soon realise it was coming from your usual shower spot, seeing Buck’s shape beautifully contouring on the curtain’s surface.

“You took my shower!” you screamed at him.

“Sorry, doc! Problems with the other ones. They’re out of service.” Buck pokes his wet haired head out. “But you’ll free to join me, if you can’t wait!” he winks.

You can’t wait, the cold air embraces your naked skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Move!” you demand, joining Buck.

You were full grownups after all, a shower isn’t that big of a deal. You’ve seen him half-naked countless of times before and you suspect he’d seen you as well.

Hot water pouring down your body felt like heaven. Warmth hugging you as perfect as this moment was, not minding Buck’s glancing down at your side.

You peak at him, causing your body to burn up in excitement. Every inch of you desired to be touched and you finger tips aches to trace the shape of him. To help him get rid of the dirt, of course.

His hand touches your arm, cleaning the wound you’ve won yourself today.

“You’re injured.” Buck whispered, so close to you now, can feel the warmth of his freshly minted breath.

“Just a cut, I’ll live.” you joke. Looking up at him, water was framing his face so sinfully. You watched a small thread of water paint his nose, those red juicy lips, then going down his chest, stopping at the lower part of his abdomen. Your eyes locked on his erection, and your hands caressing up and down his worked arms.

Buck cupped your cheeks, locking his gaze in yours. Forehead touching, he searched for your permission before hungrily brushing your lips together.

You splay your hands across Buck’s chest as he swirls his tongue around yours. He got you already high over his touch, but the kissing in out of this world.

He press you gently on the cold wall, water still flowing down over both of you, sneaking under your touch. Your body trembles as his hands wanders up and down, memorising your curves. He stops for a moment over your breasts, caressing one by one very carefully, like he would want to remember their shape. You racked your nails through his messy wet hair and down across his back, his lips escaping a little needy moan.

Buck pauses, lips barely touching, taking his time to look in your eyes as his hand went down. “You’re so beautiful!” You breathe the same air, you share the same desire. He admires your intoxicating beauty while shoving his hand between your legs, making you break eye contact and throw your head in pleasure back into the wall.

His lips ghosts over your neck and your fingers lightly run over his abs and down to his erection. Buck kisses you hard, like his life depends on it, like he’s addicted to your touch and wants to feel your name on his skin a whole lifetime from now on.

Moans and desire flying in the air, Buck plays with your wetness before he impatiently lifts your hips up, forcing you to hook your legs around his waist. You hold on into his shoulders, closing the distance between you, he pulled your hips up and down, setting a peace as he buried inside you.

Sinking into him, digging your fingers into Buck’s shoulder, the rhythm became incoherent as both of your bodies burned in indescribably pleasure. You want him as much as he wants you.

The Earth stops spinning and the whole world evolves around you two. That moment is about you and Buck, covered in exultation and savoury. You feel his pulse inside, fire pooling low in your abdomen, waiting for Buck to put it out for you.

He run his tongue over where your lips meet, your eyes running back in delight as your moans melts together under your kiss. A spring coiling tightly and then being release, both of you dissolving into pleasure under the hot warm water spreading your love into the air.

You stayed there, in that sweet embrace minutes before one of you could do something. You enjoyed the moment and rested on Buck’s arms, tears of joy welting with the water caressing your bodies. Buck didn’t want to let you go, afraid you’d disappear as soon as his eyes would open. Instead, he inhales your smell, so unforgettable. He’s convinced it’ll haunt his mind, his dreams, countless days from now on and he’s sure as hell he doesn’t want to forget any second you spent in that shower.

“I’m glad you came back safely today.” you murmured into the base of his neck, your fingers still lightly tracing his shape.

“Will always come back in one piece to you.” he answers, placing a soft kiss on your wet hair.

You raise your head, searching his beautiful eyes. Buck can’t help a smile, seeing you so vulnerable before him, still trusting him enough to let him admire you like that. He locked you lips again, this time so soft, afraid he’ll hurt you with just a touch. You melt on him with every touch.

“We should go back.” you broke the silence.

“Yeah, we should.” he agrees. “I’ll go first, take your time.” he kissed your cheek and disappeared behind the curtain.

When you returned to the kitchen, everyone was eating one of Bobby’s delicious meals. You grab yourself a plate and sat across Buck, avoiding his sight, afraid you’ll lose your sanity. You’re smelling like Buck and sex combined, the best combination you’ve ever smelled.

He locked your eyes and you both smiled like idiots, still drunk over the moment happened in shower, just minutes before, a few feet away from everyone else. But you don’t care, it was your moment.

“Don’t really wanna know what happened back there, you idiots! Stop devouring each other at table!” Chim jokes as your cheeks burn red again.

[rcmclachlan]

civil twilight (buck/tommy)

For @dadvans, who is a dirty enabler whenever I start having ideas and thoughts. Del, here are your damn bucktommy wedding vows, are you happy now?? 🩷

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With a smile, Bobby looks out at the congregation—one hundred and fifty people squeezed onto the Ceremony Deck of the 1909, including what appears to be every first responder Buck has ever met—and announces, “I’m happy to say we’ve come to the part of the ceremony that Buck and Tommy have been looking forward to the most. They’ve prepared a little something for each other to be shared for the very first time today. What they say now will sanctify this moment now and forever.”

Excitement and anticipation chase each other under Buck’s skin like dogs, and he can’t help but bounce a little on his toes, which are pinched like hell in the shoes Maddie made him buy. 

It took him almost a month to comb through the rolodex of his life—taking out cards from between color-coded dividers organized by year and studying each one to remind himself of exactly how he got to this point—to find the right words. He thought about them every second of every day. He filled his notes app to the point they made him pay for extra storage. He fought a five-alarm warehouse fire alongside almost twenty other companies and spent the entire time rearranging sentences in his head. 

There were nights he lay curled against Tommy’s back and practiced for hours against the heat of his skin—soundlessly, of course, although with the way Tommy snores after a double shift it’s not like he would’ve been heard—until he was satisfied. 

But the thought of Tommy doing the same makes Buck a little crazy. Did Tommy scribble half-baked thoughts on the back of a Pizzeria Sei receipt, or did he watch Love, Actually for the two hundredth time and take notes while Colin Firth gave a speech to a very confused town, or did he crowdsource ideas from the yahoos over at Harbor? Knowing Tommy, he just started spitballing at the horizon from a thousand feet above the city and got it on the first try.

Buck’s been vibrating in place for months thinking about this exact moment, and now that it’s finally here he’s going to explode all over all their guests before he even gets to say “I do.”

“Buck? Tommy?” Bobby’s voice is warm, like he knows exactly how much oxygen is feeding the fire in Evan’s belly. “Take each other’s hands and hold on tight.”

Before Bobby’s even finished talking, Tommy’s already stepping forward and reaching for Buck, which is good because Buck’s already reaching for him, too. Their hands come together with the ease of automatic doors in a department store, sliding to meet like they were made for nothing else. Their fingers tangle and lock, and Buck is thrilled to find neither of their palms are sweaty. Tommy’s smiling so hard his nose looks like it’s about to scrunch its way into his hairline, and Buck’s moved so close he’s practically stepping on Tommy’s feet. They meet in a very narrow middle. 

“Buck."

He closes his eyes and presses his lips together to keep the fireworks in his belly from erupting out of his mouth and incinerating the entire canopy. From where he's standing behind Buck, Eddie taps him twice on the shoulder with his fist as if to say, we were all forced to listen to you talk about this for half a year; you've got this, but also don't screw it up.

“You’re up first.”

Drawing in a trembling breath, Buck reaches deep down into the little gilded space where he’s been keeping the words safe all this time. He holds them for a moment, traces the familiar edges of them, and hopes every person on the deck right now is going to be able to hear him. He wants them to know.

Tommy squeezes his hand gently, and Buck looks at him, at the shape of his smile that Buck could draw with his eyes closed. It's suddenly so easy to open his mouth.

"My first real memory is of going with Maddie to the park down the street from our house so we could watch the sunset. I sat on a swing and stared at the sky until it got dark, and even then I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maddie said it looked like I was searching for something."

Like every other time Buck's brought up some random story from when he was a dumbass kid, Tommy's lips roll inward. The first time it happened, he thought Tommy was trying not to laugh at him and he wanted to crawl under a rock like a bug to escape the threat of being completely crushed. But then Tommy admitted to being so charmed by Buck's story that he had to hide the sheer goofiness of his smile so Buck didn't think he was a total psycho. It's true. When Tommy lets that particular brand of smile out, he looks like a serial killer, so whenever Buck sees the inward lip roll, he knows he's one spate of cute aggression away from being turned into a human coat rack. It's awesome.

"It wasn't until I started writing this and looked back on my life that I realized how often I did it. No matter where I was, who I was with, or what I was doing, I'd end the day with my eyes on the sky. It sort of felt like something was going to come swooping out of the clouds just for me and I didn't want to miss it when it did. I didn't really think about it until after the first time I met you, because I didn't have a chance to look at the sky that night—you took me straight there instead. I haven't come back down since."

The tail end of the sentence grows soft and tight, and his eyes grow wet and hot. Which isn't a surprise. He hasn't made it through a single practice run of this part without his taps going on. He clears his throat and squeezes Tommy's hands tightly, reassured by the strength of them, in the firmness of the grip. 

Mortified and elated, he blinks so the tears fall. Tommy sucks in a breath, then distangles his left hand from Evan's right so he can reach up to thumb them away.

"Turns out Maddie was right," he says, smiling wide and pressing into the touch. "I didn't know it, but all that time I was searching for you."

Tommy presses his lips together, but it isn't to hide a smile—it's to hide the way his mouth is trembling and he's doing a shit job of it. Buck chokes a little on a wet laugh. His chest feels sweetly sore, like a pressing on a bruise.

"That was beautiful," Bobby says. He's looking at Buck in the way that always makes him wonder at just how incredible his life would've been if he'd been Buck's dad from the get go. Which is probably a mean thing to do right now, considering his actual father is sitting in the second row, but if Bobby weren't officiating the ceremony he'd be sitting in the first, and that really says everything. 

Beaming, Bobby turns to Tommy and inclines his head. "Your turn, Tommy."

Anticipation sings in Buck's chest, and when Tommy meets his gaze, his eyes bright and clear like an autumn sky over the San Bernardino mountains, it lights the fuse on a whole new batch of fireworks under his skin. He inhales shakily and gives him what he hopes is an encouraging smile.

Tommy's expression evens out, but sweetness still lurks at the corner of his mouth.

"Evan."

Buck's eyes flutter a little. It's amazing to think he used to hate the sound of that name. When Tommy says it, it feels like sunlight.

"I spent most of my life afraid," Tommy begins. His voice is steady. "I grew up thinking I was made wrong, and I cut off pieces of myself to try and fit in where I thought I was supposed to belong. I tried finding peace in the sky, but all that emptiness did was remind me of how alone I was."

Heart pounding, Buck squeezes Tommy's hands so tightly he thinks they might meld together. 

"You know, I owe the 118 a lot. They helped me become a better teammate, a better friend… a better person. But there's no way I can ever repay them for how they changed me by bringing you into my life."

After all the time he spent thinking about Tommy simply writing his vows, it somehow never registered that he would actually have to say them out loud. In front of all their family and friends. That he'd be cracking open his chest and showing what's inside to the whole world as proof of his devotion. That he'd willingly do it for Buck simply because he loves him and wants to love him for the rest of their lives.

"Evan, from the moment I met you, you've shown me what it is to be brave. You've taught me how there's courage in loving with your whole heart and living your entire truth."

There is no way in hell he's going to be able to stand here and listen to this without gnawing on the deck railing or launching himself at Tommy to put his mouth on his bare skin. How do people do this without being charged with a misdemeanor?

"You found the pieces of me I thought were gone forever and put them back together differently. Better. You helped me make someone who isn't afraid of anything. I know we tease you about going The Full Buck, but because of you, because I know you're next to me ready to face anything that comes—" His voice breaks. "—I'm brave enough to go The Full Tommy."

Buck can barely see him through the tears that won't stop welling and falling, and if they were anywhere else, he'd wrap himself around Tommy like a snake and squeeze him until the storm passed, but because he's bound by dumb things like decorum and obscenity laws, Buck can only keep hold of his hands and try to transfer every ounce of love and comfort in his body to Tommy's by way of their tangled fingers. 

Then, suddenly, a shit-eating grin splits the gentle and earnest expression on Tommy's face, and he feels a bit like a bird right before it's sucked into a jet engine. Warning bells go off in the back of Buck's mind. 

"Evan," Tommy says, with the gravity of someone about to drop an atomic bomb, "you are the best ally I could've ever asked for."

The ugly, snotty laugh that punches its way out of Buck would earn him the respect of even the grubbiest of Jee-Yun's daycare friends, and he finally throws decorum out the window so he can step forward and bury his face in Tommy's shoulder. Between his tears and the spit he's horking from laughter, the suit fabric is definitely ruined.

"I love you so much," he wheezes. "I'd maim a thousand best friends for you."

He can't see Eddie's face, but he knows exactly what it's doing and it only makes him laugh harder. Tommy presses one of his high, incredulous laughs into Buck's hair, followed by a firm kiss to the crown of his head. 

"What do you say?" Tommy pulls back a little, but he looks so proud of himself. He looks proud. "Should we finish getting married or what?"

Buck sticks the tip of his tongue between his teeth teasingly. "Or what?" 

"Or I go home and order pizza," Chim pipes up from the front row to a smattering of laughter. On his left, Hen drops her face into her hands, but her shoulders are shaking. On his right, Maddie smacks him on the arm like she's mortified, but she's grinning too hard to really sell it. It looks like she's crying just as hard as Buck is. 

"All right, all right," Bobby says, ever the voice of calm and reason, but he's very clearly fighting laughter, too. "Why don't we finish this up?"

"You ever get tired of herding cats, Cap?" Eddie asks, a grin in his voice. 

"Never," Bobby says. He lifts his brows pointedly at Buck. "Are you ready?"

Buck turns back to Tommy, and in the curve of his smile he sees the same glowing possibility that he's seen in ten thousand different sunsets, and his entire body clenches with the exhilarating and terrifying feeling of something's coming for me and I can't miss it. 

Heart pounding, he grins and holds his hands out again. They're immediately enfolded into Tommy's, like there was never a question about where they should go. 

He glances up through the canopy to glimpse the pockmarks of blue between the trees, but there's nothing coming for him. When he looks back down and meets Tommy's gaze, that hungry anticipation settles into warm fullness. He can call off the search; it's finally here. 

Buck smiles wide enough to encompass the sky. "I've been ready, Cap. Let's do this."

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Prompt 12 - Jealous

@jegulus-microfic November 12, Word count 746

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James jumped out of his car before any of the others could even unbuckle their seatbelts and opened Regulus’s door for him. Regulus looked up at him a bit bewildered, but took his hand anyway and let James guide him out of the car. 

“How come you never do that for me?” Remus pouted as he walked around the car to where Sirius stood waiting.

“Because of what I let you do to me this morning,” Sirius quipped, raising his brow, daring Remus to keep going as he would definitely describe every moment in minute detail. He’d done it before and would feel no shame in recounting their exploits in front of his brother. Remus smartly kept his mouth shut, and they headed into the gallery silently. 

James was surprised how many people were milling around the exhibits and just how large the art show actually was. There were so many artists showcasing their work. 

“Where’s yours?” He asked Regulus as they followed the crowd to the first display. 

“Back right,” Regulus told him, pointing in the right direction. James started to walk that way, but Regulus tugged his hand to stop him. “No, we have to look at everybody’s. We can’t just go straight to mine,” Regulus muttered quickly. 

“Why not?” James questioned. “I want to see yours,” Regulus’s cheeks turned pink as he ducked his head. 

“I need a few minutes to prepare myself for going over there,” Regulus admitted, clearly nervous about how James would react.

“Let’s go look at some art then,” James said, kissing the back of Regulus’s hand and following after Sirius and Remus. “Thank you for telling me what you needed, love. You can always do that, and I’ll respect it every time,” He didn’t need to look down to know how deep the red was that coloured Regulus’s cheeks now, he could quite happily picture it in his head.

They caught up with Sirius and Remus, the former having a heated discussion with Remus in front of the artist about his piece. 

“I just don’t get it,” Sirius was saying. “I mean, it’s just a tennis ball,” Remus sighed. 

“It’s modern art; the tennis ball represents the way that commercialism has changed the way sports are viewed,”

“It represents a game of fetch,” Sirius retorted, much to the artist's ire. Remus hurriedly moved Sirius along to a painting of a park. “See, Remus, there’s a dog playing fetch with a tennis ball,” He said loudly as they took in the work. 

“I changed my mind,” Regulus said quietly into James’s ear. “I can not follow him around here, let's just go see my stuff,” James beamed down at him. 

“Lead the way, love,” 

Regulus led them all the way to the back of the hall and stopped in front of ‘Burk with a Nana’. “Wait!” James exclaimed. “They let you display it with that name?!” Regulus shrugged. 

“Art,” He said simply, as a means of explanation. “As long as it isn’t too sweary, they don’t mind.” 

James moved with Regulus, looking at each piece. Regulus seemed to lean towards painting, but there were charcoal sketches, clay sculptures and a cat made from intricately twisted gold-coloured wire. James was in awe of Regulus and was about to say so when he spotted him chatting with a tall, dirty-blonde-haired man. He felt suddenly quite jealous, an emotion he wasn’t used to feeling at the easy way they were conversing and the smile on Regulus’s face. He strode over there, putting a possessive arm around Regulus and waited to be introduced. 

“James, this is Evan. Our parents know each other. Evan, this is James, my, er, my…”

“Boyfriend,” James provided helpfully. To be fair to Regulus, they hadn’t discussed labels, but, by the pleased look on Regulus’s face, he quite liked this one. Evan’s eyebrows shot up his face in surprise. 

“Oh, wow,” He said. “Erm, wow, Regulus, that’s so good,” His face softened. “I’m so happy for you. I’m here with my boyfriend, actually. I think you know him. Oh, look, here he is now. Darling, look who it is,” A slim-built man in an expensive-looking suit strode over to their little group, his dark brown hair slicked back expertly, showing off the sparking diamond earring, glinting off the light as he neared them. James felt Regulus still at his side. 

“Barty,” Regulus breathed out when the man stopped before them, looking shocked at who Evan was talking to. 

“Reggie?” 

Next part

[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

@rosekillermicrofic, September 8th - Pet, T, Word Count - 453

Recently, from a mix of insomnia and something akin to separation anxiety, Barty and Evan have been going out nightly to walk around the castle, tire themselves out, then sneak back to the dorms. Luckily, they haven’t been caught yet, which is surprising considering they aren’t the quietest.

The soft grass squelches under their feet as they walk. It rained earlier that day and hadn’t completely dried from the earth yet. Barty was wearing one of Evan’s sweaters and was keeping close to the other boy, the cool fall air still reaching his bones through the clothing.

It’s quiet—nothing but the soft rustling of the trees and the singing of wildlife.

But then a branch snaps. And both Evan and Barty look at each other, down to their feet, then around them before spotting where the noise came from. “Is that a dog?” Barty whispers.

In front of the Whomping Willow, there is very clearly a black dog, jumping around and shaking the water from his hair. But what confuses the boys more is that there’s a rat that soon follows, clinging onto the dog's fur.

“Someone must have let their pets out...?” Evan responds, surveying the scene. What was supposed to be a statement came out as more of a question, because if they were pets, then why weren’t their owners out with them?

All theories go out the window when the next creature appears. 

“Is that fucking deer?”

“I’m so fucking lost right now. Wait, what are they—?” The dog, with the rat on its back, jumps up to sit on the deer in what appears to be a children’s book cartoonish stack. 

Both boys look at each other. Sure, they’ve seen some shit—it’s Hogwarts after all—but this was next level, and they didn’t know whether to be entertained by nature or question their reality. 

So they just stand there, filled with too many questions and not enough answers. The cold air continues to blow against their bodies, but both of them are too shellshocked to even notice the chill.

What does break them out of their trance is the fucking werewolf that appears from the tree.

“Shit,” Evan deadpans.

“We should run, right? Like, that would be logical?” Barty asks, still staring at the collection of animals across the grounds.

“I think so.”

Barty nods once more before both of them take off running in the direction they came from, as fast as they possibly can because there’s a werewolf that can probably, maybe, smell them right now!

As soon as they get back to their dorm, both boys are out of breath and reeling from their close encounter. And if they couldn’t sleep before, Merlin knows they can’t now.

[calliopesdiary]

10 Things I HATE About: You. (part two!)

summary: James is starting to get desperate when Lily continues to reject his attempts to date her, as she reveals she's not allowed to date until her completely opposite twin sister does. which seems highly unlikely, (thats why its such a good rule). so James comes up with a grand plan to get Sirius to date her, what could go wrong?

(literally just the story of 10tihay)

wc: 1,401

pairings: evans!slytherin!reader (jeezus thats a mouthful) x sirius black

tropes: grumpy x sunshine, because of a bet

contents: angst? (if that's what we call it) to comfort, happy ending, james doesn't think before he does something, mulciber is sexist (but what’s new)

Pt: 2-3

a/n; i’d like to apologize to those who have waited so long, my dyslexia has been getting worse and worse recently and writing was something i started dreading to do, but i’m back and better then ever! thanks for a patience 🫶

(part one)

WELL, SIRIUS WAS FUCKED. and not in the enjoyable way.

how could he do this to himself, how could he do this to James? he wasn't meant to actually like you.

your rejections shamefully bruised his bulletproof ego, crushing it to pieces like a glass heart.

but they meant the world to him, he loved your routinely reluctance and the way you always seemed to be running away from him.

it was a game he was more than willing to play.

as long as you never found out everything was a bet; he could keep you forever like he was in love the whole time.

selfish, really. but Sirius Black was a selfish man.

"how was your date with the dog, Sugar?" Barty teased excitedly, jumping off the bed to run over to you.

"lovely, actually."

"I KNEW I- wait, what?" He was completely prepared for you to say it was horrid.

"lovely, i said. please don't make me say it again."

"I'm so glad it was nice, dear." Dorcas cooed, wrapping her arms around you.

"have anything in common with your loverboy?" Barty sighed dejectedly, sitting you down on the bed.

"we both like Fleetwood Mac." you admitted sheepishly, twisting your hair like some immature school girl with a crush (which wasn't exactly far off).

"that's great!" Dorcas cheered softly, taking your hand.

"I'm falling for him." you blurted out, blushing once you even realized the thought had come out of your mouth.

"that explains it." Pandora pondered.

"explains what, lil' sis?" Evan asked confusedly.

"her aura," Pandora began, "it's oddly pinkish."

"n-no, it's not." you refused.

"the nargles don't lie, Y/N."

one early morning Quidditch practice— you were on the field stretching as you heard the speakers begin to stir.

“you’re just too good to be true~”

“can’t take my eyes off of you~”

everyone on Slytherin and the other teams looked around, as you saw Sirius with a microphone belting “Can’t Take My Eyes off You” by Franke Valli.

what. the. fuck.

obviously— Madame Hooch had his head for it.

but he must’ve thought it was worth it, just to see you laugh at his antics.

Sirius kept the bet going, though he'd rather cut the deal and just date you regularly. like normal people do.

you, on the other hand, were unaware of the bet and were wishing Sirius would leave you alone and stop asking you out.

because your personal feelings were growing way too strong, and you didn't need some man to swoop in and save you like some damsel-in-distress. You were perfectly capable of saving yourself, thank you very much.

your singleness proved that. But why was Sirius Black, of all people, so enticing?

you kept going out with Sirius for as long as you could, until the butterflies in your stomach stopped fluttering, and the spark that ignited in your heart whenever he looked at you fizzled out.

your plan is to stop your heart from aching every time you see Sirius Black. How do you plan to do that?

spend as much time with him as possible until your conversations become boring and predictable. That should do the trick!

news flash: trying to bore yourself out of a crush didn't work at all. In fact, it backfired and now you're even more attracted to Sirius Black than before. what are you going to do now?

you were sat in potions when Peter anxiously slid a piece of paper towards you, clearing his throat and motioning you to open it.

“s���from Sirius.” he whispered, cracking his knuckles as he turned back to his Cauldron.

confused, you opened the (rather large) piece of parchment and read down the words carefully.

“My Dearest Y/N L/N,

if you are able and would like to spare an inch of your time to grace me with your lovely presence by the lake at exactly 6’o clock this evening? i’d love to have you in my company for a small surprise (though you don’t like them— it’s small, promise.).

see you there, princess?

-S.O.B (xoxo)”

your eyes skimmed over the letter, as if to check if it was fake or some sort of sick joke.

but.. nothing was exploding or falling apart so… it should be safe.

besides, you were beginning to trust Sirius. he wasn’t the worst person ever.

that thought made you severely sick to your stomach, that the rotten little first year you knew had blossomed into such a beautiful thing.

and that night was amazing.

you guys danced, joked, laughed… kissed..

it was like a fairytale.

your dreams of your very own happily ever after were squashed when you were far too young by your older yet muggle sister, Petunia.

she said there is no such thing as runaway princesses, daring sword fights, fire breathing dragons, mystical fairies, etc.

and she particularly liked telling her and Lily that happily ever after never happened, that it was a myth.

but his lips felt like happily ever after.

his gaze felt like happily ever after.

he felt like happily ever after.

“so, are you thinking about going to the spring dance?” Sirius asked gingerly, knowing you weren’t keen on the topic.

“no, it’s a stupid tradition.”

“c’mon, nobody will expect you to be there!”

“why are you so keen on this? what’s in it for you?”

he ignored your question, looking down at his pitch black painted nails.

“you need therapy, you know that?” he quipped, looking back over to your aggravated look.

“you’re ignoring my question.”

“nothing! nothing is in it for me!” he finished his sentence off with a cautious kiss on your forehead, leaving you with a soft smile.

it killed him at he lied to you.

but that happily ever after was clearly— too short.

after lovely dates and nearly becoming official multiple times, everything had come crashing down onto you.

here; let me explain.

many people would say that Sirius deserved better than you, but you learned long ago to ignore the sting of people’s words on your skin.

Sirius seemed to make it all better though.

it was annual Hogwarts spring dance season, and you usually would refuse to go.

and you weren’t crazy about the idea of a bunch of sweaty, hormonal teenagers dancing for hours on end.

but maybe with Sirius it wouldn’t be bad.

you’d even went dress shopping with Dorcas, something you would’ve never ever done.

so the night of the dance, everything went to hell.

“hey! Peter!.. have you seen Sirius?” you yelled over the loud music, the bass pounding in your eardrums.

“Pads? umm, yeah i think he’s with James!”

“Thanks.” you thanked half-assedly.

You scoured the Great Hall, messing nervously with your hair as you spotted him chatting with James.

“Pads, come on. You know i love you but you need to get a move on with this bet if you want the rewards.” James placed a strong hand on his friends smaller shoulder, not noticing you were there.

“I know, Prongs, I’ll probably just— ghost her after tonight or something, i guess.” again he felt bad lying to James, since he’d never ever dream of ghosting you ever.

but this time one of his lies caught up with him.

“nothing in it for you, huh?” His head perked up as he saw you standing infront of him, you took a disappointed glance at James and ran out of the ballroom. he followed close behind.

"would you give me a chance?" He tried to reason, following you up the staircases.

"You were paid to take me out! by the one person i truly hate. I knew this was a set up!" You yelled heart brokenly, stopping a few steps above him.

"Y/n, it wasn't like that, okay?"

"Really? what was it like? A down payment now and then a bonus for sleeping with me?"

"No, I didn't care about the money, okay? I cared... I cared about you."

You turned to face him with a countenance of both sadness and anger.

"You are so not who I thought you were." You muttered sadly.

In desperation, Sirius grabbed you and attempted to solve the issue by pressing his lips against yours, trying to recapture any spark.

but much to his chagrin, you jerked away from him. giving him a disgusted look as you fled back up the staircase towards your dorm room.

Nice one, Pads.

part three coming soon!

taglist <3:

@m1nank0 @hisparentsgallerryy @universallybilzzardlove @m4r4udersmyluvs @heyyrose @thescarletredwitch @0strawberrysorbet0 @bubbles2416

[storiesforallfandoms]

Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐ this is music ~ eddie munson` ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐ the bad room ~ homelander ⭐

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

PEAKY BLINDERS moved on ~ thomas shelby

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐

THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia

DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐

BRIDGERTON by the lake ~ benedict bridgerton

THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`

THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐

1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐

THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf

8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

THE FALL GUY the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder

A QUIET PLACE i’d find you in any life ~ eric ⭐

GLADIATOR II betrothed ~ emperor geta ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`

MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`

EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`

CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐

SWAGGERSOULS our next step`

JSCHLATT too far ⭐ the hotel room* ⭐

JOHNNY DEPP just for us`

TRAVIS BARKER the parent trap`

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Favorite Buddie fics of 2023!

Every single year at @epicstuckyficrecs I used to do a fic rec at the end of the year with my favorite fics. I figured I should keep the tradition going! So, without further ado, these are my favorite Buddie fics (in no particular order) published in 2023! (you can also check out some other favorite Buddie fics of mine here)

If you have any favorites that aren't in this list, don't hesitate to share them in the comments! :)

Complete

find a way to you (if it kills me) by foxwatson/ @eddiediazes (Post S6E13: Mixed Feelings, Pining | 19K | Mature): the one where eddie decides to start dating again, buck figures out his own feelings just a minute too late, and then he spends a week going through the five stages of grief

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-Coma AU | 54K | Explicit): or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

Being Eddie by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Time Travel, Post-Season 6, Getting together | 80K | Teen): When Eddie starts seeing a new therapist, he’s presented with the opportunity to revisit several days from his past and right regrets that still bother him. OR: Eddie goes through the time travel therapy process of the 2009 Canadian TV show Being Erica.

Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Coma AU, Multiverse | 58K | Teen): After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime.

like a dog with a bird at your door by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S6, Getting Together | 51K | Explicit): or, evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home

Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S6 | 62K | Mature): The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

where all of the people dancing and clapping would greet me with such warmth by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (Season 6, Magical Realism | 15K | Mature): In the fall, Buck begins to disappear. (Part 2 of All I Am, All That I Am)

Nothing Left But You by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars ("Blip" AU | 27K | Teen | Warning: MCD): In May of 2021, 25% of Earth's population suddenly disappears. Including Eddie. In May of 2026, they all come back. Eddie finds himself suddenly in the middle of a world he doesn't recognize, where the people he loves most have changed significantly.

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Canon Divergent - Supernatural Elements, Ghost Buck | 67K | Explicit): When Eddie's son claims he has an imaginary friend, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Christopher is seven, it's what kids do. But then weird things start happening around the house, and Eddie starts dreaming about a handsome blue-eyed man. Turns out, Christopher's friend isn't so imaginary. Their house is haunted.

come with me, together, we can take the long way home series by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Canon compliant | 105K | T to M):

Get me through the night; Make me feel alright (Post-S3 Finale | 11K | Mature): After an emotionally-gutting reunion with Abby, Buck turns to old coping mechanisms. Eddie helps him find a better way. In Uncertain Times, The Uncertain Rules Apply (Pre-S4 | 22K | Teen): Covid comes to LA. Eddie copes. Or doesn't. Holding out for Something More (Stuck in Reverse) (Post S4E3/Lone Star Crossover | 26K | Teen): LA is coming out of lockdown and the world is returning to some sense of normalcy. But going back to the way things were hurts more than Buck expected. While his therapist challenges him to confront what he really wants, the team takes a trip to Austin... and El Paso. so far from being free (S4E4: 9-1-1 What's Your Grievance?, S4E5: Buck Begins | 46K | Teen): That’s Daniel. He was our brother. Buck doesn’t know what to do with the past tense. He never had a brother. He’s always had a brother. He gained one and lost one in the same breath and it feels impossible.

Kink Club AU series by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, BDSM, Dom Eddie, Sub Buck | Complete | Explicit): Canon compliant one shots where Eddie works at a Kink Club as a side hustle and meets Buck there before his first shift in 2x01.

The Warmth (of You) (25K): aka where Buck and Eddie first meet at a kink club before the firehouse To Weather the Storm (With You) (21K): aka the fallout of Buck finding out the dom he met at a Kink Club is his new coworker Safe Here (With You) (20K): aka Buck and Eddie handle working a shift after their first scene The Building Pressure (of You) (15K): aka Buck reaches out to Eddie after he leaves Abby's place in 2x07 An Offer to Torment (You) (14K): aka Eddie is all twisted up inside about what to do with Shannon. Buck offers himself up for some much needed holiday stress relief.

like when the sun came out by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Canon Divergent, Ghosts | 39K | Mature): Evan gave up trying to explain what happens to him after his parents forced him to have a talk with one of their friends, supposedly a pediatric therapist, and cruelly hinted that if Evan didn’t stop seeing and talking about his “invisible friends” as if they were real then his parents would send him far away to places where they lock children up in padded rooms. “Look,” Evan says quickly, forcing out the words before he gets too scared to speak,” I—I know this is going to sound crazy, but, um, ever since I was a kid I can see ghosts.”

tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S6, Time Loop | 43K | Mature): eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia

All My Shattered Oaths by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Vampires AU | 107K | Explicit): Eddie wants to stay away from his family’s legacy and give his son a normal life. Buck’s desperate to find a way to get over the love he lost. Fate has other plans for both of them.

Don't They Know It's the End of the World? by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Fallout 4 AU, Post-Apocalyptic | 32K | Mature | Warning: Violence): After being put in a cryogenic sleep for over a hundred years to wait out an apocalyptic event, Eddie Diaz wakes up, too early, to find his son has been stolen from his cryo-chamber. Scared and alone in a frightening world he doesn't recognize, Eddie is willing to do anything to get his kid back.

but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post-S6, Time Loop | 28K Mature): He puts his laptop away after a bit, and paces the length of his apartment as he tries to take stock of the situation at hand. One: The date is March 22nd, 2024. Two: It has been March 22nd for 3 days now. Three: Buck is trapped in some kind of time loop that is forcing him to relive this day. Four: Eddie is, apparently, in love with him. And. And. Five: Buck doesn’t feel the same way.

WIP

And here are my favorite WIP that I really hope will continue to be updated in 2024! 🤞

for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 11/? | 96K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 104/? | 283K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 10/? | 25K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 89K | 20/? | Explicit | Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 7/? | 12K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

[thefallennightmare]

Forgotten-Part Two

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, maybe some fluff

Summary: Have things worked out for Reader and Chris or is their relationship too far gone to try to save?

Author's Note: Here is the very long-awaited part two of Forgotten one shot. Hopefully you all like it!

Snow fell softly but swiftly against the hard ground below as my eyes took in the sight in front of me. Winter in Boston had come on suddenly but I didn’t mind it; never did.  I did find myself minding, however, the news of a bad blizzard just mere hours away. 

Chris was supposed to be flying in two days but with the incoming snow, I knew that those plans were bound to change. With the jump in my heart, I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that he might not make it home in time. 

The fire cracking and popping in the fireplace of the large living room had added a small comfort to my worried thoughts. My mind had been racing all day, every day for the last few days in preparation for his arrival back home. We hadn’t spoken much the past few weeks and truthfully, I was thankful. 

I was still upset at the fact that the weekend I tried to surprise him had ended so sour that I was thankful for the time to think things over. While I loved Chris with every inch of my heart, there came a point in the relationship where you got tired of trying to keep things alive and I was close to that point. 

With the last text I received from Chris the other morning made that decision a tad bit easier. 

I know things are hard right now but please remember that I love you. I want things to work out but you have to understand this is my career. I’m not ready to give it up just yet. 

With my text in response, he had gone silent since. 

But yet you’re on the verge of giving me up without even realizing it. 

A quiet whine brought my attention back and with a soft sigh, I nodded towards the dog that had his head perched on my lap. I gave a quick glance at the clock and couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Right on time, Dodge. We need to make this walk a fast one, I think the blizzard is coming faster than they said.”

Dodger was immediately at the door waiting for me while I did my best to bundle up for his post dinner walk. 

“Mother fucker,” I cursed while shedding my winter jackeet, the snow falling to my feet. “I swear you bring me out into the cold to torture me for dad not being here.” 

Dodger took his previous spot in front of the fireplace, his soft snores filling the room once again. 

“He’s a stickler for that post dinner walk. Can’t ever miss it.” 

A hand clutched to my chest as I spun on my heels catching sight of the tall figure leaning against the doorway into the kitchen. His beard had grown a bit in the last few weeks and the bags under his eyes were heavier than the last time I saw him. But the slight smile pulling at his lips warmed my cold skin. 

“Chris, hi. I thought you weren't coming home for a few days.” 

I stumbled over my words with nerves. 

Chris nodded while he bent down to give Dodger some much needed love. “I was but with the upcoming blizzard I was able to fly back early. Plus we wrapped up shooting yesterday.” 

It was my turn to nod. 

“Do you want me to make you something to eat or-?” 

He declined. “I grabbed something to eat on the way home.” 

Silence fell between us, engulfed in an awkward cloud, and I shifted on my feet. There was still some kind of tension between us but neither of us took the first step to talk it through. 

My lips parted, ready to swallow my pride and be the first one to talk about things but when I noticed the weight on his shoulders, I decided against it. 

“I’ll let you get some sleep,” I nodded  towards our room at the end of the hall.  

Chris raised a brow towards me. “Are you not coming?” 

“I’m not tired,” I lied with shifted feet. “I’ll come to bed soon.” 

To be honest, I wasn't sure if he even wanted me in the same bed as him. 

A deep sigh rumbled in his chest before he placed his hands on his hips; a stance I knew all too well. 

“I’m not avoiding anything so don’t even say it,” I warned while walking past him towards our bedroom. 

Anger was beginning to radiate off of me that I hadn’t noticed the way he slowly reached for my hand but I was out of his reach in an instant. 

Chris’ long strides followed behind me. “You do this every time you know?” 

I turned swiftly on my heels and arms crossed over my chest “Excuse me?” 

No matter how quickly he followed behind, there was still a decent amount of space between us. 

“Every time we disagree or have an argument, you’re always the first one to either ignore it or move on. You don’t want to work through things.” 

The scoff that fell from my lips echoed throughout the room. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Do you remember that weekend? You basically ignored me the whole time I was there.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you that I was-.” 

“Working,” I finished the sentence for him. 

It was always the same argument between us and no matter how many times we would try to talk about it, nothing would come of it. I wanted him to put more effort and time into our relationship but he wouldn’t, no couldn't, stop filming. Not yet. 

I couldn’t hold it against him, however. This was what he loved to do and he was damn good at it. But he would always say he wanted to settle down to start a family soon. Yet here I was, standing in front of him, ready to give him everything he wanted. 

The empty space on my ring finger made me remember that he was in fact not ready for any of that. 

We had been together for years and only wanted each other but Chris couldn’t take that next step which always made me wonder if I truly was the one he wanted. 

“I don’t know what else you want from me, Y/N.” Chris stated, exhausted. 

“All I want is for you to give me the time of day!” I exploded. “When was the last time you texted me good morning when you were away?” 

Hands stuffed deep into his pockets, Chris remained silent. 

“I want you to care about me. You can be in denial all you want but we haven't been the same in a long time. We haven't actually shared a kiss that wasn't a goodbye one in so long. You haven’t even touched me in months, I’m starting to wonder if you even want me like that anymore.” 

Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes. 

“Y/N,-” Chris started. 

“I thought this time apart was going to be good for us but I’m starting to wonder if I should have-,” my voice trailed off. 

“Should have what?” Chris asked with a shaky voice. 

His face was etched with worry. 

My bottom lip trembled and I took a deep breath, trying to gain the courage to say the next words. I wasn’t sure how Chris would react. 

“When I came back from that weekend, I had all of my things packed, ready to move out,” I admitted with a shaky breath. 

He shook his head, dumbfounded. “What?” 

“I was two steps away from walking out the front door but do you want to know what stopped me?” 

“Dodger?” 

A small smirk pulled at the corner of my lips, even in the middle of our fight, Chris knew that at the mere mention of our pup, it would ease whatever tension was between us. 

“Well yes but he wasn't the only thing. I remember turning back to look one last time around the house, the memories we created together, and knew that I couldn’t let you go, not without one last fight for you.” 

Chris shrugged his shoulders, the words I spoke not meaning anything to him. “You were still willing to give up.” 

I scoffed. “Can you fucking blame me? It feels like I’m the only one fighting for us.” 

He started to pace around the room. “I’m so tired of this. Can we sleep on it and maybe continue it tomorrow?”

Without another word, I walked into our shared closet and lugged out my suitcases. Chris watched with parted lips as I started tossing in my clothes and things. 

“Wha-what are you doing?” 

I ignored him and continued on. It was at the point of when I finished, zipping up the suitcases, and was dressing myself ready to leave, that it finally woke Chris up. 

“You’re not leaving,” he informed me while taking the bags out of my hands and placing them back into the closet. 

Anger filled me that he was stopping me. “Chris, stop. You can’t keep me from leaving.” 

“The hell I can’t,” he said. 

I went to side step him, wanting to at least leave for the night because I knew that we weren’t going to solve anything, but he gripped my wrist stopping me. 

“You’re willing to give everything up because I’m too tired to talk?” 

I wretched my arm away from him. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, Chris. You accuse me of turning my back on a fight, willing to ignore it, but yet you were the one that wanted to stop tonight. Do you want me to stay because you love me or because you don’t want to have to deal with starting over with someone else?

He pinched his eyes closed but remained silent. 

“Do you even love me anymore?” I choked out a sob. 

Chris’ shoulders fell, hearing how broken I sounded. 

“Of course I do, Y/N,” he reached for my hand, wanting to link our fingers together. 

“Then why won’t you marry me?” 

My sobs now echoed through our room, the question that I had been dreadding to ask finally falling from my lips. 

He retreated his hand while stumbling over his answer. 

“Please don’t lie, I need to know if this relationship is even going anywhere. We’ve been together for years and everytime I try to bring up the mention of marriage, you blow me off.” 

“Y/N, please. It’s not as serious as you think,” Chris sat on the edge of the bed. 

I stood in front of him, hands on my hips. “Isn’t it? You tell everyone who will listen that you want to settle down and start a family but when I tell you that I’m ready to, you tell me one day or ignore me completely.” 

“It’s my career-.” Chris began. 

“Don’t you fucking say because of your career,” I interupted with a sharp finger pointed towards him. “It’s always the same god damn excuse with you, Chris!” 

My voice boomed off of the walls.

“Just tell me that you don’t want to marry me and I’ll leave your life for good!” 

“It’s because I’m scared!” Chris’ own voice boomed around us while he stood from the bed. 

My body slightly flinched, not in fear, but in shock of never hearing Chris raise his voice before. We had our fights, yes, but not once did he raise his voice towards me. 

He noticed the way I stepped back, lips parted in shock, and slowly reached for me with an apology falling from his own lips. 

“Scared?” I asked. “Of what?” 

For the first time that night, I allowed him to link our fingers together, him bringing them to his lips and ghosting kisses over my knuckles. The first mere action of affection from him was enough to mend my hurting heart. 

“I’m scared of not being the husband you deserve. You deserve someone that you can count on, that will be there when you need them,” Chris began confessing. 

I cupped his cheek and he leaned into my warm touch. “I know I’ve been gone a lot for work the past year and it hasn’t been easy on you or our relationship but I’m finally doing something outside of Marvel.” 

My heart sank, suddenly feeling guilty. I knew that deep down Chris had been dealing with trying to move out of his phased Marvel status, wanting to show his old and new fans that he can be something other than a superhero. 

I told him everytime that they love him for whatever role he decides to take on, he doesn't have to prove anything to anyone. 

“I’m not saying quit acting, Chris. All I want is for you to take some time out for us. Show me some kind of effort.” 

He nodded, lips pressing into my palm.  “I’m trying.” 

I nodded now. “I know you are. And we don’t have to get married right this second but it would be nice to maybe talk about it so I know if you want a future with me or not.” 

“I do, I promise you I do.” 

Chris wrapped his arms around me, bringing me into his chest. I felt his lips pressed into the top of my head, him breathing in my scent. 

I grasped his hips, craving more of this new affection he was giving me. I couldn’t remember the last time we had been in this position. Our bodies began to sway together, the same soft tune playing in both of our minds. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a distant asshole,” Chris apologized. 

I pulled away from his chest and looked up towards him, giving a slight shrug. “I’ve been kind of a bitch to you too. We both could have gone about things better.” 

“Forgive me?” Chris wondered, lips pouted. 

I stood on my toes to bring our lips together in a soft but firm kiss, one that caused him to let out a quiet moan into my mouth. Our lips mended together in a much needed heat, our hands grasping at each other's skin underneath our clothes. My fingers worked through Chris' hair, while he snaked underneath my ass, lifting me into his arms with ease. 

“Always,” I mumbled into his lips before feeling my body being gently laid onto our bed. 

[pennamenotfound]

'Family On Six'

Little ficlet I wrote in the middle of the newest MisMag episode when I was Going Through It. Spoilers under the cut.

Jammer, Sam, and K need to convince Evan to come back.

“Hey, man, what do you think ‘family on six’ means?” Jammer demanded. “You keep saying you’re bad to be around, or whatever, but you’re family, dog. Do you think you’re making things better by keeping me from having you around? You’re fucking family, dog. ‘Family on six’ means you’re part of the fucking team, man. We’re the motherfucking Pilot Program, and it’s Goat House forever and fucking Pilot Program forever, man! And that means we need you, dog. So shut the fuck up with all that fucking bullshit and come back to us! Fuck, I thought we figured this shit out already when you decided you were going to keep your magic back at Gowpenny, man. I thought you got it then. That we loved you and it didn’t matter what happened, what blood snakes come out of your leg or however many demons are in you or whatever, because we handled the blood snake and we handled the demons, and—and can’t you just be part of the team, Evan? Why can’t you get that ‘family on six’ includes you and it always has and it always will and there’s no other way that ‘family on six’ goes? We can’t do ‘family on six’ without you, dog. Come on.” Jammer shook his head. “You’re fucking family.”

“I think…” Evan’s voice was shaky but matter-of-fact. “I think I’ve never really understood family, because I never really got to have one.”

“Bullshit, man!” Jammer snapped. “That’s bullshit! You had us. You have us.”

“I think Jammer means that we want to teach you,” Sam cut in tremulously. “We want to teach you to be part of a family. All that matters is love. All that matters is we love each other, and then everybody gets to stay and be together and be family. And it doesn’t matter what—what use you are. The use is just—just being there and being family. Being together and—and happy, and just—just being. That’s what family is. That’s what we want from you. To just… be Evan so we get to be around our favorite Evan.” Sam’s lip trembled. “P-please come back, Evan. I—I don’t want you to be gone. I—I need you, please.”

“I know I fucked up,” K said. “I—I was trying to fix something that—that was too big for me to fix alone, and that—that didn’t really even need fixing, anyway, and—and you don’t need to be fixed, Evan. You’re—you’re all good. You don’t—I always tried to fix you. Like you were a bundle of tropes and character traits, but you’re Evan. You’re just Evan. And I really like just Evan. I’m sorry.” Tears were running down K’s cheeks. “I’m really sorry. But please come back and be just Evan like you always were because I miss you. And I miss us. Jammer’s right. We’re not us without you. But—but it’s not just that you coming back would make our lives better. I—you deserve to just exist anyway. Even if it made nothing better. ‘Cause you’re—you’re just good, Evan. And you existing even with nothing else around is just good. Please come back.”

Evan looked away. “You always have to save me.”

“You’ve saved us before,” Sam said. “And even if it was always us saving you and never the other way around we’d still want to do it because we’d rather have you than—I guess the—the time we’d’ve saved? The energy?”

“Easy trade, dog,” Jammer agreed. “We’d always choose you.”

“That’s what family does,” K said. “Choose each other.”

“What if it was your lives?” Evan asked. “I could never ask you to give your lives for me. I—I wouldn’t want you to.”

“Because you love us! And we’d want to give our lives because we love you!” Jammer shouted. “That’s why it’s ‘family on six,’ dog! That’s why we say it! Because we’re fighting for family! Do—do you think we’re playing over here? Do you think we’re straight-up lying to you, dog?”

Evan swallowed. “No.”

“Then what? Do you think you know better than us what’s good for us? We’re saying you’re good for us! We need you on the team, so come be on the team!” 

“I’m really sorry, Evan,” Sam said suddenly.

Evan’s head snapped around to stare at her. “You don’t have to be sorry, Sam,” he said.

“But I do, though. I—I think we left you behind. I think—I think we all had something to go towards and you didn’t and we didn’t think to take you with us. Jammer went to do college and K went to do their Itsy Bitsy Spider stuff and I went to do Britain’s Got Magic and you… stayed. You worked at Gowpenny until magic broke and then you were working with Dr. B to fix magic, and… I should’ve done more for you. I should’ve invited you to come live with me and be on the show, or—or maybe you wouldn’t’ve liked being on the show, but you could’ve been part of the crew. I should’ve asked you to come be part of it. I—I shouldn’t’ve left you alone, Evan, and I’m sorry.” Sam was crying now. “I think because you were alone so long and then you had us and then you were alone again you think ‘us’ is temporary but it’s not, Evan. Us is forever because family’s forever and you’re family.”

“It’ll be different. I promise,” K told Evan. “I promise. I won’t try to fix you or change you or anything ever again. I just want you back.”

“What if it’s all bad?” Evan choked out.

“It’s pretty bad now,” Sam said. “I mean… you’re dead. I think we’d all rather things were bad with you than bad without you. One bad is better than two bads.”

And Evan embraced Sam, and he was there, arm and all, and Jammer hugged them both, and after only a moment’s hesitation, K joined the group hug too.

“I love you guys,” Evan said, his voice muffled and watery.

“We love you too,” Jammer replied.

“Love you too,” K echoed.

Sam squeezed Evan even tighter. “Of course we love you.”

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 18 – prompt 18: Dogsbane Potion – word count 610

Dogsbane Potion - The effects of this potion are unknown, but it is possibly poisonous to dogs

James was really close to fall asleep the instant the people around him in the Common Room stopped talking for a second, and that never happened to him.

Valentine’s day had been fine. It was the first one Sirius and Remus spent as a couple, so he had removed himself from the dorm that night and had slept on that same couch he was collapsed in now while Peter had stayed with his girlfriend (the perks of dating the Head Girl who had her own personal bedroom).

On the 15th he had gone back to the dorm to drop off some books only to almost trip on the clothes strewn on the floor and had walked out immediately.

On the 16th he had been woken up by the noises coming from Sirius’s bed and had had to cast a Muffliato because apparently his friends were too engrossed in their activities to think about it.

On the 17th he had come back from Quidditch practice and had made a beeline for the bathroom only to make a beeline back out of the dorm as soon as he had caught a glimpse of what was happening in the shower.

On the 18th he had decided to go to the library to catch up on some homework and maybe even some sleep if he could find a quiet corner (the nocturnal activities had gone on and every time he had had to cast the Muffliato himself, while Peter had basically moved most of his stuff to the Head Girl’s dorm), but said quiet corner was already occupied by a red-faced Remus and a Sirius who was apparently looking for something under the table.

On the 19th he had just found the door to the dorm locked, and it had been a testament to his exhaustion the fact he had vaguely wondered if the Dogsbane Potion Slughorn had mentioned in class that morning could somehow make either Sirius or Remus less horny.

Now, on the evening of the 20th, he was taking a break from yawning to glare at Peter who had taken one look at Sirius on Remus’s lap on the other couch and had said he would be sleeping in the Head Girl’s room that night as well. His head hurt from the lack of sleep, but he’d be damned if he said anything. Remus and Sirius had taken literal years to get together and then be open about it, they deserved their fun like any other couple.

“Okay you two, either you stop or I’ll stop you myself.”

James blinked and looked up. Lily was standing with her arms crossed in the middle of the carpet, all but glaring at Sirius and Remus.

“Stop what, Evans?” Sirius asked innocently.

“Don’t play with me, Black,” Lily pointed at James. “Look at the poor man, he’s barely had a couple of hours of sleep since Valentine’s because you two can’t keep your hands off each other!”

Remus was now beet red and even Sirius looked embarrassed.

“It’s his dorm too, Merlin’s pants, let him sleep!”

They all knew Lily only used ‘Merlin’s pants’ when she actually wanted to use way filthier language.

“Sorry, Prongs,” Remus said.

“Yeah, sorry,” Sirius added. “We might have gotten a bit… carried away.”

“It’s okay,” James nodded.

Lily rolled her eyes.

“James, go to bed,” she said. “As for you two, you better start using the Room of Requirement like the rest of us!”

“It’s fine, really,” James yawned.

“Bed. Now,” Lily glared at him.

“I’m going to marry you one day to thank you, Evans,” James yawned again as he got up and made for the stairs.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

Evan and regulus lying side by side on the bed with barty taking turns going down on each of them, sucking Evan off slow and good and eating regulus out till his thighs are shaking and evan and regulus can’t keep their hands off of each other

oooohhhh hell yeah nonny and actually dont ask me why but my mind immediately went to like verbal humiliation/degradation sorta vibe where

hold on (NSFW)

Evan pulls Barty off by the hair, grip harsh and Barty whines openly, mouth dripping with spit and cum. Both his and Regulus’.

The air of their bedroom is harsh and cool against Evan’s slick and exposed erection but Regulus had started to hump his hand helplessly so Evan guides Barty’s face back down and buries it between Regulus’ legs.

The moan from Regulus is immediate, his back bowing, and Evan wastes no time mouthing along his exposed throat where his head is thrown back, usually neat curls mussed by the pillow. He takes himself back in hand, stroking slowly, just enough to keep the stimulation up but not enough to get himself somewhere close to the edge.

“Fuck,” Regulus explaims and Barty groans hungily in response, chasing after where Regulus’ hips are jerking away from the intense onslaught of stimulation.

Evan hums, kissing his way down along Regulus’ clavicles, his chest, as he watched Barty try to dig deeper into Regulus’ wet and puffy cunt. When his eyes snap up and meet Evan’s, he moans pitifully, hips rutting down into the mattress.

“Look at how desperate you are for it,” Evan comments between kisses to Regulus’ skin, “Gagging for it, panting like a fucking dog—some dirty mutt.”

Barty’s brows furrow, eyes squeezing shut, and he makes another needy groan against Regulus’ slick folds. The wet noises are obscene.

Evan drives his fingers through Barty’s sweaty hair again and tugs him back off, detaching his mouth from Regulus with a wet smacking noise and a whine from both of them.

“Aren’t we generous to let you get us off, huh?”

A vehement hum, frantic nodding, and Barty strains to lower his face back down. Hissing in pain when Evan keeps him suspended, grip iron.

“Words, stupid.” Next to Evan, Regulus lazily props up on his elbows, watching the spectacle with a glimmer in his eyes.

“Yes,” Barty rasps, throat raw from having Evan’s cock down there again and again for the past half hour. His jaw must be aching. “Yeah, you are.”

Evan hums and the corners of Regulus lips lift devilishly, “What do we say then?”

Barty blinks stupidly for a second, then his eyes clear a bit and a feral grin spreads across his face where he’s still glistening wet with the both of them. “I dunno, what do we say?”

Before Evan has time to reply Regulus’ moves, arm snapping out and palm slapping Barty right across his cheek, sending his head flying and the cocky smirk right with it.

When he turns back his face is flushed but Evan thinks it must be equal parts aroused blush and Regulus’ lovely hand print.

“Manners,” Regulus admonishes in his high and mighty and poised tone, like he didn’t just hit Barty right across his face.

A sound rips from deep within Barty’s throat and then his tongue is lolling out, eyes glazed again, and he whimpers, “Thank you.”

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Eddie can’t breathe.

He feels like he used to before he’d have a big, catastrophic panic attack. Like the world is spinning too fast around him and he’s about to overheat to a critical boiling point. 

“What does this mean, Eddie?” Maddie demands. “What is my brother doing?”

Eddie can’t move.

How does he know? How did he figure it out? Eddie was careful. He was so careful.

“Eddie?”

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Buck nods. “Okay. Right.”

Eddie smiles encouragingly, glad Buck can at least be plied with logic. If he won’t listen to Eddie, at least he’ll listen to Hen.

“So we just need to find somewhere that can accommodate the people first,” Bobby says. “And we have a solution for the food if all else fails.”

“We need to find it in three days,” Buck says. “Two, really.”

“Well, then let’s stop panicking and figure it out,” Hen instructs.

Buck nods compliantly. 

What the hell?

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They did…

Maddie twists to face Chris, wincing at the pain in her ribs. 

“Chris,” she says. “I totally get why you’re mad and upset. When my brother was your age, he got bit by a really big, scary dog and felt the exact same way you did.”

“A dog?” Chris sniffs. 

“Yep! It was like a husky crossed with something, and it was sort of crazy. Our neighbors bought it from a farm,” Maddie continues. “It was always barking. My dad hated it.”

Eddie would hate it, too. Though, he is a little confused where this is going. 

“The dog bit Evan,” Maddie continues. “It hopped the fence when we were walking to school. He was so mad, just like you are right now.”

“That’s scary,” Chris says. 

“It was,” Maddie agrees. “But you know what I told Evan?”

“What?” Chris asks. 

“I told him I felt bad for the dog,” Maddie explains. “Because it didn’t have anyone properly taking care of it and making it feel safe. Just like those lions. They used to live on a preserve where people made sure they were fed and healthy. Now their protectors are gone.”

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Buck takes a deep breath. He can do that. He thinks he can keep doing that. 

“Thank you, Bobby,” he says. “I really appreciate it. Uh, appreciate you, I mean.”

Bobby smiles at him. Kind and warm and full of understanding. 

“Anytime.”

v.

Chris comes home mid-summer. 

Eddie feels like a dislocated limb that’s been reset. His son is home. Things are right again. He wonders now, if the years of his twenties spent bouncing around, listless, were a result of that estrangement. Like despite his obliviousness, a part of him still knew and lacked and needed his child. It hurts his brain and his chest just to think about it. 

Chris seems happy to be home, too. Like Buck said, he never thought he was being abandoned or passed on. He missed them, and he wanted to be back, and some days he complained and gave Karen grief, but overall, he trusted they’d bring him home as soon as they could. 

Chim stays longer than Hen. Eddie is a little unsure of why. Yes, he doesn’t have little kids to get home to. But he talks all the time about how much he misses Maddie. Eddie isn’t sure why he doesn’t just go home when Hen does. At any rate, it takes him nearly a month after Hen leaves to finally feel safe enough to head back and be with his very pregnant girlfriend.

As summer comes to an end, wildfires break out across the country. Namely, Texas.

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“I think I'd prefer doing anything with you than competing in classes.”

“Really?” May asks, voice a little breathy. An effect she didn’t intend for. “Because you’re pretty good at that.”

“What can I say?” April shrugs. “I was inspired.

May feels a sort of anticipation she’s never experienced before. Like something is going to happen and she doesn’t quite know what, but regardless, she’s desperate for it. Like the moment at the end of a drumroll, right before the big reveal. There’s a delicious sort of tension. One she can’t say she’s experienced before. With Darius, with every other guy she’s ever been out with, it felt like following a script. Everything felt like choreographed steps. This isn't that. This is like a story that she can’t put down. 

Maybe she’s just tipsy. Maybe she’s overreacting. Maybe Buck and Hen got her overexcited. Maybe she shouldn’t read into this at all.

Or maybe it’s a pretty big sign. 

Maybe May should let this anticipation guide her, just for right now, and see what happens. 

“I, uh…” May struggles to know what to say. She steps closer to April. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking these past few days.”

April nods, eyes sweeping over May’s face. She’s about two inches shorter than May, but stands with a sort of confidence that makes her seem tall.

“Maybe you should think a little bit less,” she whispers. Her eyes land on May’s lips.

Oh.

Well, sure. Okay. 

May’s brain can shut up for a second.

April closes the remaining distance between them, stands on her toes a little, and tilts her head up to kiss May. May thinks she knows what to expect, but she’s wrong. She thinks, lips are lips. It’s not true.

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Buck wakes up at eight in the morning, right on the dot. It’s a small thing to notice, but he does. There’s a digital clock on the nightstand beside the big, king-sized hotel room bed, and the time is staring him in the face when he opens his eyes. Bold, square red letters. 8:00. 

Is it a little sad to say he congratulates himself on sleeping in?

As a teenager, and early in his twenties, Buck would have no problem letting the morning breeze by in a hazy sleep. He’d struggled, joining the SEALS, with the early wake up calls. Hated it. Hated waking up for something he didn’t like. Firefighting had sharpened him. Instead of being forced to wake up for something he was ill suited for, he chose to rise early for something he loved. And so his body retrained itself. He found it hard to make it to seven most days now. Even harder to stay lazy in bed once he was awake. 

Today, though? Today Buck has a reason to linger. 

He rolls over in bed, away from the bright red digital clock face, to where Eddie is still sleeping, arm slung over Buck’s waist. Facing him, Buck presses a kiss to his forehead. Eddie’s eyes flutter open. Two pools of sun-melted gold. 

“Good morning,” Buck whispers.

Eddie smiles. “Good morning, handsome.”

Buck feels his cheeks warm a little. That never gets old. How does that never get old? It’s like he’s hearing it for the very first time. 

“How did you sleep?” Buck asks. 

He’s keeping his voice low. They got adjoining hotel rooms for this mini-vacation they took up to Morro Bay. Christopher is still asleep on the other side of the connecting doors. 

Eddie blinks, like the question throws him for a loop. Then, his expression rights itself. 

“Good,” he answers. “Good. I always sleep well beside you. You know that.”

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He feels like the trust Eddie has put in him, in less than two years of knowing each other, has changed him. Fundamentally, it has changed him. 

“You don’t need to say anything. Just know that I trust you, and I know you handled today as best you could.” 

Buck exhales a bit shakily. 

“This whole time I haven’t missed you as much as I do right now,” Buck says. “I really wish you were here.”

“Me too.”  Eddie says gently. 

“Thank you.”

“For what?” 

“For everything, Eddie.”

“You’re the one doing everything for me. And my kid. Who, once again, almost murdered your dog.”

“Okay, well I don’t think she was going to die. I think I was just panicking.”

“Still.” 

Buck smiles crookedly. 

“Yeah, well… You know I’d do anything for both of you. Impending criminal poisoning charges aside.”

“I know. I do know that.” 

That night, Buck finds himself a little teary after he and Eddie hang up. Living in lockdown with Chris and Cranberry, adjusting to the new routine, might be getting easier. Apart from today, that is. But not seeing Eddie? Time doesn’t make that easier at all. 

x.

Cranberry heals just fine. In under a week, she’s back to her regular self. She bounces back quicker than Christopher, actually, whose guilt keeps him hesitant around her for days and days after the Tylenol incident. Buck has to encourage him tons. Once Cranberry is feeling fully better, her usual energy and affection help, too. It takes time, but they manage to put the whole thing behind them. 

They get Cranberry’s Intermediate Trick Dog title. Making her Tweed River’s Vodka Cranberry TKI. Basically a Master’s degree, if you ask Buck. He’s working on the next level - Advanced. Gotta get his girl her PhD. Eddie says he’s ridiculous for calling it that. Hen, in med school, says it’s insulting. Buck’s definitely not planning on stopping showering Cranberry with accolades any time soon. 

It’s summer. The heat is sweltering most of the day and it’s hard to train outside or even take Cranberry on decent walks if it’s not night or early morning. Training the more advanced tricks is coming along. Just slower. Which is how Buck finds himself outside before seven in the morning, working on position commands from a distance. Christopher neglected to join him in favor of sleep. Typical not-quite-preteen. 

It’s morning. It’s quiet. It’s relatively mild out. Buck feels at peace, working with his best girl. 

And then his phone rings. 

This is weird for the time. The fact that it’s not a workday. The fact that no text preceded it. Buck’s first thought is to worry that something must have happened to Maddie and her baby. Or that someone has Covid. Either way, he’s assuming he’s getting a call from the hospital. 

When he checks the caller ID, he sees it’s Eddie. Which is actually not comforting, because Eddie FaceTimes him. He always FaceTimes him. And not usually at this time of day. 

“Eddie?” Buck answers the call a little frantically. Okay, a lot frantically, clearly, because Cranberry races over to check on him. “What’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing’s wrong?” 

“Nothing? Then why are you calling me at quarter to seven in the morning on a Sunday?”

Eddie chuckles. “Well, you’re awake, aren’t you?”

“Yes, obviously.”

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“But, please. You don’t have to go out of your way to be nice to me. You don’t have to ask how I am. It’s really okay if you hate me.”

He gawks at her.

“Shannon, I-I don’t hate you!”

She gives him a dubious look.

“Really!” He protests. “First of all, I’m pretty bad at hating people. There’s, like, one person I really hate, and he’s dead anyway.”

Shannon remembers, suddenly, visiting Eddie in the hospital after his other friend had been stabbed. The person who had done it was Buck’s brother-in-law. His sister’s husband. Who she was trying to make her ex-husband. 

Right.

He has real villains to hate. Even dead ones. 

“Second of all!” Buck continues. “I don’t even know you!”

“You don’t,” she agrees quietly. 

“Third! Uh, third of all… You’re pretty important to some people I care about, so… Yeah.” Buck sighs. “I don’t know. I might not get your choices. But Eddie has made it pretty clear it’s not all your fault. It’s not my business, anyway.”

No. It isn’t. And yet, here he is anyway. The only person really talking to her right now, even if just in a physiotherapist’s waiting room. 

“Sorry,” she mutters. “I shouldn’t have assumed how you feel.”

“No,” he shrugs. “It’s fair. Honestly? When Eddie first said you weren’t around? I did judge you. But that’s a lot to do with my own shit, too.”

She tilts her head, curious.

“Your own shit?”

She shouldn’t ask. She really shouldn’t. And he shouldn’t answer. 

But he does.

“Yeah, my relationship with my parents is more or less nonexistent,” Buck explains. “They didn’t even come to visit when a fire engine fell on me. Called my sister to wish me well.” 

“I’m sorry,” Shannon says. “That doesn’t sound easy.”

He shrugs. Like it is what it is. Like it’s just life, and not their failure. God. She hopes when Chris is his age, he never feels that way about his relationship with her. No matter what state it’s in, she hopes he knows. She loves her son more than anything, even if she’s not always good at loving him.

“I don’t hate you,” Buck says again. “I swear.”

“Okay,” she says. Her eyes start to sting. “Thanks.”

Fuck.

It shouldn’t matter what this guy thinks of her. She doesn’t know him, either. He’s Eddie’s friend, not hers. But maybe there’s something to be said about the fact that Christopher thinks he hung the moon. Maybe there’s wisdom in the goodness she senses from him. Maybe caring isn’t so stupid. 

The threat of tears in her eyes becomes a reality. Face hot with embarrassment, Shannon wipes her eyes. 

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “I’m totally freaking out on you.”

“That’s okay,” he says. “Don’t worry about it, really.”

[arottinghouse]

STATION NEBULA-03 : RESCUE MISSION

SPACERIDERS POPPY PLAYTIME AU made by @onyxonline

AUTHORS NOTE : since the au is spaced theme it keeps reminding me of that fnaf-like alien game Alien Blackout sooo yeah. sorry if it’s bad, i’m trying to get back into writing.

OC(s) : Poneriateras/“Fetidteeth”s & Prof. Armaros.

It was a pretty uneventful day, basic patrols were the only thing being sent out, and poppy was late for a meeting. again. Hoppy was considering ditching the meeting all together despite Crafty’s insistence on staying, since it may be important, and Catnap was sleeping on the table. It took 20 minutes for Poppy to come online, and she seemed.. nervous. It was odd, since nothing important was happening as far as the group was aware— Hoppy’s complaints about her taking long were instantly stopped when she noticed her expression. Poppy explained how she had recieved a distress signal from the Station Nebula-03, while it was hushed she was able to hear it, and had to amplify the sound, so that’s why it took so long. Dogday was about to ask what the message said, but decided against it, so Poppy started to play the signal received to brief on the situation.

“This is Professor Armaros Evans, I need urgent extraction from Nebula-03’s research station. If you pick up this signal, proceed with EXTREME caution. There’s… an alien organism loose on the station. It is deadly. Repeat: Deadly!”

From the vents, the sound of a ship docking on the station was carried throughout, alerting whatever was left on it..

“Which camera is it? Come on..”

Armaros mumbled as they flicked through the cameras that were up and working, landing on the entraces camera as they saw a crew of four enter, their vitals appearing on the screen as they stepped inside.

“Yes, finally…” He breathed out in relief, their heart practically jumping in joy at the sight of rescue. They fiddled with the panel for a moment, turning the microphone on so the crew could hear them.

“Hello? This is Armaros Evans. Can you hear me?”

“Uhm.. Hello? I’m Hoppy, one of the spaceriders here. We have —”

He quickly cut her sentence short. “Not so loud! We are all in danger!” They whisper yelled through the microphone.

A loud thud was heard, causing Hoppy to turn.

“What the—?”

Almost on beat, a large, black creature came jumping down from the vents from the right door, where Hoppy and Crafty stood. It let out a horrific wail, causing Hoppy to quickly back away and Craft to fall down on her ass, her hands ready to sheild herself from the attack. Only for the doors to quickly close before the creature could lunge at the group.

“What the hell was that thing?!” Hoppy shouted in surprise.

“Didn’t you get my transmission? This place is a death trap!”

“We.. did get one,” an orange dog, seemingly the leader said. “But our ship was damaged by the station, it fired at us for some reason.. The station mainframe cleared us to dock for repairs.” He explained.

“I’m Craftycorn, a space ranger too.. And yeah, the ship was damaged by the stations fire, Hoppy was able to get us to safety before any major damage was done.. The ship can’t go half a day without another set of scrubbers.”

“Hoppy Hopscotch, I flew us here. We came for you, but we need those parts before we can leave.”

Armaros sighed behind the microphone. “There’s an engineering bay close by, so you should find some spares there. I’ll open the door now.” Slowly, the door in-front of the group opened, allowing them to proceed further.

“Hoppy and Crafty, fetch the parts please. I will stay in the shuttle with Catnap.”

“Figures..” The rabbit mumbled, walking further into the station with Crafty.

“I’m afraid we’re also on the clock here. Thanks to trigger happy security, the grid was damaged. I’ve wired up some solar panels, but their output is limited. They’re only good for 8 minutes before they shit down to charge…”

“So let’s make them count. What do we do, Evans?”

“Take a left to that control room, then bypass the lockdown to get to engineering.”

The two carefully made their ways into the control room, trying to be quiet as they could on the metal floors while also hurrying. They stopped as they reached the panel, Crafty taking the lead.

“Okay, disengaging the lockdown…”

“Where you folks holed up, Armaros?”

“It’s.. just me now, and I’m in the ducts, using a maintenance access point.”

“E..everyone else is dead? My god..”

“The pods were launched prematurely. Some may have made it, I don’t really know.”

“Got it!”

The two looked forward as the doors finally opened.

“Careful now, it’s fast.”

“So what the hell is ‘it’?”

“An alien organism. It lives to kill.”

A foreign voice chimmed in. “A station of this size, devastated by a single entity? Seems unlikely, no matter how ferocious it is.”

“Panic did most of the work, but don’t underestimate this thing, I’ve seen it do worse.”

“Wait— You’ve seen it somewhere else?”

“I’ve encountered these creatures before.. I’m still having nightmares. Ever hear of Mevastopel station?”

“Yes, there was an accidental detonation as it was being decommissioned.”

“Accidental my ass…” He mumbled as Crafty & Hoppy finally made their way in the engineering bay.

“Let’s find those parts and get out of here. Evans, keep an eye on the cameras.”

The two searched the bay thoroughly while Armaros flipped through the cameras.

“They’re not here.. Damnit!”

“There’s a note: “Took the scrubbers, installing them soon. Greg..”

“Thanks for getting us killed, Greg!”

“We can track them down. All service orders can be accessed from the administrative hub.”

“You’ll be needing my credentials then.. Catnap, with me.”

“There’s a door right next to the docking lounge, but the others should return to the shuttle first.”

“Got it.”

There was loud thuds coming from the vents, alerting Armaros as they looked up from the cameras.

“I.. I think I hear it coming.” They said as they looked to the opened duct, the creature quickly crawling towards them causing to scream, closing the vent in the nick of time. The creature banged on it as Hoppy’s voice was heard from the panel.

“Armaros! Hey Evans, are you okay..?”

“Don’t shout, we’ve made too much noise already.” They said as the panel rebooted.

“l had to route all the energy to the duct access, it’ll come back on soon. I’m trying to keep a fix on it with the cameras and motion trackers… But I’ve only got this small portable unit hooked up to an access point. Crafty, what are you doing?”

“U..uhm.. being lost. Kinda panicked there. Can you give me some directions?”

Armaros sighed, finding her on the panels map and directing her back to the entrance.

“Thanks, Armaros.” She sighed in relief.

“Don’t rely on me guiding you all the time. That creature tracks human voices, and those REALLY travel through the ducts. Also no running, if you can avoid it.”

“Right.. Got it.”

“That devils close-“ Hoppy’s voice cut through the conversation, causing Armaros to direct him to hide as they went through the cameras and did their best to direct the two back to the entrance, Dogday and Catnap going in their place as Armaros ordered them two to move it, closing the door behind them once inside to protect the two from the creature in case it came from behind.

“The admin hub isn’t too far, but I’ll need to move to a new access point, i’ll let you know once I’m connected again.”

“Before you go.. tell me, have you worked here for long?”

“The crew pulled me out of a bad situation and brought me here actually. But.. when I came out of hypersleep, most of them were already dead. Did you know what they had cooking here?”

“Are you suggesting the Spaceriders created that creature?”

“No, but this one was born here all right. But we can talk about it after. For now, less chatter.”

LMK IF YOU WANT ME TO FINISH THIS!!

[foursaints]

hi saints it’s pavlov’s dog anon back at it again (so sorry for taking so long, but if u genuinely are serious about wanting a tooth charm…….i’d be very excited to make one) BUT what do we think about odontophiliac evan? like, i can’t stop thinking about it. i want him purposefully removing his lover’s molars and storing them in tiny jars to put on display. or he stares at barty with a completely unwavering expression and says, “i’m going to touch your teeth” and he just…jabs his finger into barty’s mouth and starts stroking over his teeth, pressing the pad of his finger against sharp canines…he doesn’t know why there’s literal warmth pooling in his belly because that guy does not feel Warm Things. i want evan pinning barty down to the bed and practically unhinging his jaw just so he can admire barty’s teeth. he’s got some 1800s old school medical bag, pulling out the most obscure tools just to poke and prod the inside of barty’s mouth. like i feel as though i’m going somewhere with this, and i need your Thoughts

tooth charm anon!!! how i missed you!!! oh my god yes please 🦷🦷. we could even match!

this ask is so gorgeous. the dynamic of Barty fondly holding himself in place while his Little Blonde Freak pulls out his molars with pliers, shoves fingers in his mouth, sucks his tongue, and generally uses him as a living doll to blandly experiment on is so crucial. i see barty as having really nice teeth anyway... evan probably asks to see them up close when they're "still friends", (barty is panting at this opportunity) and he finds himself sitting there with his fingers buried in barty's mouth, trembling and wondering why he's fighting the urge to give his front teeth a lick. asks barty to bite him hard enough to leave a mark he can study afterwards.

i'm firmly of the belief that dentist!evan has a collection of antique dental headgear, rusty victorian cranks & gags to keep his mouth open (professionally!!). you'd think he'd fuck him like that, but i think evan just likes to try out all his weird tools on barty to make him drool on himself, then scold him for being messy. and barty would call it unfair, if he could speak.