#Hershey Motel

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Had an idea for a short bucktommy au where Tommy owns a motel in Hershey that he’s trying to sell and for (secretive spoiler-free) reasons Buck rents a room for the night.

It’s currently at about 10k words with another couple thousand to go. Oops.

Anyway, I’ll probably post it as a one-shot later today.

Here’s a little excerpt to wet your whistle:

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“Any other life threatening injuries on the job?”

“The emergency tracheotomy wasn’t on the job so that doesn’t count, but-“

“Hold up.” Tommy sat up in his seat “you had an emergency tracheotomy?”

Buck pulled down the neck of his—well, Tommy’s—T-shirt to show him the faded scar. “Yep. Worst first date ever.”

“It happened on a first date?!”

Buck couldn’t help but laugh at Tommy’s shock.

“She was the one who did it.”

“Holy shit, really?!”

“Yep. With a steak knife.” He added. Tommys eyes widened. “I feel like I should point out she was a 911 operator so not exactly a laymen. But she had someone one the phone talking her through it.”

“Jesus, Evan. Anything else?”

“I did get struck by lightning.”

Tommy choked on the sip of beer he was drinking and coughed.

“Are you okay?” Buck asked.

“Are you?!” Tommy threw back.

“Miraculously, yeah. Though technically I did die for over 3 minutes.” He said plainly.

“I think I’m might have to wrap you in bubble wrap and keep you here for safety.” Tommy said shaking us head.

“What, like your pet?” Tommys head quickly shot back to Buck. His head was tilted with a soft smirk on his face

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[k-slla]

You'll forever be my always

A/N: So this was supposed to be posted for Valentine's day, but here we are, almost week later😅

This also turned out differently than I had initially planned, but I still hope you'll like it! 🩷

Big big thanks to @nescavaneck for helping me choose the song for this fic! 🤍

Warnings: smut, bit of language, food foreplay (nothing major, just a little cream and cake), fluff and that's it I think

WC: 2.6k | My Masterlist

All mistakes are mine!

You had a plan. An ironclad plan to make Dean love Valentine's day. You were 99% percent sure that it would work, because Dean loves you and Dean loves food. Maybe even a bit more than he loves you. He had done some shady things for a piece of pie before that you'd rather try and forget. But right now he was not a fan of the aforementioned holiday and you wanted to change that.

Everything had been set already in the Dean cave - you tried to create a romantic atmosphere with small string lights and a couple of candles and you even put on some music in the background.

You kept it simple and light on the food side, since you weren’t really sure how Dean would react to this and you still wished to get to the “main course” later on without feeling too full - so onto the table you had chosen strawberries & whipped cream, mini raspberry cupcakes and finally couple of mini champagne bottles. It was still a night of celebration.

Sam had agreed beforehand to leave you two alone in the Bunker and went to a motel nearby. You felt bad about driving him out, but you knew you couldn't fully let yourself go, knowing that Sam was home. So he was just dropping Dean off after the hunt before leaving.

You had just gotten changed into your dark red lingerie and a matching robe and were waiting for Dean to come home, when you heard the door close with a loud thud.

“Y/N? Where are you?” Heavy stomps followed his call-outs for you. You knew he'd check for you first in your bedroom, so you left there a little note “follow the kisses” and lead the way across the Bunker with Hershey's kisses to the room, where you were waiting for him with all the desserts. You knew it was cheesy, but that's what tonight was all about. After a little time, you heard Dean getting closer to you.

The anticipation was sky high as he stood on the door, eyes darkening with immediate desire as he saw you half-naked on the plush carpet. “I thought we agreed..” he started protesting, but you cut him off quickly. “I know, babe, but I still wanted to do this for you. Us. It's for both of us.” You said with a sweet smile on your lips. “It's nothing much, just some snacks.”

He looked around the room, biting his lip, before throwing the bag off his shoulder before lunging towards you, pushing you down to the floor. He hovered above you, eyes running all over your body. “You are a snack, Y/N.” You bursted out laughing. “You're so cheesy.” He lowered himself down, catching your mouth into a slow, sensuous kiss, making you dizzy immediately. When he finally pulled away, you felt like you could breathe again. “Yeah, but you love it.”

You smiled up at him widely. “I do.”

He looked at the table you had set up, clearly planning something for you, or more rather for himself. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he pulled open your robe, revealing your lacy lingerie. Goosebumps traveled along your body with his fingers moving over your breasts, pulling down the thin fabric covering them and squeezed lightly. “Hmm…a snack indeed. And all..” he kissed your left breast. “For me.” Soft pecks landed on the other. He really wasn't wasting his time.

Humming quietly, he reached for the whipped cream on the table, picked up a dollop with his finger and smeared it onto your nipples. A devilish grin appeared on his face as he slowly moved down, nibbling and sucking on your skin on his way to lick the cream away. “You're so beautiful, baby.” Lewd moans escaped from you as his tongue circled on your breasts. With a sigh you raised yourself up onto your elbows. “Dean..oh, fuck!” A quick bite from him, sent a surge of arousal straight through your core, making you arch your back reactively. “Dean..” you tried to speak again. “You're wearing too many clothes.” He didn't let him be bothered and continued on sucking on your breasts. You closed your eyes in pleasure, feeling his tongue flick on one nipple while your other tit was messaged by his large palm, cupping it perfectly. “Mmm, but I'm still enjoying my little perfect snacks.” He whispered against your skin.

You locked your fingers into his hair and yanked him up from you, making him grunt. Looking straight into his eyes, you smiled and locked your legs around his hips, quickly turning yourself over, so you'd be straddling him instead. You hovered above his face, whispering close to his lips. “You had your snack.” He had them parted, waiting for the kiss, but you moved down to his neck instead. “But now it's my turn.” Your lips were softly brushing against the sensitive spot under his ear. Without breaking the kisses, your hands started to blindly unbutton his shirt. Getting the final button opened, you sat up in his lap, quickly ordering him to remove his flannel and the t-shirt underneath it, before you moved onto his pants, removing them, but leaving his underwear on. “Shirts, off.” Dean pulled you into a heated kiss, before following your orders. As soon as there was nothing but his boxers left on him, you pushed him to lay back back down on the carpet.

You sucked on his bottom lip hard before slowly moving downwards on his neck and chest leaving a hot trail of kisses on his body. His breathing got deeper the more down you moved.

But you took your time, kissing every inch of him before stopping at the waistband of his boxers. You looked up at him and watched the muscles in his neck strain before lowering yourself down again to peck his erection lightly through the thin fabric of his underwear. “Fuck..you're such a tease, babe.” He said, slowly exhaling as you moved back up to his face. “Mmm, I know...” You kissed him softly and whispered against his lips. “But you love it.”

“I do.” He pulled you back into the kiss.

You sat back up on top of him and your lips curled into a lopsided smile, when you reached out for the champagne bottle. You saw Dean's eyes, darkened with lust, following your every move as he laid there under you. You popped it open and took a swig. “I need a taste of that.” Dean sat up, but put his arms around to keep you in his lap. Just one look at him and you could feel yourself flooding with arousal, pure carnal need for him clouding your mind. He didn't even have to do anything, that was almost like your default setting around him. Aroused and needy for his touch. Dean didn't break your eye contact when he took the bottle from you. “Open up. Don't swallow.”

“Don't swallow? First time I've heard that from you.” Your laugh turned quickly into a mewl when he pinched your nipple. “Hey, don't sass with me.”

You then happily complied and opened up. He poured a little Champagne into your mouth and pulled you into a sensuous kiss, relishing the taste of it he got from your tongue. It dripped down on your chin, but Dean quickly licked it off, not letting anything go to waste.

Both of your hands were roaming all over each other. Dean's fingers dug deep into your hips, holding you in place while he slowly started to move his hips back and forth. “Oh, fuck..” You moaned loudly and pulled on his hair, while his cock pressed against the drenched lace between your legs. “Mmm, Dean..” You panted out heavily. “I want to say “fuck the foreplay”, but eating the cupcake off you, sounds just so divine. But..aah..fuck..” you couldn’t decide whether to keep going or whether to tell him to just fuck you right there. “There's no rush..We have the whole night.” He whispered softly against your neck, his warm breaths lingering on your skin.

You picked up a cupcake from the table and turned Dean's face up from your neck. “Mm.. cake it is then.” You bit your lip and gently pushed him back down to the floor. He looked at you, waiting for your next moves. With a playful look on your eyes, you started to break off small pieces of the cake, leaving them on various spots on Dean's body. A little piece under his jaw, on his chest. “It's cold, babe!” He laughed as watched you move downwards. “Mm, I'll take care of it in a second.” You kissed his stomach before smearing a little frosting just above his navel. With a low hum, you added little pieces onto his hips, where soft v ran down to his pelvis.

You sat up in his lap, admiring him covered in pink frosting, eyes sparkling with anticipation. You felt like a kid in a candy store, unable to contain a happy squeal. “Mmm..you look just scrumptious! Want a little taste of that?” Your eyes found Dean's as he nodded eagerly begging you to feed him. “Yes, baby, give it to me.” He breathed out heavily as his eyes followed your finger breaking off another piece.

You decided to tease him again and lifted your finger up to your own mouth with intention to lick it clean yourself, but Dean suddenly grabbed your arm. “Uh-uh. Not letting you do this to me this time.” He pulled your hand towards him. His eyes never left yours when he slowly closed his lips around you, sucking and moaning loudly at the same time. “Mmm.. that is delicious.”

You smiled as he lowered himself back to the floor, watching you move onto his neck. Dean’s sighs and low groans made you feel the arousal pooling between your legs, wanting nothing more than him just to take you right there. To make love to him like he deserved to be loved. Slowly. Passionately. You felt him tremble slightly under you when you were kissing your way down to his hips to finally sink your teeth playfully into his hips and lick off the frosting. As soon as you pulled away from him, Dean turned you over to pin you under him, again, while he peppered you all over with kisses.

“I love you, Dean.” You murmured into his ear. “So much.” He turned your face back to him to capture your lips. This time the kiss was slower, sweeter, full of love for each other that your words just couldn’t express. “I love you, too, sweetheart.” He locked his green eyes with yours and whispered. “I have to do something.”

There was a sudden shift in the mood when he pulled away and walked to the shelf where you had your phone connected to the Bluetooth speaker. You sat up, looking at him curiously. “Hey, what are you doing?” He typed something into your phone before turning back to you. “You know how much I love you. I try to tell you that every day. But sometimes..” his words trailed off. Dean reached for your hand, to pull you up from the floor. He suddenly seemed so nervous. So vulnerable. Dean kept his eyes down on your hands linked together.

“Sometimes I have a hard time telling you what I see for us in the years to come. And I want you, Y/N. I want us to grow old together. As long as our hunter life allows us. That's all.. That's just all I've ever wanted. To have you next to me.” He continued softly and finally looked up at you. “I think this song gives you a better idea.”

“You're going to make me cry, Dean.” You said, listening to the song he had chosen.

I see forever when I look in your eyes

You're all I've ever wanted

I always want you to be mine

Let's make a promise ‘til the end of time

We'll always be together

And our love will never die

You and Dean hadn't really talked about your future together before. You were taking just one day at a time. But seeing Dean open up to you now..it just really meant the world. Both of you were only in your thirties, but even that was so much longer than you both had expected to have. You would've never thought that you'd find someone who loved you for who you were. A hunter - never fully healed from everything that you'd gone through in your childhood. But that's who Dean was, too. Just as broken and messed up as you.

He deserves to be happy. You deserve to be happy. And you knew that as long as you're together, you will be the happiest you could ever be.

What you had planned to be a fun, messy date night, had turned out to be something so much more powerful. You were not expecting to end up crying in front of him. That's what made it perfect though. That openness with each other where you didn't have to hide your feelings, emotions, tears that were brought to your eyes from his declaration.

“Dean..I-” you sniffled. “I love you so much. We have a lot to talk about our future, but I know one thing. I want to spend it together. You are the only person who I could ever imagine next to me. Only one who I'd want next to me.”

You stood up on your toes and kissed him again. Dean's hands rested on your hips as you stood still in the room, in each other's embrace, surrounded by the melody of the song. He lifted you up in his arms and instinctively you locked your legs around his hips. Dean started to walk out of the room.

“Where are we going?” You asked between the kisses.

He took some turns in the hallway and you saw where he was leading you. “I'm taking you to bed.” He broke the kiss quickly. “Not that I wouldn't have loved having sex with you in there, but the cave? That's just for quick fuck. I'm going to make love to you.” You laughed at his bluntness, but he just continued. “I'm going to show you how much you mean to me. How much I really love you. Over and over and over..” He murmured into the kiss again.

Dean opened your bedroom door with one hand and walked inside. Sofly he placed you onto the bed, your head comfortably resting on the pillows, hair fanned out. Your breaths got caught for the short moment you and Dean were apart, both of you taking each other in, inch by inch, running your eyes all over each other. Not wanting to spend another second away from you, he climbed back to the bed, closing the distance between your lips.

The way you both spent it exploring each other's bodies made it feel like your first night over again with Dean. But at the same time you both already knew how to get one another to the absolute peak.

All through the night you got lost in each other's embrace, letting the desire, passion and your love for each take over your minds over and over again until the early morning hours. When you finally snuggled closer to him, entangling your legs, holding Dean as close as possible when you slowly fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling happy and loved, both of you knew it would last longer than just for the night.

Tags: @jackles010378 @cevansbaby-dove @deanwinchestersgirl87 @alternativeprincess94 @il0vebeingdelulu @suckitands33 @nescavaneck

[possum-quesadilla]

Chapter 9 of Lonely Remnants, “But in the end if I lose my voice, Will you forget about your love for me? But I still hold out hope that someday, I’ll be worth more than all the silence left in my way”, is here!

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS ATTACHED TO THIS CHAPTER BEFORE PROCEEDING. THIS CHAPTER IS PARTICULARLY ROUGH.

:)

Extras below!

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “Canary in a Coal Mine” by The Crane Wives! It’s meant to be from mostly Lawrence’s perspective. (Also just a little bit of the Shoggoth.)

- “I weren’t even gone too long.” - I love Lawrence’s stupid accent!! Partially inspired by family members from the south, but also HEAVILY inspired by Benoit Blanc. He hid it most of the time, hence why it wasn’t too present in any flashbacks, but he is too confused and such to hide it here.

- “As per usual, the man tried to lift her and twirl her around.” - As mentioned many times previously, he did this often. Just wanted to highlight this :)

- Religious exclamations - Lawrence is not religious himself, but he was raised in a very religious home. He still uses a lot of the “lord have mercy” type exclamations anyways.

- “ “This… this weren’t how I wanted it to go…” “I know, I know.” “I-I wanted..” “Shh, we know. It’s okay.” ” - this dialogue was inspired by “Stay Alive (Reprise)” from Hamilton, because why not? More ouch!

- “… sniffling and wiping at his eyes with his shoulder.” - A skill I gained from years in food service, and Lawrence from various similar odd-jobs, is to use your shoulder to itch/wipe at your face when your hands aren’t available.

- “It seemed to hit him like a pistol in the eye.” - Taken from the lyrics of the song “Dear Arkansas Daughter” by Lady Lamb! Because OW.

- “M-m-” - you might think he was about to say “Mrs. D” here, but nope! He was about to say “mom”. Because he saw her as his mom. :)

- “… Barbara put the pedal to the metal, causing the dinky old car’s engine to groan and growl like it’s demonic inhabitant as it struggled to reach the higher speeds.” - Based on my own dinky little car. But mine’s not even that old!

- “There were no hazelnut-spread sandwiches left. As Lydia dug, she found all of the back-up chocolate they had packed was gone. No chocolate bars, no little Hershey's kisses, nothing.” - the Shoggoth got peckish.

- “The preteen swiftly went to dig through her bag, pulling out the motel towel the Shoggoth had squirreled away in there.” - They couldn’t resist stealing a few things.

- “She crossed her arms firmly over her chest, distantly aware that she was mirroring her father’s own mannerisms.” - See if you can catch all the similar mannerisms between them!

- “ “Lydia, these people-” “‘These people’ are my family!” ” - Realized after writing this that I’m accidentally quoting a very painful scene from “Dear Evan Hansen”.

- “You have a whole lot of nerve to show your face, Mr. Graham!” - Notice how he switched from calling him by his first name to calling him “Mr. Graham”.

- “ “Mmm.” The demon grunted, spitting out another mouthful of black and red, as well as a few teeth. His jaw seemed… crooked, almost loose. “Right as rain.” ” - Charles didn’t punch them that hard, the demon is already falling apart. But yes, he dislocated their jaw.

- “You couldn’t have just done us all a favor and driven your drunk ass head-first into a tree!” - We all sort of knew, didn’t we? Deep down. Still hurts to hear it.

- “The Shoggoth stared Charles down with some sort of resigned sorrow as he continued to yell, face beet-red.” - Hm. The Shoggoth makes a lot of this type of expression throughout the chapter. I wonder why?

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[snapthistiger]

exercise 10102024

bike ride to the gym

8 x 10 incline sit ups

3 x 10 pec machine

3 x 10 lat raise

3 x 10 low row

45 minute spin class

3 x 10 cable row

3 x 10 cable press

worked lifeguard job 10a to 2p

bike ride home

the gym workers received Hershey kisses

stayed at my Mom's last night. my Mom thought she was in the hospital. my sister reassured her that she was at home and everything was ok

sidewalk pizza still the same

Peanut killed a rat this morning

i found 5 quarters on the bleachers while i was cleaning at work

top left = pallet decorated as a Jack O Lantern

bottom = house on Pecan Street with No/Vacancy neon sign similar to the Bates Motel from the movie Psycho

hope you have a peaceful afternoon and evening..

[coweringnarcissus]

chainshipping yuri draft of concept

something something… ada trails lauren to a barren convenience store after another one of the woman’s clandestine motel rendezvouses and she wrestles with her better judgment, relenting to the compulsion to follow her into the shop…

she walks around the perimeter of the small store, past lauren inspecting the label of a chocolate bar in between the aisles, head down with blonde hair fanning her shoulder blades… ada’s untucked keys from her pocket crash and jangle against each other as she approaches the fridges - to emphasize her presence? to appear nonchalant? to disturb dr. gordon’s debauched, guilty solitude? - as she stares at lauren’s bleary reflection through the glass and grabs a rockstar (original)… she turns, sneakers squeaking against the once glossed floor, and debilitates between a bag of funyuns or cool ranch doritos… ada notices lauren’s head lift towards her in her peripheral, separated only by a couple feet and the short wired display… this close, she can smell the older woman’s perfume, something dense with sandalwood and almond and some heady, drowning quality that ada can best describe as musk (hypnotic poison, dior)... she thinks of cheap, disheveled bedding, knocked over heels, and lauren’s diamond earrings - an anniversary gift from mr. gordon, surely - lovingly retired on a bedside table…

ada grabs the bag of funyuns. lauren glances at the obnoxiously yellow bag and tsks, shaking her head disapprovingly… the word tumbles out of ada’s mouth before she can help herself - “what?” “there should be a warning label on those things, with how much sodium’s in them.” ada raises her hand and jostles the energy drink in front of lauren’s eyeline “well, i’d tell you about all the other crap i put in my body, but i don’t want you to have an aneurism and bleed out on the linoleum.��� lauren tightens her lips, complaining to herself that you don’t bleed externally from a ruptured aneurysm and puts the hershey's down to grab an almond joy…

with an undue amount of care in her voice, staring down at the nutrition facts: “you’re young. you should take better care of yourself.” ada scoffs and walks idly toward the counter, running her hand against the top of the unit. lauren stares at the curvature of her knuckles and slight definition of veins against the back of her palm, hastily redirecting her focus to the small and boring wall of text… “thanks-'' doc “-lady, but i think i’ll pass on the condescension disguised as unwarranted, but well-meaning, life advice from a complete stranger.”

i've been stuck on this outline for weeks, i don't know where to take this from here, and i wanted to at least get what does exist somewhere out there so that an idea i care about doesn't just collect virtual dust in my tabs. any and all interaction would be greatly appreciated! i hope someone likes this concept as much as i do. ada's dyke-ish affinity for keys was a personal detail that i am very, very fond of including. :-) original text edited shortly after posting to edit sentence structure & include lauren staring at ada's hand for suggestive purposes.

[gen-spn]

First Lines Game

Rules: share the first lines of up to ten of your most recent fanfics and tag up to ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

tagged by @ambersock <3 (thought I'd pop over to my sideblog, since everything recent is spn) .

Stone the Crows

“Here,” Dean says, tossing something in Sam’s direction.

Slumped on the couch and fairly certain that he’ll never be able to get up from it again with how much it’s sunk in, Sam catches it. Glances at the Hershey’s label, tries for a smile in Dean’s direction.

Castling

The story starts with a woman named Mary Winchester.

Well, no, that’s misleading.

It Goes Like This

Death stared at the scene before him with more interest than he’d given anything in the last millennia.

Quivering Mirror Neurons

The sky is gray.

His sensors pick up on water, and he runs synthetic fingers over the droplets of rain that have fallen on his bare hands.

All I Have to Do

Sam wakes up with a crick in his neck and a desperate need to pee.

It’s not the best wake-up he’s ever had—but then again, it’s not the worst.

Forgotten Regrets

Dean doesn’t ask about it.

Don't Trust the Weatherman

Sam breathes in. He breathes out. Overhead the sky roils with threatening clouds. He keeps running, one step after the other, hitting the ground in an evenly paced thump thump thump.

A Bathtub in the Storm

It’s a cold, rainy day somewhere in Nowheresville, Ohio. They are surrounded by trees and ice cream shops. The freaking gas stations serve ice cream here.

Wishes by the Pool

They are eleven and fifteen sitting by the edge of a motel pool in their underwear.

Everybody is a Book of Blood

It is dark here.

Not dark dark, not the worst he’s ever seen. But it’s like a perpetual eclipse, the sun never quite glowing to its greatest capacity. It washes everything out, means he’s not seeing colors, just shades. It feels heavy here.

No pressure tags, if you'd like to share :D. @caranfindel @raspberryjellybrains @clairdeloon-abie if you want to join in and haven't been tagged, consider yourself so from this point on.

[rachelxhan]

👻 ?🍬

👻 - Have you ever seen a ghost or had a paranormal experience?

I have never seen a ghost, but I do believe in them absolutely. As far as paranormal experiences, I feel like a lot of the things felt very fate oriented. I do think that one of my biggest paranormal experience though was when I was driving from Massachusetts to California when I decided to be insane and move to college on my own. I remember that in one of the motels I stayed in overnight on my way to college for sure had a haunting happening. Like the person at the front desk seemed like they were being possessed.

🍬 - What is your favorite candy to receive (or give out) on Halloween?

My favorite candy to receive is definitely a Hershey's Kiss. There's something so adorable about receiving that from someone. I don't know that probably sounds so mushy, but I think it's just a sentimental thing. They're so small and petite and it's like someone is giving you a little foil wrapped of joy. As far as giving out...I always have the goal of being the most popular house on Halloween with full-size candy bars.

[southjerseyweb]

The Most Historic Hotel In New Jersey - 94.3 The Point

HERSHEY MOTEL – SEASIDE HEIGHTS … A legendary motel in a legendary Jersey Shore town. Summer memories! SOUTH WINDS …

[velvetnviolentviolets]

"Right. . .you got it."

Kat breathed a long exhale as she moved towards the door. Her feet practically dragged with the heaviness this exchange brought with it. Pumping the breaks on the situation was supposed to help avoid this feeling not amplify it. There was microphone placed to the silence between their words, and painful feed back when he spoke. It wasn't his voice that brought the dissonance. Shed loved listened to him speak. The timbre tempo and raise in his pitch when he got excited was all quickly becoming one of her favorite sound to fill each new shabby temporary home. But that blue hue in his tone? Shed hated it. The unfortunate reality was shed put it there and frankly she deserved every sharp prodding that came with each clipped syllable. "There and back. Scouts honor." With that she tugged the door open to let it click quietly behind her. The cool autumn air forced her to pull her black sweater a little tighter around her frame. While it was chilly out it was nice to finally be out of that tiny space and breathing the free flowing night air rather than that stagnant air in that room that reeked of decaying carpet and old cigarettes'. Kat crossed the path that led from the group of poorly lit motel rooms towards the even darker structure beside the parking lot that contained a few coin operated laundry appliances. Just outside that laundry room was one heavily visited vending machine that Kat and had just about picked clean on days that Landon wasn't around. That second of her mind drifting back to the man back in the room had Kat sighing once more as she fished her dollar coin on a string from her pocket. She looped the string around her middle finger before dropping the coin into the machine. Before she could pull her coin back from the slot somebody was at her back, their arms coming around her chest to pin her arms down to her sides. "You come quietly and my buddy stays in the car. You don't want him getting involved. He's not as gentle as I am." The low whispered words against her her sank Kats stomach and sent her mind into over drive. "Who said I don't like it rough?" She replied, leaning for ward at the waist so that her captor would naturally lean towards her before driving the back of her head into his face as hard as she could. The man cried out but didn't let go of her. Kat tucked her knees up and kicked hard against the face of the vending machine face. Her kick was powerful enough to crack the vending machine glass and send her and her captor falling back against the concrete. With a loud yelled the man in question finally released Kat allowing her a moment to jump up from him. Unfortunately he was climbing to feet just after shed got to hers. As quickly as he'd made it to one of his feet Kat had his arm her grasp and was already kicking his still falling foot out from under him and tugging him forward to send him head first into the vending machine glass. Kat paused only a beat to examine the man before her. He was completely unconscious and bleeding heavily from his forehead but still very much alive. Katherine leaned over the unconscious man to grab a handful of Hershey bars before sprinting towards the Motel room. "We need to leave! We need to leave NOW!" Kat shouted the second shed crossed the doorway. Her hands were still shaking, eyes wide, and chest heaving as she pushed chocolates into his hands and darted to the bed to grab her back pack and shove everything she had into It.

@wynterlanding|| (X)

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Using a bunch of my own fics for @bucktommypositivityweek bingo!

I’ll Crawl Home To Him - a 12.5k one shot where Buck meets Tommy, former 118, managing motel in Hershey.

Static - Buck and Tommy's relationship thus far from Tommy's perspective.

100 Days - Bucktommy roommate fic.

Accident (prompt) - An accident on the job for Buck leads to a proposal from Tommy

Brother (prompt)- Chim says some lovely things to Tommy

[littlemissshortstuff]

So I just got back from my first ever adult vacation! It was a lot of fun, but had some issues, because that seems to be my life right about now. I went down to Seaside Heights, NJ which is where my family went every August when I was a kid. 

I used to know the boardwalk layout like the back of my hand when I was younger. Unfortunately, in 2012 Hurricane Sandy crashed through the Jersey Shore area and Seaside Heights got hit pretty hard. So not only is the boardwalk entirely new, a lot of shops and stands are no longer there. To add to the misery of things, a year after the hurricane hit, a fire broke out and basically torched a good section of the southern part of the boardwalk.

Caught in that fire was a candy store called Berkeley Sweet Shop. It was where we would go at the end of the every vacation and get a box of salt water taffy. It finally opened back up in 2017 and I was so excited to see it again.

A Bad Start

I packed all my stuff in my car for 10:00 AM on Sunday, ready to gas up, then pick up my friend so we could hit the road to get to Seaside.

Well, it literally was a “bad start” as after I finished gassing up, my car refused to start. I won’t sugar coat things, I started crying. I had recently had previous car trouble that I outlined in my post Life Update: 2019 Hates Me as well as my driver’s side window motor needing to be replaced. So having the car fail once again within a two month span, I just lost it.

Thankfully I was literally across the street from a Firestone. I had to wait to be towed and the my friend picked me up so we could use her car to drive down.

After a call to my parents, my father graciously offered to pay for the fix. He also decided that since my catalytic converter had been throwing my check engine light on for the past two years, that he would have them fix that as well. I was and still kind of am uncomfortable with being helped with that amount of money. But now my car should be in relatively working condition. They only thing amiss is the air conditioning. The entire dashboard needs to be taken apart and it’s about 11 hours of labor. I can open my windows for now. (If you want to donate to my financial woes, click here!)

  Hershey Motel

We stayed at the same motel I stayed as a child. Mainly due to the high ratings and its proximity to the boardwalk. 

We got a room in the back on the second floor with a balcony. It costs a bit more, but having a balcony to sit out on is such a wonderful addition that I was willing to shell out a little more money. 

The motel hasn’t changed much from my memory. They switched out carpet for tile, and updated the furniture a bit, but everything else is exactly the same. 

  The Boardwalk

As I mentioned earlier, the boardwalk changed drastically from my childhood. A lot of the smaller arcades had been moved out in favor of vendors and stalls. There are a lot more shops than wheels or arcades, which is fine. 

One of the last times I went down there Rita’s had popped up all over the boardwalk, they seemed to have been replaced by a similar place call Polish Water Ice. Almost entirely the same menu, with a few differences.

My favorite arcade, however, remained almost entirely untouched. Lucky Leo’s was able to withstand both the fire and the hurricane and came out pretty damn untouched compared to the rest of the boardwalk. 

For the arcades, the biggest difference is a lot of cranes contained mystery boxes or bags that could contain either a “choice” option to win a very expensive prize (beats headphones, macbook, iPad, etc.) or a certain amount of points, instead of generic stuffed animals. But times have changed and apparently stuffed animals aren’t exactly a hit with the kids much anymore.

    The Food

The food will never change. If you ever head down there yourself, you need to check out 3 Brother’s From Italy. There are conveniently 4 locations on the boardwalk, so no matter where you happen to be, you’re almost right next to a restaurant. 

There’s also Midway Steakhouse which has the same advertisement signs as I remember. It’s literally in the middle of the center of the boardwalk. Boardwalk food may not be the healthiest for you, but damn, it’s good.

As I mentioned earlier, the thing I was most excited about was Berkeley Sweet Shop which is now called Berkeley Candy. The store size is less than half of what it used to, and they only offer one shape of taffy rather than two, but it’s just as good as I remember! Just by picking out a few pieces of the flavors I like I ended up with almost 1.5 pounds of taffy!

We also had to stop at the Seaside Eatery before we left and had ourselves some taylor ham sandwiches. 

  The Beach

When I was younger we basically stopped going to the beach once building sand castles weren’t a thing anymore (and that was maybe 7 or 8 years old). And because I am on a variety of medication that makes me more susceptible to the sun, I had always avoided the beach.

Man, was I missing out!

  We went to the beach for a few hours and it was so much better than I remembered. We rented an umbrella because it was ungodly hot with no clouds in the sky. My friend and I took turns going down to the water so someone was there to watch our belongings. 

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I managed to inch my way in to the ocean, which is something I’ve never done. For a few seconds I wasn’t touching the sand, which I will accept as a win for now. However, the waves threw me back at the beach and in trying to land I my feet, missed, and ended up scraping up my knees on the sand as the waves kept throwing me around.

  The Rides

We decided to go on two rides, the Ferris Wheel, and the Sky Ride. We managed to get some beautiful pictures. 

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  There was also a bunch of furniture on top of one of the stores that looked strangely like a set. With the announcement of the new season of Jersey Shore, I might have to give it a watch to see if it makes an appearance.

  The Prizes

I spent far too much money on games (seriously!) but ended up with about 126,000 tickets from Lucky Leo’s. I was able to walk away with a T-shirt from the arcade and a slow cooker! I’ve been meaning to get a new one, but I never actually took the plunge to get a more modern one. So now I have a slow cooker that has a timer on it!

My friend won a stuffed llama and a stuffed smiling pineapple. They’re adorable and very cuddly. Especially compared to a slow cooker.

I did buy a few things that aren’t exactly prizes. I picked up a .5ml of 200mg CBD watermelon flavored vape cartridge, and two bracelets that were popular during my childhood. They’re called Wish Bracelets. They have beads throughout the braided bracelet. Each color is supposed to represent something different. The point is to make a wish in accordance to the bracelet type when you put it on, and the wish will come true when it falls off. I got “Good Fortune” (green) and “Adventure” (orange), because I need some good fortune with all the financial issues I’ve had lately!

  In the End

Overall, I had a lovely time. I honestly wouldn’t mind trying to go back for a weekend before the summer end, if only the go to the beach and experience that again, and more properly with beach chairs, a book, and closer to the ocean.

My finances are screaming at me, but I don’t regret the money I spent. I had fun and that’s the point of a vacation!  However, in the future I will definitely be setting a solid budget instead of just winging it and trying to stay within a general amount.

  Have you ever been to Seaside Heights, NJ or any of the other shore points? Do you have a favorite memory from them?

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  My First Adult Vacation: Revisiting My Childhood So I just got back from my first ever adult vacation! It was a lot of fun, but had some issues, because that seems to be my life right about now.

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Recent Acquisition - Postcard Collection

Conewago Valley Motor Inn, on R. 743, South of Hershey Pa.

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Hershey, Pennsylvania

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Things that existed: 1890′s-1914 (For fanfics, hc or rp!)

For me to reblog in the future with more. Notes: I did not include most of the cigarettes, guns and alcohol. These are mostly American brands or international brands in the U.S at the time. Lots of wars, psychological studies, economic recessions, inventions, and media published in this time. This is obviously not an exhaustive list. Spans from a bit before canon to RDR 1′s epilogue  Pre 1890′s: (Just for fun) 1883: The Monopolist (Yes, an early rendition of the board game) The game of Logic, Oscar Mayer, Pinocchio, Long John Silvers,

1884: First modern Cash Register (Imagine the gang trying to figure out how to open one of these)

1885: Dr. Pepper (the soda), first automobile

1886: Heinz Beans, Coco-Cola, Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr, Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

1887: Sherlock Holmes Book 1 by Arthur Conan Doyle

1888: Vending Machine, Drinking Straw, Four Roses (Bourbon Whiskey) Kessler Whiskey, Seltzer's for upset stomach/heartburn, Mum’s Deodorant, Hunts (the brand)

1889: Lysol 1890′s: 1890: The Picture of Dorian Gray By Oscar Wilde,  Prom (The event for teens)  Matryoshka doll, The Edison Talking Doll (Yes, those creepy ass ones), Lipton Tea, Vicks, Marston’s Brewery, 

1891: Basketball, Rayon, Fig Newtons, Swiss Army Knife, Hormel, 

1892: The second bicycle boom, the “modern” clothes washer, Maxwell Coffee House, Ithaca Kitty - an early paper doll, later stuffed toy?

1893: Cream of Wheat, Juicy Fruit Gum, Johnson’s Baby, Good and Plenty, Wrigley’s Gum, popcorn maker, toaster, Diesel Engine, moving walkways, meth, Ferris wheel, The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling, Sunkist Co,

1894:Corn flakes, Phonograph, Silent Films, different fonts for typewriters? Hydrogen Peroxide (The fizzy stuff that burns like hell), lobster thermidor, mousetraps, Purina animal feed, 

1895:Rugby leagues, Volleyball, Budweiser, T. Martzetii Dips, Whittaker’s Chocolate,  X-rays, 1896: Cracker Jacks, Movie theaters, Frank Merriwell’s Books (A children’s series), Del Monte canning

1897: Jell-O, Cotton Candy, Grape-Nuts (cereal), mufflers, vasectomies, Smucker’s (jelly company), Dracula by Bram Stoker,  1898: Pepsi, Palmolive (Brand), steering wheel, heroin, Walker’s Shortbread, Nabisco, War of the Worlds by H.G. Welles, 

1899: Martha white (food),  Pall mall cigarettes',  Wesson cooking oil, Lux soap, flashlights, revolving doors, first early telephone 1900′s: 1900: Wizard of Oz Book 1 released by L. Frank Baum, Chiclets, Hershey Bars, Kodak cameras, Triskets, escalators,  1901: Disposable Safety Razor, Sweethearts (The candy) the Scholastic Altitude Testing (Standardized Testing that American high schoolers take. Jack would have to take one, I think.) Necco’s candy,  The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter (All of her books then)   1902:  Neon Lamps, Teddy Bear, periscope, air conditioning, polygraph tests, Peter Pan,  The Virginian by Owen Wister - A western novel

1903: Kraft Food’s Company, Crayons

1904: Banana Split, tea bags, Ovaltine, Canada Dry, French’s (The brand),  K-Y Jelly, Discoll’s Berries,  1905: Cadbury Dairy Milk, Hebrew National Brand, popsicles, RC Cola, Planters brand, Kellogg’s Brand,  Arsène Lupin by Maurice Leblanc (Stories about a master thief) 1907: Gumball machine, rear-view mirrors, tootsie rolls, Hershey's kisses, 1908: Coffee filters, Ford Motel T engine, Hydrox cookies (Oreo’s lemony older brother), Milk-bone the biscuit (For Rufus),  Anne of Green Gables, by  L. M. Montgomery, Mr. Toad - the kid’s character, 1909: More modern lightbulbs, Pearson’s candy company, Tillamook Creamery, Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux  1910:  instant coffee, milkshake machines,  1911: Wall plugs, Nivea products, Midol (pain reliever), Crush Soda, Crisco, processed cheese, Mars brand,  1912: Edison Disc Record, Goo Goo Clusters, Oreos, LifeSavers candy, Lorna Doone Cookies, Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs 1913: Zippers, Crossword Puzzles, Camel Cigarettes, Hellman’s Food company, 

1914: Traffic Cone, Gasmask, Tinker Toys, Listerine, Salad Cream,  Heath Bar, Mary Jane Candies, Grapico Soda, Turkish Delight, Mother’s Cookies (The rainbow animal cookies with sprinkles), Chicken of the Sea, TastyKake,

Bonus: Modern Slang they would know. Sorry for the tags, but I worked hard on this and I want it to go out. Edit: Wow, thanks, guys! I didn’t expect this to gain traction. At all. Anyway, I’m a historian so feel free to send me asks about stuff like this! I will probably edit it for medical stuff. 

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sway (to my heartsong)

Happy first day of filming or whatever, have some extremely tooth-rotting fluff for the dweebs (i’m serious, this is very, very sappy)

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Word Count: 2816 words

The city sounds different at Eddie’s house.

Buck’s lived in multiple places over the years — his parents’ house back in Hershey, the first hotel he’d bunked at after leaving it all behind, Anna’s place back in Virginia, various guest houses up and down the East Coast, one particularly memorable ranch with a horse Buck rode nearly every day, a half-cot in the back of a bar when he was running low on cash.

He’d gotten pretty adaptable those years he spent on the road, never in one place for longer than three months.

He’d stayed in multiple still in LA itself — a motel the first few nights in the city while he hunted down accommodation, the surprisingly-spacious basement bedroom he’d rented his first year, Abby’s house, bouncing from Chim’s place to Maddie’s place to finally living in his loft. Hell, even the firehouse, for all the time he spends there, sleeps there when he’s on a 48 hour roll.

None of these places — not even the middle of nowhere on a ranch with the nearest neighbor miles away — had ever sounded as peaceful as the little home on South Bedford Street does.

Buck shuts the door to Christopher’s room behind him with a soft click, his lips still curved into a gentle smile at the sleepy affection the kid had paid him as Buck had slid his glasses off. The words to the book they were reading echo around the quiet in a melody of Buck’s and Christopher’s voices, and maybe that’s why Eddie chose to live as far from the hubbub of the actual city as he could feasibly get.

Because he can hear himself think without the roar of the city to press him down, and he can hear the sounds of a well-lived-in home quieting down with the evening over the sounds of a never-ending rush in a city that never sleeps.

Buck’s seen where Eddie grew up, and he’s seen the house Eddie made a home with Shannon and Christopher in. Both houses were in areas where the next nearest house was a minimum five minute walk, on a countryside that had lent itself to endless jokes for Buck to rib him with.

Buck’s loft isn’t as peaceful. Being in the center of the city roar means that even at night, Buck can hear the cars zip by, can sometimes hear conversations floating through the night air, can always hear at least one neighbor having a party, and on one particularly memorable occasion, heard his upstairs neighbor getting divorced.

There’s always a low-level thrum of noise permeating the walls of his apartment, thick as they are. It helps Buck wire down, stops his apartment from feeling too empty after a chaotic shift working with the ones he loves most, but on the days he’s here, he doesn’t need the extra noise.

He lives only fifteen minutes away from Eddie, but it might as well be fifteen hours for the difference in the way their houses sound when night falls.

Buck pads through the hall as he listens to the distant thrum of Eddie’s neighbor pulling into her driveway next door, the still shuffle of people walking along the sidewalk in front of the house. He knows that in another twenty minutes, this street will be barren and quiet, hushed like the whole neighborhood was cast into slumber.

He listens as music floats past the kitchen doors into the cozy hallways and smiles.

Eddie’s wiping down the kitchen counters when Buck walks in, his head bent to his task. Buck takes advantage of not having been noticed yet, and takes in the vision he makes from his place behind the fridge.

He’s in a long-sleeved hoodie that belonged to Buck years ago, complete with BUCKLEY printed on the back, with the number 13 underneath — his college football number. The cotton has thinned down, worn down over time, and there are pockmarked holes in some spots where moth balls couldn’t save it.

The sleeves fall loosely around Eddie’s wrists, extending almost to the tips of his fingers. On one arm, he’s pushed the sleeve up so it doesn’t drag in that homemade vinegar-and-lemon solution he insists on, but on the other arm, he’s tucked his fingers into the long sleeve, as if he’s cold.

Buck smiles wider when he notices the eccentric, abstract print on his fleece pajama pants, and his smile only stretches wider still when he notices the sway in Eddie’s shoulders. Something about the comforting image of his best friend drowning in his clothes as they pack up the house for the evening is so domestic that it pokes at the shift of yearning in his chest, hooks claws into his endless pining and pulls it all to the surface.

He wants this man for himself.

The soft music plays from the speaker in the corner of the kitchen, something Buck had seen and immediately bought for him, because the little alien-man reminded him of a movie Eddie had made him watch. Christopher had nearly fallen off the couch with his laughter, but Eddie’s eyes had lit up at the gift.

The smile had quickly dropped into a scowl when Buck told him that the alien-man looked a little like Eddie before he got his morning cup of coffee, but his eyes had been shining in the way Buck was a sucker for, and he’d known that Eddie loved the gift.

Eddie had placed it in the corner of the kitchen proudly, where it usually plays upbeat music for them to rock out to when they cook, and now croons pianos and violins and other instruments Buck doesn’t know the name of.

It’s one of those playlists that Spotify recommends, Buck recognizes. The ones of instrumental music from all around the world because of how often Eddie listens to it, to help him fall asleep or just when words feel too rough for the mood he’s in.

(He wonders what it says about him that he knows exactly which Spotify playlist Eddie’s playing.)

There are no words to the song, but Buck thinks that the moment doesn’t need them. The melody is quietly romantic, dripping with affection and love, and Buck thinks that if the way his heart beats for Eddie had a soundtrack, this song would be on it.

Eddie’s humming under his breath as he stacks another bowl into the growing pile of dishes behind him, not having noticed Buck standing around the fridge yet.  

For a man that was always on-guard, him letting his defenses down enough to not pay attention to his surroundings was the biggest display of trust Buck had ever seen.

And this gesture is still only one of the many ways Eddie trusts him on a daily basis.

He watches Eddie sway in place, his fingers drumming absently against whatever dish he picks up, humming to himself, and is hit with a memory.

The first time Buck had stumbled upon just how good of a dancer Eddie really is was nothing like this. That first time, Eddie had been in a tank top that left nothing to the imagination, and shorts crudely cut to a couple inches above his knee.

Buck had stood in the kitchen door, frozen as he’d watched Eddie move his hips and shoulders from side to side while scrubbing the dishes, entirely with the beat of the fast-paced song, and lost in his own world with the music — as if he’d choreographed washing their dishes from dinner to the song.

Christopher had taken one look at Buck’s face and had snorted loud enough to catch his father’s attention.

Eddie had turned an alarming shade of red as he whipped around, speed-walking to his phone to turn the music off. He’d been fidgety but Buck hadn’t been capable of saying anything without embarrassing himself, so he’d just watched his best friend with wide eyes and unspoken words pressing against the backs of his teeth.

Today, there’s none of that.

Today, there’s Buck standing here in his own pajamas, watching Eddie sway in his stolen ones, affection swelling from his stomach up his rib cage to curl into his throat until he thinks those same words are going to burst from him right now.

It’s become a source of comfort, Buck thinks, to see Eddie dancing. Not the dancing he does during parties and celebrations, but the soft movements he does almost unconsciously while they clean the kitchen, or cook, or any other ridiculously domestic task that Buck’s found himself ensnared in with his best friend.

Because he knows that it’s a sign — an indication that Eddie’s happy. That he’s safe, and happy and isn’t self-conscious about where he puts himself.

In moments like these, Buck knows he has the real Eddie with him, and it’s a privilege to get to see him.

He looks softer like this, younger and more vulnerable. He looks more like home like this, rumpled and washed over with the signs of a good day. He looks more like Buck’s like this, dressed in clothes from another lifetime with Buck’s loneliness washing away with each time Eddie wears them.

And when he turns to find Buck standing there watching him, neither of them shy away from the tension that crackles between them as their eyes meet.

(They haven’t shied away from each other in a long time.)

The upward tilt of Eddie’s mouth turns into the gentle smile Buck loves more than anything, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening with the move. Buck’s struck with the sight of the dimple winking at him, the crease in his five o’clock shadow that Buck wants to press his lips to.

There’s a spark in his eyes that Buck recognizes, a challenge Eddie sets to himself as he glances at the speaker, then back at Buck.

Slowly, with a dare dancing in his gaze, Eddie extends a hand towards him.

Palm up, fingers slightly beckoning at the edge of his sleeves.

Buck knows what that means. He looks towards where the track is still playing, and then back at where Eddie’s lip is curled in fond amusement, quiet affection, and something Buck thinks reflects this beating heart of his.

He places his hand in Eddie’s.

The sleeve of the oversized hoodie separates their palms, and with a sound of discontent, Buck slips his fingers underneath the edge until every inch of their skin is touching. Eddie chuckles, but tightens his grip, tugging Buck closer.

It’s easier than anything to fall into the circle of Eddie’s arms, having spent years falling into his orbit like he was born to revolve around him. Eddie’s arms banding around him feel like an orbit of their own as he gently holds as much as Buck he can.

Their feet slide into place, one of Buck’s, then one of Eddie’s, chests pressed together as their fingers curl together. Eddie’s other hand lands on Buck’s waist, curving around to the small of his back as his fingers splay wider, all of Buck centered across the surface area of his hand.

Buck puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, curving his own fingers to hold as much of Eddie as possible under his grasp. He imagines he can feel the heat of Eddie’s skin under the thick fabric anyway, holding his partner close.

The instrumental track plays in the background as Buck looks across the bare inches that separate them. Eddie leads him through a soft sway with his gentle hands pressing Buck in the direction he wants him, his hips guiding Buck’s as their feet shift from side to side. His hair flops in his eyes, and Buck spares a second to run his fingers through the silky strands, pushing it back so Eddie can stop impatiently flicking it away.

He freezes when he realizes what he’s done, but his hand drops back to Eddie’s shoulder like drawn to it by a magnet. Eddie somehow looks more rumpled now that he has Buck’s fingerprints all over him, more and more of Buck’s home shifting into the shape of his body, looks more like Buck’s.

Eddie’s not bothered by Buck losing sight of himself, only pressing closer to Buck until the miniscule distance between them is erased — until Buck’s sure that even air can’t pass between them right now.

Buck can’t stop the smile on his face from growing as he takes in the fond look in Eddie’s eyes — the one that’s taken him months to accept as his. Eddie’s head is tilted just the barest inch upwards to look Buck in the eye, open and soft and vulnerable in a way Buck feels like his soul knows, and with his hair swept back, Buck thinks that this quiet, soft, open man in his arms is what Eddie looked like before the world dropped weight after weight on his shoulders, bowing his spine until he had no choice but to break under it.

Maybe they needed the time to straighten their spines so they’d fit together properly, but Buck knows that no matter what form his body takes, there will always be room for Eddie to slide into place.

There have been countless moments like this, where the possibility of tipping off the precipice stretched between them to the point of breaking into certainty, and Buck’s tired of waiting for himself to catch up to it.

This time, he takes the reins into his own hands, and turns the possibility into a certainty.

Slowly, Buck leans in to tip his temple against Eddie’s, listening to the lilting cello carry them higher and higher. His eyes fall closed as his nose tucks into the space behind Eddie’s ear until they’re standing in some approximation of a hug, swaying sideways instead in the circle Eddie had been leading them in.

Eddie holds him just as close, his lips feathering on the thin skin of Buck’s neck as he turns his face into him. Everything about this position, combined with the music, is far more intimate than if they’d just kissed, but Buck can’t bring himself to move away, despite the fear clanging in his chest at the thought of hitting the ground after free-falling for eternity.

The track fades into something more forlorn, and Buck’s arm involuntarily tightens around Eddie. His fingers scramble to hold him tighter, as if the music could yank him away. Eddie’s hand presses into him all the more harder, keeping Buck’s body against his own as his hand slides up his spine, curving over his shoulder blade.

It’s irrational, and he knows it, but wild horses couldn’t tear him away from holding Eddie like this — like all his dreams coming true in the span of one instrumental song.

He knows that if he has to land after years and years of an infinite fall, Eddie will catch him, and he won’t let Buck shatter to atoms at the bottom.

Eddie proves it only a second later when his fingers slide from Buck’s only to wrap completely around him. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to lean back and find Eddie’s eyes with his own.

Hi, Eddie’s eyes say. You’re here now.

I’ve always been here, Buck’s eyes return.

And when their lips finally meet, it’s a long time coming, to the sounds of violins and pianos as Eddie drags his palms up Buck’s arms to link them behind Buck’s neck. Buck in turn wraps both his arms around Eddie’s waist to hold him close as their movements become little more than a swaying hug, a new dance that becomes just theirs.

Buck’s hands dip beneath the edge of the hoodie to press his palms flat against the curve of Eddie’s spine, the heat emitting through his undershirt branding Buck as his forever.

Buck kisses the taste of eternity off Eddie’s tongue, tastes PTA meetings, and bake sales, and welcoming new members to their family, and firefighter ceremonies, and captaincies, and retiring, and finding old age homes together. He tastes the future of standing in front of their loved ones as he vows himself to the love of his life, tastes the idea of both of them standing at Christopher’s graduation, and presses his affection back until he’s sure Eddie reads his dreams letter for letter.

The smile that curves on Eddie’s lips as they kiss says that he does.

And when Eddie kisses him again — this time, with little more than a wide smile and a low laugh full of glee — Buck tastes the rest of his life in the shape of his lips, the brand of his palm against Buck’s skin, the form of his body when Buck’s arms are wrapped around him, and he knows.

He knows the little house on South Bedford Street has quieted to make room for their music.

He knows he’s home.

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i still don’t know what nct is 😭😭 i’m sorry

also don’t ever feel bad for setting boundaries this is your blog and if people can’t respect it then they have no right to be on here

tbh i dont think ive ever actually listened to an nct song bc i just went thru my playlist and every song i thought was them was actually got7 or seventeen so whoops /lh the only bands i can recognize by sound are ajr, imagine dragons, mystery skulls, and sometimes saint motel or the hoosiers

lindor truffles are amazing (but pricey) but i think i just dont like hersheys chocolate anymore, but a truffle is a firm chocolate coating around soft moose-like chocolate. not to be confused with a truffle, which is like a root/mushroom thing that pigs find (my knowledge of those kinds of truffles is limited to stardew valley mechanics)

tldr listen to rocket by seventeen and lindor chocolate plz sponsor me-