#also i am weak for buck with a kid

[fuselsstuff]

In your corner

Buck is a grieving heartbroken mess, and he needs a change. So he transfers and ends up at the 122 with Captain Deluca.

This is 5 times Sal Deluca stands up for Buck and is his friend, and the one time Buck tells him how much that means to him.

Gen/wc :2,6k/pairing: bucktommy

ONE Sal

"Hold on," Gorman yells. "Are you serious, Deluca?"

Sal leans back into his chair, arms crossed. Looking at the 133 captain suspiciously, "As serious as a heart attack."

They're sitting at their monthly captains meeting, Gorman on the other side of the table, Willis to his left, and the new captain of the 189, Herkel, on Sal's side.

It wasn't an official meeting. More of a get-together in the bar in the middle of their station's perimeter. Mostly to swap war stories and rant about their probies.

"The chief assigned him to my station."

"Pff, assigned? You snatched his papers from the table before either one of us knew that he was transferring." Sal snorts, not losing his posture; he is on a mission.

Gorman lets out a huff, "It's not my fault you pissed off the chief one too many times, Deluca."

True, but not the point.

"I am just saying," he fixed Gorman across the table, "that he would fit way better into my station."

"The kid would fit in any station; have you seen his record?" Herkel chimes in, trying to soften the discussion happening over the table. He is new; he doesn't know yet that this just scratches the surface.

"Of course I did," Sal starts off. "I also happen to know almost every firefighter in that station who has ever worked with him, and I tell you, he fits best in the 122."

"The same station that fired you?" Willis murmurs on his left.

"Damn it, Willis, On whose side are you here?" Sal turns his head.

"Nobody's, because I never saw that transfer either." Willis grumbles into his beer.

Gorman grins winningly, "How about I just take him in as assigned, and we leave this discussion?"

"How about arm wrestling?" Sal answers with a challenging smile.

"What is happening here?" Herkel whispers.

"Idiots," Willis sighs and starts to clear the table to make some space.

It's good to know people; it's even better to know their weaknesses.

Gorman was incapable of saying no to arm wrestling.

Sal grips Gorman's hand and presses until he slams down on the winning side.

"I expect Buckley's transfer paper on my desk on Monday. See you next month, guys." And with that, Sal gives them a big grin, goes to the bar to close his tab, and walks out.

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TWO Smith

Smith looks up from the pile of bandages he was sorting when he hears a child giggle. It isn't every day the captain brings his daughter to the firehouse. But there she is, little Bella holding her dad's hand as they walk through the door.

"Buckley, come here," the captain calls out. Buckley? Why him? Did he even know the captain's daughter yet? The kid had only been at the station for about a month now.

He was curious now, so he kept listening. "Buckley, your man behind today, also. I know this is not the norm, and I wouldn't do this if there was no other way." He points to his daughter, "Her school has a teacher conference, and they only told us this morning. My wife is working, and we can't find a babysitter this fast."

Smith doesn't follow the rest of the conversation; it is kind of weird. So he decides to ask, once Sal makes his way through the station and walks past Smith.

"Cap?"

"What is it, Smith?"

He takes a deep breath. "Our kids go to the same school. That day was confirmed months ago, and I know for a fact that Gina doesn't work Wednesdays. So…do you want to tell me why your daughter is currently using Buckley as her personal gym?"

He looks at Buckley, who was grinning ear to ear, talking to the Deluca monkey that made it to his shoulders.

"I can't use a sad firefighter, and I heard you can cheer the kid up by surrounding him with kids." Sal answers, arms crossed, looking at his daughter with a stern look."

"It seems to work." Smith chuckles, "May I ask where you heard that?"

The captain sighs and turns around; Smith follows him as they walk to the kitchen. "His sister works with an old buddy of mine. Gina was in the same Mommy and Me group as Wilson from the 118, and his ex, who happens to be my best friend, is moping on my couch every other night. I knew way too much about that kid before I ever met him."

"That…" Smith tries to think how to put this, "…is a lot.

"Hmm, want to help me get the ex off my couch so I don't have to bring my daughter here every time Buckley has a bad day?"

Smith holds out his hand. "Approve my time off for next month, and I am all yours, Cap."

"Deal."

THREE Tommy

"You want to tell me what I am doing here, Sal?" It isn't the first time Tommy steps foot into the 122 station. But it is certainly the first time he has no reason to. Or to put it differently, it is the first time Sal wouldn't tell him why he called Tommy to come here.

"You need to help me fix the door," was Sal's answer as he led him through the station.

"You cal… You called me to fix your door?" Tommy repeats to make sure he heard him right.

Sal lets out a little cough. "Hmm, yeah."

They're walking into the hallway on the right side of the station. Tommy knows the supply closets are here, but he still doesn't know why he is.

"Have you pissed off the maintenance guy again?" Tommy asks, because that wouldn't be the first time.

"No, look, here we are." They stop in front of one of the supply closets; another guy is standing there. Smith, if Tommy remembers correctly.

"Oh good, you're here," Smith breathes out and steps away from the door. Was he…guarding and…was he holding the handle?

"Guys, what…" A loud whump and a few swears come from inside the closet.

"Yeah, you see, we can't open the door from the inside." Sal simply states. Smith is just nodding intensely next to him.

"But…you can open it from the outside?" Tommy asks slowly and carefully.

"Yeah, look." And with one smooth and very fast move that had to be rehearsed. Smith pulls the door open, and Sal pushes Tommy inside. Before he can react, the door is shut close behind him, and Tommy is trapped in the closet with…. "Evan?!"

"Hi…uhm, Tommy. Fancy meeting you here," Evan tries to joke. Oh God, this is…

"You guys can come out once you talk." Sal's voice shouts from the other side of the door, and Tommy could swear he hears Smith giggle.

Those bastards.

He tries to push against the door for good measure but knows to give it up right away when he hears Sal chuckle, "Don't even try, Kinard."

So Tommy turns around to look at Evan, sighs, presses his lips together for an apologetic smile, and asks, "Let's talk?"

FOUR Chim

Of all the people that could walk into the bay door of the 118, Chim doesn't expect it to be Sal Deluca.

"Sal, what…" Chim starts once Sal stands right in front of him. He looks furious.

"Are you dumb, Han?" Sal interrupts him.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked if you are dumb, you mook."

Hen joins them, and Chim can sense the rest of the team slowly coming closer, listening, watching what was about to happen.

"What is this about, Sal?" She asks him, also clearly bewildered to see Sal here.

"This is about your boy Buckley."

Chimney sighs, "What did he do this time?"

"What did he do?!" Sal's voice goes up an octave. His chest rising and falling like he has to restrain himself from grabbing Chim by the collar.

"Yeah, I mean, we know he can be a bit hotheaded…"

You could hear Sal was angry now, the way his nostrils almost flared. Chim wouldn't be surprised if there were steam coming out as well.

"No, Buckley just saved three people out of a burning building with a move I never would have thought of. And now he keeps fucking APOLOGIZING for being reckless and dumb, keeps saying shit like he bucked it up. Can you explain to me, Han, why one of the smartest, most capable, and most promising firefighters I know keeps apologizing for saving people?"

"Well, that…"

"You know what? You didn't deserve him in the first place; I am glad I have him with me now."

And with that, Sal turns around and walks out the door the same way he walked in. Sal was furious, each stride creating a deafening thud on the station floor. Highlighting his exit in the most dramatic way.

Hen is the first one to find her words again: "Was that…?"

"Sal…yeah," Chim answers, still confused about what just happened.

"And did he…"

"Hmm." Chim doesn't even know what she is asking, let alone know what to make of this.

In the end, it is Ravi who breaks the confusion lingering around their heads.

"You guys didn't even know he transferred to the 122, did you?" he asks them with a disappointed look on his face.

Chim shakes his head; with everything going on, the baby and…he never asked.

He slowly turns around to face Hen. "Hen...uhm...… When was the last time you spoke to Buck?"

"Last week…month." She breathes out.

Ravi shakes his head in clear disbelief, muttering something like unbelievable, and goes back to cleaning the rig.

Yeah, they deserve that.

FIVE Gina

Gina hears the soft little snores of her daughters before she even closes their bedroom door. Quiet, so as not to wake them up, she makes her way downstairs, where she finds Sal. Brooding over a bunch of papers on the kitchen table.

She rounds the table to hug her husband from behind. A soft hmph escapes him when she lays her head on top of his.

"Are you still working, honey?" she murmurs.

"No, just looking over some records," he murmurs back.

Gina gives him a squeeze before she pulls out the chair next to him to get a look at the papers herself.

"Oh, it's Evan's."

"Hmm."

"Why are you looking at his records? I thought everything was okay." Gina tries to remember if there was something off last week, when Evan was over for dinner with Tommy.

"No, it's just..." Sal sighs and forces his eyes away from the sheet he was just reading. "Today at work, we were at this playground, a kid was stuck on the slide, and this woman came up to him. She thanked him for something, almost cried, and hugged him before she left."

"Isn't that kind of normal behavior if someone saves your kid?" She asks.

"It wasn't the mother; it was some passerby."

"I am confused."

"So was I, so I asked him about it when we were back in the station."

"And?"

"Remember the tsunami a couple years ago? He was there, off duty, saving a bunch of people by pulling them onto a fire truck, that woman included." Sal let out a breath. "It's not even in his record, Gina."

"So you are looking into what else you missed knowing about him?"

"Kind of? He gives so much, like… I've never met somebody that so selflessly just gives and gives and gives and... but he is also stubborn, a bit reckless yeah and…"…"

…"

"He reminds you of yourself?"

He lets his head fall on her shoulders, and she embraces him in her arms.

"Yeah, unfortunately so." He murmured into the crook of her neck.

"You, my love, are a big old softy," she says softly while slowly caressing his back.

"I just wish he could get something back, you know? He gives and gives and gives, and I am afraid at one point he will be burned out if he never gets anything back."

"He won't," Gina states.

"What makes you so sure of that?"

"He has you in his corner now," she says and gives him a kiss. "The rest will follow."

PLUS ONE Buck

It's been exactly a year since Buck walked through the 122 doors for the first time. So much had changed since then. A year ago he was a grieving, heartbroken mess that needed a change, hence the transfer. Today, he is still grieving; he doesn't think that will ever go away. But it's manageable now; he learned to live with it instead of through it.

He is not heartbroken anymore, the opposite really. His heart is so full, sometimes he doesn't even know what to do with all this love.

And change had happened. Putting in that transfer request was the best decision he could have made. One, to save himself, and two, to save the relationship with his 118 family.

It's been a hell of a year. But today, Buck is on a mission, because there is one person who is responsible for a lot of things that happened this year. Buck just needs to find him; he has to be somewhere since he is the captain of this house.

He finds him in the kitchen doing some paperwork. "Hey Cap, can we talk?" Buck approaches him and pulls out a chair. Sal looks up from his work, eyeing Buck suspiciously. "What's up?" He asks as Buck sits down, facing him.

"I have a question." He tries to sound neutral.

"If this is about your time off next week, I already told you I approved of that. But you do owe me some babysitting."

"No...I..." Okay, here goes nothing. Buck took a deep breath and then said, "I want to ask you if you can officiate my and Tommy's wedding."

He looks at his captain, smiling, waiting for a reaction, an answer, something. But Sal looks…confused?

Sal squeezes his eyes shut and collects himself before he talks. "You," he points his finger at Buck, "want me," pointing to himself, "to officiate your marriage?"

"Uhm…yes?"

Sal just looks at him. "Why me?"

"Why, yo… Cap, is that actually a question?"

"Because I am your captain? Tommy has a captain too, you know."

"You are much more than just my captain, Sal, and we both know that." Buck states, because that was the truth.

"I don't understand, Buck, I…"

"Sal, you made sure I came to your station a year ago; don't make that look. I know about the arm wrestling." Sal closes his mouth and lets Buck talk. "You went out of your way to cheer me up when I first started here, trusted me with your daughters, and gave me space. You made Tommy and me talking our thing out, like, literally, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't get married." He takes a breath because there is more. "You walked into the 118, calling them out and standing up for me, and yes, I know about it." Sal clearly didn't know that, with the way he looks right now. "You stood up for me when I didn't have it in me to stand up for myself. You were my friend when I felt like I had nobody. You helped me up when I was at my lowest, so please, Captain, it would be the greatest joy and honor if you could officiate my fucking marriage." Buck ends his monologue with a pleading voice. Sal has to understand that this is important.

"I..." Sal cleared his throat. "Who's going to be Tommy's best man then?"

Buck deflates, letting out a relieved chuckle, "Gina, and mine is going to be Maddie; we already asked them both."

"You are truly one of a kind, Evan; I'd be honored to be your officiant." Sal smiles proudly. Buck grins back.

"Thank you, Captain, for everything."

[god-i-hope-so]

Buck receives the call from Tommy's captain himself in the middle of the night, during his shift. He's Tommy's new emergency number, he's also been at the center of a recent discussion with Tommy's captain about it, after years of not having a real emergency number except his closest coworkers.

Buck arrives at the hospital, a little frantic, still in his uniform. He knows it's "not life threatening" but bad enough for Tommy to undergo emergency surgery. Captain Garcia meets him near the lobby, his left hand in a thick bandage, his arm in a sling.

"Firefighter Buckley? Evan Buckley? Captain Garcia. I wish we'd met under different circumstances."

"Captain."

"We were on a fire near the station, the structure collapsed, probably due to a weakness we couldn't see. A rebar went through his thigh, lots of bleeding, but he should be okay."

"Should?"

"I'm not a doctor, son, but I know when a man's dying. And he wasn't."

Captain Garcia is clear and to the point, and Buck appreciates it.

Waiting alone in the lobby of the hospital in the middle of the night wasn't on his plan for this shift. He could have called Maddie but it was 2 am when he got the call. He'll call her later.

Then a woman and two very sleepy young children sit not too far from him. While she settles the kids on the seats next to her, their head on her lap, her eyes land on Buck.

"You're Evan, right?" she asks in a low voice.

Buck is surprised, he doesn't know her, doesn't recognize her face.

"I'm Sophie, er, Dan's wife, Tommy's coworker. They were together when it happened. I know we never met but I've heard of you and Philip- Captain Garcia told me you were already here."

She looks at him with kind eyes behind her tired and worried expression.

"It's- It's nice to meet you, Sophie. I'm sorry, I- I don't-"

"It's alright, I know Tommy is a very private man." She sighs. "He and Dan have been working together for seven years now. Dan has always been the kind to easily befriend people but Tommy was quite the challenge when he was transferred at the station!"

Her smile is genuine. She's picking at her nails, her hands slightly shaking.

"Can I get you something warm to drink?" Buck proposes, already standing up. He needs to move, idly waiting has never been his thing.

"Oh, coffee? Thank you."

"No problem. Anything for them?" he looks at the sleeping children, realizing they're younger than he first thought.

"Water, for later maybe, I don't want to wake them up."

"Of course."

His smile feels stiff on his own face. He shouldn't be here, meeting the wife of Tommy's coworker on the cold plastic seats of the hospital. He should be with his team, sending bad jokes and flirty messages to Tommy who would indulge him.

When he comes back from the vending machine, Sophie is typing on her phone and doesn't see him.

"Here you go," he says softly, not wanting to startle her.

"Thank you." She tastes the coffee, makes a face and sighs. "At least you know the job," she says with a small smile.

"I guess I do. But..."

"I know. It's worse sometimes, because you know what really happens." She lowers her eyes on her coffee cup, swirling the dark liquid in it. Her loose braid slowly comes undone, letting strands frame her face. "Let's meet again around a meal, when our men are better, yes?"

Our men. Buck never thought about Tommy that way, as part of "our men". He nods.

"I'd love that. Thank you, Sophie."

He wonders if that's what if feels to be a "firefighter's wife", to be the partner of a first responder, meeting around unfortunate events and making plans for better days. Sophie shares stories about the station in hushed voice, telling Buck about the people there, the others wives and partners, the children, the parties and the solidarity. Of course, everything sounds very familiar to Buck, but it's like hearing stories from another family.

Then he hears Tommy's name being called and for a second, he feels dizzy. Sophie almost gets up with him then smiles at him. He realizes he didn't ask about Dan, but he'll make sure to stay in touch through Tommy.

The surgeon is in a hurry but takes a few minutes to explain what she did and what will happen next. Tommy will be fine, his leg will recover but the muscle has been badly damaged and it'll take him some time to go back to his daily routine. Even longer before being able to go back to work.

The room is quiet when he enters, safe for a regular and reassuring beep. Buck hesitates a second, seeing Tommy like that feels crushing, even if his sleeping face looks relaxed. His fingers slip into Tommy's hand before gently squeezing it. Feeling his warmth on his palm soothes his nerves.

"Hey, babe."

[quintessenceofdust88]

What if an au where Buck and Tommy just can't stop getting kids.

A month or two after they get together Tommy's buddy and his wife die. They had two kids, two girls 5 and 3 years old, who adored Tommy like an uncle. Since the buddy and his wife didn't have any family Tommy takes the kids in. He fights for them, because cs doesn't want to give two little children to a firefighter with no partner, family. And that's when Buck suggests to get married and move in so they can take girls and raise them together. It works.

A few months later Buck saves a boy who's 7 years old in a fire, all his family died and he's all alone. So obviously Buck and Tommy take him as the boy already loves Buck and doesn't want to leave his side.

A month later Tommy catches on a street a boy who tries to steal his money, he's 14 and his parents kicked him out after he told them he's gay. They take him too.

Now they have 4 children and not enough room for them in the house so they build their house, a big one. In this au i think Tommy has a lot of money because of his repairs of old cars. Also he didn't spend the army money and opened a deposit a long time ago. 118 fam helps them especially Michael so the house is done fast.

After the house is bult and everyone is moved they really can't stop getting more and more children. They want to help every child they see in trouble. They foster kids.

Every a-shift in 118 now starts with Chim's jokes about if he has a new nibling.

ANONNNN BIG FAMILY BUCKTOMMY IS MY WEAKNESS AND I LOVE EVERY LINE OF THIS

I honestly love this. It's basically their version of a shotgun wedding when the girls (Lily and Charlotte) show up, because it just feels right for them to take them in, to raise them. And they are good at it. They're so good at it because they care, and they want them to feel loved.

And then Buck saves young Nick from the fire, and he's all alone in the world, and when Hen checks on him he won't let go of Buck's hand, and he cries when Buck tries to leave him at the hospital.

Then the next one is Elliott, the homeless boy who's so defensive, so afraid of the world, and Tommy sees so much of himself in him. And when he thinks how much he'd want someone to show him warmth at 14, and he's bringing Elliott home too.

(it's so beautiful, to see him warming up to the younger kids. Charlotte, the 3 year old who's almost 4 at this point, takes a particular shine to him, and Eli's walls start to crumble)

And yeah, at this point Tommy's savings come into play, and they start planning for a new house. That's when the decision to foster comes, and sure, some of their fosters go for reunification, but not all.

Aghhh I love this, anon. I am pretty sure at some point, one of them would have to cut back or stop working entirely. My money would be on Tommy; the job means less to him than it does to Buck, and it's easier for him to go from firefighter pilot to private flight instructor.

Tl;dr: give me big family Buck and Tommy who just keep welcoming children and giving them all the love they didn't have growing up

[tetedurfarm]

I know I just have goat fever right now daydreaming, but I would love to hear about your goats. What's their purpose, most annoying trait, anything at all

i am so sorry in advance because i am always brutal when people want animals that i own and they ask me for my opinion. it's a personality flaw. but i need people to understand why animals suck before i say why they are fun lmao

why goat:

my goats are for milk mainly. i have a nigerian dwarf, a mini nubian, a mostly-nigerian 'mini-nubian', and a kinder. their milk is actually really good, all of them, and their production is good for my needs. i expect each to make about half a litre or so a day at peak production this year, going off of numbers from last year. it will be violet's third freshening, and phoebe's second, and they generally increase in production every year for the first three or four years before levelling off. i am not planning to breed hallow unless i find someone with a nigerian buck that they don't mind letting me borrow, cos derek is just way too big for her i fear. turnip will be on her first freshening. i prefer the mini nubians and kinders to the nigerians because they have more ground clearance and bigger teats so it's easier to use a machine on them. hand milking the itty bitty titties isn't awful but i try not to hand milk if possible lol

i do eat kids because i can't sell them, and they are dairy goats so they aren't exactly the meatiest things on the planet, but it's food. i like the taste of wether and doe but buck is stanky.

what i hate about goats:

crime. i know it's the joke but genuinely goats are little shits and your new favourite hobby is now fence the second you put one on your land. literally any sort of weakness in their enclosure they will get through. cannot overstate. if you use electric fence as their primary enclosure (if you want them to mow a weird spot for you or something) they have to be net and they have to hit hard. provided it's grounded right, my net fence with a 1 joule solar charger can hit around 4k max and they will ignore that if they want something on the other side bad enough. however they will usually respect it if they have plenty to eat within the legal zone. you cannot tie a goat because they will strangle themselves trying to eat something outside of their range or slip their collar and do whatever they want.

they will climb on anything they possibly can, including buildings and enclosures. they will also rub on things which is fine sometimes if it's a brush mounted on a pole and bad sometimes when it's your fence. also if they can stick their head through a fance they will do so and if they have horns they will get stuck. sometimes they will get stuck without horns. the issue i have the most with them sticking their heads through fence is they push on it so hard it can warp cattle panel fences and stretch tension ones so i just have to make sure they aren't overly mcfucking everything every now and then.

speaking of horns it is sort of a personal preference on whether or not you do horns. horns look sick af and help them thermoregulate in hotter climates but also horns suck ass and make a lot of things difficult if you are milking them. horns don't always fit into milking stanchions, and i have had enough situations with a bitchy nanny on the stand where if horns were involved i would have been pretty badly injured. they will press them against things because it feels good and again that's fine if it's a post and bad if it's you. my horned goats don't seem to headbutt things like my ram does, and my goats are little so they can't push me over when they press on me, but if they were normal sized goats we'd be having words. trying to medicate horned goats is a pain because i can't just pop them between my thighs unless i want really wicked bruises. i did not want horned goats. the only reason i have two is because one i didn't go deep enough when i was dehorning him, and the other i didn't plan to keep so i didn't bother. there is a nonzero chance i will replacing the horned doe with a daughter this year just because i don't want to deal with it :/

feed-wise they aren't too bad but they are ruminants and have ruminant problems. but you have rabbits and a lot of the same things apply so it's not a huge deal. they need roughage constantly which means if you don't have grass you have to buy hay, and if you can't get it cheap then get fucked. everyone's feeding methods and routine is individual to their needs and herd but mine have free-choice local hay, and i give them a flake or two of alfalfa a day depending on their condition (less in summer when there's grass, more in winter when there isn't.) i give a little grain twice a day; i personally find it less expensive and better and keeping condition on them than just alfalfa, plus it serves as a great incentive to get them all back in the shed when i need. same as the alfalfa, they get less in summer and more in winter, just kinda eyeballed and adjusted as needed to keep condition. the buck and his wether get less grain and their alfalfa is pelleted because it just works a little better with how their feeders are set up. speaking of feeders - goats LOVE standing in feeders and will shit and piss in them and then decide the food is inedible. we screwed 2x4s about six to eight inches over their troughs to prevent this but it makes the horned ones' lives harder so we will need to adjust them. in general goats will not eat food once it touches the ground. it's really fucking annoying because they will waste so much fucking hay that way if you don't have some kind of solid bottom to their feeders. this is An Problem with alfalfa because they ONLY eat the leaves and rarely eat the stems, but the leaves just fall out of normal hay racks and onto the ground. which is lava, obviously. also, they will get addicted to alfalfa and grain. and if you do not give them these things every day they will make your life hell. which is like, fine, if that is part of your feeding plan, but let's just say it took beetlebug over a month of constant screaming before he finally adjusted to his new diet of not being free-fed alfalfa like he was at his old home. he nearly was returned to sender x:

my goats are not huge fans of treats/cookies for some fucking reason and will only eat them if they're apple flavoured. most people do not have this problem.

this is only really a con for me because i also have sheep, but because sheep can't have copper in their mineral i have to bolus my goats a couple of times a year as needed which is a pain in the ass. the fig newton trick does not work because of aforementioned 'we only eat apple cookies' reasons so i have to do it the hard way and it's a rodeo every single time and i hate it. you know they need copper because their fur will get kinda dull and sometimes curly, and they will get what's called a 'fishtail' where they will start going bald on the tip of their tails. it's more a problem for me in winter because we have good copper in the soil, but when there's no grass they need a little help.

goats have soft feet that don't grind down well so you have to trim them which isn't a huge issue but just like, an issue. it's hard on my body particularly so i don't do it as often as i know i should. a trimming stanchion is worth the money. also make sure you get good quality shears because shitty ones will kill your hands.

goats do not suffer in silence and much like cats their definition of suffer is sometimes not actually suffering at all, and is just like....you did not give them alfalfa at Exactly the same time one day so you get to listen to shrieking until you do it. my nursing mamas sleep in a different area that is closer to the house and they will get Real Mad for a couple days the first few times i put them in there at night, and then also every morning if they run out of hay.

if it matters to you, the milk is naturally mostly homogenised and it means if you want to make cream or butter or whatever you have to have a cream separator which are complicated, expensive, and annoying to clean. the milk will separate a little bit on its own, so i guess if you really wanted to you could just skim it every day but you still won't get all of it without a separator.

and lastly, if you keep a buck then you get to deal with Buck Issues™️. famously, bucks stink. my old buck stank all the time, but derek is actually not so bad. outside of horny season he has very little smell but even when he's pissing on himself to appeal to the ladies he isn't nearly as fragrant as orion was. orion you could smell from a mile away. they are also rough on fences and gates for goat reasons but also for horny reasons if there's a doe on the other side. make sure your gates latch Real good. they also need less fat in their diets, can be pushy, and need a companion of some variety or they will get sad. derek lives with beetlebug, who is wethered, and they get along well. some people can keep bachelor groups but it seems to be the exception, and i personally have no need for multiple bucks so i can't give you any firsthand experience.

what i like about goats:

milk milk milk milk milk. it's real good. at least my goats' milk is; not all breeds have tasty milk. to me my goats' milk just tastes like slightly above 2% cows' milk, with a little bit of a grassy or piney taste depending on what they've been eating. mini nubians are nigerian/nubian crosses so their milk is very high in fat and very sweet. kinders are pygmy/nubian crosses so they are a little meatier and the milk is sweet but a little less high in fat.

they are very personable animals and usually will eat out of your hand even if they aren't fan of being pet and cuddled. bottle-raised ones can range from 'dog you can do anything to and likes hanging out with you' to 'trying to climb you constantly and eat your hair' but i have never had that last problem because i don't allow climbing or constant pestering. the worst i've had with a bottle-raised kid was daisy being really like...sexually aggressive towards me and that's why she's in the freezer now. they have big personalities and they are very fun to watch do their little goat thing and there is constant pecking order politics happening to spice things up.

they come in lots of pretty colours and you can mix and match pretty easily to find a breed or cross you really enjoy. like i said, i like the mini nubians and kinders because they are on the smaller side - around 60, 70lbs or so for the does i would guess? and their heads are right at bellybutton range for me who stands 5'8" - bit still have a lot of space between the udder and the ground so they are easy to milk. the nubian in them also helps their teats be a good size and their milk to stay rich.

them being browsers is sort of a blessing and a curse. they are awesome for clearing areas of brush, which is a pro for me who lives in himalayan blackberry hell, but if you want them to mow their lawn they'll only eat grass if there's nothing else. browsing is also why they are so rough on fences and why they tend to eat more shit they shouldn't, they just stuck their head through fence and try whatever they can. the browsing is why i like running sheep with them; the sheep graze and the goats clear.

in conclusion

i know that cons list is huge but i do genuinely like my goats. and i think we all know that i just like animals that make my life objectively worse. i don't know why i'm like this. they do really suck ass sometimes though and i absolutely understand why so many people hate goats. they are absolutely not for everyone. if you drink a lot of milk you are honestly probably better off getting a cow if you want an animal that probably doesn't make you want to pull your hair out at least once a month. if you just want lawnmowers, get sheep. they aren't as personable or friendly usually but they are content to eat grass and shit and don't cause near the amount of crimes.

[mania-sama]

april fic recs!

so sorry there aren't that many fics on the list this month! i've been pretty busy (traveled across the globe, lots of schoolwork, finals), so i haven't had much time to read any fics. however i finished school literally on the last day of april so i should have a lot more free time now! may should be looking a little more full lol

organization:

➼ fandom

✎ [Fic Name] by [Author] ❧ rating, word count (in progress tagged if work is not completed) ❧ relationship tags ❧ my description/notes ❧ Quotation

featured fandoms: 9-1-1 | marvel cinematic universe | twenty thousand leagues under the sea

more of my fic recommendations: january | february | march | may

➼ 9-1-1

✎ a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things ❧ not rated, 11.1k ❧ evan "buck" buckley/eddie diaz, evan "buck" buckley & christopher diaz & eddie diaz ❧ i am once again reccing the most kudo'd fic for a fandom, but can you blame me? this fic is phenomenal. it's giving voltron fandom langst in the best way possible. there is a certain feeling to being beaten down and, instead of getting back up, you lay there for a second. you know you will get back up, eventually, maybe, but just for a moment, you keep your cheek on the ground and let nose breathe in the dirty concrete. you lay there and feel your pain and let yourself bleed, for just a moment. that's what this fic is. it's also brilliantly written, of course. everything from the dialogue, the actions, and the characterizations feels like it was ripped straight out of a deleted episode of the show. the author just understands these people like no other. and because of that, they ended up writing a story that felt eerily familiar to the early plot beats of season 4 before it s4 came out. their OC military vet in the story was also amazing; i could read a fic dedicated to just his and buck's interactions. ❧ The other man raises his hands. “Sorry, when I see someone running at 3 in the morning like the devil’s running after them, I assume they’ve seen action.”

✎ This Old Man Thought It Weak by orphan_account ❧ mature, 27.3k ❧ evan "buck" buckley/eddie diaz ❧ i am really impressed by this fic. it takes an approach to eddie's parents that i really like. often in 9-1-1 fics, i've found that people tend to demonize eddie's parents a bit. which is a fine interpretation, but this fic takes a bit of a twist. they really are just parents, and eddie was once a kid that took in every microexpression, every word, every movement, and copied it into his own person, as a child is apt to do. it affects his adulthood, where he finds it hard to relax and let go because, although unintentional, the upbringing his parents had affected his upbringing, and his upbringing is affecting his child's. it's a cycle of accidents. and then there is his understanding of therapy, where he's a bit angry and a bit upset and a bit unwilling, but frank won't let him go. frank is kind of the goat in this. anyway, it's a great reflection on the subtle impressions that life has on you. ❧ “Frank, I’m starting to think you want something to be wrong with me today.”

✎ What's Died Will Never Stay Dead by HMSLusitania ❧ teen and up, 3.3k ❧ fire fam, evan "buck" buckley & bobby nash, evan "buck" buckley/eddie diaz, athena grant/bobby nash ❧ while i did immensely enjoy this fic and am reccing it for what it is, i'm also choosing this one somewhat to recommend all of HMSLusitania's 9-1-1 works. because they are absolutely great. i haven't read them all, but i've been making my way through them, and to say that i've enjoyed myself would be a grand understatement. so if you like buddie and you like 9-1-1, read their works and i promise you will not be disappointed. but anyway; of the works i've read by this author, this one has been my favorite. it's a creative take on the movie The Old Guard, which is basically just a movie where a bunch of people who can die but not really fight a bunch of this. the author essentially applies the concept to 9-1-1 canon, and it is. REALLY cool. the loneliness bobby feels for being the only immortal, only one alive for hundreds of years, with no one to turn to; to then finding a family that can live like him. or rather, die like him. talking about it anymore will lead to spoilers, but the fic overall captures emotions and reframes canon scenes to fit the au SO WELL it actually astonishes me. absolutely phenomenal work and i was so entertained by it. found family always wins. ❧ Spending an eternity with people you love isn’t a curse

✎ Keeping It Quiet by bellabrady ❧ general audiences, 3.2k ❧ evan "buck" buckley/eddie diaz ❧ just a really cute and funny fic where buck, KNOWING he's terrible at hiding anything, tries to avoid talking to eddie in fear of blurting out that he's in love. but he's also really bad at that, too. the whole thing is a little ridiculous and very endearing, and also feels like something that could, potentially happen in the show if the writers were feeling a little silly goofy. ❧ His current strategy is to just switch rooms as often as possible, so Eddie can’t follow him fast enough. It’s not really working.

➼ marvel cinematic universe

✎ Friends Don’t by SunsetMaiden ❧ teen and up, 43.8k (in-progress) ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ THIS SERIES IS FCKING FUNNY. it will probably be in progress until the day the author dies, but that is for the best. i wanna keep reading the way these two dance around each other like their lives and everyone being exasperated. it makes me laugh everytime. the author comes up with a new ridiculous conversation or event that sam and bucky go through, act incredibly gay towards each other, and then pretend it's all normal. and then, everyone around them going, "?????." it's amazing every single time and it makes me laugh. it's borderline crack, except for the one or two where it gets a little bit into the feels. fingers crossed that the series does complete with them finally pulling themselves together, but i am content with anything the author does. my favorite fic of the series is probably "Friends Don't Wear That Shade of Green" because sharon is so unabashedly horny and deviously so, but they are all great. ❧ "You already are Sammy, Sammy,” Bucky returned, sounding so damn fond that Sarah wondered how much longer this nonsense could go on. She’d never understood that poorly drawn ‘now kiss’ meme until Bucky followed Sam home.

✎ sharing a drink they call loneliness by midnightdragons ❧ general audiences, 6.7k ❧ james "bucky" barnes & sam wilson ❧ MIDNIGHTDRAGONS MY LOVE....... everytime they post a new sambucky (always read as platonic or romantic for reader pleasure) fic, an angel gains its wings. to be clear, they do always right with a focus on bucky. in this one, bucky struggles (like usual). and it's a banger 6 thousand words of him coming to understand that he doesn't want to be alone anymore, and it's 6 thousand words of sam subtly telling him he doesn't have to be alone anymore, and it's 6 thousand words of bucky realizing that sam is a little alone, too, despite his family being alive and despite being captain america. also he has a panic attack for good measure, and i like the way this author writes panic attacks. they just know. they posted a thunderbolts* sambucky fic today and i am very excited. i was WAITING for the fic to drop actually. it most likely will be on may's fic rec list. :) ❧ Not having to talk to anyone was nice, but . . . he found that he really didn’t like being alone, and there were only so many nights he could spend reclined in the seat of his car, unable to sleep because of the ache in his chest, before he admitted that to himself.

➼ twenty thousand leagues under the sea

✎ A Tale of Land and Sea by Mr_Pinniped ❧ mature, 6.0k ❧ conseil/ned land ❧ you know, i read this book, and i thought that ned land and conseil were a little fruity, so i went on to ao3 to see what i could find. and oh boy. i found THIS series. i cannot describe. what this series makes me feel. it's glorious. it's funny. it's honestly so good that it makes me sad. it is LITERALLY as if jules verne wrote the fics himself. it's goofy. it's serious. it's written in this 19th century language for no apparent reason other to match the book series, and damn does the author do it well. i hope to god they continue this fic where these two get married on land or something because i would literally sell my soul for it. JUST ONE MORE FIC. JUST ONE MORE OKAY. all of the titles are a nomenclature classification of a certain marine animal or fish, and i absolutely adore it. it's so cute and so in line with the book. i would also like to use this opportunity to say that i usually go onto ao3 just to see what's out there and maybe read a fic or two of ANY movie/tv show/book i consume. and that is how we come upon this delightful series ❧ Conseil’s hands were small, and his fingers slender.  The ring would probably fit him.

[diazsdimples]

"You're the only person I could even fathom doing this for" + Buddie

"You're the only person I could even fathom doing this for," Eddie grouses as he and Buck weave their way through the crowd, heading towards the meetup point near the starting line.

There are ten other teams (couples? Eddie's never entirely sure what to call them) also milling around, waiting to be called up. Among them are what feels like hundreds of crew members, camera people, health and safety coordinators, you name it.

Buck nudges Eddie's shoulder with his as they walk. "And can I just once again reiterate how grateful I am that you agreed to come. I could have asked Hen or Chim, but I don't think they would have been so keen."

Eddie snorts. "Hen and Chim would have walked off before you even finished the first leg." He hoists the overly large backpack up his shoulders, swinging it around to do a last-minute check that they've got everything they need.

"They just can't keep up with my boundless enthusiasm," Buck replies airily. He grins down at Eddie. "It's not their fault, I suppose. You're just the only person I know who's got a chance at keeping up with me."

"Yeah well, I did say I'd have your back." Eddie puts on a show of sighing loudly, but there's no hiding the grin that's pulling at the corners of his mouth. "I probably should have seen this coming."

Buck stops, causing a crew member to dodge him and shoot him a dirty look. He remains oblivious to this as he regards Eddie with amusement.

"You should have anticipated 7 years ago, when you said you'd have my back, that I'd sweet talk you into coming onto a reality TV show with me?"

"Yep. Exactly that. Silly of me, really."

Buck laughs, a bright sound that makes something in Eddie's chest warm. Buck's smile is a beautiful thing to behold and Eddie can't help but grin right back.

"You're ridiculous," Buck chuckles, falling into step beside Eddie once again as they make their way over to the tent where the other racers are waiting.

When Buck had approached Eddie with the idea of applying for the Amazing Race USA, it had initially seemed like a harmless joke, a "yeah we should totally do that," without any real intention of actually applying.

And then Buck had shown up at his house with a tape recorder and a grin, and had begged and begged and begged for them to record a clip to send in. Had it not been for Christopher's puppy eyes ("please Dad, I'll be the coolest kid in school!") Eddie probably wouldn't have gone through with it. But Buck knew Eddie's weakness (his son) and boy had he weaponised him.

They sent in the tape the next day within a week had received a callback, and now here they were, several weeks and one somewhat awkward conversation with Bobby about why he'd be losing two of his firefighters for a month later, wondering how exactly they managed to push past all the other people applying.

Eddie wasn't one to turn down the opportunity to win a million dollars, not that that amount of money went particularly far in this economy. As he'd joked to Buck, if they won he'd use his share of the money to pay off Christopher's student loans, and then buy himself an ice cream with the leftover cash.

Also, he'd get to travel the world with Buck, which was a huge selling point. Eddie knows he's whipped when it comes to Buck. The idea of travelling with him, seeing the world, competing against others, being at their peak BuckandEddie, it would have been too good to pass up.

They finally reach the tent where the rest of the racers are, and are immediately swooped on by a hoard of crew members, checking over them, making sure they're mic'd up, general TV show admin, Eddie assumes.

"No turning back now, huh," Buck comments, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. Eddie, however, can see right through him. He hears the slight quaver in Buck's voice, notices the way Buck doesn't quite meet his eye, how Buck's eyes are flickering around him as though on high alert.

"Hey," he says as he places a hand on Buck's shoulder, his thumb brushing against Buck's pulse point. "We're going to be okay. It's going to be fun! Just breathe, okay?"

Buck takes in a deep breath, his shoulders rising and pressing against Eddie's hand before releasing it. Eddie rubs his thumb back and forth over Buck's neck, giving him the smallest of squeezes.

"Right," Buck nods, his mouth quirking into a half smile. "Just us versus the world, huh?"

Eddie returns his smile with an easy grin, and he has to resist the urge to lean over and press a gentle kiss to Buck's cheek. "You and me, and 11 countries. We've got this."

There's a loud foghorn noise, signalling the teams to line up at the starting line, facing the host. Eddie's hand moves to cup Buck's cheek, patting him once, twice, before dropping down to his side. Buck flushes a beautiful pink and together they make their way to the line, ready to begin the adventure of a lifetime.

Gonna tag some friends who might be interested.

@theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @bidisasterevankinard @neverevan

@spotsandsocks @aroeddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck

[ericityyy]

Good afternoon, I just recently came across your blog and I really liked the way you write.

Can I request a story about how Sheldon found a new friend fem reader.

The two of them have a lot of common interests:she also loves comics, video games, science fiction, and so on, just like him.

Thank you in advance for the answer and also apologize in advance for mistakes English is not my native language.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 (𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤)

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 692

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

“I’m telling you, Shelly, there will come a time when all versions of Spiderman will meet.” Y/N argued with the boy, “And if that happens, you’ll owe me 10—scratch that, 50 bucks.” The girl crossed her arms smugly.

Sheldon, who always loves being right, stretched out his hand with a nod of his head and said, “Alright, I’ll bet on that. But only if it was made into a movie. If not, then you’ll owe me 50 bucks and be my servant for the whole week.” Y/N shook his hand with one movement as they both looked arrogant and smug. People would believe that they’re the actual twins because of how similar their personalities and expressions were.

“Dinner’s ready!" Mary called out from the dining room of Cooper's residence. Both Sheldon and Y/N stood up and walked toward the living room, each carrying a pair of mittens for the both of them. “Oh, Y/N, will you be staying for dinner?”

Y/N nodded her head politely, her hands on her back. “Only if I am not intruding, Mrs. Cooper. Your cooking always tastes divine.”

“Of course, hun. You could always eat here.” Mary laughed as she watched the two kids sit down on their respective seats, Y/N being in between Georgie and Sheldon’s seats.

After a while, all the Coopers are now present at the table. “Let’s say grace.” Mary put her hands on the table as did everyone else, except Sheldon and Y/N, who were in the process of putting on mittens and being watched by the family.

“I hope you do not mind me wearing my mittens; I just have a hard time making skin-to-skin contact, not knowing whether you washed your hands or not," Y/N said as she placed her hands on top of Sheldon and Georgie’s. George Sr. smiled stiffly at the girl as he gripped in his hands his wife’s hand and Sheldon’s.

“We don’t mind, dear, not at all.” George Sr. then made eye contact with Mary as the woman just mouthed to him, ‘Let them be.’

“Thank you, God, for the food we are about to receive and for the nourishment of our bodies, and bless the hands that prepared it. Amen.” All of them then released hands and then dived into eating the food prepared by the matron of the house.

“Y/N.”

“Yes, Sheldon?”

“To continue our conversation earlier, who do you think would win between Captain America and Iron Man?” Sheldon took a spoonful of his food as the rest watched their conversation.

Y/N seemed to be thinking of an answer: "Well, Cap has strategy and can be cool-headed at times, making him able to think of what to do next; his leadership skills are also there. Iron Man, on the other hand, is a genius, no doubt; he made all his suits himself, and he could totally make any weapon with any material given to him, so I vote for Iron Man.

“What?!” Sheldon dropped his utensils hard on his plate, which made the whole table quiet. “You’re letting your biased thoughts infiltrate what is the truth.”

“It may be so, but you asked who I think will win, and I gave you my answer," Y/N calmly stated while eating a spoonful.

“No! You’re wrong; if you take out Iron Man’s suit, what is he?”

"He is a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and he is Tony Stark. Like I said, he can make any weapon, whatever material you give him. I’m not saying that Cap is weak or something, but everything special about him came out of a bottle; without that, he would be this twig honorable soldier with good morals.”

“But…”

“You told me if I took out Iron Man’s suit, now that I have listed out the possibility of Cap not having his serum, what then?”

And for once in his life, Sheldon kept quiet. He was flabbergasted that it left his family speechless, until Missy spoke, “Oh man, now there’s two of them.” She leaned her hand on her face before smiling at Y/N, “But you’re tolerable.”

“Hey!”

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

thank you so much for requesting this! i am so sorry for posting this late but i hope you like this!!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@bellaisswagger // @somesimpformen

[knight-of-the-graces]

I'm rewatching The Mandalorian because I finally have Disney+ again and I Am Having Thoughts. Because I have somehow convinced myself I am funny, I am posting these thoughts.

Spoilers for episode one, of course, below the cut.

That Mythrol guy, what's-his-face, is somehow very convinced he has enough money to get out of Every Problem Ever. Rich kid behavior. This man has never seen consequences in his life, I bet. Very clearly Does Not Know how to respond when faced with a problem he cannot buy his way out of.

The Eerie Stare. (That is absolutely something Din does to literally every one of his bounties. I am dying laughing with the added context of having watched the show before. This man does not know how to have a conversation and I am here for it.)

Also the poop jokes. Forgot about the poop jokes. The idea that this guy hasn't 'evacuated since the solstice' is weirdly funny to me, probably because of my slightly juvenile humor and view of jokes about bodily functions.

Din: "I need a job." Greef Karga: "You did all the jobs already." Din: "I still need a job."

...why are you holding a rifle like that. I don't think you can shoot a rifle like that. Not a gun expert by any means, but I am decently sure you Should Not shoot a rifle like that. It will hurt you.

The Armorer! The Goran! She sounds so mildly annoyed it's excellent!

Din: *flashbacks* Me: "Boy why are you here. The Forge gives you flashbacks. You should know the Forge gives you flashbacks. You should avoid things that give you flashbacks. Is this supposed to be exposure therapy? You're doing it wrong." (I think, not a licensed therapist.)

Beaten up by a blurrg. Why did you go for the flamethrower instead of the knife you should have in your vambrace, Din? Why is your first reaction fire instead of stab the thing in the eye, Din? Is that not usually a creature's weak spot, Din? Why were you punching it instead of stabbing it, Din? I know you have knives, Din, where are your knives? (I'm starting to think he's bad at this.)

Kuiil. I don't have more to say, just Kuiil.

I lied, I have more to say. Kuiil: "I want half of the blurrg you helped capture." Din: "You can have them both, I don't want it." Kuiil: "You need it." Din: *longsuffering sound hidden by helmet*

Beaten up by a blurrg, take two.

Kuiil: "Mandalorians are legendary." Me, watching Din get thrown off a blurrg again: "Press X to doubt." (Of course, Mandalorians are legendary, I just like making fun of Din. He is Not living up to the legend right now.)

Finally. He is on the blurrg, and this time he isn't being bucked off! Hurray for the small victories!

Aren't Nikto supposed to be kind of rare? Am I an idiot? I remember reading that somewhere... eh, might be wrong. Or Disney doesn't know its stuff. Both are equally likely.

Apparently not even bounty hunting is a profession safe from being stolen by AI.

Din: "Bounty droid."

IG-11: *reciting Guild waiver* Me, future law student: Well he's covering his legal bases. That's gotta count for something. Pretty sure none of them are going to be suing, though-- you kinda killed them.

IG-11: "This is my bounty." Din: "Actually, this is my bounty."

IG-11: "I will receive the merit for this capture." Din, hiding behind a pillar so he isn't shot: "Can we talk about this later? You know, when you're not trying to get me killed?" IG-11: "No. Answer the question." Din, internally: "I hate droids. Why do I have to work with a droid. I want to shoot you myself but unfortunately you improve my odds. I hate droids. I hate you."

Nikto: *shoots the door panel Din is trying to break into* Din: "Okay so that isn't going to work. We need a new plan." IG-11: "I am going to explode." Din: "What? No! That isn't what I meant by a new plan!"

You can hear the exasperation in Din's voice when IG-11 says yet again that he's going to self-destruct.

Din: "We're shooting out way out!" Din: *comes around pillar with gun drawn* Din: *sees cannon* Okay. Din: *goes back behind pillar*

IG-11, stop trying to kill yourself. Din sounds like I do when one of my cats is trying to eat something they shouldn't.

Din's new plan: I am going to steal your cannon. Mine now.

IG-11: "I will disengage self-destruct initiative." Din: Finally.

Din: "You're not so bad. For a droid." IG-11: "Agreed." (And yet not even ten minutes later Din promptly shoots him.)

Din: "Well, now we just need to get the door open." Both turn to look at the cannon.

Menacing Silhouettes. (Literally so bright I can't see, goodness sake.)

I saw the cradle in the background. I SAW IT.

GROGU!!!

IG-11: "Perhaps it could live many centuries." Me: Darn right it could.

IG-11: *threatens child Din literally just met* Din: Death to the enemy.

THE END SCENE! BEAUTIFUL!

Also, forgot to mention: Din's cape. Gradually getting more holes in it. Peak detail. Don't know why I found that funny.

[ivyial]

okay time for some delulu gojohime analysis that's a bit of a reach.

so earlier today, i was rewatching a compilation of gojo and utahime's scenes from season 1 and it rang a bell (also, i just want to say, mappa gotta have gojohime shippers on the team cause some of the s2 gjhm elements weren't in the manga). ANYWAY.

so in episode 14 (the beginning of the tokyo-kyoto goodwill event arc), utahime is introduced (and i'm not gonna say that her literal second sentence onscreen ever is inquiring after gojo, but i am going to say that). then gojo comes in with gifts for the kyoto students - some charms from a tribe. this is how the panel goes in the manga:

nothing specific about those charms/souvenirs. gojo also explicitly mentions that they're for the kyoto kids - nothing for the staff.

now here's how it goes in the anime:

unfortunately i don't have the japanese script for this scene or the exact intended meaning, so i'll have to use the english translation :')

in the anime, there are two changes to gojo's dialogue:

the tribal charms are specifically protective. whether they work or not, they were made with the intention of protecting the user in mind

"the kyoto kids" becomes "everyone from kyoto" (including staff, technically)

now assuming that these changes are correct, it makes the scene way more relevant to gojohime.

as we know, gojo thinks utahime is weak. he says it to her multiple times and it's pretty much his go-to insult for her. we also know that gojo is loaded with cash, so spending a few more bucks isn't an issue. and yet... he didn't get her one of those. this is one amazing opportunity for gojo to make fun of utahime, by giving her one of those charms and implying that she needs it because she can't defend herself. but for some reason, he didn't take it.

there are a few ways to interpret that:

gojo is a decent enough guy to not embarrass her in public in front of other people. although, this isn't true, since he does do it in front of other people all the time: see season 2, episode 1, when he calls her weak in front of mei mei and geto. so maybe he just doesn't want to embarrass her in front of her students. again, not exactly true, since he puts her on the spot later in the goodwill event arc:

pretty 'eh' to ask her to give a speech unprepared in front of all of the students, especially since she ends up performing very poorly. maybe he draws the line at calling her weak in front of her students, because he understands that they look up to her.

2. gojo didn't give her a protective charm because despite calling her weak all the time, he doesn't fully believe that and he knows she can defend herself. it is vaguely reminiscent of their recent shared scene in the manga, in which *spoilers for the current arc* utahime's cursed technique is revealed and she acts as an amplifier for gojo's. he definitely trusts her enough to team up with her, just like he did to find the traitor at the kyoto school.

3. utahime doesn't need protection, because he is there. for this interpretation, i'm drawing a parallel between this scene and this post explaining how utahime is metaphorically always under gojo's eye. even without that detail, there's his whole spiel in 2x01 where he dramatically announces "i'm here to save you, utahime". it's worth noting that he pretty much came round to help her out because he knew she was in danger (i think? someone correct me if i'm wrong please).

one thing's for sure though, it's that gojo doesn't truly believe that utahime is too weak to be a sorcerer. is she weaker than him? sure, but that doesn't make her incompetent. and if she needs to be protected, he's more than happy to do it for her.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

I’ve always loved the idea of Buck accidentally developing a fatherly relationship with Dallas because imagine being a Cowboy kinda guy in the 1960s and finding some rat stealing from your pantry and then whoops, that’s your new son! You’re stuck with him! You love him and you will be gutted when he inevitably gets himself killed because no one can take the wild out of an animal, especially not you and you are very aware of this!

I'm not going to lie, with all the awesome headcanons and lore being created about Buck I am SUPER conflicted about my take on him. I think having him act as a fatherly or older brotherly figure to Dallas in an alternate universe would add some really interesting depth to his character and offer a bit more insight into his motivation for doing and saying certain things. HOWEVER, that said, I think within the canon universe I couldn't really ever see Buck that way and there's a few reasons for that. For one, in the little we see from Buck we know that he displays none of Dallas' gallantry, and that he's weak. Canon Dallas would abhor that weakness, and we know he uses it to his advantage, bullying Buck to get what he wants. Even PONY knows this is a hallmark of his character as he 'bullies' Buck into going to get Dallas after Johnny stabs Bob. We also know that Dallas has a dad that wouldn't care if he died and that it 'doesn't bother him'- I can't see canon Dallas forming a father/son bond with someone only a few years his senior, or really anyone at all (remember, it was the Curtis' MOM he was canonically close to, not their dad). Finally, if we establish Buck as a fatherly/brotherly influence in Dally's life we lose some of the 'shown not told' elements of his character. Dally lives alone in rented room in a (heavily implied to be) illegal bar at seventeen years old, and he is stuck in this dangerous environment BECAUSE he is entirely self sufficient and has to take care of himself. Dally living at Buck's has always been (in my eyes) a way to further establish him as wilder and more dangerous than the rest of the Curtis gang and Tulsa hoods.

SIGH. Now I'm done yapping I can explore the fun world in your ask because it really DOES offer some fun headcanons/character work. Sooooo, here's some headcanons:

-Buck is (as we know) a cowboy, and he first establishes a connection with Dallas because he just unconciously treated him like a horse he was trying to tame and lo and behold it worked

-Dally only rides in the rodeos because BUCK talked to the higher ups and got him a chance at the position. It made Buck even more mad when Dally wouldn't help him fix the races

-Buck isn't sure if Dally is completely sane because he's seen one too many violent outbursts or mental breakdowns but it doesn't bother him much, because there's a lot of folks from the east side who aren't completely right in the head. What DOES scare him is the look in Dally's eyes sometimes when he pulls out his switch

-Dally is the only 'tenant' of Bucks that Buck ever drags back to their room when they pass out drinking at the bar (Dally is convinced he's just good at taking care of himself when he's blackout drunk. He isn't, but Buck isn't gonna be the one to tell him.)

-Buck looks out for Johnny because Dally looks out for Johnny, and Dallas might go full crazy if anything happened to the kid

-After Dally died, Buck hosted a party that lasted three days and nights until the fuzz finally shut it down (it was easier to drink and party than to think about the blond haired asshole Buck had grown to love)

-Buck is the only person besides Johnny who ever saw a softer side of Dally, and it wasn't because Dally was soft with HIM but the hoods' eyes were calm and his face almost happy whenever he went with Buck to the stables to groom the horses

thanks for the ask xx

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART ELEVEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: You try to figure out your feelings for Jack and realize it's not a smart move to do so while drunk and flirting with him, when he thinks things are improving, he gets a harsh evidence things aren't just as easy as he thought

(this is the eleventh chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO TEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, more fluff because Wyatt is the sweetest kid in the world, bitchy mother-in-law, angst, sad!jack, mom!reader

A/N: Hi besties, I know it's been a while since we've seen our cowboy, and well, I hope you enjoy it!!! I know I did because I can't resist this mf, he's just perfect even if he's a broken sad cowboy 😭🤠

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Jack's heart was beating probably too fast in his chest, it hammered against his rib cage but he didn't care. He was feeling like a million bucks, as he was finally getting some crumbles of your love. Nothing more than crumbles, but it was already enough for him, better than suffering with your despise and indifference. In a short span of minutes you two had almost kissed - if it weren't for his former mother-in-law, and you had also referred to Wyatt as your son. Your as in him and yours, and that couldn't make him happier at that moment, it might have seemed something small, but it made the difference in that cowboy's old broken heart, it was like the walls you built were falling down and that he could approach you, even if it wasn't in a romantic way, he still felt satisfied to be around you as friends, at least he could talk to you without having to break the ice all the time, he touch you - small hugs, occasional hand holding - and though he yearned for more, it was the best he would get after everything he'd done, so it was good, he'd rather torture himself by having his family close without actually being able to claim them as his, than suffer completely alone like he'd done for the past years.

He smiled at you, seeing how your cheeks were flushed because of the alcohol and patted his pocket finally finding the car keys and handing them to you 

"Go ahead sugar, you're less drunk than I am, you should be driving" he winked at you and chuckled as you widened your eyes the moment you grabbed the Bronco keys. Ever since you first started dating Jack, you dreamed of driving his Bronco, but as the cocky asshole he often was, he never let you - or anyone else really - drive his car. There were some things Jack was just so territorial and wouldn't let anyone to lie their hands on, and well, you were also one of those things once. Jack was possessive of you, he liked showing people you were his and just his, the way he would hold you, kiss you and make everyone else see who you belonged to. 

And in your drunken state as you two exited the bar, you kinda wished Jack would do it again. Just a few minutes ago you were about to kiss each other and now he watched you, and you watched him back, staring into his eyes, getting lost in them, and taking a real look at your Jack…. He was so handsome, his beautiful side profile was enough to make you weak at the knees, his sharp jawline always so smooth as he kept his beard shaved and his mustache trimmed. Any other man would look stupid with Jack's looks, but your cowboy… he was something else. 

"What?" He asked you, grinning with that devilish smile as you wouldn't stop staring 

"I-" you began to talk but you had a better idea - well, not really a better idea, rather a drunk idea - and took the hat off his head, chuckling at how cute his messy hair looked and put it on your head. 

Jack was shocked for a split second. Were you flirting with him? 

"Did you forget about the cowboy hat rule, sugar?" He raised his eyebrow at you and before you could answer, you tripped and nearly fell, but Jack immediately wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him. Maybe you weren't less drunk than he was after all, so it was safer if you two just got a cab to your mom's.

Leaving the bar and waiting for a cab on the sidewalk wasn't the greatest idea either, the wind was howling and you were shivering, and both you and Jack knew that if it weren't for Wyatt, the wisest option would be getting a fancy hotel room and spending the night. 

If you hadn't drunk as much as you did that night, you would be probably censoring yourself for having those shameless thoughts about him, giggling at the shit he said, pretending you didn't notice you were still clinging to him even after you got your balance back, after all, you were wearing his hat, for crying out loud! He was the same man who didn't accept your pregnancy, that kicked you out of your home and abandoned you to raise your baby alone, and once he came back, he just brought chaos back into your life, for several times he'd hurt you, told you cruel things and even threatened to take your son away from you. It was so wrong to behave like that, and a part of your brain kept repeating that over and over, while the other part seemed to only listen to your heart, taking you back to your sweetest and hottest memories you had shared at that same bar and in those hotel rooms.It would be easier if you could just blame it on the booze, as if having a few too many changed everything about your personality and made you forget about all the pain Jack caused you. But at the same time, it felt like you were in the presence of your Jack, the cowboy you loved, the one that was so sweet, flirty and gentle with you. The man that was a little cocky at first but he also made you feel like the only girl in the world, the one who would ravish you in bed and make your legs shake but would also hold you and cuddle you until you fell asleep. You two had an awkward encounter at first, you went on a date with your new boyfriend and Jack was waiting for his own date, you'd been so jealous of him and if you wondered if he'd been jealous of you, now you were sure of it, and that made you feel pretty good about yourself. 

Perhaps it was the way Jack was humiliated by the girl he was supposed to have a date with, the one that revealed herself to be another agent and nothing more, or maybe how he was so honest about the disaster he called his last mission and how things escalated from a fun, drunk conversation, into a confession of dark thoughts Jack didn't have the courage to share with anyone, not even his therapist. All that helped you to see your sweet old cowboy in those man's cold eyes, and when you stared into them, you realized they weren't cold anymore, they were warm and soft and that was when you were sure your Jack was back. 

ou were just so tired of restricting yourself all the time, you were also tired of people restricting you as well, always talking about how bad Jack Daniels was and how you shouldn't let him in. It was your mom, your friends, even Frankie had told you Jack was a dick, and though you knew they were all correct, you felt tired of being reminded of that the entire time, at least your own thoughts were private and in them you could allow yourself to surrender completely to your cowboy, because God knew that if he tried to make any move on you, you'd let him. 

Instead, you felt when his suit jacket was placed over your shoulders and he smiled down at you "don't want you to freeze, sugar" he winked as now you were wearing his jacket, his hat and you kept your arm wrapped tight around his waist, and you felt lucky that despite everything, Jack was still a gentleman, because any other guy would have interpreted all those signs wrong - actually correct, because you did want it - but he knew you'd had too much alcohol for that, even if he knew that once you sobered up he would've missed his chance of having you again. 

He opened the door so you would get in the cab and immediately joined you, giving your mother's address to the driver. You smiled and decided you wouldn't fight your urges, not that night, feeling safe knowing Jack would respect your boundaries and you wouldn't do anything that would hurt your boyfriend - that's what you told yourself at least - and as soon as Jack sat next to you, you wrapped your arm around him and rested against his chest. You were aware of how ridiculous you probably looked, a cowboy hat, a jacket that was way too big for you, and snuggling the man you swore you hated just a day before. Jack was caught by surprise, but smiled softly as he wrapped his arm around your body, stroking your back up and down. 

"Sugar, I was thinking about our little boy's birthday, and I would like to throw him a party on our ranch" he cleared his throat "well, my ranch, but it's gonna be yours too one day, you know, when I-" 

"Don't say that Jack" you asked him, looking into his eyes, "please… I have something to ask you" you bit your lips 

"Anything you want, sugar" 

"Don't kill yourself on another mission, Jack, please. You have our son, and our son needs his daddy too" 

Jack's heart melted at your lovely words, he'd longed to be accepted into the family just like that and now it was finally happening. 

"I won't, sugar… I got our family to take care of, even if you don't want me, you're still my responsibility and I'll make sure you're safe" his hand went for your face caressing your soft skin so gently, appreciating how it felt under his rough fingertips, you closed your eyes, leaning towards his touch and gently placing your lips on his chin, as you spread a trail of soft kisses all over his jawline before getting to his lips. Jack's breath got caught in his chest, his body overflowing with love as his hands squeezed you tighter against him, getting ready to deepen the kiss when the driver suddenly pulled up the car. 

"We're here" the man announced which quickly snapped the two of you out of the haze you were both deep into. 

You cleared your throat and blushed and Jack licked his lips, getting his wallet and paying for the ride. 

He helped out of the car and kept his hand on the small of your back, escorting you, like the southern gentleman he was. You two entered the building and took the elevator and suddenly you could see Jack tensing up. It was no secret your mom hated him, from the very beginning, even before things went to shit between the two of you. There was something she just couldn't stand about him, maybe the fact he was older, or that he'd been married before, or his manners - despite the fact Jack was a polite man, she still didn't think it was enough. She couldn't stand him and he reciprocated the feeling. During his first marriage, he could never understand all those mother-in-law jokes and why people often said they were as bad as they often did. His first wife's mom was a delight, a sweet woman who treated Jack like a son.

No wonder he kept in touch with her through all the years after his sweetheart passed away, until her lovely mother joined her beloved daughter in heaven; but it was your mom that made Jack learn why so many people talked about mother-in-laws in such a derogatory way. She hated Jack, she did from the start, and he had no other option than to accept and try his hardest to ignore her constant offenses and provocations. So now, he didn't even want to think of what your mom thought of him after Wyatt was born. 

As if you read Jack's thoughts, you touched his cheek, making him look at you 

"It's alright cowboy, if she starts acting out, we'll just leave, don't worry" you assured him and took a deep breath and got yourself back together as the doors opened and you walked to your mom's apartment. 

She'd left the door unlocked - something Whiskey strongly disapproved of for safety matters, of course, after all he was an agent and knew people should be way more careful than they were - and the two of you walked inside. Your mom had Wyatt on her lap, he sniffed as she tried wiping his tears, but his teary eyes were enough evidence she wasn't able to succeed.

"What happened baby?" You rushed to him, a sad expression immediately took your face as your heart tightened in your chest to see your little boy so upset. Wyatt jumped off his grandma's lap, widening eyes and a growing smile on his handsome little face

"Mama! Dada!" He squealed happily and ran towards you and Jack, who knelt just beside you and also opened his arms to welcome him. Wyatt ran to the two of you, feeling the warmth of the safety in being with both his parents, snuggling you both as best as his little arms could reach before looking at you with amusement and adoration at the sight of you with the hat on "cowboy hat mama! Like dada and mine!" He said happily and pointed at the stetson you'd stolen from Jack and grabbed it, placing it on your son's head seeing the happiness in his little eyes.

Jack chuckled and picked him up "well it ain't my favorite little cowboy?" He felt the way Wyatt's arms wrapped around his neck and his heart broke a little to think he could have that every day after coming back from work "were you nice to grandma?" Wyatt saw as his dada raised his eyebrow and immediately nodded, he had behaved well even if grandma's house wasn't fun. Whiskey smiled and tickled his tummy, earning the most lovely giggles from his little boy. 

Your mom shot you the dirtiest look the moment she caught Jack walking into the apartment, but you couldn't care less about it, so you turned your back to her and gave your son attention. 

"What happened to you, love? Grandma said you were upset?" You tilted your head curious to know what could've possibly bothered your son. 

Wyatt looked down and then at his grandma again, unsure if he should say anything at all or not. Jack gently wiped a single tear that ran down his son's beautiful face "it's okay Wyatt, sometimes cowboys get sad too, it ain't a shame to cry, but we can't make our mamas worried, cowboy mamas don't like to be worried about their little cowboys…" he tried reasoning his son, who let out a small giggle at his dad's fun words. 

"Bad dweam mama. Mama was gone and dada was gone" he explained "told gwandma but gwandma said I have no dada because dada no wove Wyatt" 

Jack closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying his best to keep his anger in check, as he shot daggers at his former mother-in-law. He couldn't believe that old bitch had the nerve to say that. Yes, Jack had been a shitty father for the first years of his son's life, but he was back in the picture and there wasn't anyone that old broken cowboy loved more than his son, and his son's mother.

He gently held his son's chin, finding fascinating the contrast between his big, calloused hands on his son's perfect, small face. Jack's thumb stroked his cheek 

"Your dada loves you very much Wyatt. More than anything in the world, and I know I wasn't around for you and mama and that made mama sad, but I'll always be with you two" he pecked his son's forehead and threw his small blanket over his back. Jack's arm snaked around your waist pulling you closer "let's get the two of you home" he informed, ignoring your mom who was speechless to see you so cozy next to him. Wyatt snuggled his dad's neck and closed his eyes, his heart was warm with love and reassurance. 

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As the three of you walked into your apartment, Wyatt was deeply asleep in his father's arms. You smiled to see how Wyatt still his jammies under the blanket and how quick he was able to calm down thanks to Jack. He followed your instructions to tuck Wyatt in and as soon as he came back, with his stetson in hands, you handed him a glass of water "I'm really sorry about my mom… I didn't know she would say something like that. She doesn't like you obviously, but we just always avoided talking about a father figure to Wyatt so we wouldn't break his little heart" Jack nodded in silence "I told her you were back in the picture and that you and I were working to be on good terms, you know, co-parent and be friends… She said it was a bad idea but didn't say anything else, I just didn't think she would be mean to the point of telling her own grandson this shit" you sniffed and Jack pulled you into a tight hug. His hands ran up and down your back, resting his chin on your head 

"It's alright sugar, none of this is your fault. You've been perfect from day one. You've been perfect to me and you were the best girlfriend in the world and you would've been the best wife too, if I hadn't screwed things up… I was so scared, I know it doesn't justify and it never will, but I was scared of trying to build a family and losing it like the first time. I was so deep in my own fears that I hadn't realized I was about to make the worst mistake of my life. I'm really sorry I did this to you, because you had nothing but love to offer me, while I offered you the second place because I was too blind by my grief, but now I see, now that I'm going to therapy, that I'm trying to fix myself, I see that I was scared of letting go of her, of her memory, I was scared I was going to betray her. Until I finally saw that was madness, sugar, because she is gone, she's a beautiful memory and I'll always carry her and our son in a part of my heart, but they belong in the past. I see now you're the love of my life, you've always been, I was just too blind to see it, and I lost you, but I promise I won't grieve you, I'll be here, strong and alive for you and Wyatt, if there's ever a chance of a future with you, even if all I get is visiting on weekends I'll still take it. Nothing will ever change the monstrous thing I did to you, but I want you to know I regret it for the rest of my life" 

Your breath was shaking as you look up at him, you could feel the emotion in his voice, the truth in them and the tears in his eyes. 

"Stay tonight Jack, please… not to have sex, but I want you here" it was all you could offer him and it was already a big deal, the two of you knew it and he only nodded happily, his hand caressing your skin.

"I'll stay for as long as you want me sugar…"

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In the early morning, you woke up to find yourself alone in bed. Jack took his southern manners to the letter and after you fell asleep in his arms, he changed to the couch, so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable. You sighed as your head pounded after drinking so hard the night before, sighing as you remembered everything that went on. The things you shouldn't have done, for example flirt with your ex the whole time, kiss him and wearing his hat and especially ask him to stay the night, because now you'd have to deal with the fact the man was humming happily in your kitchen making you breakfast as a loving husband would. 

You got out of bed and groaned in pain once more, cursing under your breath as you spotted a glass of water and an aspirin. Fuck, Jack was making it very hard for you to hate him. 

The man, on the other hand, was pouring his heart into the meal he was preparing. There were two things little Jack Daniela learned from his mama: breakfast was the most important meal of the day and that the best ingredient one could add is love.

The moment he saw you walking inside the kitchen, his face lit up, glad to know Wyatt was still deeply asleep, so he would have some time alone with you. He placed the frying pan down, flipping the last pancake and walked to you. 

"Morning, sugar" he said in a happy voice as he got closer and leaned in to kiss your lips, but you immediately turned your face away, avoiding his kiss as you looked down. 

"Listen Jack, we need to talk… I'm sorry about last night, I know I led you the wrong way, I flirted and kissed but it was wrong and it shouldn't have happened" you said without much conviction in your voice, as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him, so you cleared your throat and continued "we can't be together, I know you're trying, Jack, you're becoming a better man, but I have a boyfriend now and you will always be the man who abandoned me and our son" you sighed sadly "I was just giving into my desires…"

Jack immediately gripped your hips, pulling you closer, a desperate look on his face, he was hurt and you could see it in his eyes 

"Desire, that's the right word, sugar. You desire me, you want me, why do you still deny it? We love each other" he said, stroking your cheek, swallowing hard and giving you the saddest eyes you'd ever seen. "We can be a happy family… you, me, our son and if you want to we can even try for a little girl, I promise I'll be around, I want to be a husband to you and a father to our son…"

"You're out of your mind, Jack, I would never be with you again, I would never be crazy to let you get me pregnant again! You made me go away! You told me to get rid of my son! I've fallen for you once, but I won't anymore. Yes, I had desire for you, because you are the kind of guy that's good for a drunk fuck and nothing else, Jack. I had to learn the hard way guys like you are meant to be fucked and guys like Frankie are meant to be married"

Jack immediately let go of your body, looking down in shame and sniffed, nodding and turning his back to you. Jack's pride was hurt, and his heart was shattered. He knew you would take your distance once you sobered up, but he didn't think you would regress so much. You were back at fighting and accusing each other, and he was tired of that. 

"Mama! Dada!" Wyatt squealed happily as he watched his mommy and daddy in the kitchen, his small tummy growling with hunger at the delicious smell. 

"Dada, you made pancakes for me? Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He squealed adorably and jumped into Jack's arms, who held his son tight against his chest, snuggling him, and pecked his son's cheek gently, you knew Jack was a fearless man when he was on his missions, but now, he avoided staring at you, so you wouldn't see the tears that threatened to spill out of his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. 

You didn't even know why you'd said that, but you needed to make sure Jack would keep his hands to himself, you didn't want to be a fool for the second time and he had no right to try and seduce you with a baby talk. Jack wasn't meant to be a father and you'd been nice enough to let him be around Wyatt. On the other hand, you had never thought of marrying Frankie, that made no sense, all you knew was that you wanted to hurt Jack and it seemed like you achieved your goal.

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A/N: How dare reader say those things to Jack??? Why can't they be together already 😭😭😭😭

[blueandbetaraptors]

Here’s the story!

Bucky is at the tower when Peter comes back from patrol. Pete comes down with food poisoning. He and Clint help Pete through.

@constant_bi_panic ;)

It was a long day of fighting dumb people, stopping robbies and saving cats from trees, Peter parkercwas exhausted.

“Hey Karen.” Peter calls to his AI.

“Yes Peter?” she responds.

“What time is it?”

“It is currently 11:00 pm.”

“Guess its time to head back.” he swings off toward the avengers tower. May was out of town for a few weeks so Tony invited him to stay at the tower. However Tony got called away on a Stark Industry thingy so he was away with pepper and Morgan, they decided to make it a family trip after the assignment was done. So Peter was staying with Steve, bucky, Clint and Natasha at the tower.

Peter swung into the tower. It was no surprise that they were all still up.

“Hey Mr.clint, Mr.barnes, Nat, Mr. Captian America.”

“Hey! what’s with the Mr! It’s Clint bud!” Clint says

“You can call me Steve.” Cap responds.

“It’s Bucky kid.” Says Buck as he doesn’t look up from the magazine he’s reading.

“How was Patrol Pete?” Natasha asked.

“It was good Nat, helped people, rescued some cats and also got a free hotdog, well I bought two and the third he just gave to me!” He responded.

“Hey! Why do you call her nat and the rest of us so formal?” Clint calls.

Peter doesn’t respond and Nat chuckles.

“I..I’m gonna get to bed, gotta long day of working on my suit in Mr.Starks lab and then patrol and then homework and some other randomness.” Pete says trying to escape the uncomfortable chat.

“Alright we’ll get some rest, we are around if you need anything son.” Steve responds as Peter starts to leave the room.

Once Peter gets to his room he starts to feel an uncomfortable feeling start up in his stomach.

‘man, maybe three hotdogs was a bad idea.’ He thought even tho three wasn’t typical a problem with his advanced metabolism.

Peter gets into bed and passes out into a deep sleep. However, it’s not long before an angry growl wakes Peter.

‘Huh?’ Then his stomach growls angry and he gets hit with a stomach cramp

‘Ow!’ Peter grabs curls into his stomach as the pain sears through his stomach.

FRIDAY speaks out,

“Peter’s I detect signs of distress, would you like me to get you some assistance?”

“N..no I’m ok F..Friday.” Peter stammers despite the pain growing worse.

Peter’s stomach growled angrily and Peter jumps to his feet and bolts to the toilet as the hotdogs and the rest of his dinner makes a second appearance. He grips the toilet bowl so hard he almost cracks it as he lurches forward heaving his insides out. Peter tries to breath another thick gush of hot thick rush of vomit pours out. Peter strains for a breath through the relentless vomiting.

FRIDAY calls out

“Shall I alert someone to your distress?”

“N..no.. no Friday.. I…I’ll be ok.” Peter coughs as he fights to get control of his stomach.

“As you wish but if you become unconscious or your vitals become unstable I will have to get you help.” FRIDAY reminds.

Peter doesn’t respond but coughs into the toilet. Shakily he flushes the toilet and gets to the sink and rinses his mouth.

He tries to walk but he’s grasped with another painful cramp.

Peter knew he needed some help.

“Friday?” He calls weakly as he sits on the edge of his bed.

“Yes Peter?”

“Who’s awake?”

“At this time Sargent Barnes is on the couch currently watching a documentary on tv, shall I alert him of your condition?” FRIDAY asks.

“N..o, I’ll go to him.” Peter says as he forces himself to his feet, his knees weak.

He stumbles to the living room and sees the glow of the TV, the sound low but enough that Peter’s super hearing can pick up the sounds.

“M..Mr..Mr Barnes..I.im sorry to bother you.” Peter says, his voice trembling slightly.

“Peter? What are you doing awake at 4 am?” Bucky says when he hears Peter’s voice.

“I..I don’t feel good an…and I think I need help.” He says

“You don’t feel good? What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, concern creeping into his face. Bucky gets up and meets Peter where he’s at.

“I…I threw up a..and my stomach.. it’s cramping really bad. Ahh.” Peter gasps as he’s hit with another cramp, leaning forward. Bucky immediately reaches out to grab his shoulders to make sure he doesn’t pass out.

“Here, sit down.” Bucky says as he gently guides Peter into the couch. “Do you need a bucket?” Bucky asks once Peter was sitting down.

Peter can only nod. Bucky quickly grabs a trash bin and brings it, setting it down in front of Peter. It’s only a few seconds before Peter is grabbing the can and heaving violently. Buckys metal hand rubs his back while his other hand feels for a fever.

“You’re a bit warm Pete.”

“S..sorry Mr.barnes.” Peter apologizes before another heave interrupts him.

“It’s Bucky kid, and it’s ok.”

Bucky then hears footprints coming, he looks up to see a half awake Clint.

“Is everything ok?” Clint asks as he yawns.

“Pete’s sick, I think it’s food poisoning.”

“Food poisoning? Man that sucks, cooper had it once and that was a lot of cleanup afterwards, need any help?” Clint asks as he walks over and squats down in front of Peter.

“Nah, I’m used to this, used to nurse Steve back to health before he got the serum.” Bucky responds, not taking his eyes off Peter he was panting trying to stay calm.

Clint touches his forehead.

“Low grade temp too, let me run to medbay and see if banner has any medication that could be helpful.” Clint offers as he stands up.

“Thanks Clint.” Bucky responds as feels peters forehead too.

“How you feeling Pete?” Bucky responds as Clint walks away.

“Tired… my stomach still hurts… can’t keep anything down.” Peter mumbles as he tries to lay down and Bucky gently eases Peter’s head onto his lap and without thinking he

Starts to comb his fingers through Peter’s brown curly hair. He pauses when he realizes what he’s doing but Peter speaks up

“Hm that’s nice.” Bucky chuckles a little and goes back to running his hands through his hair. After a few minutes Peter is out cold. Bucky never could imagine himself after being pardoned as the winter soldier that he would find himself apart of the avengers and caring for a sick super teen. Quiet feet approach and buck looks over to see Clint walking in with a few different medications.

“He asleep?”

Bucky responds with a nod, “ya few minutes ago, says he’s struggling to keep things down.”

“Well I found some of Steve’s meds that should work for him.” Clint responds as he puts the bottles down.

Suddenly Pete stirs.

“Peter? You ok?” Bucky asks but before Peter can respond he’s met with Peter heaving and before Peter can get away from buckys lap he violently throws up all over him. Peter, mortified and coherent, pushes himself weakly from Bucky.

“O..oh my gosh.. I..I’m so..so sorry Mr.b..Barnes I..I’ll get some towels… I..I wa..wanted to warn you..” Peter stammers as he tries to get to his feet but the minute Peter puts his full weight on his legs, they go weak, Bucky doesn’t hesitate to lunge forward grabbing his upper arm holding him. Clint immediately rushes over and grabs Peter and lowers him back onto the couch, away from the sick.

“Stay put Peter, we will clean it, the last thing you should be doing is cleaning up your own sick.” Clint says as he kneels by Peter’s leg and takes a cloth and wipes his face off.

“Let me help buck clean up and then we will get you all set and try some medications.” Clint follows up.

Peter nods, still shocked by what happened.

Clint pats his knee and gets up, Bucky is rubbing a a rag on his pants trying to clean off the sick.

“Go take a shower and throw the close in the washer machine, I’ll stay with Pete till you get back.” Clint says, not really giving Bucky a choice.

“You sure?” He asks.

“Positive, besides you probably feel gross wearing that. Trust me, try stomach flu at the Barton house, probably showered 4 times in 6 hours.” Clint says with a small chuckle.

“Ya, you’re not wrong. Thanks Clint.” With that, Bucky walks off to shower and change, his heart aching for Peter.

“I..is Mr.barnes mad.. I really didn’t mean to throw..throw up on him.” Peter says, fighting back tears.

“Hey now, no one is mad, Bucky is just gonna go get a shower and change and he will come right back. Besides, it’s not your fault that your stomach is sick,plus it’s better out than in. Do you know how many times you’ve thrown up?” Clint asks as he squats by Pete again.

“I…i don’t know.. I..I woke up with stomach cramps then rushed to the bathroom.. i think like 4 times before I went and found Bucky.”

“Hm, and it’s about three since you found Bucky. Peter do you think you can try drinking some water?” Clint asks.

“I..I don’t know.”

“Try, please?” Clint asks again as he grabs the cup of water and the trashcan.

Peter nods hesitantly but it’s not long before Peter throws up the small bit of water.

“Peter’s vitals are showing signs of dehydration, medical advice is to administer IV fluids to help regain fluid intake unit oral is unavailable.” FRIDAY rings out.

“You sure he’s bad enough for that FRIDAY?” Bucky asks as he walks back in, wearing clean clothes.

“Affirmative Sargent Barnes. Peter’s vitals are showing he’s experiencing mild dehydration which can impact his health and he won’t be able to recover fast, and this rate of vomiting he will only get worse without IV fluids.” FRIDAY responds.

“Alright kid, looks like we are taking a trip to MedBay.” Bucky says as he walks over to Peter.

“I’m sure I’ll be ok without the medbay.” Peter tries to downplay his symptoms.

“I know you think you will be, but trust me, Dehydration is no joke.” Clint responds as he offers him a hand to help him stand.

Peter tries to stand but his legs won’t hold him, he starts to fall and Clint quickly grabs him to keep him from hitting the floor. Bucky immediately steps in and picks Peter up bridle carry and starts walking to the medbay, his long legs making it easy to get there faster. Clint keeps up walking beside them. They arrive and Bucky lays Peter on an exam table. Clint goes and finds the IV kits and grabs one and some other needed supplies.

“Who do you want to do it?” Clint asks holding a pair of gloves.

“B..bucky.” Peter says quietly.

Bucky nods and takes the gloves from Clint and puts them on and makes quick work of getting the IV in. Clint adjusts the drip rate and pulls out a syringe.

“Wh..what’s that?” Peter asks a bit nervous.

“It’s a medication to help with all the nausea, plus it will also help you sleep.” Clint responds as he slowly injects it into the IV line.

Peter nods and closes his eyes.

“I’m gonna go get some things done, try to rest, If you need me just ask Friday and she will alert me.” Clint says as he pats Peter’s leg.

“Bucky?” Peter calls after Clint strolls out.

“Yes Pete?”

“A..are you gonna stay?”

“If you want me to, sure.” Bucky says as he walks up to the bed.

“Ye..yes please,’Peter ask hesitantly. ‘Unless you have something else you need to do, I’m sure I’ll be ok.” Peter adds.

“I’ve got nothing to do bud, I’ll stay as long as you need me too.” Bucky sits down by Peter. Things go quiet and Bucky looks over and Peter was quietly sleeping.

“Friday? How’s he doing?” Buckys asks quietly.

“Peter’s vitals are stable and he is hydrating nicely.” She responds just as quiet.

Meanwhile Clint finishes up the last of his new arrows and he walks back to medbay, the sight, makes him smile and laugh a little. On the medical bed, buck is passed out with Peter resting against his side using the metal arm as a pillow.

“Pss, Friday, take a picture and send it to me.” Clint whispers then leaves the room, turning the lights out.

Clint walks out

“What a great team.” And goes to the living room and turns on the Tv.

[wowthatsextra]

I'm in the episode where Maddie and Chimney meet for the first time while some guys from the 118 are helping her move. Both Eddie and Chimney carry stuff to the kitchen and Maddie tells Buck "He's so cute." Buck thinks she's talking about Eddie and goes, yeah he gets that a lot but you should meet his kid

Now, I don't appreciate the general but also racially motivated running joke that Chimney is unattractive (which the writing validates and deconstructs, so I am not blaming the show itself) but other than that it's so funny that Buck automatically assumes if she's talking about a cute guy it's Eddie and he also has the answer ready that Eddie isn’t dating bc of his kid (which he called a "weak excuse" a few episodes before)

All I'm saying is, I get why y'all are collecting buddie crumbs for years (i am also so excited for madney)

[theotherbuckley]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @nmcggg @underwaterninja13 @saybiwithme @your-catfish-friend @jesuisici33 @cal-daisies-and-briars @perfectlysunny02 @hippolotamus @wikiangela @smilingbuckley @diazsdimples @dangerpronebuddie @tizniz

How many works do you have on ao3?

18

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

92,593 !

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1 currently (previously criminal minds and lucifer)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos:

1. Because You're Exhausting 10K words (917 kudos) 2. Pancakes, kisses, and a little bit of TLC 4.8K words bucktommy (890 kudos) 3. I'll Take Care of You 5.1K words | buddie (879 kudos) 4. Cow Eyes 2.2K words | buddie (720 kudos) 5. Tripped and Fell 5.8K | buddie | E (464 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes💜 i try to respond to them all but sometimes i forget and then i feel bad because i get another comment and i cant respond to it because i didn't respond to the previous one but by then an extend period of time has passed and i feel weird about replying to the previous comment so i stop responding... oops.. also that time i go a few hate comments and it made me stop responding to comments on that fic

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Because You're Exhausting - uhhhh this is depression in 10K words its so fucking sad and you will need tissues and most of the comments on this fic are people telling me they cried so... yeah sorry about this (read the tags please for the love of god read the notes there's a lot of trigger warnings)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

There are quite a few with good happy endings but I'm especially fond of Cow Eyes i think its silly and cute

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah kinda - Because You're Exhausting has got a few mostly about the ending which i to an extent can understand but if you're going to be triggered by something please for the love of god READ THE WARNINGS IN THE NOTES - i don't wanna spoil everything but the tags on its own should have been enough to go hey maybe i should read the notes too asjkdaj so yeah a few hate comments on that

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! didn't for the longest time but yes yes I do :)

10. Craziest crossover?

I don't write crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope i think if i ever did id be so honoured I'd cry

13. Have you co-written a fic before?

currently writing one with @diazsdimples <3

14. All time favorite ship?

Buddie!!! (but I am really enjoying bucktommy atm)

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Healing fic is killing me rn - I may write a lot lot of angst but seeing buck so happy on my screen is making me struggle to write depressed buck but I will write it but also uni is killing me rn. this fic is over 17K so far with no end in sight so is by far my longest which I think is why its so hard

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at writing depressing shit

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Like the rest? Idk I struggle with dialogue tags and switching from dialogue to prose I think

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love it but too scared to do it because I just speak English. But I love pet names etc in other languages.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

I think Sherlock bbc on wattpad when I was a kid and then Lucifer first on ao3. Looking back these are pretty trash idk what I was thinking but we all start somewhere.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hmmm good question. Even though Because You're Exhausting is so sad I really do like it. Also running from myself (and the memories of you) (12K) which is also depressed!Buck but it's lighter and has a happy ending. Also both my chronic pain!Buck fics make me happy. Idk this is hard I can't choose.

I won't tag anyone since most people have done it but if you wanna do it then consider this your tag!

[dangerpronebuddie]

Maggie id love to hear directors commentary on ANY BTHB fic! They’re all so good!! Also giving you a star in case you wanna talk about another fic as well ⭐️

(not me answering a day late 😅)

Bazza you're giving me too much freedom here lol.

For BTHB, I'm gonna go with... Severed Artery.

It is frustrating to write. I've never done a whump quite like it. Researching what's done for severed arteries beyond the actual repair is infuriating. I guess I don't ask google the right questions 😅. It never understands me.

Beyond the actual injury though, this fic has become more about fatherhood than whump. I'm not mad about it though! And since it takes place before 7x10, and most of 7x09, I don't have to acknowledge all of... That™. I do get to showcase Eddie being a good dad, Buck being a good dad, Bobby being a good dad... Still up in the air about Ramon though. I like him, I like that he and Eddie were trying to mend fences, but I am livid he didn't at least suggest Chris staying to work things out. (Mind you, it's pretty in character- the Diazes run). Anyway.

And a certain breakup I have planned is superb if I do say so myself 😁.

I'd give you a director's cut of another fic, but I think instead, I'll give you a little snippet (psst, @tizniz look! I wrote more pain! 😁)

“Are you going to the hospital?” Helena asks next. Buck shakes his head. “I need to talk to Christopher.” “That is not your job,” she snips. He can't be mad at her protest. Grief, to the Diazes, always emerged as anger. Buck didn't understand it, in the early days, like during a fight in a grocery store or the cold shoulder when he came back to work. But a broken door, and a broken man, let Buck truly see Eddie, and the pain beneath the facade. “It is,” Buck says calmly. Ramon tugs on his wife's hand. “Let's go see our son. Buck's got Christopher.” Helena turns away and Buck mouths a thank you to Ramon before joining Chris and Maddie. He seems okay, but, like his father (and Buck, he's come to realize), he has a habit of hiding his emotions. But he can see in the slight furrow of his brow and the hunch of his shoulders that he's terrified. Buck knows the feeling. He sits in one of the folding chairs so he can be eye level with Chris. Chris looks at Buck with wide, shining eyes. Buck envelopes him in a hug, squeezing his eyes shut against his own tears. "What happened? No one will tell me," Chris sniffles. Buck takes a breath and leans away enough to look at him. “Your dad got hurt, bud. Stabbed. We're not sure why yet. But he's with the doctors now. He's in good hands.” “Is he gonna be okay?” Chris asks, sounding so young and scared. He understands the gravity of the situation a lot more now. Buck wishes he didn't. He wishes he had bubble wrap to keep the kid safe forever. “I wish I knew,” he says honestly. He doesn't know anything beyond the fact Eddie still had a pulse when they wheeled him into the ambulance. That can change in a matter of seconds. A tear escapes and runs down Chris' face. Buck cups his cheek and gives a weak smile. “Remember: no matter what happens, we are going to be okay.”

[youreavicioustrollop]

S5 E6: Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1

i love this song so much. great music cue for putting us in a prison. love the attempts at quip-i-ness for this as a workplace.

setting a fire in a prison after you disable the fire suppression system seems like a Bad Idea for all parties involved. like i know you need a distraction but c'mon. fuck around with fire and you're very likely to get burned!

ah, we're back to the morality question that firefighters Help Everyone no matter their guilt!!! it's a good one. everyone deserves care! ooooh, buck and eddie being the first two out with an injured prisoner and are told to wait for the escort! (and then they get one? if it is really police escort?) oh, getting to the infirmary within the prison is also good! the shackled guy isn't a prisoner, it's a guard! dun dun daaa! so where are those prisoners? HMMMM? maybe in the ambulance with buck and eddie? well, if he's pulling a gun on buck trying to answer the radio, probably not a proper escort! dun dun DA again!

this is the dude that was outside looking up at the sky! i'm assuming he's our Main Plot Man. buck being the one who acts out when he brings out the picture of chris is SOOOOO!!!!!! it's so HIM <3333. he is not cut out for a hostage situation like eddie is. Stoic Eddie. :(

athena i know as bobby's wife he's your first priority but him being in the prison is not the worst thing right now! buck and eddie are literally being held hostage!

oh okay, bobby proving me wrong. "i have been a firefighter for nearly three decades, and trust me when I say there is not a locked room anywhere that the right tools and enough time can't break open." that's a mic drop!!!!!!!!

ooooh, the transponder (and their cell phones and stuff??) is on the side of the road here!

"i kept him alive" okay, so the dude doesn't want to be a killer? but according to what athena and elaine are saying they've both literally killed people? hmm. the plot thickens. helpful neighbor!

Ravi volunteering to go with bobby! they're gonna make him look like not a firefighter!

aww, hen chatting with the doc about chim. he's complimenting her! talking about med school! yes you CAN, hen!

intubation! buck is surprised they're actually at an ER. so am I, frankly, even though i've seen clips from this episode and know they end up here. "pretty boy stays with me" eddie getting called a pretty boy???? please tell me this is not the only time this happens. he IS a pretty boy. calling buck the kid, though... :( only bobby can say that in a nice way.

buck talking back is ALSO not surprising. "Just go, or i'll shoot you. or better yet i shoot him, then i find his kid and i shoot him too." saying this without even Knowing it's literally buck's weak spot. or, well, he did speak out on the side of the road immediately when the picture of chris came out, so maybe he intuited very well! (he rolled a nat 20, if you will) Eddie's little "buck" with the appeasing look! so good in tense situations. they make a good team. :)))

oooh! this is a fun surprise! an empty ER! and they're getting accosted by police! poor buck. "he's still in the ambulance. with Eddie." oooh, at least athena figured out! "guess this wasn't part of your 27 step plan" "how'd they find us so fast?" i mean, even though you took the transponder out, it is a very unique ambulance that has 118 in very large letters on the side and the roof. also athena figured out your motive.

his son is in the ICU! aww, eddie assumed he'd force his way up the list at gunpoint, but he wants to give him his own heart!

Ravi in bloody prisoner clothes. :(((( and you know bobby knows that ravi will fit in better being a person of color. :(((( which is why he can just walk away.

"just like they taught you in home ec class" "i took shop" beloved lesbian henrietta wilson. <3 and she did an excellent job! laughing gas is working! which, this is a kind of bananas plan, but i'm glad it worked! smart!

mitchell is still forcing the issue! buck saying it's a technicality and athena saying it's a law. i mean, Morally!!! i am assuming this is true about prisoners not being able to be organ donors and that's so fucked up. i wonder if it's just a california thing or if it's in lots of states. HMM. i can see how learning that would influence a writer to put together this episode! love this woke shit!

sassy eddie!!!! stop moving around, the police will think the ambulance moving means shit's going down and will breach. shut the hell up.... so i can help you. DAD TO DAD!

bobby like ... but if buck is there than eddie must be next to him???

eddie brainstorming buck will help! by getting his girlfriend to help! but mitchell is saying he doesn't want the public knowing his son is his son! the cycle of sons taking after fathers, and breaking the cycle! love this squaring up between mitchell and eddie. a kind of promise between them that they both mean it!

AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! buck's crazy run outside!!!! eddie's frantic compressions to keep his heart pumping!!! aaaaaahhhh! i love everyone outside this ambulance!

eddie talking to the mom!!!! eddie you're the Best.

what the fuck is a commutation? okay, i looked it up, and i'm not sure i properly understand, but Okay, Sure.

hen is changed and eddie's still in his turnouts???? okay, sure. love them all waiting around in different spots.

bobby's gonna take ravi out for breakfast because it'll be loud!

taylor hugging buck when he gets home!!! she's such a good girlfriend. properly worried but not freaking out about it.

eddie coming home to christopher!!!!!! that's soooooo sweeeeet.