#can believe we get excited for Halloween Buck

[buckbeforeyou]

just when I thought this show couldn’t get more unserious, Buck has a FULL BLOWN MUMMY CURSE THAT GIVES HIM FACE BOILS, I couldn’t make this shit up even if I tried

[bucktommyscones]

Okay in honor of the potential 8x06 date, BuckTommy? Would they do costumes on Halloween? If so, separate or couples? What would they be?

Oooooh. I think Buck would have to promise Tommy an assortment of sexual favors to get him to dress up, but Buck would be all for that too of course.

It would have to be a couple's costume. Buck wouldn't allow anything less. He gets the clipboard out and they head to like ten Party Cities to find the perfect one and Tommy drives to every single one because Evan's excited and he's so adorable about it.

All right, I'm writing a ficlet about this. Sorry.

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"All of them are terrible," Evan laments, looking at the array of couple's costumes at the fifth Party City they've been to in two days. Tommy can't quite believe he's spent most of his 48 off looking for Halloween costumes, but he supposes that's what happen when you're in love with a total dork.

"Hey," Evan pokes him in the shoulder. "Are you listening to me?"

"There aren't any good couple's costumes and it's very homophobic," Tommy says and Evan's face brightens like it always does when Tommy makes it clear that, despite the occasional craziness, Tommy always listens to him.

Evan throws his hands up. "Exactly. I'm sorry I dragged you around like this," he says miserably. "I just can't find anything that will be good enough to go to dinner at Micelli's on Halloween."

"Baby," Tommy says gently. "Why do you want to go there so badly? There are a hundred different restaurants in LA we could go to for Halloween."

Evan shrugs. "Because it's our six-month anniversary. And that date was going really well, before I, you know, was an idiot-"

"Hey," Tommy chides. "Don't talk about my boyfriend like that."

Evan rolls his eyes but has a fond grin rolling the corners of his lips up. "Okay, okay. But anyway. I don't know, I guess I want to turn it into a good memory instead of a supremely awkward one."

Tommy has to kiss him about that, so he does. "You're very sweet. Come on, let's go home and put Bridgerton on and comb through Pinterest some more. We'll find something."

Evan narrows his eyes at him. "For someone that didn't even want to do this, you're being very supportive about it."

"Yeah, well, I love a dork. What can you do?"

Evan does exactly what Tommy had hoped he would do: he laughs and snags Tommy's hand, turning to head to the front door of the store.

"I love you too. Okay, Bridgerton it is....wait!"

Tommy almost bumps into his back. "What?"

Evan turns to him again. "Bridgerton! Oh my God, babe, you're a genius!"

"We're going to go as two of the guys from Bridgerton, aren't we?"

Evan grabs his face and smacks a kiss to his mouth. "Yep! Let's go thrifting for costumes?"

Tommy sighs. "Lead on, Benedict."

[buddiebeginz]

I think everyone is entitled to feel how they do about the show and there’s definitely been episodes I haven’t liked (and I’ve made that known) but I also think sometimes we as a fandom get too into voicing our issues with the show and forget just how much work goes into it.

I think we need to appreciate that we have so many people involved with the show who genuinely seem to love it and love creating it and aren’t just doing it for a job. There’s also so many people involved with the show who have shown support for our ship which is such a rarity for a non canon queer ship.

Oliver has been the most out spoken and supportive person for Buddie pretty much since the beginning of people shipping them. Oliver also seemed really excited about last nights ep, likely because it was a mostly fun Halloween ep where Buck had a lot of focus (as did Buddie). I can’t help but wonder what he feels today coming online seeing all the hate for the episode. And this isn’t an uncommon occurrence. I’ve been in the Buddie fandom for years and our fandom has a bad habit of hating on eps when they don’t have a lot of Buddie or they showcase other love interests.

Like I said in the beginning I do believe everyone has the right to have their feelings about the show and to voice them but I also think we should take other things into consideration especially now that we are likely very close to Buddie canon. We want the cast especially Oliver and Ryan to want to stay with the show for as long as it’s on. We don’t just want Buddie to happen and for one or both of them to leave. But if we keep trashing the work they do I can imagine them wanting to get away from the negativity at some point. I’m not saying don’t criticize the show when it deserves it because there have been times where it definitely does and I have spoken out too. But I also think we need to be more vocal about the love we have for the show and for the work everyone puts into it. There has to be more of a balance.

[fictionalreads]

9-1-1 Season 8 Episode 5

Wilson Family

THEY ARE SO CUTE! AND THEY INCLUDED JEE!!

They went ALL out for these costumes

Karen why you tryna guilt trip her? I mean I get it but it’s the job. You’ve always known that.

Now Karen she has a point. It’s not right for her to take off and Chimney has to work. Especially after what he did for y’all with Mara.

You acting like they asking you to take a class full of kids that you don’t know. The most problems you’ll have is probably from Jee just cause she’s so little and will get super excited and need constant supervision. The other two are older and can work with you.

Athena

Athena? Telling ghost stories?

Oh fatal accident stories. Makes much more sense now.

So they’re just allowed to have their phones out in class now?

OH SHIT IT WAS THE TWO GIRLS FROM THAT CLASS

118

A haunted House? But it’s probably gonna be little kids let’s not go too scary.

Actually these kids are so desensitized it’s probably fine.

Buck is that Eddie’s outfit from the bachelor party?

LMAO Eddie you are not scary.

BUCK WHY😂😂 You should’ve just passed out the candy and moved him!

Buck

We got shirtless Buck.

WE GOT SHIRTLESS BUCK!

I mean not to objectify him or anything, I’m just a thirsty bitch.

Of course Eddie is there with him.

Tommy!

Oh Tommy have you not been introduced to Buck’s conspiracy side?

Awe. Tommy taking care of Buck. But why are they downstairs? He messed up his shoulder not his legs.

AHAHAHAHAHA Tommy’s reaction 😂😂

😂😂 “probably will clear up by shift he says”

Buck we gotta get that shit off your face baby. It keeps distracting me.

LAMP Eddie and Tommy are like “here we go again with the curse shit”

I lowkey love that even though Tommy clearly doesn’t believe in this shit he’s humoring Buck.

Emergencies

Um. Could they not break the pumpkin?

Oh there’s something else wrong.

But could they not have cut it from the beginning?

LMAO JUST LIKE THAT BUCK

This Halloween montage is hilarious.

This vice principle needs to chill. HE’S CHASING THEM FOR EGGING HIS HOUSE?!

I knew it was coming but DENNY!!

He better not die.

Miscellaneous

126? Was that a subtle nod to 9-1-1 Lone Star?

I miss Chris. Why is he not back? Am I missing some info from behind the scenes? I don’t keep up with that. Somebody let me know please.

118 group chat confirmation. Have we had confirmation before? I can’t remember.

NOT EDDIE BEING ALL ALONE

[deluweil]

originally i was excited about the ep titled "performance anxiety" maybe having part of its theme including buck being anxious about returning to work after his [spec'd] injury.

i thought it would be an interesting contrast to s3 where he was so amped to get back on the job, no matter the cost (and then embolism, which ultimately got him benched and instigated the whole feeling betrayed/lawsuit debacle). like if this time, he was a bit anxious that some "other shoe" (similar to the embolism) would drop that would render him unable to do his job again. unlikely, i just thought it would be an interesting thing to explore and a bit unexpected/different than what we've seen from buck before.

[spoilers] given we've seen oliver in uniform in bts pics for 6x13, i'm no longer inclined to believe that the above could be the case, (but i do believe buck will get injured at the end of 6x10 and he will be recovering in 6x12, "recovery"). however, i do think it would be funny if--before he returns to work--there was some sort of callback to s3 in the form of someone toying with the idea of a "welcome back" party and buck (or someone else who has 3x01 flashbacks) is like, "NO." no parties! no cakes!! not this time.

Hi! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me 🤗

I was hoping that performance anxiety would be about Buck getting back to work. But, I think that's still possible because even though he gets back to work there might be things he'd be wary of doing. Like if he got hurt on the aerial, maybe getting up there again would be scary for him.

In 5x08, Eddie was already back to work, but he still freezes shaking after the explosion that took the room on the 3rd floor of the hospital and Buck had to take over reporting to dispatch.

In my opinion we have a lot of s1 parallels this season, so we may get a parallel to Buck in S1 after he lost a victim on the rollercoaster and didn't want to pull the maneuver, until Bobby sent him up so he can get his confidence back.

So even if Buck is back at work, performance anxiety is still a real thing.

It is possible, of course, that it may just revolve around strangers' calls like that non-existent Halloween episode from s5, or it may have something to do with Eddie (maybe) dating again, it can be a lot of things, but Buck is the more plausible one. We'll see 😊

As for the cake thing, Buck got back to a cold firehouse after the lawsuit, so I'm kind of hoping he will finally get the celebration he deserves. 🙏✨️🙏

[koqabear]

i finished it a while ago and was excited about talking abt it with u but my wifi went out all of a sudden LMAO buttttttt anyways, it came back like super late and now im writing this at like midnight. i have so much to say but so little at the same time bcs im literally just shocked. like pure shock. that was SUCH a rollercoaster??? and since you're tagging these asks as spoilers,, im gonna say it. i did NOT expect oc to kill yeonjun. like it was in the back of my head like "maybe..." bcs it kept on being mentioned about how the jacket was heavy but i dismissed it UGH i should've seen that coming.

and beomgyu literally abt to kill oc, with no sign of hesitation (chills)? APPLAUSE. i've read so many yandere fics and so much romanticize that sickness .. then characterize it as dark romance. ofcourse i get that has its own fans but i do appreciate ones that are more on the realistic side with these psychos (ik this more of a psychological thriller too so ig it was a given for that to be the direction, but still THANK YOU). like hes insane enough and therefore hes capable of killing oc bcs he doesnt see her as a human being at all. so again, I really appreciate that aspect </3

then yeonjun. yeonjun and his fake moral compass. he was trying so hard to hold onto that humanity that he thought he had, and he kept on believing he was superior to others (especially beomgyu in the fic) and it was just...conveyed so well? that final breakthrough at the end when oc tells him hes no better than gyu, and he just...breaks? like he's telling himself hes not, while also trying to kill oc...just like gyu. The ascends to madness was so properly conveyed in that last scene, even though its been implied throughout the whole story that he basically has some sort of inner conflict and lost his moral compass wayyyy earlier. the last part really hit it in the nail, which is just so right for an ending scene.

the last part i want to touch on was the way you utilized oc's pov in the stalker part of the story. its the way i knew beomgyu and yeonjun were the ones literally hiding cameras in her room and have sick fantasies of wanting to own her, yet even with that background knowledge i still suspected soobin. and i still trusted beomjun. MAYBE IT WAS JUST ME??? but idk bro, i was so mad at myself when i pieced everything together the same time oc did. i seriously need to watch out, being gullible will be the death of me T-T but even me being super gullible aside, i think your writing is what really made me doubt soobin the way oc did.. i for sure thought we had another yandere on the loose LMAO.

okay now last last part I PROMISSEEE. i just really like the way you wrote how yeonjun/beomgyu broke her down then used her vulnerability to their advantage. its so sick but its such an easy trap to fall into. like obviously this is fiction and therefore it might be more on the extreme side but the tactics they used are just found literally in everyday abusive relationships and i especially liked how you touched upon the fact that extreme dependency can truly be the downfall of someone. and vulnerability, vulnerability was such a big part of the story!!

so, just last comment towards you. i know you worked hard on it and i wrote this entire essay basically to just emphasize that it paid off. i'm 100% sure you're proud of the work and i truly want you to be PROUDER. this was really, really, really good. i sat down, and read through the entire thing without feeling bored, always on the edge of my seat, enjoying your professional but almost casual way of using words (its literally genius the way you write), and truly this was such a perfect halloween post. thank you for writing, seriously. i honestly wish youd get a few bucks out of this (and im more than willing to give a couple IM BEING FRL) </3

one question since this is basically not an actual ask and me just ranting about how much i love your work: do you think you'll pursue writing professionally? have you thought about it? have you taken classes ? i wanna knowwwww

I’ll address a lot of specific points below, thank you so much! <3

(killing off Yeonjun) -It’s sick, but killing yj off was my favorite part! I knew immediately that this story would be dark, and what better way to end off such an intense scene than giving yj what he deserves? I really hope I was able to catch you guys off guard with that, but I made sure to subtly lead up to it with the jacket thing!!  (Beomgyu + thoughts on the term “yandere”)

-THANK YOU! Lemme just say, thriller holds such a special place in my heart, and making Beomgyu a fucked up character just allowed me to sneak in that action packed scene at the end haha

I was afraid of writing this story initially— the term “yandere” has taken on many different connotations and meanings, some more romanticized than others. My intent was never to paint such a relationship in a happy or cute light— even if they did have their little honeymoon stage where all was “right”, it’s still a toxic and horrible relationship; it’s always bound to fall apart in the end. Plus, Beomgyu and Yeonjun just became so insatiable that simply having her there was never enough— they needed to control her too. 

(Yeonjun + what if mc didn’t put on bg’s jacket?)

-Yeonjun was able to get away with being the better of the two throughout the whole story— so to hear that he wasn’t above everyone else like he so desperately believed, and from the mc no less— it felt like all his efforts were tumbling down, that no matter how hard he tried, it would never be good enough— which was a struggle he had to deal with all his life— it just completely broke the last bit of rationality that he had within him. 

Had the mc not put on bg’s jacket, Yeonjun would’ve killed her, then killed himself shortly after—they would only be discovered weeks later after their families reported them missing, a gruesome scene that would’ve destroyed all their relatives; Soobin’s body would’ve been found soon after, judging by the fact that the evidence is still in the cabin and intact. 

(Soobin the decoy lmao)

-God I feel so proud that I was able to fool some people at least! Soobin’s persisting affection was a key to making it all convincing— those passing comments, all the coddling and endless attempts to woo her, beomjun saw that and used it to their benefit. 

(Use of vulnerability)

-From the start, the mc was already a pretty vulnerable character; she was already away from home with no one else but Yeonjun— which only made her lean into him more and trust him. And because Beomgyu was quick to pick up on that, he knew that the only way to get her more dependent on them was to make her more vulnerable, with her last resort being them; of course, it’s a very drastic depiction, but thank you for noticing <333

(Plans for the future!)

-Thank you so so much :(((( this really means a lot to me, you have no idea. 

I have indeed decided to pursue writing professionally! It’s kind of scary to say, (write) but I hope to be able to succeed and publish books one day <3 it’s ambitious, but you never know!

Thank you sooo so much for this review, thank you for taking your time to write this, you have no idea how much this means to me— seriously, I couldn’t stop rereading all of the reviews i received <3

[celiastjamesoscar]

Tbh you're talking to my ghost now. The real Nina died and went to gay heaven. Speaking of hot tattoo artists, the one who did my leg is coming back in February and I'm thinking about doing the back of my thigh. However, it's a very sensitive area so a whole day would hurt like hell. Buuut she's so hot and she was so excited to continue working on my leg and currently the shop has Christmas offers so I'd even save 200 bucks. I don't know what to do...

Well Miss Grace, that is simply a normal description for completing papers and treating a human being. I have no idea what else you could possibly think about 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm sure that the tutor will take good care of you and prepare you for the exam! I believe in you, my friend!

GRACE [INSERT LAST NAME] HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE SEEN ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK?? FIRST SCREAM QUEENS AND NOW THIS! OH AND DONT FORGET HALLOWEEN!! Wow, I'm flabbergasted. Shooketh. Speechless. You gotta catch up! It's iconic television.

😭 don't manifest another vomit incident. But all times work for me. Since I'm not doing much at work I can read the story in peace there, so I have all day every day. Aside from Wednesdays, then 2 others are in the office with me. Other than that I'm always free to read your masterpieces!

I consider you a fellow tattoo expert, so I'm turning to you for advice. I'll send a separate ask for this because I dont want to make this one too long.

Rest in peace in Nina (insert last name). She was a bright light in this world, but now she is in milf heaven 😔 fun fact; my boss’s name is Nina. You know, I’m all for getting the back side of your thigh done!!! Especially if you are saving money AND having a hot artist work on it as well!! I say go for it!!

Mhmmm, I guess it is a normal description of an essay, but I’m keeping my eye on you 🤨 I WAS WITH MY TUTOR FOR 2 AND A HALF HOURS!!! THATS TOO MUCH TIME WITH MATH

And now look at this, we have both full name each other. I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT SEEING EITHER OF THOSE, DONT YELL AT ME 😭 to be fair, both my mom and my best friend have watched OITNB, so I know the plot (Plot being Ruby Rose naked.) and I’ve now seen Halloween again!!

I will try not to manifest another puking incident. Reading at work is so amazing too!!

I shall give you the requested advice as well

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Halloween

"This is a stupid idea," Bucky deadpans, shoving the garment bag back in Steve's hand. 

"What?" Steve playfully exclaims, having spent the last thirty minutes in the common room trying to convince Bucky of their group costume. This was the only year Steve had even come close to getting Bucky to be a part of the group costume - and Steve knew it was for one very specific reason. "Come on! This is great, it'll be amazing!"

"We have very different definitions of amazing."

"It's the Three Musketeers," Steve continues, holding up his own costume. "That's a great costume!"

"It's really not."

"Shame that you think so," Steve dramatically sighs. 

Bucky's known Steve far too long to not be able to hear the meddling, masterminding undertone in Steve's words.

Bucky quietly groans, his head thrown to the side. "And why is that Steve?"

"Nothing. I just - I might've heard that a certain someone is looking forward to seeing all the different costumes tonight. Maybe a special someone's costume."

And there it was. He didn't even need to look at Steve to see the insinuating smirk on his face. "Don't start."

"I also heard that she couldn't believe it when someone told her you were not only dressing up, but in a group costume too."

Bucky can almost picture it. The way your face would light up when you'd see him in this stupid costume. You'd laugh with him. You'd probably be so excited that he was making more of an active effort to be a real part of the team. Even more excited at the prospect of seeing him in a silly costume.

"And who would've said all that, Steve?" Bucky grumbles.

"I mean - I don't - I wouldn't know," Steve stiltedly lies.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that?"

"I may have heard that a few times," Steve quips.

Bucky takes another look at the costume, picturing the amount of embarrassment he'd have to endure wearing that atrocity. But not just an atrocity, a group atrocity, "No, no, I'm not! I'm not doing it!"

"Fine," Steve dramatically shrugs. "Imagine her disappointment when you're the only one that didn't dress up for the costume party. That you left Sam and me hanging."

And then he pictures the stutter in your smile when you realize that he's not going to be in costume like Steve so clearly told you he would be. He knows you probably wouldn't even say anything, you certainly wouldn't make him feel bad about it.

But he really wants to see that first image he had in his head. 

"Hey guys!" you greet, suddenly walking into the room with your own garment bag in hand. You nudge your head to the two opaque bags, "Getting ready for the costume party? I'm so excited, I've never celebrated Halloween before!"

"We're so excited," Steve eagerly replies, nudging Bucky with his elbow. "Aren't we, Buck?"

Bucky does his best to give a smile, but it ends up looking more like a pained cringe. He gives you a weak thumbs up, "So excited."

"What are you guys going as?" you quickly ask. Then you shake your head, retracting your previous question, "No, no, on second thought, don't tell me. Sam told me it's pretty cool though."

"So cool," Bucky reluctantly agrees, wanting the floor to swallow him whole. 

"Wanda's helping me get ready, but I'll see you guys tonight," you promise, waving at the two of them as you leave the common room.

Steve cheekily grins, "So?"

Even if he has to look incredibly stupid right next to Sam and Steve for a few hours, Bucky decides if he even sees a fraction of that excitement on your face, there's no way he can't not do it. Especially after he told you he would. 

He snatches the costume back from Steve's hand, ignoring the cheeky smirk on Steve's face. "Fine."

Grumpy Sunshine Series Grumpy Sunshine Drabbles

[forever-rogue]

HI LOVE, PLS FOR THE AUTUMN PROMPTS #12 WITH BUCKY I’M WHEEZING

AN | This is one of my favorite prompts! You know I love Spooky Szn more than anything!

Warnings | mentions of dying (as a joke); reference to ptsd (in passing); use of pet name (bunny)

Prompt Used | “I paid $50.00 for this haunted house. I better die.”

Masterlist | Bucky, Main

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"I can't believe you managed to convince me to do this," Bucky's face was pulled into a dismissal expression as you beamed at him. You tugged on his arm with excitement as the line moved forward, throwing him a smile almost as sweet as the Halloween candy that had been everywhere for the last two months. He looked over at you, and opened his mouth to say something but stopped to lean down to give you a kiss first, "all I'm saying is that for all the hype this place gets it should be good."

"It will be," you insisted excitedly, "and ugh...it's basically a premium haunted house so...its a little bit more than the average haunted house."

"Premium haunted house?" he raised an eyebrow in surprise as you took his hand and laced your fingers together, "what do you mean?"

"Well, ugh, this is supposed to be really creepy and realistic and actually scare you," you explained sweetly, hoping he wouldn't flip out too much when you revealed how much this place was going to cost, "so you know the saying, you get what you pay for…"

"Oh no," he appeared worried for a moment before being unable to conceal the grin on his face, "alright, out with it. What are you hiding, little bunny?"

"Well, this is the hip, cool haunted house and-"

"How much is it?" you gave him a little smile as he just huffed in bemused exasperation.

"Fifty dollars…"

"Fifty dollars-"

"Each."

"Fifty dollars each?!" for a moment his expression grew worried as you just give him a nervous smile, "you know, back when I was young-"

"I know, I know," you pulled him forward with you, "you walked twenty miles to and from school in old shoes, and you worked for a dollar a week. Well times are different and these days we're paying for premium haunted houses. Besides, I asked you on this date, so it's technically my treat. Just relax and have fun!"

"Fine," he agreed, "you're an odd one, little bunny. But I still love you."

"And just how am I odd?"

"Who enjoys paying money to get scared?"

"A lot of people apparently since haunted houses are a huge commodity!" you huffed and lightly stomped your foot as if to prove your point, "I promise it'll be fun! And if for some reason you're still Mr. Grumpy Boots afterwards, we'll do whatever you want."

"Fine," Bucky was never one to turn down a challenge, "for someone that gets frightened by her own shadow, you sure do love Halloween a lot."

"Halloween is everything baby," your eyes practically lit up at the mention of your favorite holiday, "you know it's the best time of year for so many reasons! Foods, the aesthetic, fall - all of it. You can't out argue me on this one!"

"I'm not even going to try and bother," you were nearing the ticket booth and growing more and more excited by the second. Bucky could practically feel your excitement radiating onto him as you clutched his hand tightly, "I'm glad you're happy. That's all that matters."

"I am happy. You make me so happy," you promised and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "I love you, James. Hey - are you okay with this? Like really, if you don't want to, we can figure something else out."

"I'm okay," he promised, offering you a small smile, "really. I love you too. Now, let's go and get scared."

"Yay! Oh Bucky, you're the best! I love you so much," you almost jumped into his arms when he so easily acquiesced to your request. When it came down to it, you knew he would do just anything for you, "if this totally sucks, you know I'll try and make it up to you."

"All I'm saying is that I'm going to pay Fifty-five dollars for this haunted house. I better die," he looked at you with such a straight face, for a moment you couldn't tell if he was joking or serious; but you both quickly burst into laughter, "come on!"

“Alright - but don’t get mad when your wish comes true and you die!”

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“That wasn’t too bad at all,” you shrugged as you walked out of the haunted house, into the now chilly autumn evening. You stopped for a moment to admire the stars before noticing that Bucky was slowly trailing behind you, no longer at your side. You snorted lightly before crossing your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow at him, “what? James...did you…did that actually scare you?”

“What?! No,” he insisted with a dramatic scoff as a grin stretched across your features, “that was child’s play at best. The costumes weren’t even that convincing. But I hope you had fun, baby.”

“I did,” you held out your hands towards him, still not convinced that he was telling the truth, “why don’t we-”

“BOO!” the voice behind Bucky was enough to make him jump out of his skin as he yelped and practically sprinted over to you. You almost doubled over in laughter as Bucky shoved you in front of him as a human shield, “you jumped! Actually jumped!”

“Sam!” Bucky groaned at the sight of his best friend wiping tears of laughter from his eyes as he walked over to you, his girlfriend Leila at his side, and shaking her head at his childishness. You exchanged a look with her and rolled your eyes at your silly boyfriends, “you’re an asshole.”

“Had to capitalize on the moment,” Sam laughed as Bucky sighed, “man, I can’t believe you didn’t realize we were behind you. What happened to the White Panther - too busy being scared?”

“I was...I was not scared!”

“You were too!”

“Boys,” you quickly interrupted the two of them, “why don’t both of you shut up and we can all go out and get dinner? Then the two of you can be idiots and argue and I can actually spend time with someone with a brain.”

“Hey!” they echoed in unison as you linked arms with Leila and the two of you skipped away to your cars. They would catch up soon enough.

“Love you!”

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Halloween Eve!

Oh BOY!!  I’ve been ready for this Halloween since last Halloween.  I’ve been buzzing around today like a kid on Christmas Eve.  I’ve made goodie bags for trick-or-treaters, trying to announce that there’s a new Queen of Halloween in town.  They’re really just little goodie bags - each one has a ring pop, a KitKat, a Reese, a pair of vampire fangs, and a little slinky toy.  They’ll be piled in a basket on the porch with a sign that says, “Please take ONE, the witch is watching.”  Hopefully that’ll keep the little hooligans from dumping and running.  We’ll be over in Edgewater so the Ring doorbell will tell the tale.  I’ll be escorting my favorite four year old around as she fills a bag with treats.  She’s at a magical age for Halloween and is very excited.  Interestingly enough, although she owns every princess dress known to mankind, has a wardrobe of tiaras and scepters, always opts for the most feminine and glittery choice, and was given the freedom to pick any costume, she has decided to be...an owl.   She looks adorable in her owl suit and is really thrilled with it, and that is what this holiday is all about - throwing off the norm, stepping out of yourself for a night of pure FUN.  I’m down for that!  I will, however, be sticking to my tried and true Granny Witch persona.  Let’s be honest, that’s not really a costume for me. I did make a new hat though!  I purchased a wool witch hat from Amazon for ten bucks.

Then I raided the floral clearance section at Michael’s and just threw it all on.

It’s a little over the top, but I kept adding stuff to hide my mistakes.  But hey, if Halloween isn’t the time for excess I don’t know when is.  I made that hat a couple of weeks ago.  Yesterday I got a last minute idea and cut out (with the Cricut) some iron-on glitter letters and a magic broom and made a sweatshirt.  It’ll be first out of the closet next Halloween season. I won’t wear it tomorrow.

Do I seem excited?  I  AM.   I’d actually planned to write a blog post about how much we enjoyed the few days that we spent on Chincoteague Island.  We just got back and I have so much to share and so many photos to post...but I can’t think of anything but HALLOWEEN.

I’m absolutely tickled that I get to participate in the gathering of treats with our little miss.  This is the stuff that brought us to Maryland, if we were still in Tennessee we’d get some photos tomorrow and hear about the fun. Now we’re part of the fun. I love it.   We’ll probably be home late (we’re old, that means 9 o’clock) tomorrow, so I won’t post again until November 1st.   Can you believe that November is waiting just around the corner?  I’m less ready for Christmas than I’ve ever been.  I’ve purchased three gifts.  That’s it.  It’s going to be a very busy few weeks for me. Yikes.  All the more reason to just have fun tomorrow, right?  I’m ready! I hope you are too and that your Halloween is the best one you’ve ever had - treats, giggles, maybe even a scare or two! Happy Halloween! Stay safe, stay well, stay spooky! 

Nancy

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: ERICAAA!!! FRICKIN FINALLY!! Less important note, but when writing about Y/n, El and Max, I wrote "the three friends" and autocorrect literally changed "friends" to "fruits". Yelmax confirmed 💀

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"It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office," Robin reports, unfurling what looked to be a familiar layout on the break room table. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints."

"Not bad," Dustin smirks from her left.

"So this is us," she points to a familiar-looking room before gesturing across the map. "Scoops, and this is where we wanna get."

"Yeah, I don't really see a way in," Steve mumbles from his seat at the table.

"There's not. If,"

She rips away a layer of the blueprint, revealing a vastly complicated map of air ducts, pipelines, and detailing that made up Starcourt.

"you're talking exclusively about doors."

Dustin looks at her with excitement growing in his eyes. "Air ducts!"

"Exactly," she smirks, making her way to the whiteboard to retrieve the magic marker. "Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room and these air ducts lead all the way" she circles the secret room in question, drawing one, interrupted line right back to, "here."

Dustin and Steve finally tear their eyes away from the map and follow Robin's mischievous eye. All the way to the air duct tucked away in the far corner of the Scoops Ahoy break room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

To their surprise, a screwdriver had been harder to find than a ladder but soon enough Steve had managed to reach the air vent and unscrew it from the wall. But as he stood here now, peering down into the vent he quickly realized they were now facing yet another obstacle.

"Flath'ligh'?" Steve asked, finally removing the screwdriver from his mouth and shaping it for the small torchlight Dustin had waiting. "Thank you,"

The flashlight turns on with a tiny click and a soft yellow light bounces down the narrow metal tunnel, enunciation the frown on Steve's face.

"Yeah, I don't know man, I don't know if you can fit in here, it's like... super tight."

"I'll fit," Dustin smirks. "Trust me. No collarbones, remember?"

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asks.

Steve jumps down from the ladder, turning to Robin as Dustin begins the climb and gives her a nod.

"Oh, he's uh, he's got so disease," he frowns thoughtfully, racking his brain as he tries to recall the word. "It's chrydo... um... something, yeah I don't know. He's missing bones and stuff, he can bend like Gumbo."

"You mean... Gumby?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo," he snorts.

"Just shut up and push me!" Comes Dustin's muffled voice from the vents.

By now he had wormed himself halfway in, his bottom half sticking out of the wall and still propped up on the latter while they had been talking.

"Okay,"  Steve huffed, motioning knowingly to the kid's feet and turned away from Robin.

She watched with a tired, lazily bemused expression as Steve grabbed a less than sturdy hold of the kid's feet and attempted to push.

"Not my feet, dumbass, push my ass!"

"Uh, what?"

"TOUCH MY BUTT! I DON'T CARE!" Came Dustin's impatient scream from the walls.

With a heavy grimace, Steve hesitantly began pushing against Dustin's rear end and his muffled anger grew louder.

"I'm pushing!" Steve argued.

"PUSH HARDER!" Dustin shrieks as he attempts to inch further into the metal vents. "You're playing with my legs!"

"I'm not playing, I have terrible footing!"

"Come on!"

Steve finally makes it to the top of the latter, Dustin's legs bunched together over his shoulders and locked under his arm as their voice continued to shout over one another.

"I'm gonna just shove you, ready?"

"Just shove me?"

"One, two..."

"Shit!"

"That work?"

"One more time,"

Robin rolls her eyes, finally turning away when she hears the sudden rapid chimes of the customer bell out front and all too familiar patron.

"Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck!"

Through the partition window, Robin meets eyes with none other than Erica Sinclair who flashes her an exaggerated salute and rings the bell knowingly.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Laughter and joyful screams filled the chlorine-soaked air, the smell of the pool lingering with sunblock was strong enough it wafted all the way to the parking lot where the majority of the Party now stood at the Hawkins pool. It looked quite different than it had the day before when Y/n, Max, and El had last been, but the tension weighing down the atmosphere seemed just as heavy and ever-present.

The storm had of course long since lifted, and the sun was now beating down heavily on their backs as they took shelter behind a Rust Red AMC Hornet, all eyes across the lot on the occupant in the lifeguard chair.

Billy.

He was squished underneath the bright red beach umbrella, hidden underneath a baseball cap, thick shades, a long-sleeved sweater, and a white beach towel draped over his legs where they poked out into the sun. He was completely covered.

"I don't know," Max begins, peering through the group's binoculars. "He looks pretty normal to me,"

"Normal?" Lucas scoffs. "How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?"

Y/n smiles weakly from where she stands in between him and Will. Max lowers the binoculars, conceding a wince.

"I mean, it's a little weird,"

"More than a little," Mike nods. "He was in a tub with ice. The Mind Flayer likes it cold. Plus everything El saw—"

"But he's lounging at the pool," Max argues, doubtfully. "Which is like, the least Mind Flayer thing ever,"

"Not necessarily," Will says, pulling everyone's attention. "The Mind Flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It's like... like you're dormant. And then, when he needs you,"

All eyes return to Billy.

"...you're activated."

Y/n gulps, shifting on her feet from where she had previously stood rooted to the spot. Ever since that dreaded Halloween night the previous year, nothing seemed to have been the same. The Mind Flayer had set his sights on Will, and in turn, her. Slowly but surely, he had infected all of their lives as he had the town of Hawkins; spreading his rot and poison, and his hate. She could still feel it sometimes; the pain of Will's nails raking into her face and leaving behind the faded scar that had already long since disappeared.

Her eyes dart back through the fence at the suspicious-looking lifeguard and her insides twisted further into a sickening knot. The thought of the Mind Flayer's possible return was enough to drain the color from her face and leave a chill in the humid, sticky summer air. Her mind was running rapid with fear but the sound of Max's voice was enough to return her to earth.

"Okay, so we just..." she shrugs, looking back over towards her brother. "wait until he gets activated."

"No," Mike says with the shake of his head. "What if he hurts someone?"

"Or kills someone?" Will counters, and the Wheeler boy nods.

"We can't take that chance. We need to find out if he's the host,"

"Well, how do we do that?" Lucas asks.

The Party falls silent. The weight of the air growing heavier and heavier as it dawns on them. And one by one, each pair of eyes trickle over to the only present Henderson sibling in the Party. Her head is hung, propped-up against the hood and when she senses the eyes on her she straightens, breathing a sigh. But Will was already shaking his head.

"What? No, no way," he says to Mike and the others, Y/n already turning to him. "No, Y/n, I don't think it's a good idea,"

"I don't like it either," Y/n fretted. "but it's our best chance. The Mind Flayer hates me, and I can push his limits. It's the fastest way."

"And if, by some random chance, Billy isn't the host?" Will countered gently. "He'd find out about you,"

Y/n didn't have a reply for that. Truthfully, she didn't know whether to be relieved or angered he had cornered her. She just stood there, frowning at the concrete sidewalk biting her lip thoughtfully. She tried to think of a way to use her abilities subtly, but all her experience with heat came from seismic blasts or concentrated bursts from her hands. If she attempted that on Billy, he would surely know it.

"There's gotta be another way," Mike cuts in. "I mean, a safe way that doesn't risk you getting hurt or discovered."

Y/n and Will - even El - shoot him a funny look and he shifts under the sudden attention, guiltily.

"What about the sauna?" Lucas says, lighting up.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, it's perfect!" He grins, stepping out from around the car and motioning for Will and Mike. "Come on,"

Seemingly catching onto Lucas's idea, Mike wastes no time in following. And Will hesitantly steps away, sending Y/n and his friends an apologetic shrug.

"Where are you going?" El called after them, exasperated.

"Sorry! Boys only!" Mike throws over his shoulder.

Max scowls after them. "Seriously?!"

"Just trust us!" Lucas cries.

"We'll be back," Will shrugs again. "... I guess."

The three friends sigh, throwing less than impressed looks at the retreating boys. Privately, Y/n wondered if Mike stood any chance of harm just from her glaring at him in this moment. She hadn't shared these feelings with anyone, but since reuniting with Will something had been troubled Ling him and he wouldn't say what. She could spot it right away, the shift in demeanor but she knew it was something different from the return of the Mind Flayer somehow. And she believed it had something to do with Mike.

He was acting differently around him. He had been for some time now, as she had with Max and even El but this was different. Something had happened, and because Will was, well, Will, he was clearly trying to put aside for the sake of everyone's safety. Y/n couldn't really blame him there, but she wished he would open up to her. Tell her what was wrong.

And she wished more than anything she could fix whatever Mike had clearly broken.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"All we gotta do is wait until the pool closes and everyone leaves," Lucas begins, guiding his friends through the first layer of the men's locker rooms. "And then get him from here..."

He steps forward, quickly ripping open the secondary door. The three boys scurry inside, and Lucas's friends quickly seem to catch on to his plan and a small smile grows on Will's face.

"And get him into here," Lucas eagerly rips open the sauna door, expecting to see nothing but steam but his luck had run out.

Five sweaty adult men in towels sat packed in the sauna like sardines, scowls on their faces for the three party members who interrupted their steam. "Hey! Shut the door!"

-"Come on, kid!"

-"Shut it!"

Lucas finally broke from his stupor and slammed the door shut, shuddering.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth,"

Will nodded with a grimace, but shook it off when his eyes landed on the wall beside the door.

"The controls!"

Mike's still bulging, haunted eyes finally broke away from their zoning out and jumped to the wall where Will was pointing. His face lit up.

"We can control from the outside, it's perfect!"

"Do you think it'll get hot enough?" Will asks, feeling more and more relieved by the second. "Like, "Y/n" hot?"

His friends immediately stopped, looking to him with a deadpan expression. Will scoffed at them. "You know what I mean" he snarked, not in the mood though he was trying to ignore the hint of a blush creeping up on his skin.

"Nevermind that," Lucas says. "Look right, here, 220 degrees. That's definitely enough."

"Okay, so we just need to figure out how to get him into here," Will nods towards the sauna door.

"Precisely."

"Then we lock him in," Mike says.

Lucas nods. "-heat him up,"

And Will manages another somewhat relieved smile. "-and no matter what happens, we'll know for sure."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Erica descends from the latter, the flashlight in her hands flicking off with a loud click as she strides up to the break room table where her recruits stood waiting. The group had taken a calculated risk I confiding in the young girl, but she was smart and demanded the information and why they needed to know if she could fit into the air duct in the back room. So here they stood, waiting with anxious breath for her verdict.

"Yeah, I don't know," she says, propping herself up on the edge of the table rather unimpressed.

"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asks.

"Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to,"

"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin tries.

Amused, Erica gives the young woman a pitiful laugh. "I don't have phobias."

"Okay, well," Steve begins with a shrug. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica,"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Steve slides another banana boat ice cream float across the table, joining the already plentiful dairy banquet laid out for the Sinclair girl. She merely gave it a single, disinterested glance and slid it back.

"More fudge please,"

Nobody said anything. And Steve just stared back at the table with tired, glazed-over eyes before Erica sent him a dismissive wave.

"Go on,"

He gave a sigh, and left the booth with the Banana boat in hand, and retreated to the counter. Robin took that as her cue and pulled out the marked-up blueprints she had at her side.

"Alright, you see this?" She points from the circle marked Scoops Ahoy and trail connecting over the flipped map. "This is the route you're gonna take. Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight then you knock out the grate. Jump down. Open the door."

"Then you find out what's in those boxes?" She asks.

"Exactly,"

"And you say this guard is armed?"

"Yes," Dustin quickly nods. "But he won't be there,"

"And booby traps?"

"Booby traps?" Robin echoed.

"Lazers, spikes in the wall,"

Robin couldn't help but give a small laugh, but Erica was all too serious. She turned to the two with a serious look.

"You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment."

"We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time-"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Erica stops her. "Child. Endangerment."

Robin sighs, ignoring the knot wanting to twist in her stomach. She knew she was right, and Robin supposed she just didn't want to admit to herself what they were asking not only of themselves but the young girl.

"Erica?" Dustin began. "Hi, uh... We think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?"

"You can't spell America without Erica," she shrugs, taking a long and loud sip from her complimentary Scoops Shake.

Dustin just blinks at her response and concedes with a nod. "Uh... yeah. Oddly, that's uh... weirdly true, so... so! Don't do this for us! Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America, Erica."

Erica, who had been slurping her drink through her straw throughout his entire speech, finally finished it off and shivered, sending him a smirk. "Ooh! I just got the chills."

Dustin smiled proudly.

"Oh, yeah," she quickly corrects, her smile falling. "From this float. Not your speech."

His smile falls right off his face.

"You know what I love most about this country?" Erica began. "Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?"

Both Robin and Dustin mumble a 'yeah'.

"It means this is a free market system, which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And this seems to me that my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So-"

Robin and Dustin share a worried look.

"-you want my help? This U.S.S. Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life,"

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SaL anon here friend and, just, ughh...i've been trying so hard to work some enthusiasm for 5x13 and Eddie's breakdown, but the FireBarbie of it all is bringing me down. At first the lack of her in promo for the show was funny, but considering they have a general lack of any promo for the next 3 episodes I'm thinking she's going to be obnoxiously front and center. That's not even getting into the incredible disappointment of getting rid of TayKay (aka S2 M*ria) only to be replaced instantly TBC

with LD (aka S3 M*ria who is beloved by all, unnecessary for any sort of narrative, and who the show had to turn a popular character (s2 Greg was a blessing in the middle of a dumpster fire season) completely ooc to awkwardly force them together). I just never expected to have to watch 911 like I do RNM, ready to hit mute with some fanfic on hand as I wait for scenes of certain characters to pass. I'm usually not so doomsday about shows but if RNM s3 taught me anything ...

Bestie, I FEEL you! Some moments I'm super excited thinking of all the things coming up, and the next I'm just *grabs hair and screams* so frustrated with it all. Can you believe? Can you believe after 911 was such a bright spot of hope and was so good at doing the opposite of RNM in terms of handling things that we would be here again?! I just...*bangs head against table*

I also think it's weird that (aside from Boston, I think?) they have just been doing general previews for what's coming up "this season" instead of specific previews for the episodes. There's a couple of reasons I can think of for that, one being that they don't want to spoil upcoming stuff however they've been able to release previews without spoiling stuff before. Which leads me to what you mentioned about them cutting L out of everything, because typically the previews are of the emergencies but if what the interviews teased about her ends up being true, then they can't tease those without her, and they can't spoil the other stuff going on, so we're stuck watching the same clips over and over, half of which are from 5a! The other theory I've seen floating around is that they're trying to keep more of a lid on things so they can shuffle stuff around without people knowing about it and getting angry like happened with Ghost Stories. Casual viewers were READY for a fun Halloween episode after a fairly heavy season and then they shuffled the episode order, and THEN they cut the only scenes that had been in the preview for the episode, and replaced that storyline with two side characters doing nothing that had to do with first responding or the firefam at all! And people were very loud about how much they hated that storyline, hated that nothing from the preview was shown, and it also reflected in the viewership numbers for the next episode. And knowing how much casual viewers are already sick of side characters and already hate L, I'm not surprised they cut her out of the promo, but also that they are keeping stuff under wraps so they can change it if needed, depending on the response to whatever is going to happen in 5x13. I think that episode will give us a good baseline for how they are going to handle Eddie's storyline, but also how they are going to handle L, her screen time, and the B/L of it all. But I'm definitely regretting getting my grandma into the show because I feel like I need to watch alone so I can scream into a pillow if needed 🤣

Remember when we were all tired of tay kay but praised 911 for at least not pretending like the was the greatest thing to ever grace the show? They never addressed her actions from season 2 and she was still awful to Buck, but at least the other characters just kind of ignored her (except for petty ass Eddie Diaz, my beloved), and we had the hope of the breakup and Buck bringing that stuff up to look forward to. *deep sigh* You're SO right that tay kay was season 2 m*ria, and L is season 3 m*ria (at least that's how she's being presented and promoted. Fingers crossed they course correct because I cannot stomach whatever the fuck it is they teased was going to happen). And Greg! Oh, season 2 soft, kind, gentle, elementary school teach Greg my absolute most beloved. They did him SO dirty just so they could force him with m*ria "kids are sticky" d*luca ����🙄🙄 We already had to go through Evan "loyal streak w mile wide who thinks of Bobby as a father figure" Buckley going after that woman after everything that went down in 2x06 which was bad enough, but now this? Someone get KR away from that man and his storylines, and maybe the whole show in general.

I would love NOTHING more than the show to course correct enough that I'm completely wrong about how things go with L. I would be thrilled if they cut her as much as possible, and Buck's storyline set up for season 6 is even better than imagined (mmmm coma!Buck (meaning scruffy, curly haired Buck) theory my beloved), but I'm not going to hold my breath. I'd rather be pleasantly surprised, than utterly disappointed 🤷🏻‍♀️

Buckle up bestie, I feel like we're going to be on a ride this season. Hopefully it ends up being a fun one, and not one of those horror-house rides!

(Also, I feel like we are very close to our one year anniversary so if you know when exactly that was, let me know and we'll celebrate!)

[thrillridesz]

black magic ▫ sangyeon

➳ pairing: best friend!sangyeon x fem!reader ➳ genre: fluff, magic!au ➳ warnings/rating: PG ➳ word count: 2.7k ➳ requested?: no

a/n: this is written as a birthday special for tbz’s best leader sangyeon! happy sangyeon day everyone ^^ this story is also inspired by little mix’s ‘black magic’. This is unedited as of now and I finished this real quick so I’m sorry if it isn’t up to standard!

“Thanks for the surprise, I really appreciated it.”

The night was young as the luminous moon hung high in the dark sky, casting a soft, white glow on the earth below. A cool, night breeze whipped gently against your cheeks while you strolled the quiet streets with Sangyeon, a tranquil silence in the air safe for the soft scraping sounds of the fallen autumn leaves against the gravel ground as it got caught in the wind. Wrapped up tightly in your coat, you felt a sense of warmth spread across your chest, a warmth more cosy than anything else.

“It’s no problem! It’s your birthday, it had to be perfect.” You replied, shooting him a bright smile as you stuffed your hands into your coat pockets.

Sangyeon grinned, his eyes crinkling into crescents.

“It was, don’t worry. Not gonna lie though, I didn’t think it was Eric in that bear costume even for a second. You guys really scared me right there.”

Your laugh rang through the night as his smile grew wider.

“Well, it was a pretty impromptu idea! It was literally on sale for like 10 bucks, we just had to get it,” you threw your hands up in defense as Sangyeon chuckled softly, his breath coming out in white puffs from the cold.

“Always on the hunt for good deals, y/n. Always.”

“Of course! Though since you’re my best friend, I’m usually willing to pay just a little bit more.” You replied thoughtfully, tapping your chin as if deep in thought.

The two of you have been friends ever since you could walk. For the longest time, it was just the two of you against the rest of the world. When you got bullied by the other kids in the courtyard in second grade, it had been Sangyeon who stuck by you and defended you from them even if it meant he was to take some of the punches in your place. Likewise when Sangyeon had been dangerously close to repeating a year in eleventh grade, you had persisted in staying by his side to make sure he studied and understood everything the teachers’ had to teach. All through middle school and high school, the both of you have been thick as thieves. Whatever you did, he did as well and whatever he did, you did too. Things like spending Halloween and coordinating outfits, going to school and studying for exams… The two of you were each others’ constants and if anyone was to ever look up the term ‘best friends’ in the dictionary, they would no doubt find both your names in there.

What sort of ‘best friend’ would you be not to at least fork out a few extra dollars for the sake of an amazing birthday for the one and only Lee Sangyeon?

You didn’t notice the slight frown that crossed Sangyeon’s face which he quickly replaced with a soft smile but the look in his eyes were hardened and detached.

“Right.”

“Wait, what’s that?”

You stopped dead in your track, squinting as you pointed into a distance. Before Sangyeon could reply, you grabbed onto his hand, pulling him behind you while you made your way over. The colour in his cheeks darkened as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, peering at you shyly. You were too engrossed in staring at the display in front of you to notice him, your nose practically touching the glass panel.

“Black Occult?” You mumbled under your breath, your eyebrows furrowing together.

“What’s going on?”

You turned to Sangyeon, a look of confusion etched in your face.

“You don’t find this weird?”

“What about it?”

“This was never here.”

At that, Sangyeon narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the store’s exterior. Wrinkling his nose, you saw the belated realisation dawn upon him.

“Oh, right. Didn’t this used to be an arcade?”

You rolled your eyes.

“You’re so dense sometimes, it’s unbelievable.”

“Can I help you guys?”

The two of you whipped around to see a certain pink haired boy standing with his arms akimbo at the entrance, staring at the both of you. His eyes were blue, almost unnaturally so, and he was clad in just about the most colourful suit you’ve ever seen anyone don on.  It felt like an assault to your sights, with all the neon colours yet somehow there was such a mysterious aura to him. In a way, it felt like there was an almost mystical vibe that you got from him that made you inclined to think that he wasn’t in any way human.

“W-We… Oh, we’re sorry. We didn’t know you were open.” Sangyeon replied and you could hear a slight tremble in his voice. He definitely felt the same.

“Are you guys looking to purchase anything?” The scowl on the boy’s face disappeared as his eyes widened.

“Um…”

“Excellent! Please, come on in. I was wondering why you guys were standing outside acting all weird but I didn’t realise you guys wanted to come in. It’s this goddamn black glass, isn’t it? I’ve told Haknyeon so many times we should change it. Makes it so hard to look in, I swear.” He rambled on, holding the door open with a wide grin on his face.

“Come on in! Feel free to look around. If you need anything, I’ll be here. Just call my name, Chanhee.”

You and Sangyeon exchanged a look as if hesitating to enter but one look at Chanhee’s enthusiastic expression prompted you to see foot into the store. Seeing that you were going in, Sangyeon shrugged as he followed suit.

The moment you entered the store, the overwhelming scent of lilies and peaches hit you with a pang while the dim lighting made it difficult to navigate even within the store. Yet once your eyes adjusted to the dimness in the room, you couldn’t help but marvel at the oddities that surrounded you.

On the wooden shelves attached to the wall, were rows and rows of oddly coloured liquid, too bright or too unnaturally coloured to have come from a source of nature. Several sprigs of unknown herbs hung on the walls, tied into bundles by string while on another side, candles of all shapes, sizes and scents lined the table. Well-polished crystals were arranged meticulously on an old mahogany coffee table near the counter and a particularly interesting looking bird flitted around in a wrought Victorian-style iron birdcage. It was small with a white beak and purple and yellow feathers with its wings flapping so fast, you could barely see it moving. You have never seen a bird like that before and although you started towards it, something else caught your eye entirely.

Picking up a small bottle, you inspected the glowing golden liquid in it, Tilting it in your hand, the viscosity of the mixture and the velvety look it had was almost mesmerising to stare at. As you turned it over, you leaned in to read the faded label on it.

“Love potion.” You said aloud, causing Sangyeon who had been looking at a bunch of tarot cards to look up at you.

“Ah, yes! One of our bestsellers that is!” Chanhee exclaimed, his eyes shining with joy and excitement. “Guaranteed to work! It’s only 15 dollars.”

“Why would you need anything like that?” Sangyeon scoffed, folding his arms across his chest as his biceps bulged ever so slightly.

“You never know… I just thought it looked pretty.”

Somehow, you couldn’t stop staring at it. It was as if it was whispering your name to ‘just buy it’. Then again, it could really just be the impulsive shopper in you but there was something so alluring and magnetic about it that you just felt like you had to have it in your possession. It was like letting a child go lose in a candy shop and finally seeing that one lollipop with the most beautiful swirls and crazy colours that just screamed flavour. You didn’t exactly care even if it wasn’t an actual potion, it just looked so aesthetic that you had to buy it.

“I’ll have it!”

Sangyeon looked at you as if you had just sprouted horns on your head as you handed over a dollar bill over to Chanhee who accepted it readily.

“Surely, you don’t actually believe that it’s a love potion.” He blurted out much to the disgruntlement of Chanhee who shot a deathly glare at him.

“It is! It’s been tried and tested. It works, okay?” He said with an air of haughtiness which Sangyeon grumbled at and instantly, Chanhee knew. He should have known earlier in all honesty, from the way he had seen the man stare at you. A slow smile began to spread across his face.

Interesting.

As Chanhee watched the two of you leave the store with Sangyeon still rambling on about how you ‘just wasted 15 bucks for nothing’, he leaned into his chair contentedly. With a snap of his fingers, a cosy glass of grape wine materialised in his hands and with a sip, he sighed.

“Darling didn’t even need a love potion.”

“I can’t believe you actually bought it.” Sangyeon said, his voice still carrying a tone of disbelief.

“Look at it though, isn’t it pretty? I mean even if it isn’t actually a love potion, it’s nice to look at.” You said, still looking at the glowing liquid in the tiny bottle. Slotting in the key and entering the shared apartment the two of you shared with Younghoon, a childhood friend to the both of you and Hyunjae, a mutual friend from university. Since Younghoon was away in Spain with his girlfriend, Bea, it was really only Hyunjae in the house who you found clad in a dinosaur onesie as he lounged in front of the television with a big bowl of buttered popcorn in his lap.

“Oh, you guys are back. I was wondering where you guys went after the party.”

“We were… A little caught up.” Sangyeon said slowly, casting you a knowing glance which you avoided.

“Figures. You guys left earlier than I did.”

“Because you were busy fraternising with anyone you can possibly bring home, which I can see you’ve failed.” You joked and Hyunjae tossed a pillow at you, with a scowl on his face.

“Ugh, get out of my way.”

You laughed out loud as you set the bottle on the kitchen tabletop, causing him to turn to look. When he did, his eyes widened almost comically large as he leapt to his feet.

“What’s that?” He shuffled over quickly with a look of awe.

“Some stupid love potion thing,” Sangyeon replied curtly before you could even open your mouth to say anything. You turned to him with a frown at which he merely shrugged off carelessly as he preoccupied himself in rummaging through the refrigerator for a late night snack.

Taking the bottle from you, Hyunjae held it up against the light, his dark eyes shining with overflowing curiosity and doubt. The light reflected off the smooth,clear glass, making the gold liquid inside it look even more luminous and even wispy with the liquid swirling almost in slow motion no matter how you look at it. You have never seen anything like it and judging from Hyunjae’s expression, neither has he.

“Looks interesting.” He declared after a moment of inspection as Sangyeon turned to him in disbelief.

“Not you too. That guy definitely ripped y/n off. Seriously, y/n.” He tsked, sauntering over and snatching the bottle from Hyunjae.

“Doesn’t seem like anything special. A love potion? In this day and age? I don’t buy it for a second.” There was disdain in his eyes as he pursed his lips in disgust. Popping open the bottle, a sweet scent of tangerines and pineapples rapidly permeated the small apartment and maybe it was just you but you thought you felt your heart flutter just a little. A smile made its way onto your lips quite unconsciously and a tiny jolt of electricity shook you in the most delightful way possible.

Could it be…?

You lifted your gaze to see Sangyeon stare at the bottle in his hand with a startled look on his face, his mouth slightly ajar and you knew that he had felt the exact same thing. Though that look of surprise disappeared just as quickly as it came and his expression hardened.

“That’s a lot of artificial flavouring for one bottle.” He clenched his jaw as his grip on the glass bottle tightened and you could see the veins protruding ever so slightly from his forearm.

You narrowed your eyes.

“If you’re just going to whine, then give it back to me. Just don’t look at it.”

As you leaned forward, Sangyeon took a step back.

“Why? Are you going to try giving that to someone?”

Raising an eyebrow, you regarded him with suspicion.

“Sure, why not? There’s a really cute guy in my statistics class, even if it doesn’t work - which I’m pretty sure it doesn’t so don’t worry - it’s still worth a shot.”

You barely noticed the flash of disappointment in Sangyeon’s eyes and how his shoulders sagged ever so slightly as you ripped it from his hands. Yet before you could cap it back, he grabbed it back so hastily that you didn’t even have time to react. Throwing his head back, you and Hyunjae could only watch in shocked silence as you gulped down almost half the bottle.

Wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, he shot Hyunjae a piercing glare as the latter let out a wolf whistle, his eyes filled with mirth and genuine adoration.

“Damn. That was... Ironic.”

You didn't say anything except stare at Sangyeon and a moment passed without anything out of the ordinary happening. There was no burst of sparkles or anything growing out from anyone’s body, nothing crazy at all. 

Huh. So maybe it was actually a hoax.

“That should be enough proof,” he said in an ‘I told you so’ tone which you rolled your eyes at. “That's some nice potion though or whatever you wanna call it.”

“Really? Let me have a taste.” 

Reaching over, Hyunjae took a sip and hummed merrily. 

“Oh dang, this is amazing. It’s like an orange smoothie except a million times better.”

Lifting his head, he turned to look at you and what you saw made you almost stumble back in shock. The colour of his eyes held a faint flash of pink before they returned to normal but when they did, they no longer held the playfulness and casual air that Hyunjae always wore but rather, they were filled with such intense passion and affection. It was like looking into the eyes of someone who was extremely, completely, slap me silly and deeply...

In love.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look? I know I’ve never said this but... I think I love you,” Hyunjae said in a low, soft voice as he reached out to hold your hands in his.

“I...I...” You spluttered at a complete loss of words, wringing your hands frantically. 

At that, Sangyeon swivelled around to stare at the two of you. 

He could only watch as Hyunjae lifted his hand to gently brush your hair away from your face as his other hand reached up to cup your face. 

“How could I not have notice- Hey!”

Grabbing him by the collar from behind, Hyunjae practically flew back as Sangyeon pulled him away with a disapproving frown on his face. There was a deep frown etched onto his face, his eyes crinkling as he looked at the latter with an almost irritated expression. Though somehow, you could detect a faint hint of fear in his demeanour. In a way, the uneven and volatile energy radiated so strongly off him that it was hard not to see it in any other way.

Was Sangyeon perhaps jealous?

No. It couldn’t be, he was your best friend. Furthermore, how did the potion work on Hyunjae but not Sangyeon? Unless...

You let out a soft gasp as the realisation dawns upon you. It seemed as if Sangyeon may have come to the same realisation almost as soon as you did because he turned to you with such an expression of sheer panic, the sound of his heart pounding so loudly you could hear it. 

The potion didn’t work because he was already in love with you.

[ficsandgiggles]

Sucky

Happy Halloween friends! Have a safe and spooky time and enjoy this fic with Sam, Bucky, Peter and Reader! 💕

That was it, the trap had been set. Y/N and Peter were ready for absolute chaos to ensue after you had planned to scare Bucky and Sam as payback for sneaking under your beds at 3am and suddenly shoving at the mattresses, sending the two of you flying. To make things worse, they dressed themselves up as ghouls to confuse and frighten your sleepy selves more.

Y/N and Peter had been planning this for a few days now, and they were excited to pull it off. The first part of the prank was to coax Bucky and Sam into the same room, so Y/N just baked some of their classic chocolate chip cookies, ensuring the delicious smell wafted in the direction of the lounge, where Bucky and Sam were chilling.

Next, Peter pulled a string which was connected to the door lock to lock them in. The two of them were hiding under a table covered by a huge cloth, so they weren’t noticeable.

“What the hell was that?” Sam asked as he and Bucky turned to the sound of the door locking. Part one was officially complete, the next step was the remote controlled doll which casually cycled in front of the pair. The creepy doll stared at them, then Y/N hit play on their phone, which blasted childish laughter through the speakers.

“Alright punks, come out from wherever you’re hiding.” Bucky had finally figured out who was behind the prank, but his still motion made the two teens struggle to hold in their laughter. Y/N nodded at Peter, who pressed another button. Shrieks were heard as two buckets of ice cold water poured over Sam and Bucky.

Y/N and Peter made their final move, they snuck out from under the table and put their ghoul hoods up before sneaking behind up behind the pair and clawing down their backs, letting out ear piercing screeches as they did so.

Sam jumped away with a yelp, he turned around to see that Bucky had already pinned Y/N down after he jumped out of his skin. He had pinned them down by sitting on their waist and pinning their hands down with his knees.

Bucky turned around and looked at Sam, nodding in Peter’s direction. He immediately caught on and chased Peter around for a bit before he managed to tackle him to the floor, pinning him in the same way.

“You two are such punks.” Bucky growled, looking down at the two teens with a playful glare. “I can’t believe you’d have the nerve to get revenge after we pranked you! I think we need to get our own back.” He told them as he looked at Sam, giving him a smirk so he understood his mission.

Y/N and Peter gave each other a look of fear, knowing you both screwed up big time    now since Bucky and Sam were about tickle the daylights out of the two, and they knew how to get them both laughing until they were begging for mercy.

“Okay, I’m gonna give you a countdown... three, two...” of course, Bucky stopped the countdown early to shake his fingers in between Y/N’s ribs. He grinned at the giggling kid underneath him, knowing that the sudden surprise would make the feeling a million times worse.

Y/N looked over to see Peter screeching with giggles, Sam was currently going for the worst spot on Peter’s body, his armpits. Just simple pokes can be more than enough to get him squealing. Peter’s face was scrunched up so he couldn’t see Y/N smiling fondly at him through their giggles.

“You’re definitely not laughing enough, like your good friend here. Where’s that giggle spot, hm?” Bucky asked with a teasing smirk, holding his wriggling fingers over Y/N before squeezing into their thighs, ensuring his thumbs really dug into into a sensitive spot on their inner thigh to really them squeal.

“That’s more like it.” He grinned cheekily, leaning down to nuzzle his beard into their neck to add to the torture as Sam now had Peter’s top shoved up, blowing multiple raspberries into the soft stomach whilst his fingers dug into his ribs.

“You two learnt your lesson yet? Huh?” Sam growled playfully to the two of them, reaching over to squeeze Y/N’s side, making their eyes widen as they squealed with giggles. “Whahahatever Sahahaham!” They replied, leaning away from his hand, and straight into Bucky’s metal one, which shook into their other side.

“Thought you could get away with that, huh?” Bucky grinned down at them, cheekily poking his tongue out whilst he watched them squirm and squeal helplessly. Y/N nodded in response, still giggling and pulling desperately at their hands.

“Alright Buck, we better stop in a mo, the Spider-Kid is about to laugh himself to death.” Sam told Bucky as he shook his hand into Peter’s belly one more time before letting the exhausted teen go. Peter blushed, still giggling as he curled up, clearly learning his lesson.

“What about you, Y/N? You sorry?” Sam asked, shaking his fingers into the sole of one of their feet, which made Y/N squeal in surprise, not seeing him since there was a Bucky in the way.

“YEHEHEHEHES!” They yelped, squealing with laughter as Sam quickly got off them, quickly followed by Bucky, after a neck raspberry of course.

Sam and Bucky chuckled as they stood up, going to walk away. But Bucky turned around, winking at Y/N and Peter.

“Happy Halloween, punks,  and GG, as the youths of today would say. But never challenge the two prank champions.” He grinned before leaving the two of them to recover and take in their lesson to not prank them again.

Peter turned to Y/N, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, their team name is Sucky.” He mumbled, making Y/N burst into giggles.

“I am so calling them that from now on, Sucky.” They giggled, but what they didn’t realise, was that Bucky and Sam were stood by the doorway, ready to teach them another lesson.

[dayumbrose]

Remember Me.

This is something I wrote the other day, something that just came to mind after reading a lot of other one shots, and the fact my birthday falls on Memorial Day weekend/ Memorial Day a lot.

Y/N woke up that morning, more than a little excited, but a little sad too. Today was her birthday, a day that she usually cherished, a day planned to the brim, and enough treats to fill a bakery. But this was the first year that she was spending it with the Avengers, and the first year she'd actually told no one it was her birthday. This year, her birthday fell on a holiday, and not a fun one like Halloween or the Fourth of July like Steve. This holiday was a lot more somber, though there were parades and parties, it was a day to remember those that couldn't be at those events. Today was Memorial Day, and she knew being in a house with soldiers, this day was about the friends and comrades they'd lost more than it was sharing cake with her.

She hadn't always felt this way, already dreaming of her birthday a few weeks back, wondering if she could convince Tony to scale back his usually overboard parties. Y/N was on her phone in the common room, adding things to her Pintrest board when she overheard Sam talking to Nat about the time he spent at the VA. She knew he'd lost a very close friend not all that long ago, little pangs of guilt started creeping into her brain. At first, she thought she was being silly, but when she heard Sam had made plans to meet with some other veterans, and take Steve and Bucky with him, Y/N squashed her ideas of a party altogether, deciding it was best to let the day pass.

Heading into the kitchen, she decided on making herself some cereal for breakfast, huffing slightly at the sight of all the bowls on the higher shelves. It did not pay to be short in Stark Tower. Reaching on her tip toes, her fingers grazed the edges, and she prepared herself to catch a bowl if it fell, before a metal arm slipped around her waist, the other grabbing a bowl down with ease for her.

"Sorry Shortcake. I put up the dishes last night, forgot to leave some down where you can reach." Bucky teased, kissing the top of her head lightly. Bucky and Steve had been in a relationship for about a year before she took residence in the tower, coming to terms with feelings they never really expressed before the war. Wanda was the first one to pick up on the affection the soldiers began to show her over the past couple of months, but they hadn't put an official label on it. Turning in his arms, she smiled, seeing him in a dark gray dress shirt and slacks, gloves sticking out of his pocket if he decided he needed to hide his arm.

"You look really nice today, Buck."

"Yeah? Think so? This collar's kinda choking. Haven't had to wear one quite like this since my Sergeant days." He hummed in appreciation as her hands busied themselves around his neck, fixing his collar so it looked good without being so stiff.

"What plans do you have today, little miss?" Y/N bit her lip, a little unsure. She'd originally planned on brunch with him and Steve, but that obviously wasn't going to happen.

"Oh nothing. May head into the city for a while, do some shopping, get lost." Maybe she'd stop in her favorite diner for lunch and buy herself something nice, a gift to herself. Bucky took hold of her hands, swinging them lightly.

"Well, don't go getting too lost, maybe me you and Stevie can get dinner later, huh? I know you've been wanting to try that little Vietnamese place we saw the other day."

"Sounds like a plan, Barnes. Now you better finish getting ready, you know Sam likes to be prompt."

When Bucky left, Y/N finished her cereal, heading back upstairs to get ready. The day seemed ready for a celebration, sunny and warm with just the slightest of breezes. Changing into one of her favorite outfits, her spirits were higher than they'd been in days, and she was prepared to celebrate her day alone.

Y/N was still out when the soldiers returned from the VA and the cemetery, Steve and Sam finding Tony in the lab, chewing his thumb out of nerves.

"What's got you so worked up?" Steve asked, grabbing a chair, Sam doing the same.

"I can't believe she didn't tell us. How could she not? How did I not look it up?"

"Tony, you gotta breathe a minute and tell us what the issue is." Sam leaned over, Y/N's picture and information pulled up on the screen in front of Tony.

"I was doing some updates on FRIDAY, and part of that was adding Y/N's information into the database. Which is when I noticed it."

"Noticed what?" Steve was concerned, wondering if he should call for Bucky. Was something wrong?

"Today's her birthday. Why didn't she tell us?" All three of them shared a look, wondering why Y/N would hide that from them? Steve pulled out his phone, and began sending messages.

"What are you up to?" Sam asked him, watching as a small smile appeared on the Captain's face.

"Oh nothing."

Y/N was putting her things away in the car, getting ready to head back to the compound when she received a text from Steve.

[Steve] you coming home any time soon, pretty girl?

[Y/N] on my way home now, Stevie. Need something?

His response made her smile.

[Steve] You.

Once she reached the compound, Y/N started overthinking, a usual bad habit of hers. She'd bought herself a few things she'd been holding off for a while on, what had changed? As the elevator doors opened, she was met with another concern. Everyone was in the common room, even down to Pepper and Morgan.

"I guess the gang's all here?"

"Y/N!" Morgan squealed, racing from her mother's lap, "I made you a picture!" Almost shoving it in her face, Morgan had done her best to draw most of them, but it was the scrawly letters at the top that took her off guard. It was misspelled and hard to read, but there was no doubt it said Happy Birthday.

"Shortcake." Bucky called, grabbing her hands very similarly to the way he held them earlier that morning.

"Why didn't you tell us today was your birthday?" Y/N hung her head, not even wanting to know how they found out.

"Because, its Memorial Day. It's a day to remember, not a day for parties." It was Sam's turn to hang his head, knowing she'd heard him that day.

"It was good for you, Steve, and Sam to go spend time with the other soldiers today, for them and for you guys. That's more important than cake and ice cream." Sam stepped beside her, silently pulling her into a hug, his lips to her ear before he began to speak.

"Today may be a day marked on a calendar to remember those that fought and died, but they fought so we can do things like celebrate you. Losing Riley hurt like hell, but I can tell you what helps. Watching the way you help Peter and Morgan with their homework. Or bake cakes with Wanda. Or how you always sit on the balcony to read on a sunny day. I'm sorry I helped make you feel like you weren't as important. I don't need a certain day on a calendar to remember my friends. This is your day. And we'll be damned if we don't celebrate you on it." Y/N was a teary mess by the time he was done, sniffling as he pulled back. Steve had appeared by then, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

"Now. There may or may not be some cheesecake, ice cream, and caramel sauce in the fridge for a certain birthday girl..."

"And me too?" Morgan asked, big eyes full of hope. Y/N picked her up, placing her on her hip.

"Of course, you too." Bucky laughed, kissing Y/N on her cheek.

"Happy birthday, Shortcake."

[blindlesbian]

Pumpkin patch

Buddie fic for @whitecheddaaa

"Go put your jacket on, mijo," Eddie ordered Christopher. He was standing in front of his bedroom mirror, attempting to position his hair perfectly. They were getting ready to hang out with Buck, but he'd refused to reveal the location. "It's not even that cold outside, dad," Christopher groaned. "You know it gets a bit chilly when the sun goes down. Now hurry before Buck-," he's cut off by the sound of the front door opening. "Hey guys, I'm here," Buck announced. Eddie gives one last glance at his reflection before hurrying to the living room, Christopher following behind.

"Hi, Buck," Christopher exclaimed, giving Buck a tight hug. "Can you please tell your little trouble maker to wear a jacket so he doesn't catch a cold," Eddie teases. "Well, how about this, bring it along and only put it on if you need to," Buck suggests. "Ok," Christopher chirped and walked back to his room. Eddie gave a fake hurt face. "I swear he only ever listens to you," Eddie points out. "You have to give him some options," Buck said as if it was obvious. Eddie stepped closer to Buck, "so are you finally going to tell me where we're going?" Buck grins, "a pumpkin patch! Chris told me a few weeks ago that he'd never been to one. So we're taking him to pick out the best pumpkins for Halloween." Eddie was now smiling too, "you are so sweet." Buck couldn't help himself from blushing, "thanks...just want to make him happy." Eddie gently touches Buck's arm; "He's going to love it."

"Let's go, guys," Christopher said. He was now wearing a black jacket with the solar system printed on the back of it.

They were halfway to 'Crispy Patch,' and Christopher had come up with four different possible locations. "Is it...the firehouse," he asked from the backseat. "Nope! You get one more guess," Eddie responded. If he was honest, he was more excited than Christopher was. He loved creating new memories with him, especially if Buck was there. "Uhm... I'm all out of ideas!" Christopher said. "Then I guess you'll just have to wait," Buck said.

'Crispy Patch' was a bit crowded since it was only three days before Halloween. "Stay close to us, ok, Eddie said.

Thirty minutes passed by, and they still couldn't find the perfect pumpkin; Christopher either said it was too lumpy, small, and, believe it or not, not orange enough. "I think these are the ones!" Christopher exclaimed, pointing to the three most perfect pumpkins Eddie and Buck ever seen. "We should take a picture," Christopher suggests. Buck and Eddie look at one another, and Eddie smiled, silently thanking him. "Yes, we should," Eddie agreed, looking around for someone to take the photo.

"Hi, excuse me, can you take a picture of us, please," Eddie asked one of the 'Crispy Patch' employees who was walking by. "Yeah, sure," the lady said. Eddie and Buck shuffle themselves into the frame, with Christopher in the middle. She takes a few pictures and hands the phone back to Eddie. "You guys have the cutest son," she said. Eddie and Buck look at one another and smile, "thank you," they say in unison.

It was silent while Buck drove them back home. The sun was setting, and the orange and pink were hitting Buck perfectly. Eddie glances at the review mirror to see if Christopher was still asleep. "You didn't- you didn't correct her," Eddie mumbles. He regretted it the second he said it. "Yeah...neither did you," Buck points out jokingly. Eddie bites on his bottom lip, stopping what he wanted to say. He glanced at Eddie and then back at the road. "Did you want me to correct her?" Eddie didn't have the right words; it was always tricky finding what a "friend" should say. The last thing Eddie wanted was to be Buck's best friend; he wanted something else...something intimate. "No," Eddie said.

Buck pulled into the driveway. "Are we home," Christopher asked, still half asleep. "Yeah, bud, we're home," Eddie said. The conversation ended there.

Eddie carried Christopher inside, Buck following behind. "Thank you for today, " Eddie said, turning around to face Buck. "Of course," Buck smiled.

When Eddie came back, Buck was sitting in the kitchen. There was tension the second Eddie walked in. "You stayed," Eddie said, relived. "Hey, um do you want a beer or something," he asked, walking toward the fridge. Buck stood up, "no, I want to be completely sober when I say this." Eddie stopped in his tracks, Buck took a few steps toward him. "Eddie, I really like spending time with you and Christopher," he takes a deep breath, "and over the years, I've grown fond of Chris...and you." Their eyes lock, and Buck tries to read Eddie, but he can't. "But if you don't feel-," he's cut off. "Of course, I feel the same way," Eddie confesses. Buck takes a bigger step towards, never breaking eye contact with Eddie, and now they're only a few inches apart. "Can I kiss you," Buck's voice was low as if he only wanted Eddie to hear. "Yes," Eddie whispers.

Buck softly puts his hand on Eddie's cheek and leans down. The whole world stops when their lips touch, years of unspoken words finally said. Eddie puts his hands on Buck's hips and pulls him in closer. The kiss was no longer soft and slow, heavy and needy. "Do you...want to go on a date next Friday," Eddie asked breathlessly. "Yes," Buck chuckled.