#chin up buckaroo

[ace-thirst-trap]

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Edit 7/31

I have discovered a formula for tags I like that I call #CRUNCHYLETTUCE

It goes

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Crunchy lettuce is your brand. Your brand hook goes in right after your best joke and soaks up the sauce. This makes your brand seem tasty even though its just cardboard

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Also, I couldn’t figure out :readmore:, but I found a button.

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[theswedishpajas]

Based on my favorite gif lately

[drzibs]

felt the need to feed the scorched fur enjoyers, ive been pulled into this pairing against my will /j

[navybrat817]

Sunrises and Sunsets

Pairing: Ranch Hand!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to watch a sunrise with you.

Word Count: Over 2k

Warnings: Fluff, reflecting, tooth rotting sweetness, a bit of sass, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @bigtreefest requested for Ranch Hand!Bucky to either Go for a Swim (smut) or dig his Toes in the Sand (fluff - this won with my muse) with prompt #1 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You woke up before the alarm went off thanks to Bucky. He normally did his best not to disturb your slumber if you didn't have to get up right away, unless he wanted you and you would gladly forgo sleep for that. But the soft kisses he placed along your shoulder and neck weren't rushed or needy. In the darkness you reached for his hand and felt him smile against your skin when you took it. It made you smile, too, and your heart beat faster in your chest. Waking up beside him was a gift.

“Morning,” you whispered, brushing some of the hair from his eyes when you turned to face him.

“Morning,” he whispered back, kissing the center of your forehead. “Time to get up.”

“No,” you groaned. You didn't glance at the time, but your inner alarm clock knew you had a few more minutes.

He chuckled and nipped your other shoulder hard enough to make you gasp. “Yes, Sunbeam,” he said, his tongue tracing the spot he bit. “Gonna watch the sun come up together before breakfast.”

“Why?” You asked. Today wasn't a special occasion or anniversary that you were aware of. He would have reminded you at some point or vice versa.

“Because I wanna watch the sunrise with you,” he replied, sliding a finger under your chin before you could hide your face in his chest. The room was dark, but you felt his gaze plead with you to get up. “Please?” He added for good measure.

With another groan, you gave in. “Fine,” you sighed, trying to hide your smile as you stretched under the sheets. You lucked out with Bucky when it came to small romantic moments. What other man would wake you just to watch the sunrise together? “Sun, breakfast, caffeine.”

“Turning on the light,” he warned, giving you time to cover your eyes when he leaned over to flip the lamp switch. He was thoughtful like that. “I didn't hear 'sex with my amazing boyfriend' on that list. Kinda hurts my feelings.”

You giggled and removed your hand, blinking more of the sleep from your eyes. “Sex is for after I have my caffeine.”

It was his turn to groan. “Fine,” he mocked in his best imitation of you, making you giggle again. You didn't always laugh this early in the morning and not every day began this bright, but every day was a bit lighter thanks to him. “C’mon. You can sleep later.”

“Whatever you say, Buckaroo,” you said as you sat up. You slid your feet into your slippers, your stomach fluttering because you know you didn't put them back in that spot yesterday. “Thank you,” you said, wiggling your toes.

“Can't let your feet touch the cold floor now, can I?” He winked, stretching as he stood up.

Your throat tightened. It was such a tiny gesture in the grand scheme of things, but it was the little things that mattered. They showed that he paid attention and cared. You tried to do the same for him, like cooking his favorite meals or drawing him a bath after a hard day. You hoped it was enough.

“You’re so good to me,” you said, holding your hands out so he could help you stand.

“We’re good to each other,” he said, pulling you up with ease.

The rough pads of his fingertips rubbed along your skin, a physical reminder of the work he put in day in and day out. His hands made a difference in the world and your life, his calloused touch telling hundreds of stories. Being part of his journey and creating a new story together was something out of a dream. The beauty of it was that your story wasn't over yet.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“I’ll tell you when we go outside,” you replied, not wanting him to miss any of the view. “Do you need to put a shirt on?”

He pulled a hand away to pat his pocket before he smirked and pointed to his washboard abs. “These give me plenty of heat.”

Your gaze went to his torso, heat of your own spreading from your core. Working day in and day out kept him in great shape. He belonged on one of those cowboy romance novel covers. Or a calendar.

I could make a killing with a ranch hand calendar featuring all the guys.

“And for breakfast, I'll make you some humble pie. A big ol’ slice,” you teased.

“Mmm. Pie for breakfast. You do love me,” he joked.

“More than anything,” you smiled.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your mouth, tilting your world on its axis like always. “Love you, too.”

“You have to if you don't care about my morning breath,” you smiled.

He grabbed a couple of blankets as he led you out to the front porch, just in case there was a chill in the air. Another thoughtful gesture. Instead of taking you to the porch swing like you expected, he took you down the steps and laid out one of the blankets in the grass where you sometimes had picnics together.

“Why aren't we sitting in the swing?” You asked.

“I mean, we could sit in the swing and I can put my arm around you.” He sat down and spread his legs out in front of him, patting the spot between them. “But it’s easier to hold you like this and I wanna hold you when the sun comes up.”

“You’re such a sap,” you smiled, happily taking the spot between his legs. “But I like that.”

“You do know I’m only a sap for you, right?”

“I do,” you said, spreading the other blanket across your legs. “Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.”

“Too late. Everyone knows,” he smiled.

“True,” you said, tilting your head and taking the opportunity to kiss underneath his chin before you looked back at the horizon.

Exhaling, you pressed your back against Bucky’s chest and revelled in the warmth of his body as he wrapped his arms around you. He occasionally reminded you of the sun. He had fire within him and brightened your world just by being there. But to him, you were the sun.

We're each other's sun and moon.

“So, you just felt like watching a sunrise with me?” You asked.

“Just felt like it,” he agreed, holding you a bit tighter. “I’ve watched sunrises and sunsets more times than I can count, but it’s just different with you.”

“Why is that?” You asked.

“It may not make sense, but the sunrise just looks more beautiful and hopeful because I have someone to share it with. And people say sunsets are a way to reset, but I’m just thankful because it was another day I got to spend with you.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple as your heart swelled. “Each day is a blessing because you're in my life.”

You were on the verge of spilling tears, but managed to keep them at bay. “I feel blessed, too,” you whispered.

His chest shook as he chuckled. “I really am a sap.”

“Yeah, but you’re my sap,” you said, tracing the palm of his hand. It was a special thing to bring out that side of him. “You know how you asked me what I was thinking about earlier? I was thinking how your hands can tell so many stories. I think your wrinkles will tell stories, too.”

“My wrinkles?” He asked.

“Yeah. Each is a chapter in your story. Just like every scar,” you answered. Bucky thought every mark on your body was a thing of beauty. You wanted him to feel the same way about his. “They’ll say how you survived hard times. How you lived your life. How you loved.”

“You’re a sap, too,” he teased, catching your elbow before you could ram it into him. “Easy, I’m kidding. I think that’s a beautiful way to look at it.”

There was beauty all around you with Bucky.

“Well, the thought of getting older used to scare me, but it doesn't seem so bad because I have you. We won't have to do it alone. We’ll grow together,” you smiled, gazing at the sky that seemed to stretch on forever. “So when we're older and you have wrinkles and gray hairs, I want you to keep doing this: Wake me up for a sunrise just because you felt like it. Just because you wanted to share one more beautiful moment with me.”

“You wanna grow old with me?” He asked, his voice thicker than you expected. “And on those days, you’ll still love me? Wrinkles and all?”

“Of course, I do. And of course, I will,” you promised. You would love him no matter what. “And you’ll still love me when I grow old?”

“Forever and always,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder when the sun began to rise.

Your heart raced as the hues touched the land you two shared, painting a canvas in glowing rays. He was right that the sunrise was more beautiful and hopeful because you had someone to share it with. And while you were certain there were others watching the sky, this felt like a new dawn just for the two of you.

“It really is breathtaking, isn’t it?” You smiled.

“You’re breathtaking,” he said, making your smile widen as your cheeks warmed.

“You flatter me, Buckaroo,” you said affectionately.

Bucky took a deep breath by your ear as you continued to look at the view. “Marry me, Sunbeam,” he whispered.

With wide eyes, you spun around in his arms. You didn't know it, but to him you looked like an angel with the rays growing brighter around you. “What?” You asked.

“Shit. I was supposed to ask you, not tell you. And I was supposed to have something special planned, but I keep carrying this around in case the time’s right and this just seemed right.” He swallowed before he reached into his pajama pocket and pulled out a small box. “It isn't much. Sure as hell isn't what you deserve and I'm sorry for that,” he said. You covered your mouth with a gasp when he opened it. Simple, beautiful, and a diamond that sparkled like the sun. To you, it was the most beautiful ring to ever exist. “But I love you and I want you to be my wife. I wanna grow old with you and I don't wanna tell the story of my life without you in it. I-”

“Yes!” You shouted into the morning air, knocking him on his back. You were lucky you didn’t knock the ring box out of his hand. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll marry you!”

“I wasn't done with my proposal,” he chuckled.

“I don't care. I said ‘yes’. Now’s the part where you put the ring on my finger,” you smiled with tears in your eyes. He managed to slip the ring onto your finger with you stretched out on top of him. A perfect fit. “It’s beautiful. Don't ever apologize for giving me something so beautiful.”

The proposal was beautiful, too. It came from the heart at a time he knew was right. You couldn't ask for anything better.

I have the whole world because of you.

You swore you saw the sunrise in his eyes as he framed your face and smiled up at you. “Love you, Sunbeam.”

“Love you, too, Buckaroo,” you whispered, giggling. “And guess what?”

“What’s that?”

“I can change sex with my amazing boyfriend to fiancé,” you smiled.

“Why don’t we skip to that part? I’ll make sure you get some caffeine after,” he smirked. "Deal," you giggled again, leaning down to kiss him.

The sun continued to climb in the sky behind you as he deepened the kiss, bathing you in light as you celebrated the next chapter in your life together.

And with his ring on your finger, you knew you’d forever appreciate every sunrise and sunset even more.

Anyone else get a cavity from this sweetness? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[alchemistc]

"Any plans for your days off, Buck?"

Buck knows his grin is a little feral, but he's kind of hoping that'll throw them off the trail. It's barely been a year, and in that time they've had three natural disasters, one copter crash, a boss intent on making Buck's life a living hell, and two almost break-ups.

It's too soon, to know for sure, except Athena and Bobby had known, and Hen and Karen had known even if they were too scared to admit it at first, and Chim and Maddie may have taken a little longer to get there but they'd known.

And Buck knows. He knows he's never felt like this about anyone before. Knows no one has ever had the ability to infuriate him and calm his fears quite like Tommy Kinard can. Knows they could have done this like they joked about six months ago and they wouldn't have regretted it.

Hen is making a face like she's trying to decide if she wants to know whatever head-tilt-cheek-bite sexual innuendo Buck's got in the barrel, because she only appreciates that about half of the time and Buck's praying she decides on no because he's a terrible fucking liar and he doesn't like keeping things from people. But it's sort of a secret, for the next 48 hours, and Buck also wants to bask in it, wants to enjoy keeping it to himself for just a little while.

"Our Buckaroo is all grown up and refusing to over share about his sex life, praise be," Chim chips in, and Buck tucks his chin to his chest and hopes his pink cheeks read as embarrassed.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and around him lockers slam and voices drift over him. He's only got eyes for the text that just came through.

Bird's ready, suits are pressed, room is paid up. You wanna go to Adele, after? I think I know one of her people.

You know everyone, stop bragging, I'm already impressed

I'm always gonna try to impress you. You still at the station?

Yeah but not for long. I'll see you in like forty

"--right Buck?"

Buck blinks, hums, stares across at Chim.

"Please tell me you're not sexting at work right now."

"Technically, we are off the clock."

"I'll remind Clipboard Buck of that next time he shows up."

He's zipping up his bag when his phone buzzes again.

See you soon, baby.

He's pretty sure he's gonna get away with it - Hen and Chim are arguing about some reality show as they all trudge toward the open bay doors, and though he can hear their voices further back, Eddie and Bobby still seem to be deep in conversation.

Ravi comes out of left field, because of course he does, just finished inventory still clutched in his hand as he rounds the engine closest to Buck. "Hey, Buck, you and Tommy wanna catch that movie tomorrow night? I picked up a shift but I've got like twelve off in between."

Buck winces. Damn, so close. "Sorry, bud, we actually won't be in town."

Which he's realizing now is pretty uncharacteristic of the both of them, and Hen and Chim have clocked it, so he's gonna have to make a run for it, but he catches sight of raised brows and questioning expressions and he can't give them nothing.

"Tommy's taking me to Vegas, we might see Adele, okay bye!"

They absolutely let him make a break for it, let him scramble into the Jeep, let him send them all a quick wave before he peels out of his parking spot, and Buck spends the drive to Harbor viscously ignoring the steady buzzing from his phone.

---

Tommy snags the backpack from his shoulder before he's fully out the door, and tugs a belt loop to pull him close. Buck is pretty sure he'll never get over how much he likes being manhandled, just a bit.

"You wanna tell me why Chim and Hen both wished us a good flight?"

"Ravi ambushed me on my way out the door. Technically, they don't know anything about anything, except maybe Adele."

Tommy's fond smile makes Buck feel all warm and tingly inside, and he basks in the glow as Tommy nudges a knee between the open bow of Buck's legs.

Tommy's expression morphs, a bit, lips dropping as he tilts his head. "You having second thoughts? We don't have to-."

"No. No second thoughts."

"Evan, I know how close you are to your family. If you want to wait, make this something you can share with them, we can hold off."

He's so goddamn charmed by this man - by how he cares, by how well he knows Buck, by a million and one tiny things that Buck gleefully hoards his knowledge of like a dragon over his caverns of treasure.

"I kinda don't want to share you, for this." It's the first time since Tommy's brought it back up that Buck's been able to express exactly why the prospect makes him so giddy, but there it is. Possessive jealous Buck rears his ugly head again, only Tommy has always been a little charmed by that. At least when Buck expressed it in a healthy way.

"The moment they know, it's gonna be a spectacle," Tommy agrees, fingers curling over Buck's side.

"Exactly. So. Take me to Vegas and wife me up before one of them shows up trying to tag along."

He expects the dramatic eye roll, and Tommy's fingers digging into his sides. He doesn't expect the ear-ringing whistle echoing through the bay door to their left, or the smirk on Lucy Donato's face when she lets her looped thumb and pointer finger drop from her lips.

"We should definitely go before any of them remembers to hit her up for more details."

"Why would she -."

"Yeah she caught a look at the manifest and snooped until she found the rings."

"So you're actually worse at keeping a secret than I am."

"They're all gonna know before we land back home."

"Hen's gonna break like thirty bylaws trying to decorate a county owned chopper."

"Evan, seriously, we can still -."

Buck only knows one sure-fire way of stopping Tommy from spiraling too much - he uses the little bit of leverage he has plastered to the open door of his Jeep to catch Tommy's lips, and the resulting pleased hum shivers down his spine. Evan takes a moment to be pleased that Tommy hadn't shaved this morning like he'd threatened, and then he's tilting his head for a better angle and losing himself in it long enough that a few more wolf-whistles make their way across the tarmac -- Wendell and York, most likely, but when Buck finally breaks the kiss to dart a look over Tommy's shoulder, everyone has made themselves scarce.

"You gonna marry me or not, Kinard?"

It's a rare thing, but sometimes, when Buck makes him a little extra wild, Tommy does this growling thing that Buck always feels down to his toes. Tommy kisses him breathless again when Buck responds to this growl with a satisfied smirk.

---

"How much you wanna bet Hen convinces you to do a vow renewal within six months."

Buck's busy nipping at a spot of flesh just above Tommy's transverse abdominis, so it takes a second for his brain to catch up with the words.

"It's gonna be Maddie, and she's gonna rope you into it before you realize what's happening."

Tommy hums, pleased, not denying it, and runs a hand through Buck's hair, palm curling over his crown. It takes Buck a moment to figure out why it doesn't feel quite as familiar as it always does, and then he's reaching for it with a hand of his own, the tips of two fingers sliding along the smooth metal surface of Tommy's ring.

The smile he shoots up from the general area of Tommy's groin is all puppy-dog grin, and he basks in the soft, warm grin Tommy sends back. Buck tracks the crinkle of Tommy's eyes like a lifeline.

"I'm gonna lord it over everyone's head that we didn't get married because of, during, or after a health scare or a natural disaster."

"You asked me two days after we made up because of a flash flood we both thought we were gonna lose each other to, but okay."

Tommy's smile is soft. The fingers that slide around his scalp to brush reverently over his birthmark are even softer. "That time doesn't count, because we didn't follow through. You thought I was joking."

He had, honestly, at first, because they'd technically still been broken up at the time and the adrenaline and the terror at nearly losing one another had still been close. It'd taken him three days and Tommy angrily re-ringing his house key back onto Buck's keychain to realize Tommy maybe hadn't actually been joking about hopping in the chopper the next time they both had 24 off.

He's glad they'd taken the extra time, though. Glad they'd had time to drive halfway across the state in search of a ring shop they could be sure they wouldn't run into anyone at, glad they'd had the time to get new suits tailored, glad he'd had time to fuss over vows he'd still cried about while he was saying them, glad they'd done it without an Elvis impersonator standing just off to the side.

"You're stuck with me now," Buck tells him, and Buck knows Tommy's delighted bark of laughter will keep him warm for years.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hi:)

Cowboys are the only thing on my mind rn. Like I am down BAD for cowboys. But I got this idea…

Any yandere spiderverse character x cowboy reader 🤭

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about cowboy shtuff

A/N: I love your thinking!! This is such a cute idea, istg. I added two characters totally, enjoy my love <3

Hobie Brown:

He thinks you’re so badass and incredibly attractive. He finds your taste in style pretty unique and your western accent so fucking attractive.

If you wear a western hat, you can bet Hobie will tease you so much and often grab it off you, waving it above you to see how you’ll react. Nevertheless, he finds you cute with it on.

With your style of clothing, Hobie is the type to have something similar for the both of you to wear, so people know you two belong to each other. Hobie will likely give you a necklace, or a keychain to go around your belt loops.

Isn’t really all that interested in learning how to ride a horse, but he does enjoy seeing you ride – especially staring at your muscled thighs from behind. If you’re a Spider person, you can bet Hobie will jump on the back of your horse to check up on you before swinging off in the middle of combat.

If you have a ranch, he will try to help, but he ends up just messing with the cattle and making sure they do mischievous things; finding your annoyed state funny. But! He will help you groom the horses and feed the animals.

At your ranch, he’ll try to make a little competition with things – such as who can lift more hay barrels, feed the most animals, etc.

Will definitely go out of his way to buy sugar cubes or snacks for your horse(s), rubbing their chin and patting their neck. Probably has a superb relationship with them.

Loves to call you outlaw, (his) cowboy, dusty boots, and buckaroo.

Will sometimes poke at your accent, even though he loves it a lot. And yes, he will playfully correct your grammar when you say things a bit off.

Miles Morales:

Thinks you’re the coolest person ever. Loves your style, your accent, and everything you do. He has a sketchbook dedicated to you, colored in pretty Western colors.

If you have a horse, you can bet Miles will be mouth wide and immediately run up to the horse, trying to pet them and ask you all sorts of questions about them. By the time his rambling shuffles down, Miles realizes he’s probably overwhelmed the horse and asks what he can do not to scare your best friend so much.

Absolutely asks if he can ride with you, or if you can teach him how to ride. He’s a slow learner, but, with your guidance and reassuring comforts, he becomes more comfortable riding. Although, he does whine about his body hurting afterward.

Your accent is so attractive to him. He’ll be looking at you like you’re the world’s best singer when you’re telling a funny story.

You can also bet he’ll be going with you to rodeos, being the few people in the crowd who’s cheering you on very loudly.

Watches you in awe when you lasso things, especially him. Again, will ask if you can teach him to how to use a lasso and make one.

Doesn’t really say a lot of nicknames, but at times Miles will say: boots, mustang, and hoss.

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[liveyun]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 | MYG | teaser

pairing : min yoongi x oc

genre : gangster au , n s f w

w : [ redacted ] l m f a o

but this teaser!! isn't!! safe!!! for!!! minors!!!

a/n : the older version of this was originally posted on my old blog around a year ago. however, this is newly re-written and edited. you may imagine haegeum / D-Day Yoongi because i removed the ‘ buckaroo ’ ( cowboy ) elements which were previously inspired by “ That That ” mv. so if you feel like some parts feel familiar to you, you know now LMAO

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You feel as wobbly as jelly all over. Whimpering, you try to move slightly, but fail with a broken sigh.

That's when you feel a strong arm wrapping around your figure, hauling you up swiftly, as you let out a small gasp at the action. Your head spins at the sudden movement, as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Your breathing was strained as your chest heaved up and down, trying to gulp as much oxygen as you could. You realize that you're no longer lying on the floor, but rather. . .a firm, clothed chest, which rose and fell with each breath, as you felt the heartbeat resonating in your own eardrums with each second that ticked by.

Your eyes fly open at the simple realization that you were being hugged by someone, and that someone smelled like the subtle notes of lavender with a delicate undertone of citrus.

Your cheeks heat up when you realize how attractive you find this and how much your tired body seeks for the comfort his warm body provides you in the simple embrace.

You want this small moment of comfort to last a bit longer, as you try to snuggle in, but the guy seems to have different plans. He yanks your fragile body away from his own, snatching away the small warmth you had, a whine building up in your throat in exhaustion.

You don't dare to open your eyes which feel as if they're burning with hot tears, but you do feel the strong gaze piercing into your skull as you feel yourself still being in his embrace, him still holding you with a single strong arm wrapped around your waist. His unrelenting embrace felt sensitive on your skin as your muscles felt tight and sore, wriggling around a bit. Your limbs protested with pain the longer you stood on both of them, knees wobbling.

You struggle to stay awake and not surrender to the lull of pain and tiredness which wants you to.

You don't know where you are, or how you came here, but you surely know, you can surely feel that the room, or wherever you stand is freezing cold. Suddenly, the oppressive and eerie silence was shattered by a sudden and chilling sensation. A cold, metallic object pressed against your chin, and your eyes once again fly open with your heart racing, realizing that it was the barrel of a gun.

Your eyes can only pass away the unshed tears which had accumulated, soon finding yourself so close to a mass of silky but messy black hair, and you realize that you've been pulled back to your kidnapper’s embrace. It felt suffocating how his alluring scent still clouded your senses, now sending them to a hayware as you take in the close proximity.

You feel his grip on you tightening, his malevolent breath hot on your ear. A sinister, deep whisper slithered into your consciousness,

“Don't even fucking think about it.”

[bibibibuckleykinard]

Lizzie’s babbles brought him back to reality. She was laying on Tommy & Buck’s bed kicking her feet gleefully, throwing in more baby babbles, he had dressed her in a light pink long sleeved onesie with daisies all over it and matching colored socks.

“Silly girl,” He cooed at her, tickling her cheek. Lizzie giggled. “Are you ready to go with Uncle Chimney?” He asked picking the baby up from the bed. “You’re going to stay with Dada while Daddy is at work.”

Lizzie giggled.

“Giggle girl,” Buck replied with a smile as he made his way out of the room. “You know how much I love you? Hmm?” he added making his way into the Kitchen. Grabbing the extra baby bottles and placing it into Lizzie’s diaper bag along with her formula.

“Buckaroo?!” Chimney called out making his way into the back door.

“Kitchen,” he called out.

Chim made his way into the kitchen, “Where’s my favorite niece?” he asked making his way over to Buck reaching out for her. Buck leaned over for Chim to take her. “Good morning, Lizzie Lou, and how are we doing?” He asked the six-month-old. “Keeping Daddy Buck on his toes I hope,” he added. Lizzie only reached for Chimney’s chin grabbing on to it. 

[hippolotamus]

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Thanks to some prodding from James (and inspo from the tune that goes with this scene) Mirrorball fic has made a return (*chants to self* please stay, please stay, please stay) This scene happens way after anything posted so far. Nonetheless, master list of snippets and lore here. Bon appetit or whatever

Chim taps on the screen, opening Buck’s message and lets out a disbelieving huff. He scrubs at his chin, occasionally flicking his gaze up to Buck then back down to his phone. This goes on for what must be a solid minute before Buck’s curiosity and impatience get the best of him.  “What?”  Chim pockets his phone and looks at Buck, really looks at him. A piercing and disarming stare that makes him squirm, and not in a good way. It’s not often that this side of Chim shows up. The part that’s more like an older brother, loving and caring for Buck even when he probably doesn’t want to. Buck knows he should be more grateful, but right now he really hates it. He wishes Chim would go back to teasingly calling him a dumbass about whatever ridiculous thing he did or said.  “I know you’re not asking me that right now. Like, I’ve always known you weren’t the brightest sometimes, but jeez, Buckaroo, I didn’t think you were this stupid.” Buck resolutely stares at his shoes, at the album covers and other kitschy knick knacks decorating Chim’s small office, at the imaginary dirt under his fingernails. Anywhere but at the man in front of him. “Have you tried talking to him, Buck? Like actually talking to him.” “No need,” Buck sniffs, aiming for nonchalant and missing by a mile. “He made it pretty clear how he feels about things. About us.” He crosses his arms defensively and bites the inside of his cheek. He’s done crying over Eddie. (Okay, he’s not, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let himself do it in front of Chim.) “You don’t think that maybe there’s a chance-” “I don’t have anything to say to him!” He curls his hands into fists, digging the nails into his palm. “And there isn’t a damn thing he could say that I wanna hear from him right now. Or ever.” Nothing except I’m sorry, I was wrong. I fucked up and I didn’t mean it. I love you.  “He made his choice and now I have to deal with that. Because I still have shit to do. If this is how I choose to make sense of it all in my head, Chim, then so be it. So.” His breaths are ragged and shallow, his voice trembling. He swipes away the tears beginning to escape before they can roll down his cheek. “Are you going to do this for me or not?” Chim studies him for a moment and Buck thinks he’s about to get an earful. Except he doesn’t.  “Yeah.” Chim sighs, clapping him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Buckaroo. I’ll take care of it.”

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Call and I’ll rush out - BuckTommy fic

@bucktommyweek Prompt: Emergency (Day 2)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Trigger Warning: Hospitals

Summary: Buck gets hurt on the job and doesn’t expect Tommy to show up for him.

He does.

“He gazed over Tommy, still in his uniform, with his sleeves rolled up and a concerned frown in place, and mused, “You’re here. You’re really here.”

“Of course I am. Where else would I be?” Tommy answered, baffled.”

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Buck had been hit by many things in his lifetime. Fists, woods, roofs, a fire truck, a tsunami, and lighting. Somehow, he had expected a concrete brick not to hurt as much.

There was a fire in a residential building. Nothing too out of the ordinary, and they had been lucky that most of its residents were not home. Buck was supposed to be out of there in five minutes when one of the garage columns crumbled down.

When the structure broke completely, a fragment of the debris went flying towards him.

It wasn’t even that big of a piece—nothing close to what had fallen atop Bobby and May during the dispatch fire—but it still sent him staggering back.

It was a miracle it hadn’t plummeted him, or maybe he had just run out of bad luck.

The last thing he saw was Hen’s face above him, her hands sinking into his chest to check for injuries as horrible pain shot through him.

“Hold on, Buckaroo,” she told him, “stay awake.”

He tried, really tried, but Hen dissipated from his vision as his eyelids grew too heavy for him to keep them open.

When he woke up again, he opened his eyes to a white, sterile ceiling and the familiar feel of a hospital gown against his skin.

“Hey, Buck,” Maddie’s voice sounded very distant, even as her face came into view atop him. “It’s alright, I got you. You’re in the hospital.”

He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Every muscle on his body was lead, dragging him back down.

“Just rest,” she soothed him, and her voice was kind and quiet as she lured him to sleep again.

The second time he woke up, Maddie wasn’t there. He opened his eyes and found only the same white ceiling staring back at him.

He blinked and tried to call out for someone—a nurse, or one of his friends, anyone at all—because he desperately needed water to wash away the dry lump on his throat.

Before he could even try, a cold plastic cup was pressed to his hand, and he felt his neck being lifted by strong, deft fingers.

“Here, drink this,” Tommy said, “you must be thirsty.”

He stared dumbly at his boyfriend, unsure if he was real or some type of hallucination. Tommy seemed to take the hint that Buck was too dumbfounded to move any time soon and picked up the cup himself to bring it to his lips.

Buck drank the first cup, then the second and the third, until he felt the lump shrinking and then finally disappearing.

He could speak again.

He gazed over Tommy, still in his uniform, with his sleeves rolled up and a concerned frown in place, and mused, “You’re here. You’re really here.”

“Of course I am. Where else would I be?” Tommy answered, baffled.

Buck reached out to place a hand against his cheek, and his ribs protested painfully, but he took the pain in stride if it meant he could touch Tommy again.

There was a moment in there, amidst the debris and the fire, that he thought he would never get the chance to.

“Weren’t you supposed to be working today?” He asked stupidly.

It was a dumb question. Tommy was still in his pilot gear, so obviously he was supposed to be working.

Still, no admonishment came. Tommy smiled sweetly at him, the cleft on his chin more prominent than ever.

“And you were supposed to have all your ribs intact,” he pointed out, then shrugged, “but life gets in the way.”

“I’m sorry you had to miss work.”

The ‘because of me’ was implicit, and Buck truly felt bad for it.

Tommy shook his head. “You didn’t ask to be hit by a flying concrete block.”

“A small one,” Buck pointed out, trying to get his voice to stop slurring. Whatever they had given him for the pain was pretty strong, making his vision blurry at the edges.

“When my boyfriend’s best friend calls to tell me he’s in the hospital, I come—no matter how big the concrete block.”

Buck felt something warm gathering in his chest, and he was pretty sure his eyes must have been watering up with the sheer fondness of Tommy’s words.

“I meant it, Evan. I wanted to see you,” Tommy reassured him, tracing a hand through his collarbone above the bandages that covered his ribs. “Where did you think I’d be?” He asked hesitantly.

Buck would blame it all on the meds for what he said next.

“I thought you’d be gone,” he answered. “I thought you’d leave.”

Because this is the part that is scary, and when I’m vulnerable. Nothing good happens when I’m weak—nobody wants to be with me when I’m weak, is what he didn’t say.

But understanding still softened Tommy’s brow. There was a flash of kinship in his eyes when he told Buck, “It takes more than a few broken ribs to scare me away.”

“I’ve got a lot more than that in store,” he chuckled, and the pain sparkled through his torso again, a lot stronger.

“Then I guess I’ll call myself lucky that today was just a broken rib day.”

Tommy bent over to press a kiss to his forehead, then another to his cheek, and a last one against his birthmark.

Buck didn’t think anyone had ever kissed him there other than Maddie, but the gesture always brought him comfort—a sense of belonging that came from someone who knew all the things that made him who he was and still decided he was worth loving.

Buck knew he was no longer the scared child who felt like he didn’t belong to anyone other than Maddie. He was still hers—would always be hers—but he was also Bobby’s, Hen’s, Eddie’s, Chris’, and Chim’s.

Amidst the haze of the drugs and the pain, Buck realized he wouldn’t mind being Tommy’s, too.

He ought to tell Tommy that another time, when his head didn’t feel so heavy and he wasn’t drugged out of his mind.

“Stay,” Buck asked, fighting the sleep that was coming for him. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he felt his consciousness slipping into slumber.

“I will,” Tommy agreed. It sounded like a promise, and Tommy never broke his promises.

Buck slept.

[j0elmill3r]

joel volunteering at babygirls school and her being LIVID when she sees other kids playing with him like? thats HER daddy

Your face screwed up as you looked over at your dad, who was playing duck duck goose with a group of your peers, sitting with them in the circle with his legs crossed.

Was...was your dad seeing other children?! You felt betrayed, cheated on - Like the way the wives did in desperate housewives when their husbands slept with their best friends, to be honest, you didn't understand what was going on in the show, but Sarah watched it, so you wanted to. Dropping the ball you were holding, you made your way over to your dad.

"Daddy," You called out for his attention, a pout of fury on your small face as you grabbed your dad's hand. Joel, worried that you were upset or needed help, got up and let you lead him away.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" Joel asked you, sitting down on the playground's 'quiet time' bench with you, even though he looked comically large sitting on the child-sized bench.

"You playin' with the other boys and girls," You pouted, looking up at Joel through furrowed brows. Your dad chuckled as he shook his head, he had known you to be possessive over him, he was your daddy, no one else's. "You're my daddy, not theirs." You said confidently, crossing your arms over your chest. Joel smiled as he pulled you to sit on his lap, placing his chin on top of your head.

He had decided to volunteer at your pre-school for a couple of days during the week to try and ease your separation anxiety, and it was clearly working since you were able to accept that your dad would leave at lunch and you would then see him again in a couple of hours.

"I know that I'm your dad, baby. I just wanted to give you some space to play with your own friends," Joel explained to you, watching as the cogs turning in your head, considering what your dad had said. "And anyway, aren't you sick of me being around you all the time."

"No! No daddy!"

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The conversations that happen on the way back to the firehouse are always wildest after sex-related calls.

Hen will admit that their newest probie does occasionally exhibit the obnoxious habit of speaking as though his whole entire twenty five years on this earth have given him ample time to become an expert on absolutely everything, but things don’t get weird until Chim tries to bait him by saying, “Well how would you know, Buck? Not like you’ve ever had a dick in your mouth.”

The probie’s shocked and offended face is entirely predictable and, admittedly, hilarious. Hen cracks open her water bottle and prepares to tune out whatever well meaning but ignorant and at least mildly offensive assertion of his heterosexuality is about to spew from this boy’s mouth.

She is not prepared for him to hotly retort, “Of course I’ve sucked cock. I’m not homophobic!”

Hen promptly chokes, water pouring down her chin as she coughs and sputters all over the cab. 

“Shit, Hen, are you ok?” the probie asks her, thumping her back in a way that he should know as a trained EMT does not actually help in this situation.

“Fine,” Hen wheezes, waving him off as she gets her breath back. “I’m just. Gonna need you to run that back for me a little.”

Probie gives her that confused head tilt that she refuses to find adorable. The kid is a capable enough firefighter when he’s not running off half-cocked to try some big damn hero stunt, but he is a Chad of the highest degree. Hen does not and will not like him as a person.

“What? Oh, the blowjob thing?” He says with eyes that are way too wide and earnest for someone casually talking about oral sex. “It was no big deal, really. It was ages ago.”

Hen holds one finger up at him and takes a few deep breaths just to make sure she’s not going to cough any more, then says, “I am going to need to know who convinced you that there was a dick-sucking requirement for being an LGBT ally.”

Hen is genuinely worried the kid is going to hurt himself if he keeps thinking this hard.

“Oh,” he says, frowning with concentration. “Well, I guess it was more like in that specific situation than, like, in general.”

“Buckaroo, you’ve gotta know we’re gonna ask,” Chim says, leaning forward eagerly to hear whatever absolute mess of a story is about to come out of Buck’s mouth.

Buck manages to look surprised at Chim’s sudden interest. “There’s not, like, some big story. I was in Vegas, some friends invited me to Pride and I’m always up for a good party. We wind up at a club, this guy asks me if I want to blow him, and, you know, what was I supposed to do? Say no?”

Hen glances at Chim, who looks just as dumbfounded as she feels. 

“Uh, yes?” Chim says. “I mean, obviously if you're bisexual or heteroflexible or whatever we aren't gonna judge, man. But most people who aren't attracted to men won't suck a cock just cuz some guy asked.”

Buck shrugs. “I wasn’t gonna leave the poor guy hanging just because I’m not gay. I was in a gay club during Pride. He had every reason to assume I swung that way. When in Italy or whatever, you know?”

“Rome,” Hen croaks. “The expression is ‘When in Rome’.” 

Buck looks at her with his confused puppy face. “Isn’t that in Italy?”

“Sure,” Chim says, cutting in smoothly before Hen blows a gasket at the sheer absurdity of this boy. “But the expression’s about the Roman Empire, not the city.”

“You mean Ancient Rome?” Buck says, “Wasn’t that more than, like, 200 years ago?”

That’s it. That’s the final crack in Hen’s sanity. “Two HUNDRED? Bobby, pull over. I need to kill your probie.”

“For what?” Buck squawks as Bobby sighs heavily.

“General ignorance of the world!” Hen snaps. “I don’t know how you’ve survived this long, but it ends today!”

“Hen, not again,” Bobby says, dry as a bone. The captain mostly keeps to himself, but every now and then he’ll offer a peek into a delightfully twisted sense of humor. “It’s getting hard to cover up this many of them going ‘mysteriously missing’.”

The indignant noise that comes out of the probie's mouth makes all the brain damage she’s sustained from this conversation worth it.

At least until Chimney decides he's still curious and asks, "So were you any good?"

"Well, it was my first time doing it and I was pretty drunk," the probie hedges, before proudly adding, "but, I can shotgun a beer in under four seconds so opening my throat like that was kinda second nature."

"Please stop talking," Hen begs. "Just, close your mouth and never open it again."

He pouts at her. He actually pouts. "What about when I need to eat?" he asks.

"Don't. Speak." Hen repeats. "If I never hear another word about your sexual exploits, it will be too soon."

The probie mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key. "No more sex talk at the fire station," he says. "I promise."

He absolutely does not keep that promise.

Unfortunately, Hen ends up growing fond of him anyway.

[stuckymonkey]

Kinktober Day 4: Oral

Sam x Bucky x Nat

word count - >1k

a/n - my first time writing with this pair! I hope you all enjoy :D

I kind of wrote this as a drabble because I'm feeling lazy😶‍🌫️🫥

Bucky liked to take his time with his lovers. He used his tongue skillfully to tease them and bring them to a mind blowing orgasm. He knew each of his lovers' tells and weaknesses. For Natasha, she Always fell apart when he kissed the insides of her legs and above her abdomen. She also loved when he would peer up at her from between her legs.

When he added a finger on top of suckling at her bundle of nerves, she would cry out for him, making hm rut his hips into the mattress.

Finally, when Buckaroo encouraged her to ride his face, she was a goner, a babbling and whining mess, squirming and writhing in the sheets as Bucky played her like an instrument.

With Sam however, he liked to tease tenfold. Sam knew this and each time, without fail, he would try and rut his hips into Bucky's mouth to which he earned a soft smack to his thigh.

When he behaved however, it was heaven. Bucky would be sure to slobber and make a mess all over his dark tip and balls, taking everything into his mouth, just trying to make his best guy feel good.

Sometimes he would suck on only Sammy's tip, coaxing pre cum from his shaft, lapping it up like a man starved. He loved to trace the veins along his length too, kissing them and nibbling at them, making his boyfriend's legs shake.

Sam's favourite thing was when Bucky would choke on his cock, taking him all the way to the base, practically kissing the bundle of hair on Sam's abdomen. He loved watching the way Bucky's eyes would tear up as he tried his best to please him, chocking and gagging as Sam came down his warm throat.

Natasha was a tease and she worked on her own terms. She rarely stayed consistent, changing up her routine to keep her boys on their toes. Sometimes she would make them cum only from sucking on their soft balls, or she would play with their tips, taking them both in her mouth at once, letting them rub against each other in her sinful mouth.

She loved to make them beg, if only to reward them after for being such good boys. Their frenulums had been sucked and nibbled on on more than one occasion.

Samuel was a generous angel. He listened to every request and followed it out the best he could, licking slower or faster, adding more pressure or taking it away.

Bucky loved how quickly he could get him wet, his cock soaked in spit as it slid down Sam's throat. He was always so giving, taking his time and making sure Bucky was enjoying every second.

With Natty, Sam liked to probe his tongue in her pussy, trying to taste as much as he could before she gushed all over his chin. He knew just how to position his face so she could ride it. His nose often bumped at her clit, giving her shocks and jolts of pleasure.

Overall, they loved to tease and play with each other. Each of the triad has a very talented mouth that they love putting to work to bring pleasure to their partners.

I actually really enjoyed writing this! I will definitely be writing with this ship more in the future!

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 19

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 19

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning?

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @hallowedbecastiel , @heytheredean , @jensen-jay

Wordcount: 2236

See Author's note at the bottom please.

Chapter  19

"You guys ready to go?" you called out when you heard Sam and Dean coming down the hall.

"I think so," Sam answered, stepping into the mess hall first. "Do I look okay?" He was so adorably unsure as he gazed down at the his white and blue plaid button-up and his new jeans.

You gave him the once over and smiled up at him. "You look great, Brawny." He smiled and bent to kiss your cheek. "Want to grab the cooler?" you asked, gesturing toward it as Sam nodded and went to retrieve it.

Dean stepped up next and you looked him over, too. He had on a plaid button-up he'd left open with a simple black tee underneath. He was also wearing a new pair of jeans that were oil, grease, and bloodstain-free.

"You look handsome, too," you told him.

"Might as well disappear standing next to you, sweetheart," Dean said with a smile.

You grinned and Dean took your hand, turning you in a slow circle so he could admire the way your leggings hugged the curve of your ass, and the way the thigh-high boots made your legs go on forever. When you were facing him again, he lifted your chin with a finger, kissing you slow and sweet.

"Save it for the camera," Sam said as he brushed past you to head for the garage.

"You do know you're on the other side of the camera, right?" Dean called after him.

Dean picked up Jonah where he sat in his car seat a few feet away, and you glanced around to make sure you had everything before you followed after Sam.

You opted to sit in the backseat with your son and let Sam ride shotgun when you all piled in the car. Dean turned on some soft music and Jonah promptly fell asleep ten minutes into the drive, just as you'd hoped he would.

"He's out," Dean observed after glancing in the rearview mirror.

"I'm telling you, a nice warm bottle before a car ride," you said. "It's the magic combination."

Just shy of an hour later you'd reached your destination, or at least, as far as you could go before setting off on foot. Dean parked the car and cut the engine, and you got out and stretched as Sam grabbed the cooler again.

You grabbed the backpack with the water bladder in it and double-checked the baby’s sunscreen, pacifier, bottle, and diaper-changing stuff was all inside before you rolled up the thin blanket you'd brought along and slung it on your back. Just then Jonah woke up and started to fuss in his car seat.

Dean unbuckled him and pulled him out of it, speaking to him as he did. "We’re here, buckaroo. Come on, let's get you settled." He laid Jonah down in the backseat of the car and changed his diaper for a fresh one, snapping his onesie back up and pulling the tiny little jeans back around Jonah’s waist, and straightening his little button-up plaid shirt that was fitting of the smallest Winchester.

Sam had a baggie ready to go and caught the balled-up dirty diaper when Dean tossed it to him over the car. Sam tied it off in the bag and set it next to the front tire to wait until you returned.

Dean tucked the baby up against him snuggly as you fit the baby wrap up and over Dean's neck and shoulder. The two of you had done this enough times that you had it down to an art, and a moment later Jonah was safely swaddled against Dean's middle.

"Alrighty," Dean said. "And we're off."

There was a little game trail alongside the river, and Sam led the way with you and Dean falling in step behind him.

The river water was fresh and clean, and you couldn’t help but notice all the Rainbow Trout that were visible swimming just beneath the surface. A slight breeze caressed your skin, and the sunshine kissed your face in between the shade from the tree limbs.

"I needed this," you admitted as you walked.

"Yeah, me too," Sam agreed.

Dean nodded for you to go first when a large rock temporarily narrowed the trail. "I need to bring my pole sometime. From the look of things, the fishing oughta be great here."

“You should,” you agreed. “You don’t get to do enough fishing.”

Jonah was perfectly content to be swaddled against his father as the three of you walked along the riverbank. You found a pretty little spot where the water slowed just before a small tributary led into it. There were several large rocks near the water’s edge, big enough to comfortably sit down on, and some trees provided light shade just yards away.

“I think this is it,” you said as you all stood and gazed at the scenery.

“Yeah?” Dean asked.

You nodded. “It’s perfect.”

You set your backpack down against a rock and pulled Jonah out of the baby wrap Dean wore so Dean could remove that, as well. Sam walked around the area, judging the shadows created by his tall form, and gauging the angle of the sun in relation to the light along the riverbank.

“What do you think, Brawny? Do you agree?”

“Of course,” Sam said. “The light is perfect right now.”

And that’s how your little Winchester family photoshoot began. Using Sam’s phone, he took a bunch of different pictures of you and Dean with Jonah, you and Dean alone together - although you wondered how those would turn out as Sam wore Jonah in the baby wrap at the same time as he snapped photos - and then pictures of you holding Jonah by yourself, and Dean doing the same.

When Sam was satisfied he’d gotten shots you would love, you took the phone from him and took pictures of all three of the guys together, as well as shots of Dean and Sam together, and Sam holding Jonah by himself.

With a little finagling and a lot of laughing, you managed to prop the phone up at the spot where a little branch jutted out from a tree trunk. Using the phone’s timer, you also took several family shots of all of you together with the river babbling in the background.

By the time you’d taken your fill of pictures, you’d all worked up an appetite. You spread out the blanket on the ground, pulled a bottle out for Jonah, and sat, shielding him from the sun with the baby wrap while he drank in your arms.

Dean crouched down nearby, gazing into the water with a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Penny for your thoughts,” you offered.

He cocked his head to look at you. “Just happy to be alive, sweetheart. Happy to be here with you and Joey and Sammy. Thanks for planning all of this today.”

You smiled. “Thanks for being on board.” He chuckled softly. “What?” you asked.

“It’s just that I haven’t had my picture taken that many times since our wedding day.”

“I’m fully aware,” you said with a smirk. "We were long overdo."

“I don’t think I’d get your hopes up yet as far as photo quality,” Sam said with a laugh as he opened up the cooler to start pulling lunch out. “You haven’t seen ‘em yet.”

“I have faith in you, Brawny," you told him.

Sam chuckled again. “Save your faith for my vampire-beheading skills, or my research skills. Hell, shooting almost anything else, but shooting pictures is not my forte.”

“I think what she’s saying is beggars can’t be choosers, Sammy,” Dean added with a smirk.

“If I get my way, you’ll be getting plenty of practice from here on out,” you told Sam. “We need to do this more often.”

Sam nodded, smiling as he handed Dean a sandwich.

Dean held the sandwich out toward you. “You sure you don’t want me to take him so you can eat first?”

“You go ahead. I’ll finish giving him lunch first.”

Dean got to his feet and opened up the sandwich. He’d made several of them for your picnic lunch before leaving the bunker that morning. There were also individual snack-sized potato chip bags and bags of mini-carrots as an alternative. You couldn’t help but notice he even ate a bag of carrots himself, even though he chose to finish off a little bag of chips afterward. It was still progress, and it made you smile.

When Jonah finished his bottle, Dean took him from you and moved to the edge of the water. Sitting down on the ground and holding Jonah in his lap, he pointed out the trout that swam lazily in the water, telling Jonah what type of lure he’d try when he came back to the spot.

That night, back at the bunker, you'd pulled up the photos from the day on your laptop. Despite Sam's doubt in his photography skills, the problem didn't lie in trying to find good shots you wanted to enlarge and display on the walls, but rather in narrowing it down your selection as there were so many to choose from.

Three weeks later the pictures you'd ordered as metal prints arrived in the mail. You and Dean took Jonah for a ride into town and picked them up at the post office before driving back to the bunker.

Dean offered to feed Jonah and put him down for his nap so you could go through the metal prints and start hanging them up.

For the bunker's library, you chose to hang two shots of all four of you that you'd captured using the timer on Sam's phone. In one image you were all smiling, poised, and perfectly happy. In the other, Dean held Jonah while you'd hoped on Sam's back spider monkey-style and you'd all chosen to stick out your tongues and screw up your faces while Dean flipped the bird at the camera. Staring at the last one made you smile so wide your face hurt.

The pictures perfectly represented the line the Winchester family walked between domestic bliss and crazy-ass chaos. You wouldn't have changed a thing.

You also hung another photo in the library, this one of Sam and Dean standing together and overlooking the stream with Dean's hand resting on Sam's shoulder. They looked like they'd come straight out of a clothing ad in a Cabelas magazine. You loved it.

You took a few metal prints to Sam's room that you'd had made just for him. One was a copy of the crazy shot where you all looked like you'd lost your damn minds, and the other was a picture of Sam leaning back against a tree trunk and holding Jonah in his arms. It was peaceful, serene, and Sam's face was so full of love as he gazed at his nephew. You knew if you stared at it too long you'd be wiping back tears.

You hoped Sam would like them. He was down in the bunker's shooting range when you left the prints on his bed for him and carried the rest to the room you and Dean shared.

You hung several metal prints on the walls in your bedroom. One large print was of you and Dean up close with Jonah sandwiched between you, each kissing one of his chubby little cheeks.

You had two smaller metal prints made, one with Dean sitting next to the river on a rock with Jonah lounging in his arms, and one of you holding Jonah up towards the sky and smiling up at him.

You hung another shot Sam had somehow managed to snap when Dean dipped you back for a kiss, surprising the hell out of you.

You'd chosen a large print for a moment when Dean had pulled you close, trapping your hand over his heart with his own and giving you that sexy smirk that always makes you smile like a schoolgirl with a crush.

You were still surprised at just how perfectly the photo captured the intimate gesture you and Dean had shared over the years.

"Did he go down okay?" You asked as Dean walked into your room just then.

"He was fighting it a bit." He sat the baby monitor down on the desk. He's good now, though. Out like a light." Dean put his hands around your waist from behind, gazing at the prints that were now hung on the walls. "Wow. These turned out great."

You nodded. "They really did." You turned in his arms, gazing up at him, and he leaned down enough to kiss you.

"I don't know how you do it, sweetheart," he said. "You somehow manage to keep finding ways to make this place feel more safe and cozy than it already is."

"Family does that," you told him. "That's why Baby will always be home, too."

Dean smiled, eyes locked on the picture of him dipping you back to kiss you. The next thing you knew, one of his hands wrapped around the small of your back, the other going to the back of your head as he dipped you again, making you squeal in surprise. He cut you off with a kiss that was soft and slow and made the blood rush to your head a little more than gravity already had.

This is the end of Act VII.

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[sweet-sammy-kisses]

Please Don't Take Our Sunshine Away

For @badthingshappenbingo​ prompt survivor’s guilt  Title: Please Don't Take Our Sunshine Away

Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairings: Eddie/Buck, Maddie/Chimney, Bobby/Athena, Maddie & Buck, Christopher & Buck, Jee & Buck, Isabel & Eddie, Christopher & Eddie, Bobby & Buck and Chimeny & Hen Rating: Teen Word Count: 1,743 Warnings: Spoilers for 6x10 In a Flash, Aftermath fic, hurt Buck Summary: Staring down at Buck Christopher felt his heartbreaking as he looked at the man he had come to see as his second dad. "Buck, I know you can hear me and I know that you are fighting to come back to all of us. We miss you and we are all lost without you. Dad needs you to come back. I need you to come back to us. I never got the chance to tell you that I love you so much pops. That I hoped one day you and dad would realize what we all know that you two are meant to be. You love each other so much. Dad and I aren't whole without you, it is like the sun has hidden behind the clouds and it won't come back out until you wake up. Please pops come back to us." Christopher begged his shoulders shaking with his sobs.

Or Buck's family waits for him to wake up. You can read it on AO3

This is one of the hardest things Chimney had to do but it had to be him who told Maddie.

"Howie, what's wrong?" Maddie could read her boyfriend like a book and she knew something was wrong she had felt it earlier a phantom pain ripping through her. "What happened to Evan?" Because she knew that with Chimney before her and Jee happily playing with the stuffed bunny Buck had given her that it was her baby brother that had caused that pain.

"Maddie.." Chimney couldn't finish he tried to be strong but his voice broke off into a sob and the wounded sound that Maddie made as she broke was one that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Chimney could do nothing but pull Maddie into his arms, he couldn't offer her any promises that Buck was going to be okay.

+*****+

"Dad!" Christopher's normally happy cheerful greeting usually wrapped Eddie in a feeling of warmth but not tonight, tonight he was numb and he was about to have a tough conversation with his son.

"Dad? What's wrong? Did something happen to Buck?" Christopher could read his dad and the heartbreaking look in his eyes was one he only wears when either he or Buck was hurt.

Crouching down Eddie looked his son in the eyes, "Buck was hurt tonight and it's bad, very bad." The last time that Eddie felt so helpless was when Buck had been pinned under the fire truck and could only listen to him scream.

Christopher's fingers gently trailed over his face making Eddie focus on his son and not his pain, "Buck is going to be okay. He is going to find his way back to us."

Eddie wanted to believe his son, he wanted to have faith that Buck was going to come back to him but he couldn't not when he felt Buck's lifeless body underneath his hands as he took over compressions from Chimney.

"It's okay dad, I can believe enough for the both of us."

And that had Eddie breaking down in front of his son.

+****+

"I thought I would find you here."

Bobby hadn't even heard Athena approach until she spoke he had been so focused on what he was writing. "I'm sorry I just couldn't sleep." Sleep wasn't his friend lately every time he closed his eyes he saw Buck being hit by lightning over and over again just dangling there. He can still hear Eddie's desperate cries as he rushed up the ladder to get Buck down not stopping to think about his own safety all that mattered was getting to Buck. He can still see Chimney starting compressions refusing to lose another brother.

Slim arms wrapped around him and he could feel Athena resting her chin on his shoulder, "What happened to Buckaroo wasn't your fault. No one can control the weather and we both know that the last thing that Buck would want is for you to be blaming yourself."

"I know but I can't get that night out of my head." Bobby looked at the book he had been writing in.

An understanding smile appeared on Athena's face as she pressed a kiss on Bobby's cheek. "Buck is going to love the fact that you are giving him all of your recipes." Bobby had been writing them out every chance he could, once May had found out what Bobby was doing she went out and found a special book for Bobby to write them in.

Bobby had broken down in tears when he saw the picture of him and Buck on the cover.

"I'm just afraid that I'm not going to give them to him. I can't lose another son." Bobby's voice broke off into a sob.

Letting go of Bobby Athena moved so that she could couch down in front of her husband, "Evan Buckley is too stubborn to stop fighting to come back to us. He gets that from the both of us."

That gained her a wet chuckle from Bobby, "Indeed he does."

+******+

"It should have been me." Chimney's soft broken words snapped Hen out of the daze she had been in since the moment Buck had been hurt, it felt like she had been swimming underwater for days. Like she was trapped in an endless nightmare seeing Buck their sunshine so lifeless.

"Don't you dare say that!" Hen snapped back.

Tears in his eyes Chimney slammed his fist onto the table, "You don't understand Hen I was going to go up first but Buck said it was his turn. It should be me lying in that bed."

Taking Chimney's chin in her hand Hen forced him to look at her, "And Buck would be doing just as you are blaming himself and wishing it was him in your place. Chimney it is no one's fault. No one can control the weather. Maddie is already dealing with the thought of losing her brother don't make her think she could have lost you as well. And don't count our Buckaroo out yet he has so much to come back for, he has us, he has Jee and Maddie,  and he has Eddie and Christopher who he would never leave."

Chimney's shoulders shook as his sobs escaped him and Hen wrapped her arms around him and together they cried over their friend.

+******+

Eddie had never felt this level of exhaustion as he forced a smile on his face the last thing he wanted was to make Christopher and Carla worry about him more. He had just finished sitting beside Buck before Maddie kicked him out telling him to go home. If he didn't have Christopher to come home to he would have stayed at Buck's side twenty-four-seven.

"Dad, you'll never guess who came to visit." Christopher seemed a little happier than he had been since that night Eddie had to tell him about Buck's accident.   As Christopher came to greet him a familiar figure followed him, "Abuela? What are you doing here?"

Smiling Abuela tugged Eddie into a hug once she reached him, "You think I would stay away when my Evanito needs me? When you and Christopher need me? I came as soon as I could."

The gentle touch of his Abuela, the love and concern in her eyes was the tipping point and Eddie let himself break.

Abuela could understand his pain, "Do not grieve for him yet, he will find his way back to you. I have never seen two souls as entwined as yours. For as long as you breathe Evan will be by your side."

"I love him and I haven't had the chance to tell him that yet," Eddie whispered.

Smiling softly Abuela wiped the tears off of Eddie's cheeks, "Then you will just have to tell him when he wakes up and before you even considered saying he might not feel the same way let me stop you, he loves you just as deeply as you love him. I have had that kind of love and I see it in you two."

Eddie clung to his Abuela's words.

+******+

"Now remember Jee you have to be careful with Uncle Buck." Maddie reminded her daughter as she placed her on the bed next to Buck.

Jee was too young to understand why her Uncle Buck couldn't play with her, why he wasn't picking her up and covering her face in kisses.

Maddie's heart broke at the sight of her daughter's sad face as she sat on the bed beside Buck, "Uncle Buck is seriously hurt so he needs a long nap to get better but I know he is missing you as much as you are missing him."

Laying down Jee rested her body against Buck's and somehow Maddie managed to hold back her sobs until Jee fell asleep snuggled against her Uncle and she reached out to take Buck's hand in hers. "Come back to us Evan we need you."

+******+

Staring down at Buck Christopher felt his heartbreaking as he looked at the man he had come to see as his second dad. "Buck, I know you can hear me and I know that you are fighting to come back to all of us. We miss you and we are all lost without you. Dad needs you to come back. I need you to come back to us. I never got the chance to tell you that I love you so much pops. That I hoped one day you and dad would realize what we all know that you two are meant to be. You love each other so much. Dad and I aren't whole without you, it is like the sun has hidden behind the clouds and it won't come back out until you wake up. Please pops come back to us." Christopher begged his shoulders shaking with his sobs.

+******+

It was late and Eddie had sent Christopher home with his Abuela but he couldn't leave, he couldn't leave Buck alone. Moving the chair to beside Buck's bed he took his hand in his. "Please Buck come back to us. I need to tell you I love you." Eddie didn't know how long he had been asleep or what woke him until he felt the hand in his give a gentle squeeze. "Buck?"

Blurry blue eyes stared back at him. Eddie had never seen such a beautiful sight, "Buck, your awake."

Forced out of the room as Buck's doctors looked him over with trembling hands Eddie pulled out his phone and dialled Bobby's number.

"Eddie?" There was no missing the pure fear in Bobby's voice.

"He's awake Bobby. Buck is awake." For the first time since that horrible night, Eddie was crying tears of joy.

A choked sob came over the line, "I will tell everyone. You just keep an eye on our boy." Bobby ordered.

"I will." Eddie knew that it wouldn't be long before Buck's hospital room was filled with the others but he needed a moment alone with him first.

"Mr. Diaz you can come back in now." Buck's nurse informed him.

Buck was more awake when Eddie entered the room and Eddie quickly retook his spot beside Buck and linked their fingers back together. "I love you Evan and I am so glad that you came back to me." Buck smiled at Eddie, "I'll always find my way back to you Eds, you're my perfect couch.  I love you too, so much."

[rqgnarok]

lights will guide you home

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Buck runs.

Despite how he’s running towards his life, towards his family, he has to leave them behind to get back to them.

He leaves Bobby, high and drunk and somehow still fundamentally wise because that’s who he will always be to Buck: someone to lean on, to learn from, to seek comfort in. A parent, in every way the Buckleys never were.

He waves Chim off, the slightest bit relieved when he hears he and Maddie have met and even if this world isn’t real if it’s a universe where everything is absolutely wrong, Maddie and Chim find each other. They gravitate to each other and become one of the couples Buck admires the most in his life, has watched and understood more about love than his parents or his partners ever taught him.

He has to lean in and kiss Hen on the forehead, finding his footing amidst all the adrenaline when he comes to the realization that she’s the one thing that hasn’t changed. She made gentle fun of him the second she saw him even if he was a total stranger, helped him despite her better judgment, and brought him closer to coming home. She smiles at him, hits him on the chin gently with her knuckles, and tells him, knowing. “Go home, Buckaroo.”

He almost doesn’t stop for his parents. They look at him the way he’s wanted to his entire life, soft and loving and with their arms raised prepared to keep him and embrace him as they’ve never done before. He doesn’t feel that pull towards them but he does give them his forgiveness, for himself more than anyone else.

He stopped holding a grudge a while ago without even realizing it. How could he not, with the family he’s built? Bobby and Athena, Maddie and Chim and Jee, Hen and Karen and-

Buck does stop for Christopher. He feels lighter, suddenly, almost knocks himself off his feet when he sees that toothy grin directed up at him like sunshine itself. He kneels on the ground and Chris falls into his arms like Buck was made to hold him, like there was always an empty space carved out inside of him he didn’t understand until Eddie brought his kid into Buck’s life, gave him to Buck like the most precious gift, like-

Like Eddie’s own heart. Like a declaration of something Buck hadn’t been ready to hear.

“Can we go home now?” Chris asks against his sweater, and Buck hides his face in his little curls that somehow still smell like fruity shampoo, a detail not even the most powerful lightning was able to scratch from his mind.

Like the memory of Eddie’s go get them, cowboy. Like the fundamental premise that even after someone loses their memory after a coma, they don’t forget how to breathe. Buck woke up confused and dizzy and knowing Eddie has his back, always.

“Yeah,” his laugh is wet as he kisses Chris’ hair, the same hair strangers have confused for Buck’s genes in this smart, wonderful firecracker of a little boy. And yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course.

He helped make Connor and Kameron’s kid, but that baby isn’t his. This one, in his arms, that he didn’t meet until he was 11 is, and Buck knows it like he knows the sky is blue and dirt is brown and he’s coming home to Eddie and Christopher Diaz whether his subconscious wants him to or not.

“Come on, buddy, let’s go home,” he draws back to smile at his kid, wiping his tears with his shoulder. “Let’s go get your dad.”

Chris’ laugh is bubbly, and when Buck starts to run again, he doesn’t follow him. That’s okay, Buck thinks. That’s okay, I’m coming. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming-

Daniel says all the right things. If Buck hadn’t learned what he was supposed to in here he might’ve caved. He might’ve believed him and stayed in a world where his job didn’t threaten his life and his parents loved him and his sister’s smile was always slightly off and he didn’t know any of his friends and the parents that stepped up, his partner and their kid.

But Buck knows. He does know, he doesn’t need to have a life-altering accident to know that any world without his family is not worth it. Not for anything in the world.

Buck breaks the glass, and he breathes.

He breathes, and breathes, and breathes.

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finished the ep and realized I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF IN THIS HOUSE. hope you enjoyed!

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