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alchemistc · 5 months ago

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won't make my mama proud

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Buck's just gonna say it. He's not gonna be cagey about it. He's not gonna make it weird. Everyone important doesn't need an announcement, they'll - they'll see him, and they'll understand, and Buck will get to enjoy himself.

His parents are the wildcard.

"E- Buck," his mom starts, brow furrowed as she looks at the seating chart. She's getting better at catching herself, and it's small fries but it's not nothing. "Why did George get moved to table seven?"

He'd been a little giddy, sitting at Maddie's kitchen table with the seating chart out, the tips of his ears bright red and the smile refusing to leave his face, basking in the little hip-shake arm-wave dance Maddie'd done when he asked if she could fit a plus one in.

Buck honestly couldn't remember who they'd moved to make it work, but it'd made the most sense - Tommy knew Bobby and Athena, he knew Karen and Eddie and Marisol, he wouldn't have to sit with a table of strangers who didn't even know a "George" anyway.

His mom's eyes flit to the extended family table, where Tommy has been tucked in between Eddie and Denny. He'd made the place card himself, intent to match the script from the printers, tongue sticking out as he swooped the 'Y' out in gold Sharpie on a piece of leftover cardstock cut to match.

"Uh - I'm bringing a date, after all," Buck says, and he watches his mom slide through names, a mental list of people she vaguely knows of. The Marisol thing had been a point of contention - extended family meant family to Margaret and Phillip Buckley, and they'd already made an exception to let Chim include Eddie and his son at that particular table. They'd acted like the relationship to the bride and the groom was going to be hovering over the top of each table. So. She knows the name Marisol. She knows Athena and Bobby. Knows Karen.

The list of potential dates is growing smaller by the minute and clearly it's not computing.

He's just gonna rip the bandaid off. "His name is Tommy. My date."

Once upon a time, he'd have taken an opportunity like this to make sure he was the center of fucking attention for as long as he possibly could be. Maybe drive home the point that his parents didn't know him as well as they claimed they did. Definitely press their buttons, see if he could invite a reaction out of them.

Now he waves off his mother's confused silence. "I already ran it by Maddie and Chim, they know him." Sort of. It's too complicated to explain to his parents, right now. Maybe if the dancing goes well, at the reception. Maybe once he's snuck about fifty more kisses in.

"Buck, you can't bring a friend as a plus one to your sister's wedding."

He doesn't see why not, really, but that's - very much not the point. Oh. Oh yeah, that's a little painful. He gets why Tommy'd slammed the brakes, now, when he'd stuck his foot in it.

"Good thing he's my date, then, mom."

Even after all this time, he always feels like he's one bad interaction away from laying into his parents, but he tempers it. This isn't really about him, or them. This is about Maddie's wedding, which is two days away and doesn't need the distraction of the brides family having it out. Again.

"What do you mean?" she asks, and - her defensive voice always sounds like she's expecting a direct attack, teeth at her jugular and she's too frail to stop it. He's always hated the way she does that, because it always makes her sound like the victim of a heinous crime when half the time she's just trying to deny something she's been accused of.

Buck takes a deep breath through his nose. "Tommy. He's my date to the wedding. Once we've all eaten and toasted at the reception he'll be the one I'm getting drinks for, he'll be the one I'm introducing to Maddie's work friends, he'll be the one I'm dancing with." He'll be the one I'm going home with, Buck doesn't say, even if he really fucking wants to. He'd gotten a dick pic for the first time last night that had rocked his entire fucking world and he's very ready to explore the realities of finally understanding he's attracted to the male form in a sexual way.

She goes through what seems like all the stages of grief at once. Not unexpected, but still kinda shitty to witness. But she's - they're both better. His parents are trying. He'll give them that. She shores up a PTA mom smile.

"Oh. I didn't know you... Well I just didn't know."

"It's new," he says, because now doesn't feel like the time to tell her he's been analyzing old friendships for weeks now, that his penchant for trying to create deep bonds with men he admires has taken on a new meaning to him. He doesn't want to get into the conversation he'd had with Tommy two nights ago, Tommy laughing but understanding as Buck regaled him with the tale of how he'd followed the varsity kicker around like a lost puppy for most of his junior year and he'd only just figured out why. "Tommy used to work at the 118, though, so he's not exactly a stranger."

He doesn't really feel like giving her more than that. It's new to him, too, it's new and fragile and it's settling warm in his gut, this feeling like he finally knows the way to make a proper chili is to add some unsweetened cocoa powder. The recipe works without it but it was never quite right, until the secret ingredient got thrown in.

"You'll have to introduce us," his mom says, and Buck thinks about it - about the way Tommy will internalize the confused looks his parents try to hide, and the way Buck will want to curl tighter around him because of it, the way he'll want to shrink under the force of his parents never quite getting him and how he knows, he knows Tommy won't let him shrink.

"Yeah," he says, and his mind goes back to thinking of Tommy in a suit.

Tommy with a button undone that turns into three by the third song, Tommy fiddling with cufflinks, Tommy with suspenders, Tommy's ass in a pair of crisp tapered trousers. Buck wonders if he's an ankle sock with dress shoes guy.

His mom turns back to her trove of little gift bags, plastic crinkling as she ties another finished one off. He's - it feels a bit like he's waiting for a shoe to drop, sitting there next to her as her hands continue to pull jute twine from its roll in even six inch lengths, cutting them, twisting bags and tying them off.

Their hands meet the next time he slides a pile of filled bags over to her -- a bubble jar, three Jordan almonds, four Kisses, a quarter inch of crinkle paper on the bottom. Buck goes to move his hand back and her soft, wrinkled hand reaches out to pat his knuckles before she returns to her twine.

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He picks up Tommy's call when he's halfway home. "Hey," he says, and he knows Tommy can hear the smile in his voice. He can't bring himself to care.

"Hey. Did you already eat at your sisters?"

"No, my parents took Jee out to dinner so Maddie and Chim could have the night before Maddie imposes her weird twenty-four hour no contact rule."

"You Buckley's," Tommy says, and there's something fond in his voice that makes Buck's heart squeeze, just a bit. "I know I'll see you tomorrow night, but I thought, if you're not busy --."

"I'm not busy," Buck interrupts, and Tommy's little chuff of a laugh echoes back at him.

"Maybe I'm about to ask you to detail my truck for me."

Buck's still trying to find the right way to word his thoughts about armor-all and gear shafts when Tommy cuts across them.

"Low hanging fruit, Evan," he warns, even though he can't have possibly known what Buck was thinking.

"I was thinking about the twig, not the berries," Buck shoots back, and Tommy groans.

"You have sufficient evidence not to call it a twig."

"Which is why I was trying to compare it to the gear shift, before you derailed that train of thought."

"Do you wanna come over for dinner or not, Evan Buckley?"

Buck taps his thumbs on the steering wheel, does a little jig in his seat, tries not to smile so wide that he scares the driver next to him as he coasts to a stop at a red light.

"Are the berries on the menu?"

"The stick shift too, if you're lucky."

"This metaphor is getting a little murky."

"If you wanted to stop for shitty burgers I wouldn't mind," Tommy admits, voice softening, and Buck is already trying to plot out the best route to In-N-Out from here to Tommy's. "If you think of a way to make an Animal Style innuendo you are not getting into my pants tonight."

"I'll stick with the hot meat puns, then."

Tommy laughs, bright and loud, goofy like he can't quite control it, and Buck settles into his seat, flipping his blinker to get into the turn lane so he can double back a few blocks.

"You far enough away I can hop in the shower without telling you where I keep my hide-a-key?"

"Yeah, but maybe you should tell me anyway."

Tommy hums, and something settles under Buck's skin when Tommy gives him a frankly ridiculous set of instructions that no first responder is ever gonna follow in an emergency when they could just kick the door in, dispatch instructions be damned.

It's far too early in this, but Buck's pretty sure he's deep enough in this that it wouldn't weird him out if Tommy told him to keep the spare. He doesn't, and Buck doesn't mind, but it's there, in the back of his mind, that feeling like they're both in this for the long haul.

"Hey, I told my mom you're coming as my plus one," Buck says into the comfortable silence that drifts over the line. Tommy knows the bare minimum about his family, really, but he knows that's significant all the same.

"How did that...go?" And Buck keeps forgetting that Tommy wasn't always confidently out, that he's experienced the coming out conversation with a lot worse results than Buck's experienced, so far.

"She was mostly weirded out that you made George move to table seven," Buck jokes, because he's not sure he's fully unpacked how he feels about it yet, and Tommy - Tommy gets that.

"If I'm stepping on toes, I don't mind sitting with all the weird singles and estranged aunts, Evan," Tommy assures, for the twentieth time.

"You're sitting with the people I want you to be sitting with," Buck reminds him, and hopes he understands the part of that that Buck doesn't know how to say out loud yet.

"Noted," he says, that same tone as when he met Buck for coffee, a few weeks ago now, the weight of understanding the things between the lines.

"Go shower," Buck tells him, and tries not to let his imagination run too wild at the thought. "I'll see you in a bit."

Tommy doesn't immediately respond, and Buck can imagine him on the other side of the call, debating whether or not to make the dumb joke about detailing his gear stick himself. He clearly has better impulse control than Buck. "See you soon," he says after a beat, and hangs up before Buck can draw him back in.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan fic #margaret buckley tw #idk why i'm constantly giving the buckley parents the benefit of the doubt in my fics #considering i think they should be roasted over a spit for eternity

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inawickedlittletown · 17 days ago

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One Year - BuckTommy - 8x06 fix it

Summary: This is my fix-it because I for one can't take that break up being the end. So, it takes a while, but they belong together. Words: 6k Read on Ao3

The first time he saw Evan again, it was from afar. It had been a couple of weeks. They were at the same call, Tommy somehow winding up on the ground. He spotted Evan walking next to Eddie with Howie and Hen just ahead of them, heard their voices despite how loud everything was. He kept his distance, and only once ran into someone from the 118. Ravi, who gave him a smile and nod.

The next time, it was at one of the badge and ladder bars. Lucy had forced him to go. Had she not been holding his arm, he would have turned and fled. Instead he saw Evan throw back a shot and then walk over to some guy whose physique told Tommy he had to be a firefighter. He saw as Evan said something that made the other guy laugh and then they were getting drinks together and…and Lucy took him out the door while he tried to catch a breath.

Tommy wasn’t new to a break up…it was just that this one was hitting harder than any before.

Before Evan, there had been three boyfriends. Before and in between were hookups and one-night stands and even some friends with benefits that popped in and out of his life. He’d come out when he was in his early thirties, around the same age as Evan. Of course, for Tommy it had been different. He’d been hiding it from everyone and even from himself.

In the army, he and some other guys had had a bit of fun. Masturbating together and pretending it was all fine and heterosexual because they weren’t touching each other. He’d exchanged one or two blowjobs here or there like an exchange of favors with guys that had girlfriends waiting for them back home. He lied and told them he had a girl too. Pretended he didn’t like giving as much as he liked receiving.

Things were much the same when he was at the 118, except that pretending he had a girlfriend was harder. He even tried to date women. Abby…he’d met Abby when the 118 went to a call about her mother. She’d almost burnt down her whole house by forgetting to turn off a stove and looking back that had definitely been an early sign of her dementia. Abby was nice and Tommy couldn’t deny that he got along with her and it helped that she understood how busy his job kept him and what his hours were like.

Dating Abby was the first time he felt like maybe he could do it. Marry the girl. Have some kids. Lie to himself and the world forever. As unfair as it was to Abby, it just…Tommy could tell that it might work. It was why they got engaged. It was why he was so sure about getting married but then there were guys he met on calls or that he checked out from time to time and he didn’t think he would ever be able to put that away. Instead, he would wind up cheating on Abby and making the hurt worse. So, he broke it off and felt horrible when he realized that Abby had gotten the blow of her mom’s dementia diagnosis.

After Abby, Tommy went a little wild. He slept around. Found out more about himself. Knew that he could never do what he did to Abby to any other woman. He heard at some point about Abby taking up with a younger guy. In what universe could Tommy have expected that years later he would date the same guy.

One night, he ran into Karen at a Target of all places. Tommy was there to pick up detergent and he was just deciding between brand name or the store brand and also trying his hardest to not buy the brand he knew that Evan used, when a cart bumped into his.

“I’m so sorry,” Karen said.

He looked up slowly.

“Tommy,” Karen said warmly. “Hi.”

Behind her came Denny and Mara. Mara he’d only met a handful of times and he knew her to be a little shy. Denny smiled at him.

“Hi, Tommy.”

“Oh. Hi,” Tommy said. “You got your cast off.”

Denny nodded. “A little while ago.”

He remembered sitting in that hospital waiting room and how he’d tagged along to Denny’s room and hadn’t expected that Denny would want him to sign his cast seeing as he was all but a stranger, but Denny did offer him the marker and Tommy did sign.

Despite wanting to, he didn’t ask about Evan. He hardly managed to ask about Hen.

“She’s good,” Karen said and then, “hey, listen, you don’t have to be a stranger.”

He offered her a tight smile.

“I’m serious. Hey, how about dinner soon?”

He shrugged and Karen insisted, pulling out her phone and throwing dates at him until he agreed.

Before she left, Karen grabbed his arm. “I don’t know what happened, no one really does, Hen says he doesn’t want to talk about it. You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to, but that doesn’t mean you’re not our friend still, Alright? That doesn’t just go for Hen and I, either.”

Eddie had reached out the day after. The day after that too. And the one after that one. Then it was weekly. Then it was bi-weekly. Then came a final message. A voicemail. Tommy almost didn’t listen to it.

“Hey, man,” Eddie said. “I guess you decided to cut all ties. I get it. Kind of. And look, Buck is my friend, but you are too and I don’t drop my friends. I know you’re hurting too, so don’t be afraid to reach out. I’m here for whenever you’re ready.”

Tommy never called him. He thought about it. Almost texted him several times. He missed Eddie.

He missed their easy friendship and the way that Eddie had welcomed him so wholly. He just couldn’t face him because Eddie would give it all away about how Evan was doing and Tommy wouldn’t be able to keep his own feelings in. It would burst out and then Eddie would know just how horrible Tommy really felt and how regretful too.

He did regret it.

He hated himself.

Tommy went to dinner with Hen and Karen. It was good. Fun, even. Neither of them asked and Tommy didn’t offer any information. Instead, he got to hear about Mara’s adoption going through finally and about how Maddie was pregnant and doing really well. He tried not to think about Evan becoming an uncle for the second time and how excited he had to be over it. They exchanged Lucy stories and then stories from way back when Tommy was in the 118. Tommy promised they would do dinner again.

The next time he ran into Evan, it had been more time than they had even been together. Tommy shouldn’t still be mourning the end of the relationship and yet…of course he was. Of course he still missed Evan desperately. So much for waylaying a heartbreak, there hadn’t been stopping that apparently and seeing Evan was like having someone reach right into his chest and squeeze.

The first guy that he ever called boyfriend was a guy named Ivan. Ivan was a little older…okay, much older, and Tommy thought he was in love. Figured that was it and that he and Ivan could be forever. When Ivan broke it off because he met someone else, Tommy was devastated.

“Tommy, I’m your first boyfriend, of course this wasn’t going to last. I always thought we were on the same page and that this was a bit of fun.”

A month or so later, Tommy realized that Ivan was right. He wasn’t torn up and he hadn’t been in love as much as wanting the security of the relationship because it meant he didn’t need to keep looking for love. He’d gotten comfortable with Ivan, but what they hadn’t wasn’t something that would last no matter how much Tommy had thought it was what he wanted.

The second guy came a year or so later. Paul was younger and Tommy met him while they were on a call. When Paul came by with muffins a few days later they got talking and Paul admitted that he was nervous but he’d wanted to see Tommy again. They had a few dates and then Tommy was rushing in with Paul. They spent every moment together and then moved in together too.

When they broke up right before their one year anniversary, it was because Paul admitted that he never thought his first real relationship with a guy could be his last and that he had more options to explore.

“Tommy, you were amazing. You will always be so important to me, but I’m not in love with you.”

Somehow, that still hurt less than Evan and Tommy only had himself to blame for that.

He saw Evan at a farmer’s market. He was with Jee-Yun who skipped ahead of him laughing. Evan was smiling after her. Tommy didn’t mean to follow, but he did keep his distance. Saw Evan buy a few things and smile at the girl that sold them to him, saw him stop at a stand selling apple cider, the man behind the counter blond and tall and bulky. Hot. His eyes were hazel and he was smiling at Evan and ignoring anyone else that approached. Evan was smiling back and doing that thing where he ducked his head bashfully before looking up through his eyelashes. Tommy’s heart ached.

Tommy walked away from that. He turned and he walked until he was back at his car and then he sat there in his truck and let his mind wander because what if Evan asked that guy out? Or the girl? What if one of them wasn’t dumb like Tommy and stuck around and refused to let Evan go. What if Tommy never got a chance to…but he’d already blown his chance with Evan and he doubted there would ever be another.

When he got to his shift later, Lucy took one look at him.

“Hey, you okay?”

“I don’t think I’ve been okay for months.”

Lucy hugged him. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened?” she asked.

He shook his head.

It was hard to even admit to himself how much he’d screwed up and how much he’d allowed his fear to color how he faced Evan wanting more than what they already had. He’d been unprepared when Evan brought it up and then it had been the Abby of it all and the way that Tommy knew he couldn’t expect for Evan to settle for him. That just wasn’t how it worked. He was the first, but not the last. Tommy just wasn’t good enough to be Evan’s last and it was something that Evan would figure out sooner or later. So why wait for their whole lives to get even more entwined and for everything to be so much harder when it all fell apart.

One night, when Lucy showed up at his house to hang out, she had tried to bad-talk Evan as if that would help. It was the night she dropped information that Tommy hadn’t known and wasn’t it wild how much he and Evan had inadvertently not shared. Six months and they hadn’t talked about anything at all, apparently.

Lucy and Evan had kissed once while drunk at a bar.

The jealousy that hit him was…Tommy wasn’t usually a jealous guy and yet the very idea made him cringe and maybe he downed two shots back to back.

“I kissed him,” Lucy said. “He didn’t push me away and I had no idea that he had a girlfriend at the time.”

It didn’t make him think badly of Evan, not the way that Lucy maybe intended. It just…it made Tommy wonder about how it would have gone if he was right. Would Evan have cheated on him once he realized he wanted more than what Tommy was willing to offer. But no…no, that wasn’t Evan was it? No, Evan would have stuck it out even when he got miserable and didn’t want to anymore and then Tommy would have had to say something and end it.

“What happened after that?” Tommy had asked.

“Between me and Buck? Nothing. I’m just saying, he isn’t this perfect guy either.”

As if Tommy didn’t know that, as if Tommy hadn’t seen exactly who Evan was from the get go. He was a mess, he was jealous, impulsive, he believed in curses, got pouty when he didn’t get his way. Evan was far from perfect, but Tommy had loved him because of it. He saw how much of the bad was still good or maybe not even bad at all.

Lucy did leave him thinking about how they had never discussed exes until Abby and how maybe they should have. He wondered if Evan would have even brought up the Lucy of it all. He wondered how he would have taken Tommy’s own exes…Ivan and Paul and…and Henry.

Henry was the last boyfriend before Evan. Gorgeous Henry who began as a friend and then started to get a bit flirty and who kissed Tommy for the first time at a New Years Eve party and then freaked out because Tommy was a guy.

Weeks of not talking and Tommy not being able to stop thinking about him to an obsessive degree. How on Valentine’s day, he was surprised when red roses and chocolate was delivered to Harbor from Henry to Tommy and a simple note asking him out. He’d gotten so much shit for that, but Tommy had secretly loved it. The romance of it all, the sweetness. Henry had been so sweet.

Henry who told Tommy that he was sorry but he had no idea guys were an option for him and how he couldn’t deny how much he wanted Tommy. They had long conversations about it and Tommy took it so slow that they didn’t even have sex for the first two months.

Tommy didn’t realize that their feelings were different. Tommy had been crushing on Henry even before the kiss and then he had him. Henry had been mystified by Tommy and his attraction to him, but it wasn’t long before his eyes started to wander. Tommy had bought his house right before they started dating and when Henry’s roommate situation got a bit difficult he welcomed him right in. It had felt like the start of the rest of their lives. That had been a mistake.

Tommy had been so blind. Looking back, the red flags had been evident. He’d been blinded by love and friendship and daydreams about a future he thought was within his grasp. Then, one night, when he managed to sprain an ankle, Tommy was first taken to the hospital and then sent home a whole thirteen hours earlier than expected. Henry hadn’t answered his calls, so Tommy got back home on his own. He found Henry in bed with a woman.

The last time he saw Henry, it was when Henry picked up the last of his things and when Henry made his apologies and excuses it felt like Ivan and Paul before him.

Tommy was never enough. Not enough. Always the placeholder for something or someone better.

“Why not just break up with me?” Tommy remembered asking.

“I didn’t know how. You were so…I’m sorry, Tommy. I guess I’m not done trying to figure out what I want.”

The one thing Henry had figured out was that Tommy was not what he wanted.

He did cry after Henry and then he threw himself into work and downloaded an app or two and didn’t try to date seriously. He had friends to call on lonely nights and then he could hit up a bar and find someone that way. Tommy had all but convinced him that it was all he’d ever have, until he met a firefighter with a cute birthmark who Tommy kissed without having planned to and who he almost wrote off after the first date and was so glad he didn’t. Breaking up with Evan was hitting harder than anyone that came before.

Evan was different. He had burrowed deep in his heart and there was no getting him out. Tommy didn’t think he wanted him out.

A few weeks later, he saw Eddie at the mall and with him was Christopher. He looked taller than the last time Tommy had seen him, and he was in LA. Eddie looked happy. Of course, he was happy. Tommy hated that he didn’t know when Chris had returned or how Eddie had won him over again.

“Tommy,” Eddie said.

“Tommy,” Christopher said.

Had it been just Eddie, Tommy might have ignored them. Instead, he turned around.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey,” Eddie said with a smile.

“Hi, Tommy,” Christopher said.

“Hey, kid, nice to see you back in LA.”

Chris gave him a rundown of his time in Texas. He talked about the friends he made and his cousins and grandparents, but how Eddie had gone to see him and then Chris decided to come back with him.

It was nice to talk to Chris and then to follow Eddie and Chris into one of the stores. Chris got distracted then, and Eddie turned to Tommy.

“How are you really?”

“It’s been months,” Tommy said.

“I know. You never called me back. You should have,” Eddie said.

“I couldn’t,” Tommy said. “You’re…how is he, Eddie?”

Eddie took in a breath. “Look, I don’t think I should answer that. Buck is coping. He’s doing…what did he call it, he’s exploring. Apparently, it’s what you told him he needed to do.” Eddie’s look was pointed. Full of judgment.

Tommy had to look away, he had to hope that his eyes wouldn’t fill up with tears. That night, right after he left Evan’s place, Tommy didn’t even remember how he got home. He did remember that he’d gone for his usual comforts. A shot of whiskey, a case of beer, and he’d tried to watch a movie and failed miserably. Hadn’t been able to watch romantic comedies since. Documentaries were out too.

“Dad,” Christopher called.

“I — I’ll leave you to it,” Tommy said.

Eddie grabbed his shoulder. “Wait. No. Just…let’s hang out. You can come over or I can come over. We could sparr or get a drink. We’re still friends, Tommy. I’m serious.”

“Okay.”

Eddie called him that night and Tommy couldn’t say no to having Eddie come over to his place. They didn’t talk about Evan the whole time, not until Eddie was getting ready to leave.

“I want to say something because I’m your friend and Buck’s friend. What you did was really stupid and I never thought you were stupid. If this was the way you always saw it going, why did you waste his time? Why did you let him fall for you? And I know you hurt yourself too, Tommy, I can see it all over you. So why? Just…answer that.”

Eddie didn’t even let him reply before he left.

Why did Tommy do that? Because even a minute of knowing Evan was worth it. Ending it early was just…he’d expected it to help because he had control and he was making the call and then he wouldn’t be devastated. It was a little late for it, apparently, at least on his end.

“He’s exploring,” he said out loud. Eddie’s words.

What had Tommy expected. God, he really was an idiot.

A week later he was at a call that the 118 was present for as well. He tried to stay well clear of them, but he couldn’t help but look for Evan. It was like being a moth drawn to light and of course Evan was his light.

He’d overheard Lucy and Melton talking on his first shift after his talk with Eddie and Melton had said everyone had a regret in love, that everyone had someone they let go of or who let them go that always left what ifs. Evan wasn’t a regret, Tommy would never regret him. What he regretted was that Tommy had allowed fear and his own baggage to cloud things and destroy what he and Evan had.

Of course, a part of him did still wonder if he had been right. Every relationship came with risk, and Evan having just realized he was into men as much as women, it wasn’t farfetched to think that one day he might think that he’d settled into something with Tommy far too quickly without really knowing for sure it was what he wanted. Evan hadn’t denied that either, he hadn’t tried to stop Tommy leaving. He hadn’t reached out. He hadn’t even asked for any of his things back — granted neither had Tommy.

Tommy had everything that Evan had ever left as his house in the drawer that had been Evan’s. Or hanging on his coat rack. In his bathroom. In his kitchen. He hadn’t had the heart to remove any of it and sometimes when he was really tired or when he’d hit the booze a little hard with Lucy, he could even convince himself that it was there waiting for Evan.

The call rang long, the fire blazing for a while and worse people stuck inside on the higher floors. Tommy was helping on the ground on a hose, he knew the 118 was helping with evacuation along with the 133 and somehow they did manage to get everyone out and they did manage to get the flames put out. Tommy wouldn’t admit it, but he spent most of the call with his heart in his throat hoping that Evan stayed safe and that nothing went wrong.

They were just getting back to the truck when he saw Evan a little soot covered, but smiling. He was talking to a reporter. Red hair, pale skin, skinny and pretty. He kept talking to her even after the camera man brought the camera down.

“That’s Taylor Kelly,” Lucy said and she pushed him to keep moving.

Taylor Kelly the reporter. Taylor Kelly who was Evan’s ex. Taylor who Evan had cheated on with Lucy. When he turned back to look once more they were no longer talking.

“I don’t get why you haven’t reached out to him,” Lucy said.

“He’s a coward,” Melton said.

“It’s been how many months now and you’re not over him. Do you want me to find out if he’s seeing anyone? Maybe you still have a shot. We’ve never seen you like this before and at first it was I guess normal. Now it’s a bit depressing. What happened, Tommy?”

“What happened is Melton is right and I am a coward,” Tommy said and then he climbed into the truck and looked away from them, glad when they didn’t talk to him the whole way back to Harbor.

He heard about Maddie giving birth from Hen. It was a passing comment one night when he went over for dinner and Tommy found himself mourning that he hadn’t been there for Evan through all of it, especially because as Karen told it, Maddie had had a hard labor.

He was shown pictures from Hen’s phone. The baby was tiny and already had a tuft of dark hair. He scrolled through pictures and then there he was. Evan holding the baby in his arms, the baby looking even smaller tucked right into the crook of Evan’s elbow and Evan smiling down with so much awe and love. It hurt to look at him, but Tommy couldn’t stop.

So maybe there had been times when Tommy allowed himself to think about a future where he and Evan stayed together, one where they were married and decided they should be parents too. He’d seen Evan around kids too often, knew Evan would want to be a dad. Tommy had never longed for that or anything, but with Evan he would have wanted it. That was all gone now.

“Oh,” Karen said. “Sorry. I forgot…”

Tommy forced himself to flip to the next picture. Another shot of Evan, this time he was looking up with the bluest glassiest eyes. He missed him. He missed him so damn much and it wasn’t fair how much.

“Tommy,” Karen said. “Hey, are you alright?”

“I miss him,” Tommy said.

“I’m pretty sure he misses you too,” Hen said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Do you have anything stronger?”

Hen didn’t mince words. She told him point blank about how after the break up, Evan had tried to act like he was alright. Then, he’d just started to do anything he could in order to keep busy.

“He started baking,” Hen said. “Then he started doing yoga. He started rock climbing. I think he even took an art class. Anyway, it was hard to watch but I guess it was better than if he sat at home wallowing.”

“Like I did,” Tommy said.

Karen grasped his wrist. “You were both hurting. What happened, Tommy?”

“He asked me to move in and I said no.”

“And you broke up over that?” Hen asked, surprised.

Tommy shook his head. “No. Yes. In what world was this going to last? He only just discovered he likes men and yeah it was going well but it wasn’t forever. If we moved in together, it was going to be so much harder when we broke up.”

“That’s…that’s bullshit, Tommy,” Hen said. “So, you broke his heart and yours so it wouldn’t happen later on.”

“I didn’t break his—”

“You did,” Karen said.

“Well shouldn’t he get a chance to explore what his sexuality means? Shouldn’t he get to figure that out instead of settling for the first guy he dates?”

“And what if he wasn’t settling?”

That kept him up all of that night. He still remembered how the conversation had gone. Evan had brought up the Abby thing and Tommy had felt put on the spot because it was the last thing he expected and then Evan had started to explain about Abby being an important relationship to him and how Tommy was just as important, the most important since, and all at once Tommy’s fears and insecurities had rushed forward because Evan and Abby hadn’t made it and now that Tommy was this gay mentor or whatever of course it wouldn’t last either. He tried to explain that to Hen and Karen and they both looked at him like he was the one that didn’t get it.

“You need to talk to him,” Hen said. “For both your sakes.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Tommy admitted.

Exactly a year after it happened, he saw Evan again.

Tommy had gone out to a gay bar because he couldn’t stay home and wallow. Lucy had also told him that he needed to put himself out there again. That if he wasn’t going to talk to Evan, then he needed to talk to someone that might give him a reason to move on. He really didn’t want to, but at the same time his right hand was getting tired and maybe some release of a carnal nature was what Tommy needed. No one had said it, but they had all kind of implied that Evan had at least gotten out there.

He and Evan had gone to that bar once, gotten a drink and then danced a little before calling it a night and heading back to Evan’s, both of them eager to get up to Evan’s bedroom. He remembered seeing more than a few eyes looking at Evan with interest and how it had made something inside him churn because Tommy had known that if Evan was on the market again he wouldn’t have a hard time finding someone that was interested in him.

Finding himself a free spot at the bar, Tommy ordered a beer and he tried not to think about the first few times that Tommy had gone into a gay bar and how nervous he’d been to actually put himself out there like that.

“Hi, handsome,” a male voice said before Tommy had even gotten his beer.

Tommy turned. “Hello.”

The guy had floppy hair. He was lanky and thin, could probably be called a twink. He was also way too young for Tommy, probably not even in his mid-twenties.

“So,” the twink said, hand reaching to touch Tommy’s chest right where the V of his shirt ended. “Want to have some fun?” He wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips and his hand climbed to Tommy’s neck.

“Sorry,” Tommy said. “That’s not why I’m here.”

“Boo,” the guy said, hand dropping away, “So why are you here?”

“A drink,” Tommy said decisively because he knew that even if someone age appropriate were to approach him, he wouldn’t have been interested. They weren’t Evan.

“Oh, well. It was worth trying. Though, I don’t usually get turned down twice in one night.”

“What’s your name?” Tommy asked.

“Owen.”

“Well, Owen, it looks to me like there are plenty of fishes in the sea. Third time might be the charm. To be honest, you’re way too young for me and I’m still…I’m hung up on my ex.”

Owen took a look around, but he turned back to Tommy. “Bad break up? Did he break your heart?”

“More like I broke his and mine. Such an idiot.”

“But, hey, you’re still hot. I could help you forget for a few hours.”

Tommy laughed.

Owen grinned. “Not ready for that. Must have been quite the guy.”

“Yeah.”

Owen wandered off and Tommy watched him strike up a conversation with another guy, someone a little closer to his age. They seemed to hit it off and next time he saw them they were out getting lost in the crowd of bodies on the dance floor.

Tommy finished his beer and was about to order another when he heard a familiar voice. Down the bar he found Evan. He was turned away from Tommy looking to one of the tables where a man was waving. Tommy couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t see Evan flirt with someone else. He couldn’t see Evan go home with that guy. He couldn’t look away.

Evan said something to the girl behind the bar and…wait, did he not accept the drink? Then, he saw Evan put some money down right before finishing his beer and moving to leave.

Tommy did the same and he followed.

Evan made it out the door just ahead of him and Tommy had to get around several people, but eventually he made it to the door and then out. Evan was just outside, arms crossed over his chest, waiting.

“Tommy,” he said.

His voice, the sound of his name, Tommy felt it all down to his bones.

“Hi, Evan,” he said and he knew his voice broke on Evan’s name.

“It’s been a year,” Evan said.

The door opened behind Tommy and Tommy had to step out of the way, his eyes never leaving Evan because maybe Evan would disappear.

“I know,” Tommy said.

“It’s felt like longer,” Evan said.

“I know.”

“I miss you,” Evan said.

“I miss you too.”

Evan was quiet for a beat and then, “then, why?”

It was high time he stopped being a coward, high time that he stopped getting in his own way or letting the past intrude on his present.

“Because I’m the biggest idiot,” Tommy said.

Evan snorted. “You’re not wrong.”

The door opened again bringing with it a wave of music. It was Owen, arms linked with the guy he’d been dancing with. He looked between them and laughed, shaking his head as he walked past them.

“Maybe we should take this conversation elsewhere,” Tommy suggested.

Tommy’s house was closer. It felt better than going to Evan’s loft, not that it stopped Tommy from remembering how it had all gone. How he’d let the door close behind him and he’d just thought that it was the right call.

Evan followed him inside.

“You know, it was so dumb of me to ask you to move in when you’re the one that owns his own place,” Evan said. “I was just…overcorrecting. Rushing. Trying to show you how much I wanted us to have a future.”

“And I got scared,” Tommy said and led Evan to the living room. “I was dumb too. I should never have broken up with you but, Evan, the way you were talking about Abby and me, it was like of course I was just here to be your next transformative relationship. The next thing that prepared you for…for whoever came next.”

Transformative. That word had stuck around for him, he realized. The comparison Evan had made about his relationship with Abby to their relationship. He and Evan sat down.

“Tommy, I’m—”

Tommy stood. “I’ll go get us some water.”

He didn’t wait for Evan to respond. As soon as he was out of the room he took a few breaths. What were they doing here? What were either of them hoping to accomplish? Did Evan want to get back together? Was that…was that the right move?

Twelve months. It had been double the amount of time that their relationship had lasted and Tommy ached for Evan. He longed for him. He still hadn’t gotten rid of any of the things that reminded him of Evan or the things that belonged to Evan either. Hell, he hadn’t even let anyone take over or make their own mark.

“Tommy?” Evan called you. “Do you want me to come to the kitchen?”

“I’ll be right back.”

He grabbed and filled glasses.

Evan had started pacing the floor. He looked distraught. Tommy wanted to grab his hands and hug him, instead he set down the water.

“We never talked about our exes,” Tommy said.

Evan’s gaze snapped towards him. “No, I guess we didn’t.”

“Come, sit,” Tommy said and motioned to the couch. “Evan, I think I let my past decide my future and clearly I was wrong and this last year has been miserable. I’ve missed you every day and I thought walking away was the right thing for you, but it was definitely the wrong thing for me and I just—”

He didn’t expect Evan to kiss him, but that’s what Evan did. It didn’t last long and Tommy wanted to pull him right into another kiss because it had been a year since the last time he kissed him — the last time he’d kissed anybody.

“Evan,” he said.

“I learned a year and a half ago that was one way of getting someone’s attention,” Evan said. “I’ve been miserable too. I hated this last year and I missed you and as much as I wanted to hate you I just love you too much.”

Then, they were kissing again and Tommy was pressed back against his couch, Evan practically crawling into his lap. His arms were around Evan again and he really hadn’t thought that he would ever have this again, but Evan was there and he smelled amazing and he felt amazing and their lips slotted together perfectly.

Tommy didn’t even realize he was crying until Evan pulled back and his hands were brushing away his tears and then kissing his cheeks. His nose.

“I love you,” Evan said. “I’m in love with you.”

His heart was soaring and he reached to cup Evan’s cheeks. “Good, because I love you too.”

Evan smiled wide at him, pecked his lips and then just hugged him. Held him. Tommy held him back.

“We’ll have to talk about it,” Tommy said. “I want to explain. I want—”

“Later,” Evan said. “Right now, I just want…I want to bask in this. In us.”

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inkinmyheartandonthepage · 1 month ago

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Time Is Just A Memory

Day 29 of flufftober and the prompt is Time Capsule. Hope you enjoy and you can read it on Ao3.

Buck was beginning to think that Eddie Diaz was right in not trusting technology.

Of course, Buck shouldn’t have been as surprised to learn that the kids of the 118 are the ones to discover his biggest secret. With the access they all have to the internet it was only a matter of time. Add in the fact that Christopher, Denny, and Harry are all incredibly bright children and yeah, okay, Buck really never stood a chance against them.

“It’s you, right?” Denny asked, eyes alight and bouncing on his toes.

“You can tell us,” Harry added, his voice almost breathless with excitement.

Buck stared down at the tablet that had been thrusted into his hands, swallowing as he looked at the screen. Buck could distantly hear his fire-family chatting and laughing deeper in the Grant-Nash home, but it was drowned out by the white noise in his mind. Buck had barely managed to make it inside and greet Athena before the kids were pulling him away into a secluded corner where the adults couldn’t overhear them. They crowded around him, pressing the tablet into his hands, their excitement filling the air around them as Buck crouched down, so they were the same height.

A grainy black and white photo filled the screen. They had zoomed in on the photo, three people filling up the screen. Buck’s hands shook as he stared at the photo. It had been a candid shot, the edges blurring around them as those in the background moved. Dancing, Buck remembered.

“That’s you, right?” Chris asked, pointing to the figure on the left, looking eagerly at Buck. Chris lifted his hand to brush against Buck’s birthmark. “It’s the same.”

Buck stared at the old image of himself, dressed in what had been the height of fashion in the late 1800’s, a wave of nostalgia passing through him. He wasn’t looking at the camera directly, but his body was angled enough that it captured majority of his face. He was smiling at something he couldn’t remember.

“Where did you find this?” Buck’s voice came out cracked and hushed, taring his gaze away to look at the 118 kids.

“We found it on Tik Tok,” Denny explained, words blurring together as he gushed with excitement. “There’s an account that is dedicated to proving that this guy –“ Denny pointed at the figure in the picture on Buck’s left. “Is a time traveller. His name is Cameron.”

“He’s everywhere,” Harry added. “We’ve been following the account and the blog they set up. Cameron appears throughout history! It’s so cool.”

“And then we saw you.” Chris was practically vibrating against Buck’s side. He looked at Buck with awe. “You’re a time traveller too.”

Buck swallowed, looking back at the picture. Buck wasn’t sure how it had ended up on the internet, but he suspected that it was Cameron’s fault. Buck’s copy of the picture was stored in a way safely in hand crafted box he had built himself many years ago. Cameron had never shied away with his immortality as Buck and Maddie had.

“Who’s the girl?” Harry asked, peering down at the screen.

The third figure in the picture was pressed up against Buck’s side, a glass in her hand and a smile on her lips.

“That’s Maddie,” Buck said, eyes tracing over her features. The words spilled out of him before he could stop them. “My sister.”

“Is she a time traveller too?” Denny asked.

Buck looked up at the three kids surrounding him. He opened his mouth to deny it. To laugh it off as a joke but the sight of their eager faces had him pausing. It had been a long time since Buck had admitted his biggest secret to anyone. They weren’t the first to figure it out, and Buck was impressed they had managed to. Over the centuries a few people had made the connection that Buck, Maddie, and Cameron were not all they appeared to be. Some had good reactions. Others had not reacted kindly.

Staring at the eager faces of Chris, Denny, and Harry, Buck knew he could trust them. They were also young enough that if they did go blurting out his secret, adults would think they were playing make believe.

“We’re not time travellers,” Buck said, eyes flickering between the three boys. His heart raced in his chest, and he licked his lips. “We have just lived through a lot of time.”

The boy’s faces scrunched up with confusion.

“Do you mean that you can’t die?” Harry asked. “Like a vampire?”

“Yeah,” Buck said. It was the easiest way to explain it to them, without getting into the dirty details. They didn’t need to know, and Buck wasn’t sure how to explain it to them. “But we aren’t vampires. I guess you could call me immortal.”

“Whoa,” Denny breathed, eyes wide. “That is so awesome.”

Buck chuckled, a small weight lifting off his shoulders. He had once felt the same way the boys had. But Buck had centuries to realise that it was not as awesome as the boys were imagining. Not that Buck was going to take that away from them.

“There you boys are.”

Buck carefully exited the tab on the tablet and switched the screen to black before standing from his crouch and turning around. Eddie was standing there, arms crossed over his chest and giving them a suspicious look. There was fondness in his eyes though as he stared at them, and Buck could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

The sight made Buck’s heart pick up in his chest and he couldn’t help but smile back at Eddie.

“What are you up too?” Eddie asked, eyes flickering around them.

“That’s need to know, Diaz,” Buck said, letting his smile slip into a smirk. “And you don’t need to know.” He turned to the boys and winked at them.

“Our secret,” Chris declared, leaning into Buck side.

Buck smiled down at Chris, his heart feeling as if it grew two more sizes. He gently placed his hand on Chris’s head, ruffling his curls.

Eddie gave a hum, squinting at them. “Food is ready, if you boys are hungry.”

The three boys whooped and raced past Buck and Eddie, disappearing further into the house.

“Should I be worried?” Eddie asked as Buck fell into step with him, his tone half joking.

“Nah,” Buck said, knocking shoulders with Eddie. “Just a riling you up, Ed’s. They were just showing me a new game they found.”

They stopped by the kitchen, Buck placing the tablet on the kitchen bench before washing his hands. He used the opportunity to send a quick text to his sister with the link to the blog the boys had found.

Three ten-year-old’s figured out my secret - B

Eddie waited for him and together they crossed out into the back yard. Buck felt the lingering worry disappearing and was replaced by a sense of peace. It was a feeling he had a lot when he was with the 118, especially when they gathered at the Grant-Nash home. Over the centuries that Buck had been alive, he had met many people but there was something special about the group of the 118. They had touched places in his heart that Buck didn’t think could be reached, not after he had closed them off to protect himself. There was only so much he could open his heart to people, only for them to leave and for him to remain with the raw pain they left behind.

“So, what did the boys want to show you?” Hen asked as Buck loaded some food up onto his plate. “Denny kept asking when you were coming.”

“Harry too,�� Athena added, giving Buck a curious look. “Wouldn’t tell us anything but they had to speak to you.”

Buck shrugged casually even as he his heart rate picked up in his chest. “Just a new computer game they found. I said I would check it out and give them my review.” Buck sometimes hated how easy it had become to lie to those he loved.

“If they wanted a good opinion, they should have asked me,” Chimney teased.

“Ha! You suck at the games more than Buck does,” Hen teased right back.

“Hey!” Buck protested mostly for show.

“It’s true,” Eddie grinned, patting Buck on the shoulder. “You’re terrible.”

Buck let out a squawk of protest. “I do not! I can take you, any day of the week.”

Eddie gave Buck a dubious look. “Oh, and I suppose you just let me win the last time we battelled it out?”

“Obviously,” Buck rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be bragging, Eddie,” Hen scoffed. “You’re only marginally better than Buck.”

Buck cackled as Eddie started protesting loudly.

The night wore on and as usual Buck wished that the night would drag on forever. It was these moments that he cherished, desperately trying to commit the feelings to memory. His own little time capsule. These, he knew, were moments he never wanted to forget. That he never wanted time to fade away. He wanted to live in these ones forever. Surrounded by the family that had wormed his way into the parts of his heart he had closed off, pressed up against Eddie’s side as they sat around the table, laughing with one another.

Buck’s phone pinging loudly with a message jolted him out of the moment. Buck fished it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen. A new message stared at him, and Buck opened it up.

How did they even find this blog? – M

Buck quietly marvelled at the way it was so easy now days to communicate as he typed a response to his sister. Technology had come a long way and while it was so much easier to keep in contact with his sister and Cameron, Buck still wrote letters to them both, preferring the now old-fashioned way of keeping in touch.

Some app called Tik Tok – B

Cameron’s going to be insufferable when he sees it – M

Buck snorted and shook his head as he tapped out a response.

I wouldn’t put it past him to have been the one who started this all – B

We can talk about it tomorrow night over dinner. I’m coming to L.A – M

Buck’s eyes widened with surprise. He hadn’t known that Maddie was thinking of coming to L.A. She had settled for a while in Boston, working at a hospital as a nurse. Over the centuries they had alternated living together and keeping separated, not wanting to draw too much attention to themselves.

“Everything okay there, Buckaroo?”

Buck looked up from his phone as Athena’s question and found that most of the table was looking at him.

“Is there someone we should know about?” Hen asked, a teasing grin on her lips.

“Hot date there, Buckaroo?” Chimney asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Buck glanced at Eddie and his stomach clenched as he saw Eddie lifting a bottle of beer to his lips, his grip tight around the glass. He was avoiding Buck’s gaze and Buck didn’t like that.

“Uh, no. No date,” Buck said. He licked his lips, staring around at the table.

It was rare for Buck to share anything personal about his life. How was he supposed to share childhood stories when they were so vastly different from everyone else? Buck had learned quickly how much it hurt to grow close to someone, only to have to move on or watch them die. Over the centuries Buck had closed a part of his heart off, never allowing himself to fully connect with a person. But there was something about the 118 that had wormed into the part of his heart, sparking it alive once again.

As Buck stared around the table, taking in the group of people he had come to call his family, he took a shuddering breath and licked his lips. Perhaps it was the boys figuring out his secret that made him bold, but Buck did something he hadn’t done in over a century.

“My sister, Maddie, is coming to L.A.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister,” Bobby said slowly, speaking as if he didn’t want to startle Buck.

Out the corner of his eye, Buck saw Eddie slowly lowered his beer bottle, a look of surprise etched on his face that mirrored everyone else’s.

“Yeah,” Buck said, shifting in his chair. His heart was racing, and he felt a little nauseated as he spoke. “She lives in Boston. She’s an ER nurse.”

Bobby smile turned fond. “So, saving lives runs in the family?”

Buck ducked his head, reaching for his beer. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“How long is she going to be in L.A for?” Karen asked kindly.

Taking a swig of his beer, Buck shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“Well,” Athena said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “If she is here next week, you’ll invite her around for dinner. We’d love to meet her.”

Buck nodded shyly. “Yeah, she’d like that.”

Maddie would. Buck had been telling her about the 118 since he had joined them. He knew the way he spoke about them was different. Maddie had picked up on that and had even asked if she could meet them one day. But Buck had been hesitant. Introducing Maddie to them meant admitting that he had opened his heart up to them, had let them in, had grown to love them all.

That was before Chris, Denny, and Harry had figured out his secret.

Buck looked to Eddie and saw him looking back at him with a soft expression on his face, something proud and fond in his eyes that had Buck swallowing thickly.

For the first time in a long time, Buck felt a small flicker of hope deep inside his chest. There was something different about the one 118, something that Buck had never felt with anyone else he had met. Maybe they were the key to breaking the curse that subjected he and Maddie to wonder through life, never dying, never aging.

Buck’s heart stuttered in his chest as Eddie’s knee pressed firmly against his under the table.

Cursed to wonder through life until the Buckley’s met their one true love, maybe Buck had finally found his.

#flufftober2024 #flufftober #ao3 fanfic #buddie #9-1-1 fanfiction #evan buckley #9-1-1 #eddie diaz #buddie 911

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 1 year ago

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hello! i have a question about circumflexes (to bach? i think i've heard them called that. the little hats) more specifically about the one in dŵr. does it do anything? i'm learning welsh and am Confused

diolch!

Croeso! Yes, the idea of the to bach in Welsh is to lengthen the vowel sound, but it's not always needed if the word has unique spelling - if I say 'No I didn't', there's no to bach on the 'o' in 'naddo', because you know how 'naddo' is pronounced.

But, thanks to (a) mutations and (b) loanwords, sometimes you get words that are spelled the same, but different meanings (think of the English 'set (of chess pieces)' Vs 'set (the solidifying of plaster)' or any of the other definitions of set). So then we use the to bach to make the words clear.

In this case, the word 'tower' is 'twr'. If mutated (yr hen dwr) it suddenly looks identical to the word for water. So water is 'dŵr', and thus you always know which word you're looking at.

Of course, this is not always possible. My favourite example of this potentially tripping someone up is the day my husband was asked to translate the name of Swansea Tennis Centre. Canolfan is feminine and so soft mutates what follows, which means that produces Canolfan Denis Abertawe.

But that is literally indistinguishable from Swansea Dennis's Centre. Who is Swansea Dennis? Why does he get a centre? Oh, the jokes. So for once they ignored the mutation, and to this day it's Canolfan Tenis Abertawe

(I believe translators have to do similar footwork to avoid housing associations becoming the association of a man called Dai)

#asks #wales!#closed for cleaning on mondays #linguistics

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writingsfrombeyondthegrave · 2 months ago

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Welcome to the Graveyard

Hello! My name is Ghost, and I use any pronouns.

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I’m making this post at the request of the lovely @siflovesbuddie. Thank you for sending me your ask, and for your interest in my own thoughts! xoxox

Resource post with names info for all the notable 911 characters, compiled by the fandom’s resident name geek (slightly better than your average baby name site, which doesn’t give a damn about accuracy or about respecting the original cultures).

Gif makers and fic writers, please feel free to use this! If you do, credit or a reblog would be nice.

Also for anyone into enjoying different cultures and languages!

Here’s an open invitation if anyone wants to consult me on any other character’s name.

Under the cut: the info for all the characters in text, including a little more detail and explanation for the (giffed) main characters

Michael

origin: Mikhael (Hebrew). meaning: Who (mi) is like (ka) God (el)? evolution: Mikhael (Hebrew) > Michael (Greek) > Michael (Latin) > Michael (English)

David

origin: David (Hebrew). meaning: Beloved (dod, spelled in Hebrew exactly like David). evolution: David (Hebrew) > David (Greek) > David (Latin) > David (English)

May

origin: Maia (Latin). meaning: The name is derived from the Roman month, which is itself named after Maia, a Roman goddess of spring. evolution: Maia (Latin) > May (English)

Harry

origin: Heimirich (Germanic). meaning: Home (heim) ruler (rich). evolution: Heimirich (Germanic) > Heinrich (Germanic) > Henri (French) > Harry (middle English)

Josh

origin: Yehoshua (Hebrew). meaning: God (Yeho and its abbreviation Yo represent the explicit, unmentionable name of God in Judaism), save (shua)! evolution: Yehoshua (Hebrew) > Iosue (Latin) > Joshua (English) > Josh (English, short form)

Denny

origin: Dionysos (Greek). meaning: God (dios) from Nysa (the region of Greece that the god of wine and dance Dionysos was born in). evolution: Dionysos (Greek) > Dionysius (Latin) > Denis (French) > Dennis (English) > Denny (English, diminutive)

Linda

origin: Lintha (Germanic). meaning: Soft (linth). Nowadays sometimes merged with the Spanish word for beautiful (linda). evolution: Lintha (Germanic) > Linda (Germanic) > Linda (English)

Sue

origin: Shoshana (Hebrew). meaning: Lily (shoshan. Sometimes conflated with rose). evolution: Shoshana (Hebrew) > Sousanna (Greek) > Susanna (Latin) > Susan (English) > Sue (English, short form)

Albert

origin: Adalbert (Germanic). meaning: Noble (adal) and bright (beraht). evolution: Adalbert (Germanic) > Albert (Germanic) > Albert (English)

Ravi

origin: Ravi (Sanskrit). meaning: Sun (ravi). evolution: Ravi (Sanskrit) > Ravi (Hindi, Tamil, Bengali, Gujarati, Nepali and more).

Abby

origin: Avigail (Hebrew). meaning: My father (avi)'s joy (gil). evolution: Avigail (Hebrew) > Abigail (Latin) > Abigail (English) > Abby (English, diminutive)

Carla

origin: Karl (Germanic). meaning: Man (karl. Sometimes used specifically in the context of ‘free man’). evolution: Karl (Germanic) > Carl (German) > Carl (English) > Carla (English, feminine)

Ana

origin: Chana (Hebrew). meaning: Grace (chen). evolution: Chana (Hebrew) > Anna (Greek) > Anna (Latin) > Ana (Spanish)

Eva

origin: Chava (Hebrew). meaning: Living (chai. The biblical character of Chava is described as ‘em kol chai,’ the mother of all who are living). evolution: Chava (Hebrew) > Eua (Greek) > Eva (Latin) > Eva (English)

Lou

origin: Hludwig (Germanic). meaning: Famous (Hlut) in battle (wig). evolution: Hludwig (Germanic) > Ludwig (Germanic) > Ludovicus (Latin) > Louis (French) > Louis (English) > Lou (English, short form)

Shannon

origin: Sionainn (Irish). meaning: Old (sen). It derives from the name of the longest river in Ireland. evolution: Sionainn (Irish) > Shannon (Irish) > Shannon (English)

Isabel

origin: Elisheva (Hebrew). meaning: My God (eli) is perfection (sheva is the Hebrew word for seven, a number representing perfection in Jewish tradition) or My God (eli)'s oath (shvua). evolution: Elisheva (Hebrew) > Elisabet (Greek) > Elisabeth (Latin) > Isabel (middle Occitan) > Isabel (Spanish)

Ramón

origin: Raginmund (Germanic). meaning: Decision (regin) of protection (mund). evolution: Raginmund (Germanic) > Raimund (Germanic) > Ramon (Catalan) > Ramón (Spanish)

Josephina

origin: Yoseph (Hebrew). meaning: He will add (yosiph. From the biblical language of oath taking: ‘So will God do to me and so he will add if I...’). evolution: Yoseph (Hebrew) > Ioseph (Greek) > Ioseph (Latin) > Joseph (French) > Joséphine (French, feminine) > Josephina (English)

Helena

origin: Helene (Greek). meaning: Torch (helene) or possibly derived from moon (selene). evolution: Helene (Greek) > Helena (Latin) > Helena (English)

Lucy

origin: Lucius (Latin). meaning: Light (lux). evolution: Lucius (Latin) > Lucia (Latin, feminine) > Lucie (French) > Lucy (English)

Toni

origin: Antonius (Latin). meaning: The name derives from Etruscan and its meaning is unknown. The first notable historical figure to carry the name was Marcus Antonius (Mark Anthony), bringing many to link the meaning to him, or incorrectly to the Greek word for flower (anthos). evolution: Antonius (Latin) > Antonia (Latin, feminine) > Antonia (English) > Toni (English, diminutive)

Nia

origin: Nia (Swahili). meaning: Purpose, aim. evolution: Nia (Swahili) > Nia (English)

Beatrice

origin: Viator (Latin). meaning: Voyager, traveler. evolution: Viator (Latin) > Viatrix (Latin, feminine) > Beatrix (Latin) > Beatrice (Italian) > Beatrice (English)

Samuel

origin: Shmuel (Hebrew). meaning: His name (shmo) is God (el). evolution: Shmuel (Hebrew) > Samouel (Greek) > Samuhel (Latin) > Samuel (English)

Doug

origin: Dùbhghlas (Gaelic). meaning: Dark (dubh) river (glais). evolution: Dùbhghlas (Gaelic) > Dùghlas (Gaelic) > Douglas (English) > Doug (English, short form)

Ali

origin: Adalheidis (Germanic) or Alexandros (Greek). meaning: There are two names whose English diminutives are Ali. Adalheidis means noble (adal) kind (heit). Alexandros means defender (alexo) of men (andros). evolution: Adalheidis (Germanic) > Adelais (Latin) > Aalis (middle French) > Alison (French, diminutive) > Alison (English) > Ali (English, diminutive) or Adalheidis (Germanic) > Adelais (Latin) > Aalis (middle French) > Alice (French) > Alice (English) > Ali (English, diminutive) or Alexandros (Greek) > Alexandra (Greek, feminine) > Alexandra (English) > Ali (English, diminutive)

Daniel

origin: Daniel (Hebrew). meaning: God (el) judges me (dani). evolution: Daniel (Hebrew) > Daniel (Greek) > Daniel (Latin) > Daniel (English)

Lena

origin: Helene (Greek) or the town of Migdal (Hebrew). meaning: There are two names whose short form is Lena. Helene means torch (helene) or is possibly from the Greek word for moon (selene). Magdalena refers to a woman who is from Magdala, the Greek pronunciation for Migdal, the town in ancient Israel mentioned in the Bible. The town’s name means tower in Hebrew. evolution: Helene (Greek) > Elena (middle Slavic) > Yelena (Russian) > Lena (Russian, short form) or Migdal (Hebrew) > Magdala (Greek) > Magdalene (Greek) > Magdalena (Latin) > Magdalena (English) > Magdalena (English, short form)

Noah

origin: Noach (Hebrew). meaning: Comfortable, pleasant (noach) or resting (nach). evolution: Noach (Hebrew) > Noah (German) > Noah (English)

Taylor

origin: Taylor (English). meaning: Tailor (from the Italian verb ‘taliare,’ to cut). evolution: Taylor (English)

Jeffrey

origin: Gautfrid (Germanic). meaning: While ‘frid’ refers to peace (fridu), ‘gau’ might derive from the word territory (gawi) or from gautaz, a reference to the Germanic tribe of Geat. evolution: Gautfrid (Germanic) > Geoffroi (middle French) > Geoffrey (English) > Jeffrey (English)

Elaine

origin: Helene (Greek). meaning: Torch (helene) or possibly from the Greek word for moon (selene). evolution: Helene (Greek) > Helena (Latin) > Hélène (French) > Elaine (English)

Jonah

origin: Yona (Hebrew). meaning: Dove (yona). evolution: Yona (Hebrew) > Jonah (English)

Evan

origin: Yochanan (Hebrew). meaning: God (Yeho and its abbreviation Yo represent the explicit, unmentionable name of God in Judaism) has graced (chanan). evolution: Yochanan (Hebrew) > Ioannes (Greek) > Iohannes (Latin) > Johann (German) > Johan (middle English) > John (English) > Ifan (Welsh) > Evan (English)

Eddie

origin: Eadmund (old English). meaning: Rich, wealthy (ead) protection (mund). evolution: Eadmund (old English) > Edmund (English) > Edmundo (Spanish and Portuguese) > Eddie (English, diminutive)

Athena

origin: Athena, Greek goddess of wisdom and fair, smart, brave war. meaning: Unknown. The goddess got her name from the city she was a patron of, Athens, but the city’s name comes from an undetermined language (likely an unknown language spoken in Greece before Ancient Greek even developed), so its meaning is also a mystery. Most people therefore associate the meaning of the name with the qualities the goddess represented. evolution: Athene (the name of the city in Ancient times) > Athena

Bobby

origin: Hrodebert (Germanic). meaning: Bright (beraht) fame (hruod). evolution: Hrodebert (Germanic) > Robert (Germanic) > Robert (English) > Bobby (English, diminutive)

Howard

origin: There are three names that have entered modern English as Howard, Hughard (Germanic), Ewehirde (middle English) and Harvardr (old Norse), making any of these likely to be considered the origin of the name. meaning: Brave, hardy (hart) spirit (hugu) or ewe (eowu) herder (hierde) or high (har) guardian (vordr). evolution: Hughard (Germanic) / Ewehirde (middle English) / Harvardr (old Norse) > Howard (English)

Maddie

origin: The town of Migdal (Hebrew) or Mahthilt (Germanic). meaning: There are two names whose English diminutives are Maddie. Magdalene refers to a woman who is from Magdala, the Greek pronunciation for Migdal, the town in ancient Israel mentioned in the Bible. The town’s name means tower in Hebrew. Madison means Maud’s son, Maud originating in a name that means might (maht) in battle (hilt). evolution: Migdal (Hebrew) > Magdala (Greek) > Magdalene (Greek) > Madeleine (French) > Madeline (English) > Maddie (English, diminutive) or Mahthilt (Germanic) > Matilda (English) > Maud (French) > Madison (English) > Maddie (English, diminutive)

Hen

origin: Heimirich (Germanic). meaning: Home (heim) ruler (rich). evolution: Heimirich (Germanic) > Heinrich (Germanic) > Henri (French) > Henriette (French, feminine) > Henrietta (English) > Hen (English, diminutive)

Karen

origin: Aikaterine (Greek). meaning: There are two Greek names it might have been influenced by. Hekaterine, meaning each of the two (hekateros) or Hekate meaning far off (hekas). Either way, during the early Christian era, the name's spelling was changed, adding an ‘h’ after the ‘t’ and tying it to the Greek word for pure (katharos). evolution: Aikaterine (Greek) > Katerina (Latin) > Katharina (Danish) > Karen (Danish) > Karen (English)

Chris

origin: Christophoros (Greek). meaning: Bearing (phero) Christ (christos, meaning anointed, Greek translation of the Hebrew word ‘mashiach’ which has entered English as ‘messiah’). evolution: Christophoros (Greek) > Christophorus (Latin) > Christopher (English) > Chris (English, diminutive)

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ellethespaceunicorn · 3 months ago

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because i’m missing my comfort people dennis and wifey 🥹 dennis leaving for work and wifey missing her boo 🥹 dennis coming home and comforting wifey with endless reassurance, kisses, and cuddles 🥹💙🫂

OMG, I love this idea, nonnie! I missed my Dennis asks!!! And this one had me bubbling! Have a very long drabble, or at least that’s what I’m calling it!

And Dennis is gonna be giving Wifey a little bit more than kisses and cuddles 🤗

Also, I'm only slightly sorry about giving your friends stripper names but I love these names too much.

You had it all planned—your first off day in weeks—and it was a Friday. You were dropping DJ off at daycare; you would meet up with Destiny for brunch and mimosas and Amber for gossip and girl talk at the nail salon before heading back to pick up your little man. You even patted your back for being so organized.

That is, until Friday morning rolls around. One by one, your previously planned activities fall off of your schedule.

Amber had been called into work, so she wouldn’t be able to accompany you.

Destiny ended up taking care of a sick child, and hearing the painful coughing on the phone cemented her plans for the day.

Even DJ didn’t want you to keep him out of daycare for the day. You thought he might want to spend the day with his lonely Mama. But he stood firm at the front door holding his jacket, knowing this was the time you usually left for school.

Helping him into his jacket, you couldn’t help but be happy that your baby boy likes going to daycare. But sometimes you just wanted him to be your little boy—let him fall asleep in your arms, hold his hand when he’s scared, or kiss him on the forehead in front of his friends.

But now he was such a big kid. Sure, he was three years old, and that’s not that big. But don’t go saying that to the parent of said child. And don’t say it to the kid either. They’ll both deny it. He’s a full adult with responsibilities and a Lightning McQueen wallet.

Your big kid wants you to let him get out of the car on his own, even though he can’t reach the ground if he were to open the door himself. He’s not big on getting walked to his classroom either.

But you get it. To him, this is the adult world. For all he knows, this is the same thing Daddy is doing right now. Putting away his lunch box and trying to figure out if he should play cars with Dante or color with Breanna.

You watch as he sits down next to a little girl with braids in her hair, and she turns to smile at him. He makes a face you’ve never seen him make before and it clicks. DJ has his first crush. And she’s adorable.

Ok, you can’t handle this right now. You decide to get a high-priced, too-sweet iced coffee and think about how it feels like your little boy is going to be moving out on his own soon, getting married, and having his own family. Sure, you’re getting ahead of yourself. But iced coffee is good for distracted thinking.

So distracted that you are surprised when your phone rings while you sit in the parking lot of the coffee shop but happy to see that it is Dennis. So happy to see Dennis’ name on your phone that you yelp in shock when you pick it up.

“Bubby! It’s so good to hear your voice,” you blurt, setting your sweet drink in a cup holder.

“It’s good to hear your voice too, sweetheart. I wanted to check in on you. Was DJ good about going into daycare?” he asks, you can hear him shuffling some papers around.

“I think he’s gonna be just fine. He’s got a girlfriend, and she’s pretty,” you lament.

“Ok, well, he gets his charm from you. We always said that,” Dennis pauses, a small chuckle escaping. “Are you sitting somewhere thinking about him as an adult? Like when he moves out and gets married and all that. Sweetheart, he is three years old. We got some time before we need to worry about that.”

“Den, you should have seen that little man. He had a whole personality. He’s a big kid now. I miss my baby boy,” you sniffle, wiping at your wet eyes.

“You know, we talked about this before, and I know I’m bringing this up at a very vulnerable time for you—”

“Dennis, just say it, baby,” you cut in.

“Why don’t we give him a little sister? And listen, hear me out—”

“How soon can you get home?” You interrupt Dennis again, and he’s not upset about it.

“Gimme twenty?” he guesses, somehow keeping himself calm through this.

“See you at home, Daddy,” you breathe, ending the call and driving yourself home.

You arrive home and see Dennis’ car already in the driveway. You park and enter the house, smiling when you see the lights are dim in the living room. Closing the door behind you, you find a sticky note that reads, “Come to the bedroom”.

You didn’t have to be told twice, shedding your clothes along the way. By the time you reach the bedroom, you are still in your underwear but not your bra. Relishing the view as you enter your room, you bite your lip in anticipation.

Dennis is lying against the pillows on your bed, unclothed except for his boxers. And if you had to put money on it, you guess he has been edging himself just thinking about you pregnant again.

“There’s my girl,” he purrs, his soothing baritone comforting your weary soul. He moves to stand up, but you put up a hand and usher him to stay in bed.

You tuck your thumbs in your underwear, pulling them down slowly so Dennis can watch. Then you move over to him, removing his boxers before fisting his cock and slowly pumping his length.

He grabs your arm, tugging you into bed with him. At first, he kisses your neck and over your collarbone. Moving to play with your breasts, he tongues at one nipple while fingering the other.

Picking his head up, he hovers over you and starts laughing.

“Ok, what happened?” you question, leaning up on your elbows.

“I was just thinking we’re so worried about our kid growing up too fast that we’re putting ourselves through it all over again. Willingly, I might add. We raced home to make a baby. Are we those people, sweetheart?” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your sternum.

“Oh, my God. I think we are those people. I want nothing more than you to give me another baby. I just want to create another little human with you. And DJ would make such a cute big brother,” you laugh-cry, pausing to wipe at your eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart. I want to create another little human with you, too,” he sighs, wiping your eyes and bringing your mouths together in a heated kiss. “Let’s make a baby.”

“Let’s make a baby!” you gush, tangling a hand in his dishwater blonde hair.

When you finally feel his length prodding at your entrance, you welcome him in then wrap your legs around his svelte waist. Once he bottoms out, you feel at peace for the first time all day long.

Dennis takes his time with you, doing most of the work. He presses kisses all along your neck and jaw, whispers the filthiest words in your ear, and thrusts into you without abandon.

He knows this moment is so precious—the making of your next child. But he also knows that this is the hottest thing he’s ever left work early for. So, you can bet he’s going to be putting in some effort.

He’s flipped you into more positions than you can count; you’re going to be feeling it for the next week or two. You’ve never felt more overwhelmed. Sex with the person you love to make a baby? The rumors are true. It’s awesome.

When Dennis feels that you’ve had enough orgasms, he settles in to chase his release. Locking eyes with you, he stares into your pretty orbs as you watch him fight to fill you to the brim.

“You ready for me, sweetheart? I’m so close. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rambles, so close to his peak that he could scream.

“I’m ready, bubby. Knock me up, already,” you goad, knowing full well that this man gets off on being teased.

“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” he surmised, seeing the smug satisfaction on your face. “Shit, fuck. I’m gonna knock you up, sweetheart. Here it comes,” he trails off, shoving his head in the crook of your neck.

Between the loving nonsense Dennis is speaking into your skin and the lingering twitches of his shaft inside you, you are overwhelmed with emotional and physical stimulation.

Before you can get too comfortable, Dennis is rising and pulling out. He hooks an arm under your bent legs and sways them gently from side to side.

“I read that doing this helps the chances of conception,” Dennis deadpans when you look at him like he has three heads.

“You have been wanting another baby, haven’t you?” If you were a cartoon, your eyes would be popping out of their sockets in the shapes of hearts. To find out he has been reading about conception has you turning into a puddle of tears.

“Sweetheart, I’ve wanted another kid since DJ was still a newborn. Watching you with him is one of my greatest joys. The idea of getting to see it all over again? Like winning the lottery twice,” he beams.

And just like that, you feel warmth spread throughout your entire body.

You’ll go on and on telling both your obstetrician and your husband that you know the exact moment that Dennis made you pregnant. It wasn’t until looking over your period tracking and counting the days since your last missed period that they realized you were possibly right.

When the doctor places your little girl in your arms after nine long months of morning sickness, bloated feet, and heartburn, she instantly quiets down. She has powerful lungs, but as soon as she is laid across your chest, the urge to fuss is gone.

In terms of looks, she is a blob that poops and eats and sleeps. She’s a baby. But she’s your baby. You turn your head to look at Dennis. And of course, he is crying. Marveling at how her little hand grabs onto his finger.

While the doctors are taking care of your nether bits, you busy yourself with watching your husband coo at his new daughter. You’re reminded of when you watched him with DJ, and it gets to you. Making new memories with your family doesn’t mean the other ones get erased.

Just means you get more of them to choose from.

Once DJ is brought in to meet his new baby sister, it’s all over. That is HIS baby sister, and HE’S the big brother around these parts. He becomes the overprotective big brother within minutes of her being born.

She’s sure to love that in her teen years. But we aren’t there yet.

Let’s just focus on all the tiny baby socks and matching the kids’ outfits together, and Halloween is right around the corner. You would love to see everyone in a matching set of whatever you could get your hands on.

And just like you did with your first baby, you imagine them with their kids. Seeing them with their spouses, happy and full of love.

But for right now, in this specific moment, you can be grateful. You have your full house with your husband and your children; you are happy, and you feel loved.

#ask reply #dennis baker #dennis baker x reader #dennis baker x you #my headcanons

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windsweptinred · 2 months ago

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@crimsalwaysawake my sibling in Orpheus x Dionysus, your asks have finally been answered. (I apologize for the wait.) And thank you for the brilliant questions. There were some really scintillating ones in here!

3. Most common argument?

One word, Apollo. Let's rub a bit Orpheus in that festering wound of brotherly rivalry shall we? 😅 I've already gone into the hows and whys here. So I won't repeat it.

But yes, the God of the Arts (and all round perfectness) is definitely the main hiccup in that extravagant, unbridled but at its core, harmonious love of theirs.

If love is Orpheus’s life blood, then music is the heartbeat that pumps it. And no matter how much he loves Dionysus, adores him beyond all reason… I think he'd be just a touch too obstinate to give up the patronage of Apollo/ devotion to the God of his craft. Not the wisest of moves when it traps you in a tug of war between two notoriously antagonist brothers. Chaos vs Order/ Madness vs Reason. Thoughts and prayers Orpheus. And obviously this is going to play on Dionysus' natural insecurities about his worth amongst the Olympians. Especially when he's up against the glorious and golden Apollo for Orpheus’s n.1 god spot.

Generally, I feel this would be more a cause of petty squabbles between Apollo and Dionysus, with Orpheus caught in the middle, then arguments between Orpheus and Dionysus. Orpheus was brought up in a polytheistic religion. His worship of Apollo (calling) and his worship of Dionysus (love) are two very different things and expected. Still, the gods are petty. And we can't deny Dionysus a few tantrums over having to share his favourite. Especially when it's the first time he's had love all his own.

8. Nicknames? And if so, how did they originate?

I think with this couple, it's going to be casual and cute abridged names. Or odes of sweet nothings. As both have the tendency to go from 0 to 100 in minutes. 😅

Day to day, I think you yourself came up with Orphe…(And just, the cuteness of Orphe! 🥹) Phe, Dio, D. Little nicknames used by themselves alone in that way loving partners often do.

Deep in their truest hearts, Orpheus is Dionysus’s ‘Reason’ and Dionysus is Orpheus’s, well… If Riddy was his ‘Muse and Saviour’...Then Dionysus is his ‘Idol and Liberator.’ It's actually one of Dionysos’s ephipets, Eleutherius or Liber in latin meaning liberator/freedom. He who frees man from himself and deliverer of man from care and sorrow. It's an obvious nod to the effects of wine, but I think it's exactly what he is for Orpheus, especially following the events of season one. His liberator from sorrow.

17. Who says I love you first?

Oh Orpheus. Most definitely Orpheus. The moment that man realises he is in love, I don't believe he has the capacity to keep that within himself. He's not a shy, self doubting person, this isn't a secret he's going to hoard. He's going to declare it on the spot like a vow. He's going to look Dionysus right in the eye and state with fervour, ‘I love you.’ Not a question, nor a request. But a declaration of devotion. I. Love. You. No matter whether the feeling is returned, know I love you. I think at Orpheus’s MOST subtle, he'd pour his emotions into song after song. Until someone literally has to point out to Dionysus, ‘He's singing about you. You know that, right?’ 😅 But I truly don't think Orpheus would be able to hold it in long enough to be a tormented artist. He'd NEED Dionysus to know. Him blurting it out in a moment of realisation at an awards ceremony would be more likely. Tell the person, tell the world is so on brand for Orpheus.

On a more sombre note, I think Dionysus would be a little reticent about outwardly declaring his love for anyone after Dennis. Lest it act like a lightning rod for Zeus's ire. 😢

#orpheus x dionysus #orpheus/dionysus #orpheus kaos #dionysus kaos #kaos #kaos netflix #otp asks #asks answered #wine&song

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rems-writing · 4 months ago

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Pirate vs. rapper. Allegedly

Pairing: pirate!Hongjoong × gn!reader

Summary: Hongjoong never knew what jealousy felt like until he and you won free tickets to go see famous rapper I.M in New York

Warning(s): jealous!Hongjoong, featuring I.M from Monsta X, mayhaps I.M isn't what he says he is? 👁👁

Genre: Fluff with a bit of angst

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

"Ok Emma said it was here..."

"Yeah this is it."

You and Hongjoong were currently in New York, standing in front of the Savior's old apartment.

This is where she and Henry stayed after Regina erased their memories before Peter Pan's curse swept them up and took them back to the Enchanted Forest.

That felt like yesterday to you.

As you and Hongjoong settled in, you flopped down on the couch and he flopped down beside you before immediately putting his arm around your shoulder so you can snuggle into him.

"Want to order take out? I'm too lazy to cook."

"Whatever you want, my baby."

You could never get used to that nickname Hongjoong gave you despite him saying it multiple times. It always gets you flustered.

"What do you feel like getting?"

"I feel like getting breakfast for dinner. Like how Wanda did it in WandaVision."

You had to pat yourself on the back for introducing the cute pirate to Marvel.

"Breakfast for dinner it is. I think we passed by a restaurant that does breakfast all day every day."

"I think you're referring to Denny's."

"That's what it's called?! How did I miss the bright yellow sign with the obvious name painted in red?!"

"Maybe you were busy admiring me."

"Damn right I was."

You didn't have time to react when Hongjoong pulled you in for a quick yet passionate kiss. You had to hold onto his collar to stabilize yourself. He soon pulled away and grinned mischievously before kissing your forehead. You shook your head and had a tiny smile on your face before snapping your fingers to make a Denny's menu appear.

"Aight so what you want?"

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The Next Day

You and Hongjoong were walking to the designated concert venue to go see your favorite artist.

Im Changkyun. Aka IM.

You were dressed in a shirt from his official merch website, blue ripped jeans, and beat up Converse. Hongjoong opted to borrow his captain's wardrobe, which would explain the black outfit.

He topped it off with black eyeliner, gaudy rings on each of his fingers, and one nail painted in black nail polish.

You had one finger painted as well but it was a light blue color instead.

You checked your tickets it, went through security, and find your spots.

Which were right in front of the stage.

You only had a few minutes until the show started so you used that time to either make a few friends

Or make out with Hongjoong.

The venue was packed and no one seemed to care so you went straight in for the pda.

Soon, the concert started.

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It had been only a couple of hours since it started, but to you, it felt like eternity.

Hongjoong was the same way, except he felt an unfamiliar feeling growing inside him.

It wasn't dread or anger.

He thinks it's jealousy, but his subconscious kept denying it. However, it would explain why he felt uncomfortable when IM kept glancing at you and smirking as he rapped and sang.

The jealousy grew when IM directly kept eye contact with the love of his life as he sang 'Happy To Die'

You noticed the way Hongjoong's hand tightened on your hip as he pulled you closer to him. You were also unfamiliar with the pirate's jealousy since he always trusted you with his heart and soul whenever you interacted with guys like Leroy, Killian, David, and so on.

You covered your hand over Hongjoong's and momentarily broke eye contact with your favorite artist so you could kiss your partner on the cheek.

"Hey. It's ok. You know I love you and you only. Right?"

"Yes, my baby. I'm sorry. I just... never felt this way before. I love you and trust you. But throughout the night, this nagging feeling kept gnawing at me."

"It's ok to feel like this from time to time."

"It's an ugly feeling."

"I understand, but as long as you trust in me and our love, it will go away."

Hongjoong smiled his pretty smile and kissed your cheek before shouting along with the crowd for IM to do an encore. You joined in on the shouting shortly after.

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Soon, the concert ended and you and Hongjoong waited until everyone was gone so you could leave the venue without any hassle. As you waited, you noticed a familiar figure walking towards you. Hongjoong must've noticed as well since he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. A shy smile appeared on the rapper's face and he spoke.

"Hey. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for staring at you the entire night. You're honestly so attractive and I couldn't help myself. It still isn't right though so here's my apology."

You didn't know how to respond since your favorite artist just complimented you so you hid your face in Hongjoong's neck so Changkyun wouldn't see the redness grow on your face.

"And I wanted to say I'm sorry to you for the same thing, man. They belong to you and I should've stayed in my lane."

"It's fine, IM. I appreciate the apology though."

"I have these for you guys."

Changkyun handed the both of you free tour shirts and you happily accepted one while Hongjoong accepted the other. You practically sprinted out of the venue so the cool air of the New York nighttime could cool down your face after you said goodbye to Changkyun haphazardly.

Hongjoong stayed behind for a little while longer, his smile turning into a snarl. Changkyun kept up the smirk on his face.

"You may have fooled everyone, including my love, but I know exactly what you are. So I suggest you back up and not follow us back to Storybrooke. Unless you want to feel the cold sharp metal of Killian's hook pierce your skin."

"Oh trust me. I wouldn't dare go near the pirate of the most feared pirate crew in all of the Enchanted Forest. I'll stay out of your way."

"Glad we reached an understanding of this situation. Have a nice night, Changkyun."

"You as well, Hongjoong."

Hongjoong walked out slowly from the venue, narrowly missing the way Changkyun's scales shimmered under the dim lighting of the venue and the way the rapper hissed quietly as his fangs poked out and his eyes turned from brown to silver.

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (10)

*The 24 OG Mentors playing “The Most Likely to” Game*

Festus: Since we’re all here, let’s start things off simple! Who is most likely to graduate with High Honors?

Androcles: That’s too easy! Coryo, Lysistrata, Urban, and Io Jasper. A.K.A the best debate kids of our year.

Diana: True. Next. Who is most likely to fail Dr. Gaul’s class?

Arachne: Sejanus Plinth and Festus Creed!

Sejanus: Wrong! My father will pay the school to let me pass her class.😎

Festus: And I’ll just ask Urban and Coryo to hack Highbottom’s computer and change my grades again.

Domitia: Typical as usual, Creed. But whatever~. Who is most likely to eat a human leg?

Coryo: *looks at Persephone Price* I think we all know that Perse-

Persephone: That was one time!

Hilarius: Your crazy dad would disagree-

Persephone: And it was Arachne Crane’s Maid!

Coryo: Percy, stop. We didn’t asked for details-

Persephone: And I was starving and she was delicious!😫

Arachne: I knew it! I knew-

Apollo: Okay! Who is most likely to use their parent’s name to get away with murder?

Dennis: Livia, Arachne, Felix, Androcles, and maybe Hilarius!

Livia: What?! I would never-

Dennis: Don’t deny it, Cardew!

Livia: Shut up, Dennis! Go suck a di-

Lysistrata: Next question! Who is most likely to disown their own parents?

Clemensia: Sejanus, Hilarius, and Iphigenia! Have you seen their defiance lately?!

Iphigenia: I’m not defiant-

Clemensia: No offense, Moss, but you’re forcing yourself to be thin as a stick, while your family literally runs the food industry.

Iphigenia: Oh, c’mon! I told you that I’m in a rebellious diet!

Vipsania: Don’t say the forbidden word, Moss!

Iphigenia: Rebellious.

Vipsania: She said it again.😱

Pup: To be fair, all of them have severe daddy issues.

Sejanus: That’s a lie. I don’t have daddy issues-

Coryo: Yes, you do, Babe.

Sejanus: Yes, I do, my love~.😍

Hilarius: True. I even gave my own father a restraining order to never secretly approach us again.

Dennis: Isn’t Mr. Heavensbee also banned from the school grounds?

Hilarius: To be fair, my mother was banned too.😔

Sejanus: What did she do?

Hilarius: My mama illegally installed secret surveillance cameras in all of our locker rooms without the Dean’s permission.😞

Juno: I’m so gonna tell my daddy about this.

Clemensia: No offense, Hilari, but your father is a creep.

Coryo: Yeah. He once tried to flirt with me and Felix.

Felix: At the freaking public library.

Coryo: And he also tried to invite me, Clemmie, and Felix to go on a secret “beach trip” with him to District 4.

Hilarius: My old man invited you guys without me?!

Coryo: That’s not the point!

Juno: Next! Who is most likely to have a crush on their assigned Tributes?

Gaius: Lysistrata and Domitia!

Lysistrata: Oh, c’mon! You can’t deny that this year’s District 12 male Tribute is just built differently~.

Domitia: And have you seen Tanner’s dance moves?! I might be the “Dairy Heiress” of Panem, but Tanner can sweep me off my feet-

Palmyra: On to the next question! Who is most likely to volunteer as a Tribute in the Hunger Games if the prize was a lifetime supply of cheeseburgers?

Hilarius: That’s so obvious! Festus and Pup are going to volunteer for sure!🤣

Festus: He’s right.

Pup: Can’t argue with that.

Io: But the real question is, who is most likely to win the Hunger Games if they were reaped as a Tribute?

Coryo: That’s so easy. Palmyra, Vipsania, Urban, and Persephone.

Florus: Please elaborate.

Iphigenia: Palmyra will win by poisoning the food and water supplies of her enemies.

Arachne: Vipsania through brute force.

Sejanus: Urban by simply refusing to die before uncovering all of the secrets of our universe.

Coryo: And Persephone will surely win by eating everyone else.

Persephone: Yeah, that’s sounds about right~.😌💅

Livia: Me next! Who is most likely to wear a ✨pink miniskirt✨ to save his comrade’s life?

Androcles: Easy again! Felix Ravinstill!

Florus: To be fair, our Class President will do anything for us.

Felix: Yes, I would.😌 But who’s the comrade who needs saving?

Apollo: Hilarius Heavensbee?

Felix: *sighs* I might beg for a longer skirt.😒

Hilarius: That was one time!

Felix: You’re just like your father, you skirt stealer!

Hilarius: I was drunk!😩

Vipsania: Next question! Who is most likely to become a ✨Sugar Baby✨?

Festus: Coryo! Definitely Coriolanus Xanthos Snow!😂

Coryo: What do you even mean by that?!

Festus: Don’t deny it, my friend! We all know that Sejanus is your sugar daddy!

Sejanus: Hi.😀

Coryo: He’s my boyfriend! Not my-

Hilarius: He’s extremely rich and he pays for your clothes, rent, and groceries. So he’s technically your ��Sugar Daddy✨.

Coryo: You’re not wrong. But he’s still not my sugar-

Sejanus: My Coryo, my Snow Angel, marry me!! Marry me and you can have my wallet, my car keys, my gold encrusted wristwatch, my blueberry cookies, and my mansion!

Coryo: Babe, calm down! I’ll marry you next year!

Sejanus: This year!

Coryo: Sure. This year.

Livia: Wait a minute! I thought his ✨Sugar Daddy✨ was Casca Highbottom!

Coryo: Ew. That’s illegal-

Livia: I swear I saw the drunk Dean crying and calling him “Crassus, my love!” the other day!

Florus: And I thought it was Strabo Plinth.

Sejanus: Not my scheming old man!

Coryo: What the heck?! What is wrong with you?!😭

Sejanus: Stop bullying my gorgeous boyfriend!😠

Lysistrata: Besties, stop being mean to poor Coryo! We all know that the superior ship is ✨SNOWJANUS✨!

Sejanus: Yeah! Snowjanus for the win!

Coryo: I give up! Game’s over! I’m going home.

*A very drunk Casca Highbottom lurks from the corner again*

Drunk!Casca: Sickle, I am telling you the truth! Something is definitely wrong with those kids!

Prof.Sickle: You don’t say.😒

Drunk!Casca: Me? The ✨Sugar Daddy✨ of Crassus Xanthos Snow? I’m already his beloved boyfriend!

Prof.Sickle: Who?! Crassus? Do you mean Coriolanus?

Drunk!Casca: Who the heck is Coriolanus?! I only know one gorgeous Snow!

Prof.Sickle: Sure. Whatever you say, Cassy~.

Drunk!Casca: Now give me back my morphling bottles!

Prof.Sickle: Not until you give me a raise!😠

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