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Mistletoe’d: Papa Emeritus III x F Reader

“Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (coming soon!)

**WARNING - NSFW CONTENT - MDNI**

Summary: After the Ministry Christmas party, you join Terzo in his bedchamber for some festive activities.

CW/Tags: characters drinking alcohol, established relationship, clothed female nude male, blowjob, penetrative sex (P in V), condom use, cunnilingus, face-sitting, face fucking

Word Count: 4381

Available on AO3! Primo | Secondo | Terzo | Copia

Author’s Note: This is the third day of the four-part series XXXmas at the Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia - please read their works too!

Happy Hornidays! ❄️

xoxo, the Naughty Ghulehs 💋

Primo | Secondo | Copia

A HUGE thank you to AlexandrMcQueer on Twitter for the accompanying artwork! Check out the full NSFW version on her account.

Tonight was finally the night of the annual Ministry Christmas party, and Christmas Eve. Papa needed your help to pull everything off, so all week you were scheduling with the bakers, the cooks, the cleaning crew, and decorating.

But after this evening, you could relax. Well, aside from tending to Papa’s needs and making sure the ghouls didn’t get too soused that it ruined their unholiday in the morning. But after the party, you could enjoy the festivities.

Everyone began milling about and socializing in the main hall, picking at the large charcuterie spread and ladling punch or eggnog into glasses. It looked like everyone from the Clergy was there. Even Imperator and Nihil showed up, though they did not seem too sociable, seating themselves at a table in the corner. Primo immediately sat himself in one of the few chairs scattered around the hall with a large mug of something warm.

Suddenly the ghouls began whooping and you turned your head to see Terzo enter in a lavish looking Santa suit - it was made of crushed red velour with flecks of red sparkles and appeared to be trimmed with white feathers.

“Nice suit, Terzo,” you quipped, eyeing him up and down as he approached you.

“That’s Papa Claus to you, principessa,” he said with a snarky grin and giving you a smooch on the lips. “And you’re Santa’s little helper.”

That you were. He’d ordered you the shortest green elf dress, although the skirt was more like a tulle tutu. The outfit was a whole ensemble, complete with an elf hat with ears, pointy shoes with bells on the end, and candy cane patterned tights. You felt ridiculous, but ’tis the season.

Everyone was in their best holiday attire - anything from ugly Christmas sweaters to formal wear. The ghouls were all dressed in elf costumes, with the exception of Dew, who was dressed as Rudolph - an antler headband fitted over his mask and a red nose strapped to the front of his mask.

Cardinal Copia was wearing an old Saint Nick red and gold cloak over his red cassock, and a poorly made attachable white beard. Secondo was dressed in an all black 3 piece suit that had a subtle fleur de lis pattern, and was chatting with one of Primo’s ghouls.

The night went on, and you were actually managing to have fun. The ghouls turned one of the snack tables into a flip cup station (much to your dismay as you shuffled the catering staff carrying fresh trays of food back into the kitchen) and several of the Siblings started Christmas karaoke, with a very drunk-looking Copia taking the lead.

Terzo flitted between you and the rest of the guests, chatting with various Clergy members (and skillfully dodging Imperator each time). He snuck up behind you, squeezing your ass.

“Make sure these old fucks are having fun, eh?” he said lowly in your ear, nodding backwards to the senior members of the Clergy.

“And just how am I supposed to do that?” you said, one eyebrow raised, his hand still under your skirt.

He winked at you, handing you a bottle of opened bourbon before cupping your ass cheek in his hand and rubbing it. “We’ll cheers soon, then I can have you all to myself.” He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

He clapped you on the ass then darted between people again. “Everybody - eggnog!” he shouted towards the crowd, raising his arms up. He was herding everyone to the center. You thought you might die on the spot from your cheeks burning red, but everyone was paying attention to him - thank Satan.

As everyone poured themselves another glass and gathered, you went around and splashed a bit of bourbon in everyone’s cup.

“Some bourbon for your eggnog, Cardinal?” you asked Copia, approaching him with the bottle.

“Eh, none for me,” he said, hiccuping and covering his glass. “It’s strong enough as it is! I’ve had th-three already.”

“It’s nonalcoholic, Cardinal,” you responded, blinking at him. He looked puzzled and walked away.

You made your way over to Primo who was almost snoozing in his chair. “Papa Primo?” you asked, holding the bottle out, gesturing towards his half empty mug. You weren’t sure if he was dressed like Scrooge on purpose or if those were just his pajamas but he mumbled something that sounded like “Bah,” and shook his head swiftly, the tassel at the end of his nightcap swinging around.

Everyone was standing in a semicircle around Terzo, who for once seemed just slightly lost for words. “Well, uh - shit,” he began, eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd. “I do not know what else to say, other than it’s been a fucking great year. We had two fantastic tours, and we’ll be continuing into next year… I, eh - met someone very dear.” He glanced at you briefly before continuing. “We won a motherfucking Grammy…!”

The ghouls whooped and cheered while the Siblings and other Clergy members clapped. You glanced over in the corner. Even Imperator seemed pleased - maybe.

“Sì, sì it has been phenomenal. You should all be very pleased with yourselves. So pleased in fact I think you should all celebrate, in eh, whatever means you choose to do. And if I do not see you all before the New Year, have an unblessed holiday. Now, we toast! Tomorrow morning we will celebrate our Savior’s birth. But for tonight, we sin.” He held up his glass and the others did the same. “To Lucifer!”

“To Lucifer,” you said, chiming in with a chorus of voices. You swallowed your bourbon-eggnog concoction - mostly bourbon by your heavy hand, you found as you winced slightly, the liquor burning down your throat. You didn’t drink much and this was your first holiday gathering at the Ministry. Next month would mark your first full year here, and the first time you laid eyes upon him - your Terzo.

“Eh, see you next year, Papa!” piped up Copia, still hiccuping as he nodded and ducked out of the crowd. You smiled at the Cardinal’s little joke. Terzo stopped in his tracks for just a moment and acknowledged Copia before walking away.

He rolled his eyes as he walked towards you then his face brightened. “Hello,” he said, standing very close to you.

“Hi, Papa,” you said, smiling at him and holding up the last bit of bourbon, swishing it in the bottle. “Saved the last for you.”

“Mmm,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. “How much? I need to keep my stamina for later.”

You took a swig and shuddered - Satanas, you still couldn’t drink straight liquor. “Not much now.” He chuckled at you and took the bottle from your hand, knocking back the rest. You coughed a couple of times and reached for some party punch, completely forgetting the one you reached for also had alcohol and coughed again.

He patted you soothingly on the back and asked, “Are you okay, tesorina?”

You nodded, finally grabbing the nonalcoholic punch and chugging some.

“Will Papa have to take care of his little elf this evening?” he said, trailing the back of his index finger over your cheek.

“No, Papa,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’ve barely had anything.”

“Good. I have a surprise for you tonight, amore.”

“Hm. Any hint?” you asked coyly.

“Not a fucking clue. Come to my room in five minutes just as you are.” He picked up a handful of hard candies from the snack table and popped a few in his mouth, staring at you while walking backwards a few paces before turning around and heading down the hall.

You continued to mingle with the other Siblings, trying hard to conceal your blushing cheeks but to no avail.

“Someone’s excited about something,” one said.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured.

“Come on - spill!”

“Well, Terzo and I -”

“Terzo?” said another.

“Oooooh!” the others said in a singsong tone almost in unison.

“He said he has a surprise for me, in his room.”

“So you graduated from office visits to home visits now?” asked the first Sibling, looking impressed.

“Well…I’ve seen his bedroom a few times,” you said, not willing to divulge the full truth just yet. You’d been spending most of your nights in his room and sneaking back into the Siblings’ quarters early in the morning. Even though each Sibling had their own room, you knew your Sisters would hear the door to the suite open.

“I think this is the most serious he’s been with anyone,” said the second Sibling. “I’ve been here a few years and usually he’s done with his fling after two months. But you’ve stuck around.” You shook your head, not willing to believe this hype only to be let down. You just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy what you had with Terzo. “You should go - you don’t want to keep him waiting.”

You smiled and bid your fellow Siblings goodbye as they all made lewd gestures to imitate various sex acts and waved you off, wishing you luck.

You walked down the silent and dark corridors, passing ghouls and Siblings alike shrouded in the shadows to have their midnight dalliances, no doubt egged on by the holiday cheer and the alcohol. You smiled, thinking about not having to hide in a hallway like when you first started dating him. Now you had his entire bedroom to have your sultry romps.

You opened his door and walked into his Papal suite, the familiar lush decor and smell of mahogany filling your senses. You passed by the small and elegantly decorated Christmas tree by the fireplace. You wondered just what his surprise might be when you saw him propped up against the wall, a rose in his mouth and —

What was that?

He was dressed in his Santa jacket and hat, with nothing else on - save one thing. Your eyes trailed along his upper body then snapped to what was in between his legs. On the end of his throbbing hard cock was some mistletoe, tied around his shaft by a red ribbon and a little gold bell below it. He waggled his eyebrows and at the same time isolated his pelvic muscles to make his cock bob up and down, tinkling the bell.

“How long have you just been standing there all hard waiting for me?”

His face fell momentarily and he took the rose out of his mouth. “I thought you would like it.”

“I do!” you said, suppressing laughter as best as you could while stepping towards him. You held onto the lapels of his jacket and leaned in. “I do.” He smiled again, a smug look of satisfaction washing over him.

“Good,” he said, handing you the rose. “Because you’re going to get stuffed and glazed just like Secondo’s honey ham.”

You bit your bottom lip, smiling. “But I don’t think it’ll be quite as delicious as you, amore.”

“It should be. I’ve been eating a lot of pineapple for this.”

“Really? Then I’ll have to taste it for myself,” you said, feeling the heat pool at your core.

He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply, slipping his tongue in. You weren’t sure where to place your hands so you held onto the rose with one hand, the other in his hair. He swiftly brought you closer to him, his quivering cock poking at your thigh under your tulle skirt.

“Mm!” you said, surprised at feeling his hardness brush against you.

“Well,” he said, pulling away to look at you. “It’s not going to kiss itself, tesoro.” He twitched his cock again, making it bob up and down and wagged his hips side to side, making it shake the other direction and sounding the bell.

You eyed him slyly as you bent down, gently falling to your knees before him and placing the rose on the floor. You took his cock in your hand and began stroking his length, eyeing the perfect pink tip at the end. Each time you stroked him, the bell would chime.

“Oh cazzo,” he sighed, leaning his head back, his lips parted.

You flicked the tip of your tongue against the head of his cock and watched his abdominal muscles contract. He was like putty in your hands.

“You like that, amore?” you asked teasingly, his shaft in your palm.

He glared at you from the corner of his eye. “Stai zitto,” he said through moans as you continued to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. But you could swear you saw a smirk pull at the corner of his mouth as he said this.

You closed your eyes as you took his entire length in your mouth, sliding him in and out and clutching onto his hips. The little leaves on the mistletoe tickled your nose each time the bottom of his cock reached your lips.

Clink! Clink! went the bell each time you slid him in and out of your mouth.

He started to whimper and moan quietly, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hand was on the back of your head, gripping your hair tighter the faster you went. At one point he began thrusting into your mouth, probably no longer able to contain himself.

Clink! Clink! ClinkClinkClinkClinkCLINKCLINK

“Mmm!” you mumbled around his cock as the greenery around his member assaulted your face over and over, scratching your nose and cheeks a little bit each time. CLINK.

Your eyes welled with tears as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. CLINK. At this point you were hardly doing any work, just kneeling there and being used as a vessel. CLINKCLINK

“Satanas you’re going to make me cum like that,” he panted as he continued pushing his hips into your face.

You smiled around him - well as best as you could - and brought him closer by gripping his ass cheeks.

“Ah - cazzo!” he exclaimed, suddenly pulling out of your mouth and panting.

“Terzo?” you asked, trying to look up but you were unable to as his hand remained on your head as he used you to prop himself up and regain composure.

“I can’t cum too soon and ruin the evening, no?” he said, standing up straight and helping you up off the floor. “Not when I haven’t even taken care of you.”

You kissed his laughter lines around his mouth as he spoke, his Papal makeup smudged from your kisses earlier. “You always take such good care of me.”

He turned to face you and held you in an embrace, kissing you passionately again, his hands roaming all over your body. He began to massage your breasts through your costume, building the arousal between your legs even more. Your breathing quickened as you both moaned into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck this fucking blouse,” he said breathlessly, breaking away and tearing at the front of your green cardigan, the buttons flying across his floor - eliciting a ‘Shit!’ from you. “Mmm!” he mumbled, kissing you again, pawing at your chest.

He fumbled around your back at your bra clasp, unhooking it after a couple of tries. You urgently slid the straps off your shoulders and tossed the bra to the floor. He bent down to take your nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around it and sucking. He alternated, pinching the other one between his fingers.

“Oh Terzo,” you sighed, running your hands through his hair, fiddling with the silver strands peppering his raven hair. He’d never admit to it, but you saw the box dye left on his bathroom counter.

Instinctively you squeezed your legs together, alleviating some of the need to touch yourself. You felt your heart race and a shiver run down your spine.

“Fuck me, please Papa,” you sighed, breath trembling.

“Mm?” he said, glancing up at you between your breasts with a glint in his eyes. He kissed all over your chest, up your neck and finally, your lips. “Is la mia principessa ready for her Papa to fuck her brains out, hm?”

“Yes Papa, please,” you said, still in a breathy whisper. “Fuck me.”

He nodded his head towards the bathroom and glanced over. “Go get a condom and meet me in bed. I’ll get the lube.”

“Why are there none in our nightstand drawer?”

“‘Our?’”

“Shit. You know what I meant.”

He grinned. “Ti stai dimenticando? We used them all last night and I didn’t have time to take some more out.”

Slightly embarrassed at your gaffe, you made your way into the bathroom and started opening drawers. “Where did you put the box?”

“Bottom drawer!” he called out.

Did he think differently of you now? Would he think you were too presumptuous and want to call the whole thing off? Or potentially, were you just overthinking things as usual? “Found it! Oh fuck, shit!”

“Sorella?” He sounded concerned and rushed over to find you on your hands and knees kneeling near the toilet.

“Almost got it!” You had dropped the roll of condom wrappers behind the toilet and had wedged yourself between it and the vanity. “Help me, Terzo!”

“Ah, I see now,” he said slyly. “Call for me in a panic just so you can entrap me.”

“What? Terzo, no, I really do need help, I drop- ”

“Sì, I can help,” he said, kneeling down behind you, his cock right up against your ass.

“It’s just, argh!”

“Argh!” he imitated you, running his hands all along your body.

“It’s right there I can’t - reach - !”

“Has anyone told you how sexy you look with your ass in the air in candy cane tights?”

You rolled your eyes but you knew he couldn’t see. “Er, no - um, thank you. But I dropped the condoms behind the toilet.”

He craned his neck to see. “Ah. This is quite the pickle we are in. You with your hand behind the toilet and your ass against my cock.”

“No, I believe it’s your cock against my ass.”

“What am I to do, tesorina? What should a Papa do when finding his lover in a compromising position, hm?” He leaned down and trailed kisses along your back, momentarily freezing your arm from the continued search of the condoms.

“Fuck…” you whispered, feeling his mouth move further south and his hands finding their way around your waist.

“What’s that, bella? You think Papa should fuck you? You called me in such a panic earlier that I did not bring the lube…mmm, what should we do?” he said, kissing you just above your ass. “Is la mia principessa ready?”

Your body ached with desire. You needed him inside you. He trailed his finger along your tights-covered behind, poking around where your entrance was. “Darling, I think your tights are just a little wet. Let’s see just how wet you are inside.” He gripped the fabric and you heard it ripping apart.

You let out a surprised gasp as the chill air hit your warm, now exposed nether regions. He entered you with a finger and your body shuddered against him as you whimpered quietly.

“Oh yes,” he said in an amused tone. “You are very ready.” He slid out and up to your clit, playing with it gently as you moaned and rocked your body back and forth to feel the friction against his fingers. “So responsive. Una così brava ragazza.”

“Please, Papa,” you said under your accelerated breath. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t worry amore,” he said, reaching over you and grabbing the sleeve of condoms that you were having trouble getting just moments before. “I will.” He tore off one and ripped it open.

You readjusted yourself on the tile floor so you wouldn’t bang your head against the toilet or the side of the vanity as you heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the clinking of the little bell still attached to his dick.

“Oh FUCK!” you both said in unison as he entered you. He slammed into your dripping cunt with such ease, you felt him bottom out immediately. The tingle of the mistletoe against your clit heightened the sensation.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! In and out, in and out. You both moaned each other’s names in pure, unadulterated passion.

“Ah - merda Sorella, you turn me into a teenager again. Fucking on the floor out of sheer desperation for one another.” Now he was so deep inside you the bell muffled against your body. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.

“So - mmm! - you’re d-desperate for me?” you said teasingly against the cold tile.

“La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca.” With that he fucked into you so hard, so fast, you couldn’t say another word. He pushed your head against the floor roughly, your cheek pressed against the cool marble so hard you could feel the grout indent. He nearly knocked the breath out of you as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time, a relentless grip on the back of your head.

“Ohhh - !” you moaned as he rammed into you over and over. CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK. He was thrusting faster, riding out his orgasm, his nails digging deeper into your hips.

“Fuck - I’m going to - cum - Sorella - !” He pounded into you, tapering off his speed as he came, his cock twitching a final time before he slumped over your back, breathing heavily.

“Satanas,” he breathed, his chest heaving wildly as he pulled out, your body shuddering under him at the loss. You heard the snap of latex and the condom hitting the trash can liner.

You turned around and sat down, leaning against the toilet. You watched him untie the mistletoe and take it off, tossing it aside. “So how was it, with that?” you asked, nodding towards the discarded plant.

“Honestly? It was a little itchy. It might just be a novelty.” He tossed himself on his back against the floor. He looked at you, his chest still rising and falling from being out of breath. “How was it for you?”

“Honestly? It was a little itchy,” you repeated. You both smiled and laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“Come here Sorella, I did not intend to leave you wanting. Hop onto Santa’s lap.”

You crawled over to him and straddled his lap, gazing into his eyes.

“What do you want this year for being such a good little girl?” He asked, caressing your arms and looking at your breasts before flicking his eyes up into yours.

“I want…endless kisses…and a mind-blowing orgasm,” you said, leaning down to kiss him.

He returned the smooch. “Mm, I did not know a present for you would also be a present for me. Come closer and sit on Santa’s face…that’s it, Satanas yes please.”

You moved up his body until you were straddling his face, then delicately lowered your body on him, doing your best to move your skirt out of the way.

He sputtered, spitting out the tulle from his mouth and pulling your hips towards his face again. He batted at the layers of fabric, cursing in Italian, before finding your cunt.

Your eyelids flitted closed as your lips parted in a silent “oh.” He took your clit in his mouth and sucked on it between his lips. He alternated between that and flicking your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. You looked down to gaze in his eyes but his face was completely hidden under a green tutu.

You began to buck your hips against his face as he used the flat of his tongue, building up the friction and feeling yourself closing in on orgasm. He switched up and deepened the suction on your clit, flicking his tongue against you simultaneously.

“Oh fuck Terzo - fuck, I’m so close!” You rocked back and forth as you pinched your nipples, heightening the sensation.

His fingernails dug into your hips again as he sped up his ministrations. Grabbing ahold of your waist, he slid you along his mouth faster and faster.

“Oh, Terzo!” you cried out in ecstasy, trembling on your knees above him as you came hard and fast in his mouth. He didn’t let up the motions or the intensity until you pulled away, giggling from the overstimulation. You climbed off of him and sat down next to him, both smiling at one another.

“How are you feeling? Good?” he asked, stroking your thigh.

You nodded your head. “Yes, very. But can I lay down next time? I’ve been on my knees an awful long time.” You both laughed.

“There’s Papa’s little hoe hoe hoe,” he said with a devilish grin. “Of course, amore mio. Anything for you.”

You held onto his hand, playfully caressing all his fingers. “It’s been a very good Christmas so far,” you remarked.

“Mmm. And you haven’t even opened your presents yet.”

“There’s more?”

“What, you thought this was it? No Sorella, go look under the tree.”

You eyed him suspiciously as you stood up, legs still a little shaky. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

You hadn’t noticed the presents under the tree earlier, but there were a few. A lot, actually. Somehow even your gifts for him were under there. One of the ghouls or housekeeping staff must have moved them for you.

One caught your attention - a gold envelope poking out from the middle branches of the tree. You reached inside the tree, accidentally sending the package spilling onto the floor. Two plane tickets splayed out on the floor.

You picked them up in wonder - your name was at the top of one, and his on the other. You walked in a daze over to him.

“You did not truly think I would leave you with just my cock for Christmas, did you?” he said, following you out of the bathroom and now leaning against the wall. “I love you, principessa. I call you princess because to me you are. My sweet little thing. I want to give you the world, my world…would Italy be a good start?”

You flung your arms around him, tears in your eyes. “Yes, Terzo. I think that will be an amazing start.”

[Stay tuned for a continuation of this story!]

Italian to English Translations

(la mia) principessa ((my) princess)

tesorina (little treasure/darling)

amore (mio) ((my) love)

cazzo (fuck)

Stai zitto (Shut up)

Ti stai dimenticando? (Are you forgetting?)

Sorella (Sister/nun)

bella (beautiful)

Una così brava ragazza. (Such a good girl.)

merda (shit)

La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca. (My little devil girl thinks she’s so smart, eh? It’s time you shut your mouth.)

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ivegotyourbackbuddie · 4 months ago

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Working on the Fourth of July is always an adventure at the 118. Whether that’s a good or bad thing really depends on who you ask.

But when they get the call to a structure fire at an abandoned building with two victims… no one can really say it’s a good thing.

Buck is fidgeting on the way to the scene enough that Eddie nudges his knee as an encouragement to speak what’s on his mind. Buck gives in immediately. “Isn’t it a little early for people to be setting off fireworks?”

“They didn’t specify the cause of the fire,” Bobby replies.

Buck frowns. “But it’s the Fourth of July.”

“It’s also still daylight out,” Hen deadpans.

“And just because it’s the Fourth of July doesn’t mean that all fires are related to the holiday,” Chimney adds, raising his finger. “Remember last year when B shift responded to a house fire caused by a Christmas tree still up during the Fourth of July?”

“It’s what they deserve for leaving up the tree past New Year’s,” Eddie comments flatly.

Buck smiles to himself but can’t help saying, “Don’t let Eddie come over to your house if you do. Unless you want him to take the tree down for you.”

Eddie points his finger at Buck. “Next time, I’ll refuse to come over until it’s gone.” Hen raises an eyebrow at him. Eddie sighs, “Chris would leave up the tree and all the decorations year round if it meant he could get out of cleaning up. Every year he insists on putting up more decorations…”

“And every year, he forgets how much he hates packing them up again,” Buck finishes. “So Eddie gives into the puppy dog eyes until New Year’s Eve.”

Hen laughs. “Denny wishes we gave him that long, but Karen has a strict clean-up schedule two days after Christmas that no one messes with.”

“Athena’s second favorite Christmas activity is putting away all the decorations,” Bobby says with a bright smile.

“And the first?” Chimney asks.

Bobby just smiles. Buck exchanges a look with Eddie. They definitely don’t want to know.

Before anyone can press Bobby for an answer, they begin to approach the scene.

It’s a bit of chaos, but luckily they get things under control while Hen and Chimney tend to the two victims - a blonde girl and a brunette guy - who… very quickly appear to be victims of their own consequences.

As Buck and Eddie are bringing the hose back to the engine they quickly get cut off by the young blonde girl yelling, “Can you get my phone from in there?!” while desperately tugging on Buck’s arm as if she’s begging him to save her cat.

Before Buck can say anything, Athena is at his side, charred phone in hand. “I would say yes, but unfortunately, your phone is going to be placed in evidence.”

“Evidence?” The girl asks. “But we were just doing a TikTok trend!”

“A… what?” Eddie asks.

The girl rolls her eyes. “You know. All these couples are talking about how excited they are to get videos of them kissing with fireworks in the background. And we thought we would beat them to it.”

“By trespassing, setting off fireworks in a building you don’t own, and subsequently committing arson?” Athena asks in disbelief.

The girl shrugs. “It was dark enough inside for the fireworks to show up on camera, and we thought it was tall enough for the fireworks!”

Eddie glances back at the building and frowns. “It’s only two stories tall.”

“Yeah! That's more than tall enough!"

Buck, Eddie, and Athena all stare at her with varying degrees of confusion. Then, Athena shakes her head and leads her away.

Back in the engine, Buck nudges Eddie’s knee. “I was right about the fireworks.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but he can’t wipe the fond smile off his face. “I’ve never gotten that trend.”

“You know about a TikTok trend?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No. Just the whole... kissing and fireworks being compared trend.” Buck frowns at him. Eddie continues, “Like… people saying that when you kiss someone fireworks go off. Or the whole 'kissing feels electric' thing. I mean. Do people really buy into that?”

Buck’s face falls when he realizes Eddie isn’t joking. “You’ve never had a kiss like that?” Eddie shakes his head. “You’ve never had a kiss that set every nerve in your body on fire or a kiss that made you get butterflies in your stomach?”

Eddie laughs. “You watch too many romcoms, Buck.”

Buck scoffs and stares out the window for a few moments wondering what it would be like to never experience that type of rush when kissing someone. Sure. Most kisses don’t feel that way, but those with a build-up and all the long-lasting tension that finally snaps the moment you lay your lips on the other person…

“I’m going to make you experience it,” Buck blurts out.

Eddie laughs in disbelief. “What?”

“I’m going to make you experience the fireworks and butterflies and electricity and all that stuff,” Buck decides. His eyes widen as he realizes his blunder. “I-I mean. With your consent of course. I’m not just going to… lay one on you randomly. That’s… not cool. More than uncool! Like… really uncool.”

Eddie glances out the window and laughs as if that's his way of ending the conversation. But then he shrugs and says, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Buck asks.

“Why not? It’s fun to prove you wrong.”

Buck cocks his head to the side and straightens up in his seat. “And what makes you think I won’t have that effect on you?”

Eddie shrugs. “Well, given your history…”

Buck shoves him lightly before leaning over to whisper, “I’ll have you know that none of them ever complained about a lack of spark.”

“Is that so?” Eddie asks, brows slightly raised. His eyes flicker down to Buck’s lips, and Buck thinks he’s got this in the bag already.

“Why don’t you find out?”

There’s a choking noise then Ravi pleads, “Can you please at least do this out of earshot?”

Hen and Chimney complain the rest of the ride about Ravi ruining their free entertainment, and Buck only feels mildly embarrassed that he forgot there was anyone else around. Mainly, he’s relieved that it didn’t happen quite yet. After all, a build-up was required to get the necessary results.

-:-:-:-:-:-

The next few hours of the shift are - dare they say - slow. They only have to respond to one incident at a firework stand where a nasty fight broke out over some firework that turned out to be illegal in the state of California. Bobby ended up lingering around the scene for longer than needed just to provide Athena with some much-needed emotional support.

As for Buck… he’s trying to be as normal as possible. But after a heated gym session of constant longing stares between him and Eddie that caused Chimney to uncomfortably announce his departure… Buck is feeling that familiar tension. That overwhelming desire to risk every sane thought he’s ever had and instead give in to all his desires.

And yes. They have a bet going on now that Buck is very much going to win. But at what cost to him? Because after this… Buck thinks any other kiss will be ruined for him.

But he thinks it’ll be worth it to feel everything at once. Or maybe he’ll feel nothing and things don’t have to change. Luckily, he’s sure he and Eddie could get through anything - even Buck’s potentially unwanted feelings.

While the sun is still out, they only get a few calls, and Buck is grateful for the breather they get before the sun starts to set.

Only, he can’t really get his breath to even out when he’s taking every moment he can to linger in Eddie’s space for longer than necessary, eyes dipping down to settle on Eddie’s lips. Their - thankfully - uninterrupted lunch is almost unbearable because Eddie chooses to sit next to him. And of course, when Eddie gets some sauce on his lip, Buck can’t hesitate to wipe at it with his thumb. Just to sell the moment, he licks the sauce off his thumb, and he swears Eddie is about to jump him at the table.

But before anything can happen Bobby calmly says, “Please don’t make me do unnecessary paperwork today.” And Buck immediately turns red and focuses back on his food. He’s pretty sure he sees Chimney hand a ten-dollar bill to Hen, but he’s too distracted thinking about the way Eddie’s eyes had darkened.

“Buck,” Eddie says bringing him back to the current moment, hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Buck glances around the now-empty locker area and nods. “Just preparing for tonight.”

“Are you sure this isn’t about the whole kissing thing?” Eddie asks with a small smile. Buck glances at him nervously. “Because we can call the whole thing off if you’re getting uncomfortable. But trust me. Even if you make me feel fireworks or it’s the worst kiss of my life, nothing has to change between us.”

Buck laughs loudly partially in relief. “You really have such little faith in me.”

Eddie shrugs and steps closer to him. “Maybe I’m just wondering what you’re waiting for.”

The air between them shifts and Buck wonders if Eddie can feel the tension between them and that unexplainable electricity. He thinks the way Eddie’s hand shakes as it reaches up to cup Buck’s face is an indication that he does.

Then, the bell goes off and ruins the moment.

Buck’s nose brushes against Eddie’s as they both step away only to find Chimney and Hen watching them through the glass.

“Can’t experience fireworks with them there,” Buck says dryly. Eddie laughs.

During the drive over, Buck notices the sun is starting to set. Luckily it’s only a twelve-hour shift so they only have a few hours before B shift takes over. But he still has a bad feeling.

And he’s right.

The next few hours are filled with call after call of Fourth of July related accidents. Including not one, not two, but three different couples failing to execute the TikTok trend correctly.

During one of the less serious incidents, while Hen is treating a couple with slight burns to their arms, Buck is able to grab Eddie and ask the couple for advice about the best poses for the trend. He tries each on Eddie who rolls his eyes but allows Buck to go as far as hold him in a dip.

When he catches Bobby's eye, Buck has a full speech prepared about how he’s being a professional by taking their victims' minds off the pain and keeping them entertained. He and Eddie are definitely not just engaging in public displays of affection, and Buck definitely isn't getting distracted by Eddie. But Buck doesn’t have to utter a single word because all Bobby does is give him a fond look before lecturing the couple about firework safety.

From there it's nonstop calls. Between a firework thrown in a grill, a Roman candle fight gone wrong, an allergic reaction to red face paint, and a random case of rat poisoning in a batch of brownies, Buck isn’t able to really do much about the whole kiss situation.

Well, the air between him and Eddie is heavy, and every time they have a moment to look at each other, they nearly forget where they are. But there’s no moment where the actual execution of the kiss is possible.

And before Buck knows it, the next shift comes in to relieve them, and everyone is getting changed into the clothes they came in. For once, Buck doesn’t hesitate to check Eddie out as he strips his shirt off, and Eddie takes an unnecessarily long time to put his blue Henley on - not that Buck is complaining.

Then, they’re walking out of the station together, Eddie rushing so he can get back to Chris in time to see some fireworks together.

They get to Buck’s jeep first, and Buck hesitates for a moment. His heart is practically beating out of his chest when he realizes this is the last moment today that he can really go through with things.

Eddie’s staring at him as if he’s thinking the same thing.

So, Buck takes a deep breath and says, “Who said I had to make you feel fireworks today? Maybe I need to build up to it more.”

There’s a slight look of disappointment on Eddie’s face that he quickly masks when he replies, “Yeah, man. No worries at all. Happy Fourth of July.”

“You too, man,” Buck says and climbs into his Jeep without a second thought.

He watches as Eddie walks away from him, fireworks in the distance giving him a perfect silhouette. And Buck realizes more than anything, he wants to feel those fireworks. And he needs to know if Eddie will feel them too.

“Eddie!” Buck yells as he scrambles to get out of his Jeep. “Eddie!” He yells again as he runs to Eddie just before he gets his truck door open.

Eddie drops his bag onto the ground immediately and lifts his hands to cup Buck’s face as Buck crowds him against his truck and kisses him.

There’s that feeling of the tension finally snapping. The fireworks. The electricity. The butterflies. The fire.

But Buck feels something he’s never felt before.

It feels like taking his first breath of air after being stuck in the middle of a fire. Like the first beat of his heart after stopping for three minutes and seventeen seconds. It feels like coming home.

It’s with great hesitation that Buck breaks the kiss, needing to gauge what Eddie is feeling.

Eddie just stares at him for a few moments, expression mixed with so many emotions it's nearly impossible to read. He nods and says, “Yeah, I get it now. Shit. I get it.” Then he’s pulling him in again only to break the kiss to say, “This absolutely changes things between us but in a good way, right?”

“Yes please,” Buck says with a giddy laugh.

Eddie laughs and tries to kiss him again but finds that they can’t properly kiss when they’re smiling so hard.

Later that night, they get a text in their small 118 group chat of a video from Chimney of their kiss illuminated by the fireworks going off behind them with the caption Looks like you guys won this trend.

Eddie begs him not to post it and encourage people to try to replicate it after the day they had. Buck laughs when Bobby sends them a selfie of him and Athena giving them a thumbs up while holding up paperwork. Thanks for putting off the paperwork until tomorrow.

Secretly, Buck and Eddie love the video and want to post it everywhere - with a PSA on firework safety of course. But they ultimately keep it between themselves and the rest of the 118 family because that’ll always be enough for them.

(Ao3 Link woooo)

#buddie #buddie ficlet #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 #buck x eddie

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jeeyuns · 20 hours ago

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walk with me y'all: chim sees how much buck's sad sack state improves each time he babysits or does activities with jee (because she's obviously made up of the BEST parts of a buckley and a han, be SO forreal) and casually schedules for buck to come over on friday for the newly minted 'han household holiday hullabaloo'

wherein the hans and one mopey buck get to snacking on appropriately-themed holiday food while watching 'the santa clause'. jee falls asleep before the next movie on the meticulous list chimney put together begins: 'love actually'. he gets a side eye from BOTH maddie and buck for slightly different reasons but then maddie gets up to quickly put jee to bed (this is apparently buck's first time watching the movie, even though it's tommy's fa-)

and buck is looking slightly less dour while bill nighy keeps flubbing 'christmas is all around'. he gets pulled into the charm of the 10 different plotlines surrounding heartbreak and wonder around love and christmas. around the 7th time chimney surreptitiously glances over, buck has a faintly whimsical look on his face while writer jamie stiffly learns portuguese in the crowded night languages class and tries to hide his smile. he MAY be a little too transparent because maddie nudges him hard with her toes

the patented hyperfocused state that chim has seen buck get into at times over the years gradually seeps in in the way his posture changes and his eyes track the grand gestures playing out on screen over the swell of the sweeping score. the popcorn bowl in his lap has been neglected for the past 12 minutes and chimney ALMOST wants to trade it for jee's tiny sparkly princess clipboard just to see if buck will start taking down the notes he so obviously has running rampant through his brain

chimney holds back a full-belly, knee slapping laugh until after buck goes through the song and dance of leaving, trying and failing to hide just how unfocused on the present he is, thoughts thousands of miles and 20-odd years away with the characters from the movie. he tells buck to text them when he's home and turns around to maddie's long-suffering eye roll and affectionate kiss on the nose before she sashays off to her own nighttime routine

he waits until AFTER he's cleaned up the living room and kitchen after their weekly movie night (he has restraint!) to open up the text thread he has with tommy. right below the read receipt to his "You called him Buck!?" he writes:

"I'm telling you this because I'm one of your long-term friends who knows you try to hide how surprises can make you feel uncomfortable no matter how much you try to hide how grateful you are of the act.

Buck is probably going to awkwardly Andrew Lincoln you Keira Knightley christmas carolers style OR earnestly Colin Firth you Portuguese cafe style. You're welcome and now you owe me double-time for saving your life.

'Just in cases' xoxo"

#911 meta #bucktommy #911 #teenie.txt #bucktommy fic

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Just Let Me Adore You (BuckTommy) - 8/9

Summary: What if…instead of Chimney taking the role of interim Captain of the 118, Tommy is asked to take on the role.

Or, what happens when Buck meets Tommy in S2

Words: 3.8k

Notes: Title from Adore You by Harry Styles

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

He’d been calling Evan his boyfriend in his head for the last month. He knew they hadn’t talked about it, but considering how any time his shift ended in time for dinner he headed over to Evan’s and how his schedule had started to revolve around being available to take him to his PT appointments, it wasn’t without some merit.

So, when one of the hikers they rescued started to flirt with him, Tommy couldn’t help but just shake his head.

“Sorry. I’m actually taken.”

“Figures.”

It was once they were back at the station that Melton turned to him. “Taken, eh? So are you lying to the people that hit on you now?”

“Not lying,” Tommy said. “I am dating someone.”

“I thought you’d given up dating.”

“I had,” Tommy said. “But I met someone and he’s pretty great. Going to see him tonight, actually.”

“I guess you have looked happier lately, Kinard,” Melton said. “Thought it was just about getting back here, but I guess it wasn’t just that.”

Tommy shrugged his shoulders. When their shift ended, he didn’t even bother heading home and instead went straight to Evan’s apartment. When he knocked on the door, he was surprised to see Maddie. That was another thing they hadn’t talked about, even though he was pretty sure that Evan’s physical therapist had made a comment or two about them and Evan hadn’t refuted it.

“Oh,” she said. “Hi, Tommy. Buck, your boyfriend’s here!” She called the last over her shoulder.

Tommy froze. Maddie smiled at him and stepped out of the way and let Tommy in. It looked a little bit chaotic in Evan’s apartment and he didn’t see Evan anywhere.

“What’s happening here?”

“Just a bit of rearranging,” Maddie said.

He spotted Evan walking down the stairs and smiled, stepping towards the stairs to meet him at the bottom.

“So, boyfriend?” he asked.

Evan’s cheeks were pink, but he was smiling. “Guess so.”

“Guess that means we’re on the same page,” Tommy replied.

Tommy pressed their lips together in a quick kiss, aware that Evan’s sister was somewhere in the apartment.

“Where can I help?”

They hadn’t had concrete plans for the night. Tommy had envisioned taking Evan out for dinner maybe close to the beach so they could go and walk on the sand. He didn’t mind that it had turned into getting Evan’s apartment back to how it used to be before he needed to sleep on the first floor. Between the three of them they got the couch back down and the bed back up. Seeing Evan moving up and down the stairs without complaint and even lifting furniture helped to cement how well he’d healed up.

Afterwards, they had dinner with Maddie and Tommy got to know her a little better. In all the time since Evan was hurt, he’d only really seen her in passing. He knew a little about her, but not much, and most of it came from a fact dropped here or there from Evan.

“So, you used to be a nurse?” Tommy double checked.

“It was kinda inevitable with how often I was cleaning up this one’s scrapes and bruises,” she said pointing at Evan.

Evan just shrugged his shoulders with a big grin on his face.

“And Doug,” Evan said, making a face.

Tommy had no idea who Doug was, but he didn’t pry.

Maddie nodded. “That was a factor. Either way, I always liked it.”

“Ever think of going back to it?”

“I did, but being a dispatcher is rewarding in its own ways. Hard too, sometimes, but I know I make a difference and that’s all that matters.”

The topic changed to Evan’s plans once the doctors officially cleared him.

“I still think you’re trying to get back too early,” Maddie said. “Getting around and going up and down stairs is not the same as the level of physicality involved in your job. I’m right, aren’t I, Tommy?”

“I’ve been working out too without any problems,” Evan interjected.

Maddie looked to Tommy.

Tommy lifted his hands. “I think if his doctors have said he’s cleared and the department says he’s good to go that should be that.”

“Thank you,” Evan said.

“I just don’t want you to push yourself,” Maddie said.

Evan gave a nod. “I know. And I’m not, I’m ready.”

When she left, Maddie gave Evan and then Tommy a hug.

“She’s not wrong,” Tommy said, carefully as soon as the door was closed. “There’s no rush for you to get back to work. Your job will be there waiting.”

Evan let Tommy lead him to the living room and to the newly returned couch. They sat down and Evan immediately crowded into Tommy’s space. Tommy wrapped an arm around him, bringing him even closer.

“Logically, that makes sense, but I just need to get back to where I belong. I know you get that.”

Tommy nodded slowly. He kissed the side of Evan’s head, breathed him in.

“It’s like when you were sent back to the 118. You weren’t where you belonged, not really.”

Tommy hummed. “I was, I think. Met you, didn’t I?”

“Somehow, I think that would have happened regardless at some point, don’t you?”

Tommy didn’t believe in fate or any of that type of thing and yet there was something about Evan that told him that yes they would have met eventually. On that he and Evan could agree.

“Sure,” he said. “So, I didn’t tell you what happened that put me back at the 118, did I?” Tommy asked.

In all the time that they had spent together, Tommy had never brought it up, but he wanted Evan to know about it.

“No. You didn’t. And you don’t have to if you don’t—”

Tommy’s hand reached for his, twinning their fingers. “I want you to know.”

“Okay,” Evan said. “What happened?”

Tommy didn’t respond at once. The whole incident was very much still forefront in his mind even though it had been months since it happened. It had begun at the start of his shift when Tommy arrived to find out that Melton was out with a stomach virus and that Fielding’s wife had gone into labor. Tommy didn’t really mind working with other aeromedics or pilots, but it did mean that some of the ease of his day was gone.

The first few calls of the day hadn’t been much trouble. They were run of the mill. It was when they got called out to a car accident that it got a little interesting.

“Car accident,” Evan said, “was it a bad one?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m not usually called out for anything minor. The guy we were transporting was young in his early twenties. He was in a flipped car and he had a collapsed lung on top of a possible spinal injury. Firefighters on the scene had already extricated him. We were just there for transport. His father was in the car with him, but he came out of it with bumps and bruises and they had already ruled out a concussion. It would have been easier if he had one.”

Evan was listening intently and after taking a breath, Tommy continued, “Walsh was the aeromedic with me. I went out to help him load the patient on and the father was already acting strange. When the kid started to come to as we loaded him, he didn’t act like a worried parent.”

“What did he act like?” Evan asked.

He’d berated the kid. As far as Tommy had been able to tell the kid hadn’t even been at fault for the accident, but the father was acting like he was. Nothing about his wording spoke to worry or concern for if his kid might make it. Tommy had tried to ask him to stop bothering his kid, but the father didn’t stop and Walsh had done nothing.

“We didn’t have time to waste,” Tommy told Evan. “So, I went and got ready for us to fly out. Walsh had the kid in hand so I wasn’t concerned about that and the father was in the helicopter. We just got in the air and that was when the dad started on a rant—”

Tommy could still remember it clearly, had felt all of it down to his bones and maybe it was his own parental trauma, but no kid should have had to hear their parent say anything, not especially during such a situation.

He repeated a bit of it for Evan. “It was transphobic. Things like you’re a girl…see you can’t even drive just like any other girl. Lying to yourself saying you’re a boy. Calling the boy’s choices a mistake.”

“Oh,” Evan said.

“Yeah, so then Walsh started asking questions and I figured he’d try to diffuse the situation.”

“That’s not what happened, is it?” Evan asked.

“No. For one thing Walsh started talking about the kid like he was a girl. I figured okay maybe he’s trying to connect with the guy and calm him down, but then it just kept getting worse and I realized that Walsh agreed with the guy and I didn’t know if that was going to hurt the care that Walsh gave the kid.”

“You said something, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Of course, I did. I told Walsh off for misgendering the patient and that he needed to stop and focus on making sure he made it to the hospital. Kid was in and out of it, probably had to be so scared and if he could hear them…he didn’t need that on top of everything else.”

Tommy hadn’t realized that it would make it worse.

“That fired up the dad who started in on people like me. Liberals and the agenda thing and who knows what else he said. Walsh then decided to tell him that I’m gay as if to give him an excuse for my views or something.”

Tommy remembered how he had gone cold. He remembered how his body had frozen in the pilot’s chair and how he’d tried his best to just focus on flying. It wasn’t that he wasn’t out as much as that Walsh had no right to just say it especially to someone that would certainly have a problem with it. Tommy pushed all his feelings aside to do the job. The faster they got to the hospital the better. He spent the first part of the flight trying his best to ignore them and wishing he could shut off the comms.

“It’s like he was trying to find something wrong with me aside from what he already saw as wrong,” Tommy said. “I should never have answered back, but it was getting to me and I snapped.”

“Oh, Tommy,” Evan said and he squeezed Tommy’s hand.

Tommy had heard so much of it before. Aimed at him and not aimed at him alike. He’d worked with some bigoted guys in the Army and he’d been a firefighter under Gerrard. He’d long learned how to be professional and push it aside and do the job. This guy was just…he reminded Tommy of his own father and it didn’t help that this guy’s kid was severely injured but he was focused on being a bigot instead. Walsh making a point to agree with the father was the thing that drove him over the edge probably.

“We made it to the hospital,” Tommy said. “I was…I was so angry, Evan. I went around to help Walsh with the patient and the father got in my face almost immediately and started spewing so much hate that I wanted nothing more than to take a punch at him.”

“You didn’t, did you?”

“No,” Tommy said. “He didn’t like that I ignored him. Tried to punch me instead when I went to help transfer the patient. He missed, luckily. One of the doctors that came out to meet us grabbed him and pulled him away and even then he tried to come back at me and he was yelling all kinds of things. Walsh was still talking to the other doctors and I just…I just got back on the helicopter and left.”

Evan burst into laughter. “Sorry…I just, I’m picturing it. You just flew away?”

Not his finest moment. Not the best reaction to the situation. Tommy didn’t actually regret it. He didn’t know how a flight back with Walsh would have gone, not with Walsh making excuses or trying to explain himself. Lying.

“What happened next?” Evan asked.

“Well I didn’t fly back to Harbor,” Tommy said.

That was his biggest mistake. He’d been so heated and he hadn’t even really known what he was doing. His fuel tank was full and he had enough presence of mind to communicate with air control. Tommy had felt better after flying for a bit and then, he returned back to Harbor.

“Where did you go?”

“I just flew around. Took my time getting back. Too long, and I ignored the calls from my Captain. I was so dumb, Evan.

“What, uh, what happened next?”

“I flew back, landed where I was supposed to. They were all waiting for me. Walsh. Captain Reid. Chief Alonzo. Before I got out of the helicopter I was so sure I had just lost my job.”

“But you didn’t,” Evan said.

“I didn’t,” he confirmed.

It had felt like it, though. He remembered the way that the Chief had looked at him, like he was just one more problem he could do without. If it wasn’t for Captain Reid, Tommy was sure things wouldn’t have gone the way they did…which didn’t mean that Tommy hadn’t found the punishment unfair.

Walsh had tried to put it all on Tommy, to paint him as unprofessional and biased. Discriminatory. As if Tommy had refused to care for the patient or get him to the hospital as quickly as he could. As if Tommy had been the one misgendering the patient and outing a coworker. As if Tommy had allowed his bigoted views to make an already difficult situation worse.

“And what happed to that guy?” Evan asked.

“I think they made him take on some extra cleaning duties. They grounded me. I guess the doctor that saw it all back at the hospital called the Chief and it did clear me a bit, but they didn’t take too well to taking off with department property.”

Evan chuckled. “Yeah, they never do.”

Tommy immediately looked at him. “Evan, what—”

“That’s a story for another day,” Evan said. “So that’s why the Chief decided you could be the interim Captain?”

“Pretty much. Honestly, I think he thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Maybe saw it as a bigger punishment. I don’t know.”

Captain Reid had put in a good word too, he knew. Had pointed out that it would be good if Tommy and Walsh were not working at the same station for a time.

“How has it been with that guy now?” Evan asked.

“Walsh? He was moved to another shift so we rarely cross paths.”

That had been a bit of a revelation to Tommy when he returned to work. Apparently, he hadn’t taken it too well, but Captain Reid had put his foot down.

“Wow,” Evan said. “I don’t know if I was expecting that.”

“It doesn’t really put me in a good light,” Tommy said. “I just…flying is so freeing to me. Not being able to do it was difficult, so I get how much you long to go back to your job, but it will feel amazing once you do get back to it and you will. Maddie isn’t wrong about taking all the time that you need. And look…for me it kinda led me to you, so it wasn’t all bad.”

“And if I say I’m ready now?” Evan asked, turning his face so that he could look directly at Tommy.

“Then you are,” Tommy said.

—

Buck would never admit it, but one of the reasons that he’d been so insistent on putting his bed back up in the loft was that it might mean he could get Tommy on the couch for a cuddle and maybe some making out because kissing Tommy was becoming an addiction and Buck wanted it to progress to more than that. Tommy was holding back and Buck knew it was for his sake, he also knew that he couldn’t wait any longer.

The bed…it created a few problems in that it felt like putting pressure on both of them and so they had been hyper aware whenever they were on it together. It also reminded Buck of the very reason for why it was in his living room in the first place and that was the unsexiest thing in the world.

He was ready for his life to get back to normal and that meant his couch where it belonged and his bed in his bedroom and it also meant that Buck was also ready to take the next natural step with his boyfriend. Tommy was just making it kinda difficult because he seemed to pull away whenever Buck was even thinking about doing anything past kissing.

Buck didn’t know if it was because of his leg or if Tommy had it in his mind that Buck wasn’t ready, but he was getting tired of it, and maybe a bit horny about it too. Could anyone blame him, Tommy was way too hot for his own good.

It was a few days before Buck needed to go in for his recertification and he was more than happy with what the doctors had all said at his last visit. Yes he might still experience some leg cramps and the screws wouldn’t be coming out just yet, but Buck could return to normal activity. For him, normal activity was firefighting. He’d even started going back to his gym and he wasn’t as out of shape as he’d thought. That was of course down to the PT.

He and Tommy had another date as soon as Tommy got off shift. Buck had no idea what Tommy had planned, seeing as all he’d been told was to wait for Tommy to pick him up. Buck was hoping that whatever the date entailed, it might lead to the two of them getting a bit more physical.

When Tommy knocked on his door, Buck rushed to open it.

“You look excited,” Tommy said.

“And you look really good,” Buck responded

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Tommy said and stepped into Buck’s space, leaning in to kiss him.

The door closed behind them and Buck sighed against Tommy, slanting their lips together again and letting the moment linger until Tommy was taking a step back and eyeing him.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Come on.”

Tommy followed him out the door and took Buck’s hand. Buck had never known how much he loved holding someone’s hand before Tommy and he was reluctant to let him go when they made it to his car. It meant that Tommy reeled him into his arms for a kiss that left Buck wanting to just drag Tommy back up to his apartment. He only just managed to tear himself away.

“You’re taking me up in a helicopter,” Buck said almost half an hour later as Tommy pulled into Harbor.

“I did promise,” Tommy said.

Tommy gave him a small tour of his workplace. Buck got a kick out of noticing the differences even though the 217 did still have their own engine and ladder truck. Still, it was impressive. He even got a quick look at the helicopters inside the hangar and they watched when a call came in and a team of three ran towards one of the helicopters sitting out and ready. Then, Tommy led him out to where the helicopter waited for them.

The thing about Tommy was that there was little he could do that Buck didn’t find hot. His confidence as he got them ready to fly left Buck at a loss for words and then they were up in the air and it was all due to Tommy. It was almost hard to look away from him and actually take in the view, but Buck forced himself to when Tommy pointed something out for him to see.

The most amazing thing by far was just how far and wide Buck could see. The day was clear and they were flying below the few clouds that did exist. LA looked different from above and Buck loved it. He loved getting a different perspective to a place that he knew so well.

“This is amazing,” Buck said.

“Yeah?”

Tommy grinned at him. He looked gorgeous in that moment between his smile and the way that the headset sat on his curls. His eyes crinkled and his hands were on the controls. The cyclic, Tommy had called it.

They went by the beaches, looked down at the crowds of people sunbathing or surfing out on the water. It had been way too long since Buck had gone to the beach. He just had never really found the time and then after the accident the priority was getting back to work.

Buck had no idea how long they were up in the air, but they returned to Harbor and Buck could barely contain the urge to kiss Tommy. It really was bad how much he wanted him. As soon as they were securely on the ground and Tommy was slipping the headset off, Buck unbuckled himself and then grabbed at Tommy, hands sliding to cradle his face and then he planted his lips on Tommy. Tommy made a noise into the kiss, but he kissed back just as eager until he pushed Buck back.

“Evan, we can’t just stay in here.”

“Why not?” Buck asked, going for another kiss.

“Because I only booked the helicopter for an hour.”

Buck groaned, but followed Tommy’s lead and opened the door. He got down slowly and wasn’t surprised when Tommy met him. He wrapped an arm around Buck’s shoulders, bringing him into his body.

“Tell me you’ll take me up there again, one day,” Buck said.

“I could even fly us somewhere,” Tommy said. “We’ll plan it out. Maybe San Francisco or Vegas. Napa.”

“Yes,” Buck said at once. “Do you know how good you look in the pilot’s seat?”

“Not as good as you looked sitting next to me,” Tommy said.

“Only one of us was doing the flying,” Buck pointed out.

“Hmm, nothing says you can’t learn. I could give you lessons.”

Buck somehow didn’t think he would learn much of anything if Tommy was involved. He was too distracting and Buck was sure it wasn’t something that would change anytime soon.

“Did you get us a reservation anywhere?” Buck asked.

“No. Figured we’d play it by ear.”

Buck smiled. “Well, then, Mr. Pilot, I think we can order in once we get back to my place. I figure we’ll find something to do there…some other lessons that you might need to give me.”

“Oh, is that so?” Tommy asked.

Buck could only nod.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan #kinley #911 abc #911 fic #evan buckley #tommy kinard

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serenelystrange · 3 months ago

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At AO3 or under the cut!

In hindsight, the whole thing is Maddie’s fault, really. Buck’s been working as the handyman extraordinaire for the Wish Granted boutique hotel for nearly three years when Maddie finally wanders back into his life and becomes a regular at cozy hotel restaurant. Buck watches her and their head chef Chimney slowly fall in love with a mix of pride and the cringe that comes with catching his sibling making out in the back pantry with one of his closest friends.

It's Chim who suggests to Athena and Bobby that maybe their little restaurant could have a lounge singer for the quieter wine nights, and once they’ve heard Maddie’s sweetly melodic voice, they readily agree. It’s not until a few months into her job that Maddie drums up the courage to ask if they can potentially add a piano player to help with all the song requests from the audience of largely older men. Athena, in her infinite wisdom, and what Buck is positive is some form of future-sight, agrees.

She leaves the hiring up to Bobby, who schedules several interviews over the next few weeks, each one adequate but unremarkable. Which brings Buck to the day that changes everything, and it’s all because of a busted air conditioner.

“Buck!” Hen calls out from her Managers corner at the front desk. “Oh you found a fan, thank goodness.”

Buck grins and hefts the heavy metal fan in his arms as he approaches.

“Yeah, this was in the maintenance shed. It might be older than me, but it’ll help you cool down until the HVAC people can fix whatever is going on with the air on this floor.”

“Some handyman you are,” Hen teases, smiling gratefully as Buck plugs the dusted and cleaned fan in and turns the blast onto her and their concierge handler Ravi.

“You don’t want me messing with HVAC,” Buck says, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the cuff of the unfortunately long sleeved shirt he’d chosen before he knew the air conditioning was broken. “I’d just break it worse and Cap and Athena wouldn’t appreciate those bills.”

Hen laughs. “You know Bobby was kidding when he told you to call him Captain, right? This is a hotel, not a ship.”

“It suits him!” Buck defends, shrugging. “Plus, it’s less fun if he knows I know he was just messing with me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hen says, eyes moving towards the hotel door on instinct as the chime sounds. “Incoming, Ravi,” she says, gesturing to a man approaching the desk with a small boy on his hip and a nervous look on his face.

Buck watches them approach with the same mild interest he has for every guest, wondering what their story is, until they get close enough for Buck to really see the man, and he has to practically catch his breath.

“Oh my god,” he whispers to Hen, turning his back to the little family. “Who just walks around being that hot?”

Hen snickers, and doesn’t look up from the paperwork she’s suddenly made herself busy with. “That is a beautiful man,” she agrees.

Buck is already going through the stages of grief that this gorgeous man will only be there a night, when he hears the response to Ravi’s offer of assistance.

“I have an interview with Bobby Nash,” the guy says, quiet but sure, “for the piano player position.”

“Buck can take you to his office!” Hen jumps into action, giving the man a sunny smile that Buck immediately distrusts. He knows shenanigans when he sees them.

“What? I..” Buck says, caught off guard, before sighing internally and shrugging.

“Sure,” he says, giving the adorable boy a little wave before trying to give the absurdly beautiful man his most professional smile. “It’s just down the hall here,” he says, coming around the desk to lead the way. “Sorry about the heat,” he adds after a moment, “someone should be coming out soon to fix it, hopefully.”

“Eh,” the guy says, grimacing slightly, “at least it wont look like all the sweat is from nerves, right?”

Buck can’t help it, he laughs slightly, the poor guy is a mess.

“Don’t worry about it,” Buck says, “Bobby is great, you don’t have to be nervous.”

“Thanks,” the guy says, hugging the boy closer for a moment as they get closer to the office. “I just really need this to work out, especially because it’s..” he trails off, blushing red as he looks off. “Never mind,” he says, “didn’t mean to vent my issues to a stranger.”

Buck stops, a few feet from Bobby’s closed office door, and turns to face the man fully.

“Hey,” he says, noticing for the first time how under the stubble and tired eyes, the man looks maybe only a little bit older than Buck. “I’m Buck, and you are?”

The guy rolls his eyes reflexively but gives him a little grin as he reaches out a hand to shake.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, and then gestures to the sleepy boy resting on his shoulder. “And this little guy is Chris. He’s almost five, and is usually napping on Abuela’s couch right now instead of being dragged along to a job interview with dad.”

“Couch naps are the best,” Buck agrees, grinning over at the boy, before looking back up to Eddie. “What was “especially��?” he asks, curiously. “I know the pay is decent, but I’m sure there’s better paying jobs out there.”

Eddie looks uncomfortable for another moment before seeming to internally say ‘fuck it’, and shrugging the shoulder that Chris isn’t laying on before answering.

“It comes with a place to live,” he says. “We’ve been staying with my grandmother since I got back, but she lives in a tiny one-bedroom and she’d never admit it, but I know we’re starting to drive her crazy.”

“Oh!” Bucks says, nodding with understanding, “yeah, I live here too! Rent is insane out there, I think I actually cried when Bobby said that I’d get a room and a salary with the maintenance job. No shame!”

Eddie gives him a grateful look, and they continue walking the last few feet, Bobby’s door swinging open just as they get there.

“You must be Edmundo,” Bobby says with a friendly smile, “thanks for delivering him, Buck.”

“Just Eddie is fine,” Eddie says, giving Bobby a firm handshake, before gesturing to Chris. “Sorry about the last-minute addition, my sitter had a doctor’s appointment she couldn’t miss.”

“Never apologize for taking care of your kid, son,” Bobby says, genially. “Come on in, this shouldn’t take too long.”

Eddie moves into the office and takes a seat, a now-sleeping Chris snoring softly into his neck.

“Good luck,” Buck says, standing awkwardly in the doorway for a moment, before nodding to Bobby and closing the door gently after him as he leaves.

He spares a moment to shoot a wish into the universe that Eddie gets the job. If Bobby doesn’t hire him and his big brown eyes, Buck might just dramatically curl up and die.

Eddie looks down at the two big suitcases that hold everything he and Chris own as he loads them into his truck, frowning. He’s so grateful for the job and the place to live, but he still wonders if all of this will be too hard for Chris. Sighing, he makes sure Chris is buckled into his booster seat before climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. He supposes there’s only one way to find out.

When they get to the hotel, Eddie parks in the employee section of the lot, worrying his lip at how far the walk will be for Chris and his crutches day to day, but shakes his head. He’ll carry his son around every day if it means they have a safe and stable home. It’s one of the days where Chris insists on walking for himself, so Eddie lets him, wheeling along the bags as they slowly make their way to the front doors.

There’s a pretty, brunette woman waiting at the desk for him, with a paper employee handbook in her hands along with a key card.

“I’m Maddie,” she says, giving Chris a soft look and a sunny smile. “I’m the lounge singer, we’ll be hanging out a lot, so Bobby and Athena sent me to make sure you two get settled in.”

“Hey Mads, do you know where the…” Buck comes out from the back office and stops short, seeing Eddie and Chris at the desk. “You guys are here! Awesome!”

He looks down at Chris, who is standing slightly buckled in his crutches after the long walk to the door, and gives a little frown.

“Give me like 5 minutes,” he says to Maddie, “just need to check with Bobby about something real quick.”

“He said they were all set,” Maddie says, but Buck is already jogging off toward Bobby’s office, so she just shrugs.

“Brothers,” she says to Eddie, sighing. “You have siblings?”

“Two younger sisters,” Eddies replies, “but they’re back in Texas.”

“Oh,” Maddie says, giving him a sad look. “Do you have any family here?”

“My aunt and grandmother live here,” Eddie says, “but that’s it. We only moved here about six months ago.”

“Well, I’m sure we’ll all be good friends in no time,” Maddie says. “It sounds corny, but it really is like a family here. If you let it be.”

“Literally, in your case,” Eddie says, laughing as he sees all six foot plus of Buck bounding back towards them.

“Don’t let his size fool you,” Maddie says, “he’s just a giant golden retriever.”

“You know,” Eddie says, “I’m getting that.”

“There’s some maintenance issues with the room we had them in,” Buck says, jumping back into the conversation, so you just need to have Ravi swap out the cards and you can bring them to 310.”

“310?” Maddie asks, looking confused, “are you sure?”

“Cap’s orders,” Buck confirms, before turning to Eddie. “I can bring your bags ahead of you if you want and leave them right outside the door.”

Eddie hesitates, but Buck looks so eager that he finds himself agreeing.

“Sure,” he says, transferring the handles over to Buck. “Thank you.”

“No problem!” he says, heading off towards the elevator with a friendly grin.

After another moment, Maddie just shakes her head and goes to find Ravi so he can swap out the cards, leaving Eddie confused but amused.

It’s not until Eddie really takes a look around the room Maddie had dropped them off in that he realizes what Buck had been up to. When Bobby had hired him, he’d explained that the employees who live on premises have a block of rooms on the second floor, and the rooms were simple but comfortable. Eddie had been more than grateful. But now, looking around the spacious suite with a king bed in the main room as well as a queen bed sectioned off in a separate bedroom, he’s almost certain this was not the room that was originally intended for them.

His thoughts are confirmed when he notes the wide path of clear space en route to the bathroom, which holds both a roll in shower and accessible bathtub with a shower seat and grip-bars along the walls.

“Buck,” he says to himself, eyes stinging unexpectedly at the kindness.

“This is so cool!” Chris says as he wobbles around inspecting the place.

“Yeah, bud,” Eddie agrees, taking a deep breath to steady himself, “it really is.”

His first few months of work go smoothly, to Eddie’s surprise. He plays a lot of Rat Pack and jazz classics, and Maddie croons them all with ease, occasionally sitting atop the piano if she’s feeling particularly dramatic. Eddie studiously avoids looking too long at her admittedly goddess-like figure, both because she’s his friend now and in a serious relationship, and because Eddie is quickly realizing that she’s not the Buckley that’s constantly on his mind.

Chris has quickly made himself the most popular little guy around, befriending employees and guests without discrimination and charming them all, but none more than Buck. Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone besides himself fall so swiftly in love with his son than Buck has. It’s honestly so damn cute that Eddie nearly contemplates jumping off the roof to escape the mushy feeling in his chest when he thinks about it.

Buck has taken to hanging out with Chris on the weekends when Eddie works until the lounge closes after midnight, and Eddie more often than not finds them cuddled up and passed out, with an open book sprawled out on Buck’s chest next to Chris. He stops himself every time from taking a picture, but it’s a close thing.

“Wakey wakey,” Eddie says quietly, shaking Buck slightly to rouse him.

“Time’s it?” Buck mumbles around a yawn as he wakes and blinks up at Eddie.

“Just after 1,” Eddie whispers, not wanting to disturb Chris.

“Oh,” Buck says, closing his eyes for just another moment as if he’s too comfortable to even think about moving.

“You have your own bed, Buck,” Eddie says, laughing softly.

Buck grumbles again, but does wiggle out from under the sleeping Chris and presses a kiss to his curls before getting up and following Eddie out into the main room, leaving the bedroom door open just a crack.

“Your beds are more comfortable,” Buck says as he drops down on the little hotel couch. “And my room is so far awaaaay.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie says, fondly. “Your room is literally a floor below ours.”

“Semantics,” Buck says, eyes closed again as he leans back as best he can on the couch.

“And we only have better beds because you made Bobby give us a real guest room,” Eddie says after a moment, finally acknowledging the thought that’s been eating him up for months. Buck’s eyes snap open at that and he gives Eddie a sheepish look.

“Thank you for that, by the way,” Eddie says. “And for the employee disability parking spot pass,” he adds, “the walk up is a lot easier on Chris than the employee lot.”

“Hey that one was all Maddie,” Buck says, before giving him a soft smile. “But you’re welcome. I just wanted to make sure little man was comfortable, and we never seem to need all the accessible suites in use at one time, so it was the obvious thing to do.”

“I don’t think you realize how many people wouldn’t even think of something like that, Buck,” Eddie says, moving to sit next to Buck on the couch, their knees just a few inches apart. “You’re a good guy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Buck says, flushing with embarrassment. “You’re like my best friend or whatever now,” he says, “gotta make sure you wanna stick around.”

Eddie laughs, giving Buck an incredulous look, as if he’d walk away from the best situation he’s ever fallen into.

“You’re stuck with me now, Buckley,” he says, yawning around the words. “Now you can sleep on this tiny couch if you want, but I’m going to bed. If you don’t want a stiff neck for a week, you should probably go to your own room.”

Buck groans, but nods his head. “Carry me?” he asks, giving Eddie a cheeky grin.

Eddie looks down at all nearly 200 pounds of lean muscle and height of Buck’s and raises an eyebrow.

“All the way to your room?” he laughs, “not likely.”

“You calling me fat, Diaz?” Buck asks, huffing.

“Only that head of yours,” Eddie says, smacking Buck’s head lightly in emphasis. “Go to bed, pendejo.”

“Heey,” Buck whines as he stands up sleepily, “I know what that one means.”

“Go home before I do carry you out,” Eddie says as he also stands, still grinning.

“You wouldn’t make it more than ten feet,” Buck retorts, stretching out his sore shoulders in a way that raises his tshirt just enough to give Eddie a glimpse of the softly muscled abs beneath it.

Eddie gulps and looks away quickly. Buck is his wonderful and kind friend who he doesn’t want to make uncomfortable by leering at. He notes with internal panic that the very big and very comfortable bed is definitely less than ten feet from where they are standing right now.

Eddie laughs awkwardly before holding up his hands in defeat.

“You’re right,” he says, punching Buck lightly on the shoulder. “So take yourself back to your room, He-Man.”

Buck cackles at that and heads for the door, giving Eddie one last look as he opens the door.

“See ya tomorrow, Eds,” he says, clicking the door shut softly behind him.

Eddie lays awake a long time after that, the image of Buck’s sleepy blue eyes keeping him from sleep until exhaustion blessedly takes over.

When Buck finds him one night at an empty table at the restaurant, researching and struggling to find a school for Chris that can handle his needs but that he can also afford, he wordlessly grabs Eddie’s phone and adds a number to his contacts.

“That’s Carla,” he explains. “She kinda worked for an ex of mine when her mom was dying. She can find anything and cut through any red tape, she’s amazing.”

“I can’t just call a random woman and ask her to help me deal with VA benefits and my medically complex child,” Eddie says, too shocked to be anything but honest.

��Of course you can,” Buck says, easily. “I’ll text her now so that she’s not surprised. She’s an angel, really.”

“Takes one to know one,” Eddie says, before he can help himself. “You’re too fucking good to us, Buck.”

“Well,” Buck teases, “some have described my curls as cherubic. But shut up, nothing is too good for you.”

“Oh my god,” they hear, and both look up to see Chim and Hen passing by on the way to the kitchen, heads leaned together in what looks like feverish gossip.

“What’s up with them?” Eddie asks, looking after them in confusion.

Buck just shrugs and gives Eddie a grin.

“No idea. But tomorrow you call Carla, and we’ll get Chris whatever he needs, ok?”

Eddie nods, throat tight, and wills himself not to cry.

“Good man,” Buck says, hopping up from the table. “I have to go fix the tv remote for Mrs. Reynolds on the fifth floor again. Not sure what’s happening with these batteries, they keep going missing.”

“She’s the 60 year old with the leopard print, right?” Eddie asks, laughing.

“Yeah?” Buck asks, “so?”

Eddie shakes his head at his beautifully naïve friend.

“Man, she’s throwing them away so you keep fixing it for her,” he says, “she’s trying to get in your pants.”

“No!” Buck says, eyes wide, “she’s my mom’s age!”

“She’s wandering the desert and you’re a tall drink of water, my friend,” Eddie says, snickering at Buck’s horrified look.

“You’re a terrible person and I hope you choke on the awful gin and tonics you like!” Buck hisses as he walks away.

“Love you too!” Eddie calls out after him, still snickering.

It’s not until many minutes later that he realizes what he’s said, and hopes to any power out there that Buck in his faux-fury hadn’t heard him.

“So,” Buck says late that night, as Eddie lets him in after his quiet knock. “Is Chris asleep?” he asks, looking towards the open bedroom door.

“Chris is staying with Tia Pepa this weekend,” Eddie says, watching as Buck closes and locks the door before turning back to face Eddie.

“Oh,” Buck says, before taking and releasing a deep breath and giving Eddie a nervous grin. “That makes this a little easier then.”

“Makes what..” Eddie asks, before he’s cut off by Buck’s lips on his, his arms snaking around Eddie’s waist and tugging him in.

For a brief terrifying moment, Eddie is frozen in place, entire body stiff as a board. But then Buck pulls away just long enough to press a kiss onto Eddie’s cheek and whisper lowly to him.

“It’s just me,” he says, “it’s ok if you don’t want me, but I had to try.” He brushes his cheek against Eddie’s as he moves to pull away and Eddie snaps out of his frozen state all at once.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment you shook my hand,” Eddie confesses, reaching out to grab Buck’s soft sleep tee in both hands. “I didn’t think I was allowed to have you.”

“Fucking try and get rid of me, Edmundo,” Buck says, leaning down and kissing the scowl at the name off of Eddie’s face before pulling back with a wide grin.

“Never,” Eddie says. “Never ever.” He pauses just long enough to give Buck a little smirk. “Unless you’re terrible in bed.”

“Oh,” Buck says, eyes wide with devious delight, “challenge accepted.”

Turns out, the distance to the bed feels even shorter when Buck lifts him up and practically throws him onto it before following him down.

Suffice to say, Eddie doesn’t mind even one little bit.

Late into the night, when they’re curled around each other in the darkness, Buck grabs one of Eddie’s hands in his own and presses a kiss to the palm of it before tugging it to rest against his own chest.

“Love you, too, by the way,” he says. “And I’m not waiting until you’re walking away to tell you.”

“Not my finest moment,” Eddie admits, leaning in so he can press their foreheads together briefly and nudge Buck’s nose with his own before settling back onto his pillow. “But hey, it all worked out.”

“No arguments there,” Buck agrees, yawning again as they are pulled deeper into the alluring peace of sleep. “No arguments at all.”

The End

#buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buckley x eddie diaz #911 fic

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zixinwonderland · 7 months ago

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Posting Black Butler facts once a day until season 4 is released!

For real this time cuz i realized I’m not actually as tired as i thought, this ones a bit long so its under the cut!

1 more day!

(tho technically 0 in my timezone… this is to make up for my last post!!)

Oops! All Sebastian!

(Excluding Our Ciel) He is the only character to appear on more than one Volume cover (he is on 8 of them).

Yana Toboso uses Sebastian to measure other characters (Ex: 1 Sebastian tall).

His wish, when celebrating Tanabata, was “that the servants don't idle but do their job.”

His age is a secret.

He views humans as grasshoppers.

In early concept stages, he did not have a name, they just called him “the butler”.

He claims to be responsible for the Black death.

Yana Toboso considers him to be the protagonist, but also thinks he is “elite trash” because he lacks shame and moral.

Her and her team also think he is a “muscle brained shithead” apparently.

He was going to stand on a piano and play it with his feet but Toboso wasn’t sure if she could draw that. She says she’s open to adding the scene if the plot calls for it. (I hope it doesn’t, i live in fear of that day)

His last name originates from the Japanese word 見返り (mikaeri) meaning repayment.

His grave in the Manor Murders arc says "To The Memory of Sebastian Michaelis. Died March 1889. May ye be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead."

His schedule is the following:

5:50 A.M. - Getting up, getting dressed

6:00 A.M. - Preparing the master's breakfast, ironing the newspapers, instructing the staff

8:30 A.M. - Waking up the master with "Early Morning Tea," assisting with the morning toilet, serving breakfast

9:30 A.M. - The master's breakfast

10:30 A.M. - Start of the master's daily plan (work, learning, etc.), polishing the silverware, beginning lunch preparations

12:30 A.M. - The master's lunch

2:00 P.M. - Preparations for the afternoon tea

3:30 P.M. - The master's afternoon tea

6:00 P.M. - Preparations for dinner

8:00 P.M. - The master's dinner

9:00 P.M. - Cleaning up the dinner leftovers, polishing the silverware

10:00 P.M. - The master's evening toilette (bathing, getting changed)

11:00 P.M. - Putting him to bed

0:00 P.M. - Locking the rooms, extinguishing the chimney fire, etc., preparations for breakfast

2:00 A.M. - End of work

#chesh on the mic #kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #countdown

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tevanavernus · 24 days ago

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You Look So Pretty, Pretty Like The Sun - Chapter 12

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 Chapter 8 , Chapter 9 , Chapter 10, Chapter 11

link to ao3: chapter 11

Over the next torturously boring days, Buck's concussion passed, and he was finally cleared to go back on duty. While Buck had those days off, Tommy didn't, so as much as they enjoyed the full day at Tommy's, he did have to go home the next day.

Tommy checked in on him whenever he had free time—quick texts between flights, the occasional FaceTime during breaks— but it wasn't the same as having him there. The loft felt colder, as well, when he was back in it alone. A touch too quiet. Yet, he swallowed down the loneliness and bunkered down, only leaving once to say goodbye to Christopher and get a tiny part of his heart torn out in the process.

All in all, being benched sucked.

So when Buck was finally allowed to return to work, he practically leapt at the opportunity. But it wasn't quite the same. The firehouse was still being cleaned and getting to a stage where it could start being repaired after the fire, so on their first day back as a team, Buck spent most of the time packing up equipment and cleaning. They had to sort through what could be salvaged and brought over to the 133 firehouse, where the 118 would temporarily be stationed.

It was a weird thought, and an even weirder feeling. To leave the 118 station, a place where he spent over seven years, where he built his family and felt at home. Even though he knew they would return, it still felt like he was wrapping up a part of his life in boxes and hitting the road again.

Nonetheless, he took the boxes, put them in the trucks and set off.

The new station, from the quick tour they were given, was pretty similar to their own. Buck met the team, shook hands, and introduced himself. It wasn't bad by any means. But it didn't feel like home the way the 118 did. The dynamic was different—fine, just not the same. The 133 crew didn't seem to have that tight-knit bond Buck had grown used to. When they weren't on call, they didn't stick around to hang out like his team did.

He tried to make the best of it, offering help where he could. The new probie, in particular, kept mostly to himself, and Buck noticed a hint of panic in the guy's eyes when he tried to offer him a tip. Buck had just been showing him how to properly pull the hose line when Ravi happened to walk by, grinning like he knew something the new kid didn't.

"Trust me if he brings out the chainsaw, run for your life," Ravi quipped, causing the probie's eyes to widen further.

Buck barely managed to stifle a groan as he laughed and walked away.

"It wasn't like that."

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The 133 did have one glaring disadvantage: it was all the way across the city from Buck's place, which meant his usual commute more than tripled, greedily cutting into whatever free time he had. A few days dealing with that? He could manage. But stretching it into weeks? That was a whole different story.

A week and a half later, the exhaustion was rubbing Buck's nerves raw. He was tired when he woke up, tired during calls, and even more drained when he came got. His schedule was relentless, leaving virtually no time for anything outside of work—not for Tommy, Maddie, or even Eddie beyond their shifts. The days blurred together, work becoming the only constant thing that filled his time.

It didn't help that he just recovered from his concussion, and he was beyond sick of the constant fatigue. His muscles ached in ways they hadn't before, his shoulders felt perpetually stiff, and the dull pain in his bad leg had started to flare up more frequently, leaving him with an uncomfortable, nagging cramp.

The physical strain bled into his patience, thinning it dangerously. He became more irritable with his team, snapping over things that usually wouldn't bother him. Chimney was unfortunately the one to feel it. Buck couldn't even remember what comment he made, but Buck felt his temper flare so intensely that it startled him. He had to take a step back, his hands trembling with the effort of holding it together. And on more than one occasion, people he was trying to help—people in distress— seemed to grate at his nerves at times. He was tired, exhausted even, and it showed in more ways than he wanted to admit.

Nonetheless, when Buck managed to squeeze in time for a flying lesson with Tommy early one morning, he got up without a single complaint. He missed Tommy, and not seeing him as often as he had before— even when it had been irregular at the 118—was probably the worst part of this new arrangement.

Tommy, as always, had taken Buck's apologies in stride, brushing them off with that smile and a little nose scrunch and said not to worry about it.

Since both of them had shifts later on, Buck drove straight to Harbor rather than to Tommy's house to pick him up. It was a pity, as it would have meant they got just a tiny amount more time together but at this point, Buck would take any chance to see him even if it was for five minutes.

Pulling in next to Tommy's car, Buck spotted Tommy casually leaning against the passenger door, arms crossed. When Tommy saw him, he smiled that adorable, eye-crinkling smile that always got Buck feeling giddy. Buck couldn't help but return it as he parked, killed the engine, and stepped out of the car.

Without missing a beat, Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy, tightening them as he buried his face into the crook of Tommy's shoulder, breathing in the familiar cologne.

"Mmm," Buck sighed contentedly, his voice muffled by Tommy's clothes. "Missed you."

He felt Tommy's shoulders shake lightly as he chuckled. "I missed you too."

They fell into their familiar rhythm as they made their way toward the chopper Tommy had borrowed for the day. Buck buckled himself in, setting the headset in place with practiced ease. He had gotten to the point where he could practically run through the pre-flight preparations and safety checks on his own, with Tommy supervising. Tommy would throw occasional suggestions or a question to make Buck think, but never in a way that felt condescending or like Buck got it wrong.

Tommy was already teaching him the comms a few lessons ago and Buck had soaked it in like a sponge. Flying was fun, not just in 'my boyfriend is taking me on rides' kind of fun, fun as in a real love for the process of learning.

Once they were up in the air, Buck could understand why Tommy enjoyed it so much. From the distance, when everything looked like ants, it felt like his troubles fell off his shoulders. They weren't as large from up there. It felt kind of peaceful.

They were cruising over LA, with no particular destination in mind, and Buck stared out the window, watching the world below.

"You okay?" Tommy's muffled voice crackled through the headset, pulling Buck from his thoughts.

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know, you seem a bit quiet," Tommy observed.

Buck liked to think he was pretty open with Tommy. More open than he'd ever been in any previous relationship. He didn't want to keep parts of himself hidden from Tommy. But he also knew if he admitted how bone-tired he felt, Tommy would feel bad for taking him up today. He would have offered to reschedule, insisting that they could hang out another time. Buck didn't want that.

So he didn't tell him.

"Just zoning out at the view. Sorry," Buck offered him a small smile. "What are we learning today, Professor Kinard?"

Tommy looked at him for a moment, something flickering through his face but he didn't push. Instead, he smiled back, accepting Buck's answer for now, and shifted into instructor mode, outlining their plan for the day.

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By the time Buck's shift was over, the sun set long enough for the evening to set in and for everyone to use their headlights. Well, almost everyone, there were always a few idiots on the road at a given point. But Buck wasn't one of them so he put his headlights on and stifled another yawn as he pulled out his phone and opened up his chat with Tommy.

'Hey babe, off now, see you soon x'

He turned on the radio for some background noise and set off. But as soon as Buck merged onto the road, he found himself stuck behind a long line of cars, crawling forward at a painfully slow pace while hitting every red light possible. He sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face before cracking the window down and cranking the AC on, hoping the rush of cool air would snap him out of the fog.

It didn't help much.

Once he hit the highway, the brightness of the oncoming headlights felt almost blinding, glaring through the windshield as his vision blurred slightly. Buck gritted his teeth, trying to push through, but after about fifteen minutes, he knew he couldn't keep going like this. Reluctantly, he turned on his indicator and pulled into the hard shoulder.

For a moment, he just sat there, gripping the wheel, trying to think of what to do. A chance of falling asleep behind the wheel wasn't an option—it wasn't worth the risk. He would never forgive himself if he caused an accident like that. But the idea of pulling over to rest, knowing it would only delay him from seeing Tommy even longer, made his chest tighten with frustration. He was already failing to make the most of their limited time together.

Buck pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over Tommy's name in his contacts but he hesitated. The last thing he wanted was to inconvenience Tommy again. He'd already dumped so much of his mess on him lately so to ask for more felt selfish. Tommy had enough to deal with on his own and Buck should be able to handle this.

With a sigh, Buck switched to the alarm app instead. He set a few alarms, spaced twenty minutes apart—enough to take the edge off. He dropped the phone in the cup holder and closed his eyes, slipping into a light doze almost immediately.

The first alarm went off, its sound muffled in the background, but Buck didn't stir. Neither did he for the second. Nor the third.

He only woke when his phone buzzed for much longer than usual, vibrating persistently with the sound continuously ringing. It stopped briefly, only to start up again moments later.

Groggily, Buck jerked awake, wincing as the stiffness in his neck set in. Blinking a few times, he took a second to orient himself, the surroundings slowly coming into focus.

Cracking his neck, he reached for his phone and squinted at the screen. Tommy's name popped up.

"Evan, where are you?" Tommy's sharp voice came through the moment he picked up the call.

Buck blinked a few more times, his brain still trying to catch up. "What?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"I've been trying to get a hold of you for the past half hour. It's been hours since your last message. Did something happen? Are you okay?"

"Shit," Buck muttered, rubbing his eyes, the fog in his head slowly lifting. He glanced at the dashboard. Sure enough, the clock read just after eleven o'clock. "I pulled over for a few minutes to micro nap. I guess I slept through the alarm."

He heard Tommy sigh in what, if he guessed, sounded like relief.

"Where are you?" Tommy's voice was calmer now, but still a tinge of worry slipped out.

Buck squinted at the road signs nearby and read it off to him. He could hear Tommy exhaling again, calmer this time.

"Okay, I'm on my way. Stay put."

"What? Tommy, no," Buck quickly interjected, sitting up straighter, guilt knotting in his chest. The last thing he wanted was to make Tommy come out for him. "I'm fine. For real. I'll be over soon."

"Evan, I wasn't asking," Tommy replied firmly. "Stay where you are."

Buck hesitated, unsure whether to insist that he could drive the rest of the way or just give in. His silence must have said enough because Tommy spoke again.

"Evan?" Tommy prompted, softer this time.

"Yeah, alright," Buck mumbled, letting out a small sigh as he leaned his head back against the headrest. "I'll stay put."

"Good," Tommy said, the edge in his voice softening even more. "I'll be there soon. Just… don't drive anywhere, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Buck replied, a mix of guilt and gratitude swirling in his chest. He knew Tommy would come without hesitation, but he hated the feeling like he was causing him extra trouble. Yet, knowing that Tommy was on his way was undeniably comforting.

With the call ended, Buck opened their chat and quickly sent his GPS location to Tommy, making it easier for him to find him. He dropped his phone onto the dash, staring out of the window, his thoughts drifting as he zoned out, waiting.

Even though his eyes fluttered closed once or twice, this time, he didn't actually fall asleep. The anticipation of Tommy arriving at any moment kept him hovering on the edge of awareness, too alert to fully drift off.

A soft series of knocks on his window pulled him back into focus. He turned his head toward the door, and despite the exhaustion clinging to him, the sight of Tommy standing there immediately brought a smile to his face.

Tommy, even though his face looked tense, offered him a small smile and opened the door. Buck unclicked his seat belt and shifted toward him, watching as Tommy scanned him over before extending his hand.

"Hey, ready to go home?" Tommy asked, keeping his voice light.

"I shouldn't leave my car," Buck mumbled, trying to stifle a yawn as he took Tommy's hand, letting him help him out of the car. It was getting ridiculous how often his car seemed to get left behind.

"I got it, baby," Tommy said, as his fingers traced light circles on Buck's hand. "I'll tow it back, don't worry about it. Just go get comfortable in my car."

Maybe if he were more awake, Buck would've put up more of a fight, insisted it was too much and that he could just call to get it towed tomorrow if he wasn't going to drive it. But with a sigh, he surrendered, making his way over to Tommy's car, slightly disoriented but too tired to care.

The warmth hit him instantly as he slid into the passenger seat, the AC that Tommy left on already blowing gently to warm him up. Buck let out a soft moan of relief as he reclined the seat back, the contrast of sinking into comfort after being cramped behind the wheel eased some of the tension from his body.

Through the side mirror, he lazily watched as Tommy went through the motions—securing the tow, double-checking the connection, and then briefly ducking into Buck's car to turn on the hazard lights.

There was something about it—about Tommy being so damn competent—that did it for him, if the weak twitch in his pants was any indication. For a second, Buck glanced down at his crotch sadly, knowing there was no way he could muster the energy to really show Tommy his appreciation.

He kept watching until Tommy finally got back into the driver's seat. Buck gave a soft smile, and a quiet "Hey."

"Hey, yourself," Tommy smiled, shifting over the console to press his lips to Buck's in a quick kiss. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah," Buck mumbled, his head resting back against the seat. "Just a long shift... tired of being tired."

"I know," Tommy said softly, placing his hand on Buck's knee and giving it a light squeeze. "It won't be forever. You can take a nap now if you want."

"I'm good," Buck insisted. He didn't want to sleep now and miss out on seeing him, even if they just sat there.

Tommy didn't push, just kept his hand there for a moment longer before returning it to the wheel. The quiet hum of the road filled the silence between them, while Tommy concentrated on driving back home with his car behind them.

Buck blinked slowly, fighting against the urge that pulled at him, determined to stay awake. His eyes occasionally drifted toward Tommy, watching him in the dim glow of passing streetlights.

Before he knew it, they were pulling into Tommy's driveway. Tommy parked and turned to Buck.

"Come on, let's get you inside," he said gently.

Tommy ushered him inside while he dealt with disassembling the tow and parking Buck's car. Once inside Buck kicked off his shoes by the door and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, half-drinking it in one go. The cold liquid was refreshing, but it did little to help.

By the time Tommy came back inside he was stretched out on the couch, staring absently into the room.

"Don't you look comfy," Tommy teased lightly, looking him up and down. "Ready to go to an actual bed?"

Buck shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Can we stay here instead?" he asked, patting the couch beside him. "I wanna spend time with you."

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "How about I bring my laptop to bed, and we can watch something there? That way, I won't need to carry you to bed when you inevitably pass out,"

"What, your back is giving you trouble already?" he joked, earning a playful swat on his arm.

"Come on, up you go," Tommy said, holding out his hand. "To bed with you."

Buck groaned dramatically but took Tommy's hand, letting himself be pulled up to his feet. They made their way to the bedroom where Tommy got the laptop set up while Buck went through his night routine in the bathroom. Buck gathered the discarded clothes from the tiles and looked at them for a moment before deciding to 'fuck it' and threw them into Tommy's laundry basket. He didn't have a shift to go to the next day and he would remember to pick them up before he went home.

Settling under the covers, Buck curled up into Tommy, resting his head on his chest, and sighed as his bones turned into mush.

He made it to the opening credits of a show that Tommy put on before his eyes finally fluttered shut. As he drifted off, he missed the way Tommy pressed a light kiss to his hair and whispered softly, "Told you."

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It wasn't until breakfast that Tommy mentioned anything about last night. Buck was in the middle of eating scrambled eggs when Tommy reached into his pocket, grasped something small, and slid it across the table toward him. Buck blinked down at the piece of carved metal in front of him, his brain taking a second too long to register.

"What's this?" Buck asked, staring at it. It looked scarily like a key, but his mind seemed unable to fully process it yet.

Tommy raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his coffee. "What do you think it is?" he asked with a teasing glint in his eye.

"A key?" Buck replied, the words coming out as more of a question.

"Brilliant observation," Tommy snickered, setting his cup down with a smirk.

"What…What's it for?" Buck asked, his heart thudding a little faster. Selfishly, he wanted to hear Tommy say it. Another part of him warned not to get his hopes up, afraid he might be misreading the situation. It wouldn't be the first time, and it would break his heart just a little bit if Tommy said it was for something else.

"For you," He responded, "Look, the station is closer to mine than yours, I don't want you to strand yourself again because you're so tired you can't drive. And, I want you to come here whenever you want—even if I'm not home."

"I… Tommy," Buck stammered, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak.

"I mean, it doesn't have to be permanent," Tommy added, his tone shifting, just slightly to uncertain. "Not if you don't want to."

Buck knew that the only way the key would leave him would be if someone had to pry it out of his dead, cold hands.

He snatched the key off the table in case Tommy thought about it more and decided to take it back. He pocketed it, but his hand didn't let go. He kept his fingers wrapped around the key, feeling the metal warming in his palm while his thumb ran over the ridges.

"I don't have a spare of mine, but, uh, I'll make you one," Buck said, a grin breaking out across his face.

"You don't have to," Tommy brushed it off, but there was a twitch in the corner of his lips.

Buck looked at his lips for a moment longer, before he couldn't resist anymore and walked over to pull him into a kiss.

"I know, but I want to," Buck mumbled against Tommy's lips when they pulled apart, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He wanted Tommy in his space. He wanted to come home and find Tommy already lounging at his place, waiting for him. Or even if Tommy wasn't there, he wanted to see little signs that he had been—catch the faint scent of his cologne or notice things out of place that only Tommy could've touched.

"Yeah?" Tommy's grin widened as he looked at Buck, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah," He nodded, maybe a bit too eagerly, but he didn't care. He was happy. Really happy.

Buck straddled Tommy's lap, the chair at just the right height for him to balance on his tiptoes, though he didn't need to—not with Tommy's arms wrapped securely around his waist, holding him in place.

Without hesitation, Buck crashed their lips together again. His tongue flicked insistently against Tommy's lips, demanding more. He felt Tommy smile against his mouth, especially when he parted his lips to give Buck exactly what he wanted.

Buck's hands roamed through the expanse of Tommy's chest then slid lower to shove them under his shirt. His touch grew greedier, his palms pressing against the warmth of Tommy's skin as he sought to feel every inch, like he couldn't get enough.

Tommy let out a low hum of approval, his hands sliding down to grip Buck's ass, pulling him closer as he kneaded the flesh.

He pulled away, just far enough so that he could grip the hem of Tommy's shirt, tugging it off and tossing it aside without a care where it landed. Then he was back, pressing himself against Tommy, trailing kisses down his neck, nipping lightly as he went. The little gasps and hums Tommy made in response sent a thrill straight to his cock, only spurring him on.

"Bedroom?" Tommy gasped out, tilting his head to give Buck better access to his neck.

"Too far," Buck mumbled, his hands already moving to Tommy's pants. His fingers fumbled with the button, eager and impatient as he tried to get it undone.

Tommy chuckled and patted his ass playfully. "Get up for a second."

Buck groaned in protest but reluctantly pulled back, standing up to give Tommy space. As Tommy worked on getting out of his pants, he quickly shed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving Tommy. He was just about to hoist himself onto the table when Tommy caught his arm, stopping him.

"Baby, we will break the table," Tommy laughed, his voice a mix of amusement and warning.

"I'll buy you a new one," Buck shot back, rolling his eyes.

"As sweet as that is, I like my table," Tommy shook his head fondly as his eyes flicked around the room. "C'mon, I think I have an idea."

Taking Buck's hand, Tommy led him toward the counter, the one with no overhead cupboards and plenty of space beneath the window. After quickly moving a few things out of the way, he tapped the granite with a mischievous grin.

Buck's smile widened, and without hesitation, he hoisted himself up onto the countertop, his feet briefly brushing against the wooden cabinets below, but that hardly registered when Tommy stepped between his legs and pulled him close, leaving no space between them.

"Genius," Buck mumbled in between kisses as he gripped Tommy's ass and tried to pull him even closer to get some friction. He let out a satisfied grunt when Tommy grounded their cocks together with the delicious friction that made Buck's breath hitch.

"I have my moments," Tommy teased, his voice low, as their kisses grew hungrier.

Buck tilted his head back, eyes fluttering closed as the heat between them grew more intense. His fingers dug into Tommy's back, urging him closer, desperate for more.

"Fuck, Tommy," Buck groaned, his breath hitching as another wave of desire surged through him.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Tommy's voice was rough, his breathing heavy and uneven.

"You," Buck blurted out, without needing to think about it. The need for the man burned through his veins, making it hard to think of anything else. "Fuck me."

Tommy paused for a moment as the words registered in his mind. Buck let out a whine as he pulled away to look at him, his gaze searching for something. Buck really hoped he wouldn't ask if he was sure. Because he was, he was more than sure. He didn't need to talk it through. He needed Tommy's cock in him. Preferably yesterday.

"Bed would be more comfortable," Tommy settled on instead, and Buck released a sigh, almost out of relief.

"I don't care, I just want you," Buck blurted out, the desperation in his voice clear despite his best effort to suppress it. His cheeks flushed slightly at the sound of his own neediness, but he didn't care. He just needed Tommy, all of him, right now.

"Okay," Tommy's smile softened as he pressed a quick kiss to Buck's lips. "But I need to grab the lube."

Buck nodded, his throat tight with anticipation. Tommy pressed one more quick kiss to his lips before pulling away, heading toward the bedroom to get what they needed. Buck watched him go, taking in the sight of his back muscles shifting, his ass moving as he walked away.

As soon as Tommy was out of sight, Buck's hand slid down to his cock, giving it a few slow strokes to take the edge off while he waited.

When Tommy finally returned, holding a small bottle and a packet in his hand, Buck's breath hitched. The sight of him standing there, eyes dark desire, sent another wave of heat rushing through Buck's body. Tommy stepped back between his legs, but instead of leaning in for a kiss, Tommy gently grasped his chin, tilting his head so their eyes locked.

"If it's uncomfortable, or painful, or if you just need a moment—you have to tell me, okay?" Tommy's. "Don't just ignore it or try to brave it out. I need to know."

Still, he nodded quickly, eager to get back to the moment. "Yeah, yeah, I will. Come on, Tommy," Buck insisted, a hint of impatience threading through his voice as he nudged Tommy, wanting him closer again.

Tommy finally relented, his gaze softening as he closed the distance between them, capturing Buck's lips in another heated kiss. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck, fully consumed by the kiss, his mind blissfully lost in the taste and feel of Tommy. He barely registered the way Tommy gently leaned him back on the counter and popped the cap of the lube open.

The cool touch of a slicked finger nudging at his entrance made Buck gasp, his body instinctively tensing. But Tommy was there, pressing soft kisses along his cheek, down his jaw, and nibbling lightly at his earlobe.

"Relax, baby, I got you," Tommy whispered, his voice a warm rasp as his lips moved down Buck's neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on his skin.

The tension slowly eased from Buck's body, his legs relaxing to let Tommy work him open. As unfamiliar the sensation was, just the thought that it was Tommy doing it, made any discomfort fade into the background

It also helped that Tommy's finger worked skillfully, curling inside of him that soon drew gasps from him as the pleasure intensified. Heat pooled low in his stomach as his breaths quickened.

"You're doing so good," Tommy murmured against his skin, his hot breath sending shivers down Buck's spine.

"Fuck, Tommy, more," Buck gasped, his fingers digging into Tommy's shoulder blades, the need for him building, almost unbearable.

"Be patient," Tommy whispered as his lips brushed against the shell of Buck's ear.

Buck's breath hitched as Tommy added another finger, the stretch and light burn pulling a groan from deep within his chest. Buck grabbed Tommy's chin, pulling him back into a heated kiss while he tried to get used to the sensation.

Tommy returned the kiss with fervor as his free hand slid down, wrapping around Buck's cock, stroking him slowly, teasing him further as he continued to stretch him open, eventually adding another. It was almost too much, and yet not enough.

Buck whimpered, his chest rising and falling in quick breaths, the tension building unbearably. He wasn't sure he could handle much more of Tommy's slow, torturous pace. His hips shifted on their own, trying to push Tommy's fingers deeper, seeking the release he craved.

When Tommy finally pulled his fingers away, Buck's heart pounded in anticipation. His gaze flicked to Tommy's face, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as Tommy reached for the condom, then lube again.

Tommy lined himself up, pausing for just a moment, his eyes locking with Buck's. "Ready?"

Buck nodded quickly, unable to form words.

Tommy pressed forward slowly, easing into him with a careful, steady pressure. Buck gasped, his back arching slightly as the stretch filled him, the sensation unlike anything else. It took his breath away.

"I know," Tommy whispered, his voice low and soothing as he continued to ease him open. "I've got you, baby. Breathe."

Buck's fingers curled against Tommy's neck, gripping him tight as he tried to follow Tommy's advice, exhaling shakily as Tommy moved deeper and eventually bottomed out. His heart pounded in his chest, and each breath felt heavier than the last.

"Fuck," Buck groaned, the fullness was almost too much. He shifted slightly beneath Tommy as he tried to adjust to the stretch.

Tommy stilled, as he looked down at Buck with concern. "You okay?”

Buck looked up at him as if seeing him anew. Something deep and raw stirred inside him—an emotion that was too big for words, too overwhelming to name. It wasn't just desire. It was something more, something that clawed at him from the inside out.

Buck craved more. It wasn't enough. The need for Tommy ran through his veins like fire, igniting something primal and raw inside of him. His body yearned for more, not just physically but in every possible way. He needed to be closer, to feel Tommy in a way that went beyond skin and touch.

"Evan," Tommy's voice brought him back to the moment, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. "I need some words here."

Buck nodded quickly, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he struggled to gather himself. "Yeah, yeah, just—" He let out a shaky breath, his eyes locking with Tommy's. "Just… give me a second."

"Of course," Tommy's hand never left Buck's thigh, his fingers tracing soothing patterns as he waited patiently. "We have all the time in the world."

Eventually, the overwhelming sensation eased, and Buck could breathe again, his body relaxing.

"Okay," Buck finally said, his voice steadier now, his gaze softened as he looked up at Tommy. "I'm good now."

Tommy smiled down at him and obeyed, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that was slow and gentle.

And in that moment, Buck knew—he was completely, irrevocably ruined for any other woman or man.

Everything else fell into a blur as Buck got lost in how good Tommy felt. Tommy slowly picked up his speed, each thrust deeper, more intense, pulling Buck further into the overwhelming sensation. Any coherent thought left his mind, replaced by a non-stop of moans and whimpers that fell freely from his lips.

As Tommy's rhythm turned raw and desperate, Buck sank his teeth into Tommy's neck, his hands raking down his back, nails dragging across his skin. Buck couldn't get enough.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Tommy groaned, his voice strained with pleasure, his control slipping.

It should be fucking illegal for Tommy to talk while inside of him.

The words sent a shudder down Buck's spine, bringing him over the edge.

With one final thrust, Buck's world shattered, the pleasure tore through him, his vision going white as his body convulsed beneath Tommy. His head fell back, lost in the orgasm, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the intensity crashed over him in waves.

Tommy followed seconds later, a groan escaping his lips as he buried himself inside Buck, his own release shaking him.

The world slowly came back to him, unrushed as he was enveloped by Tommy's body around him. Buck blinked slowly, the remnants of pleasure still buzzing through his veins.

Buck hissed as Tommy finally pulled out from him, creating enough space for him to pull off the condom, tie it up and throw it further away. Then he was back in Buck's space, wrapping his arms around him. Buck tucked his ankles over the back of Tommy's leg, trapping him as they kissed lazily, without urgency now—just soft, slow presses of lips.

"I think you ruined the kitchen for me," Tommy said with a soft laugh when he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against Buck's. "I won't ever be able to look at that countertop the same way again."

"There's still plenty of places you can look," Buck chuckled, his breath still a little uneven. "For now."

Tommy laughed. "Menace. Absolute menace."

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A few weeks later Buck finally caught a break. The works in the 118 were finished and they were officially back in business. The changes were minimal, thankfully, so when Buck entered the station it felt like coming back home and that he didn't spend over a month somewhere else.

The morning shift was quiet so with little to do, Buck preoccupied himself with polishing the fire truck.

"Hey," Buck looked up as Eddie passed him on the way back. His heart picked up a little as he walked after him.

"Uh, hey. Have you heard from Chris?" Buck greeted him. He was sure that Eddie was probably getting sick of him asking but what else could he say? There was a dark cloud over his best friend ever since Chris left, one Eddie refused to really acknowledge or talk to him about. Buck wasn't sure how to bring it up, wasn't sure if Eddie was ready to really talk about it, so he hoped that by asking it would maybe give a small opportunity for him to open up.

"Not really. My mom said he's making friends," Eddie answered, his voice clipped, eyes still focused on the floor.

"Well, that's good, right? I'm sure he'll come around soon and—" Buck began, fumbling for the right words to offer some comfort, but before he could finish his sentence, Ravi interrupted, walking up with a puzzled expression.

"Hey, did you guys check the roster today?" Ravi asked, glancing between them. "There's no acting captain listed."

"What do you mean?"

"Yeah, I thought Hen was acting captain." Buck said, his hands still gripping the towel he'd been using.

Hen was their acting captain for the past month, and while it wasn't the same as Bobby, it was the best alternative they could have.

"So did I," Ravi nodded.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Hen's voice rang out as she and Chimney walked in together.

"Uh, no Captain Wilson today?" Buck asked as he moved over to greet them, a bit of confusion creeping into his voice.

"I do believe I've been replaced," Hen said, the lightness in her tone catching Buck off guard.

"Replaced? By who?" Eddie asked.

"I think there's your answer," Chimney said with a grin, nodding toward the entrance.

"Cap," Eddie's face split into a genuine smile, probably the first one in weeks.

Buck followed Chimney's gaze and felt his heart swell with relief.

"What? He's back!" Buck laughed, the surprise quickly turning into pure joy. Without a second thought, he half-ran across the room, his arms wrapping around Bobby in a tight hug.

"Don't break him, Buck. We just got him out of the shop," Chimney quipped, causing a few chuckles as Buck pulled back, grinning sheepishly.

"Uh, right, right. Sorry," Buck held up his hands in surrender, taking a couple of steps back, though the grin never left his face. "I'm just surprised they let you come back so soon."

Granted, Buck didn't exactly know how long it took to recover from a heart attack, but it still seemed quick.

"Well, all my tests checked out a few weeks ago," Bobby replied with a warm smile. "And since you're all back here, I figured, why wait?"

"Nash." An unfamiliar voice rang out across the station, the sharpness in the tone causing Buck's shoulders to instinctively tense. Well, not completely unfamiliar—he'd heard it once before, and in less-than-pleasant circumstances.

Buck's eyes flickered to the stairs just as a man descended, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

"What are you doing here?" Gerrard demanded, his gaze fixed squarely on Bobby.

Buck's grin faded, his stomach twisting with an unsettled feeling. He glanced between Gerrard and Bobby, confusion creeping in.

"Gerrard," Bobby's surprise mirrored Buck's. "Feel like I should be asking you the same question."

"I'm captain of the 118," Gerrard announced, his voice firm and grating, sending a ripple of disbelief through the room.

Buck's heart sank, his mind barely registering Hen's soft protest. That couldn't be right.

"There was some concern downtown about a leadership deficit in this house," Gerrard continued, stepping closer to their circle. "I agreed to come back and put things in order."

"Is this some kind of horrible prank?" Chimney whispered to the group, his voice low but his words dripping with disbelief.

"They didn't say anything to you?" Hen asked Bobby, her brows furrowed.

"Why would they say something to him?" Gerrard interjected, his tone dismissive. "He quit a month ago. Or did you forget to mention that?"

What? Buck's head snapped toward Bobby, eyes wide with confusion and something far heavier— and something heavier, something closer to shock. A touch of betrayal seeping in. No. That couldn't be right. Bobby wouldn't just quit. Not without telling them. Not without telling him. They hadn't had as much time to talk lately, but still...

"Bobby?" Buck's voice came out barely above a whisper, searching Bobby's face for some sign that this was all a mistake, that Gerrard was wrong. But Bobby didn't meet his gaze, didn't say a word to correct the claim.

The knot in Buck's chest tightened. If it were a mistake, Bobby would've spoken up by now—he would've set the record straight. But he wasn't.

"Lineup and inspection in ten." Gerrard commanded before walking away, leaving them in stunted silence.

Buck stood there, frozen, as the reality of it all sank in. Bobby had left them. Left him. And now Gerrard was in charge.

Fuck.

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A Superior Find

Lyn's Writing Event Day 3

May 3rd : Week 1: Wendigo

Characters: Dr Scott White & OC (Mika Awi-Mino Deh D’eh) Aka Mika Deer-heart

“Deer with a strong heart” (Ojibwe)

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Sleepwalker

Word count: 1.0k ++

Location: Gwinn, Ontonagon (MI – US) “Superior State”

OC Character based off a real Ojibwe metal sculptor Louise Solomon “Likeness”

Warnings: nightmares, dark content, dreams, hallucinations, tremors, fear, native american lore,

Deep in the forest of the Superior state, Mika tossed and turned on her pillow, fighting off the sweating and trembling sensations in her limbs as a large glistening black skinned creature is chasing her in her dream. The deepness of the winter had sunken into the cabin and she was alone again, the fire out and her thoughts swimming as she sat up in bed panting and clutching her chest. A frosty breath resounded from her mouth as she tried to claim the fresh air into her lungs. She looked at her hands and they were shaking uncontrollably. Was she shivering or still coming out of that dream? Her skin was cool and clammy, and she peeled off her shirt and padded to the shower to start it up hot. She reset the pilot on a potbelly furnace and started the peat for an ignitor. Smoke gushed out of the vent; she stepped back coughing. Waving her hands and covering her mouth with her arm, the taste was ashy and acrid. She heard the shift of the water heater and walked away from the stove allowing it to warm the space, flipping the haft toggle bar to make sure the flew was open to the chimney.

She had had enough sunny days to go without a little bit. Residual heat from the other space heaters was enough, but today the chill was there, and it clung to her like her shirt had, a deep embrace. Mika stepped into the clawfoot tub and pulled the shower curtain with a scratchy noise against the metal bar above her. The water hit her skin and flayed off a layer, she cursed out loud and turned it down, letting the steam seep into her lungs, and the water finally to warm her, but not burn her. She checked for marks all over her body, again, this creature came to her, and she did not know what it meant, her great grandmother had said that such a creature meant famine long ago, and she certainly didn’t need that omen.

There were shallow scratches on her arms and hips, but she didn’t remember it getting that close to her. The thought made her shiver under the hot tap, and once she felt clean, she stepped out and toweled off, heading back to the bed. She pulled open a wardrobe hutch, a squeak of the hinge on the door let her know it was still unearthly quiet in this space for morning. She looked up out the paned glass of the windows, the sash was open, so what light was here poured in. The wind was still outside and the snow was crisp, white and calm. Nothing was stirring, not even the birds or squirrels, and that gave Mika an uneasy feeling. This deep in the woods she could always count on the animals to tell her when things were safe.

Mike got dressed and yanked the phone charger out of her phone, scrolling to find the clinic number. Finding Dr John Whitehorn on her “recents” gave her a pause. Maybe she was crazy. She knew he wouldn’t treat her that way, but still, it niggled in her mind, that something was off.

The phone rang as she waited, “John Whitehorn” Mika paused, “Hey Doctor, “ He responded immediately, “Mika, my dear, how are you feeling, did that tea work at all?”

Mika looked over towards the kitchenette, “Sorry, no. I forgot to try it. He came again, or it. And I think it is getting closer. I woke up with scratches. How does that happen?”

John, “Well, that is a progression, (frowns audibly) we should have you come in. I know a specialist in California that can help. I’ll call him and then we will schedule time for you to come in, alright? Try to eat and do some activities that remind you on being awake, get outside, its supposed to hit the 30s today”. Mika hmm-d against his tone, “Yeah I will try that. Thanks Doc”.

“My pleasure. I will call you soon”, Dr John said, hanging up the call and immediately placing a call to Dr Scott White at the Henderson Sleep Institute in Los Palos, California.

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Scott was at his desk when his cell phone rang, it startled him a second, he was lost in thought about a client, and sipped his coffee for the morning. It was early, but late for his shift was nearly over. When you work in a sleep clinic you rarely have the night off. Scott picked it up, “Scott White”, Scott said, a male voice on the other end spoke immediately, “Dr White? This is John from the Sacred Heart Clinic in her in Gwinn,” Scott nodded, “Sure, yes, John. How are you, how can I help?”

“Look, I have a patient, Mika and she is having some very strong somatic responses and I was wondering if you had some time to come out and see us here for, maybe a week?” Dr John was hopeful sounding as he paused waiting for Scott to answer.

“What sort of disturbances? What are her symptoms?" Scott asked. John paused, as if looking at notes, Scott heard shuffling, “Sweating, nausea, tremors, and now she has visible scratches on her arms and hips” Scott’s eyes dilated slightly in the resounding pause, “I see. That is quite a unique disturbance. And she is where exactly?” John answered, “She lives up in the woods here, about 20 miles from the towns. She’s an artist so she likes seclusion, but I think it is getting to her. Our winters up north here can last 6 months or more”. Scott looked thoughtful, scribbling some notes on a pad in front of him, “Right, well that certainly can’t help matters. How long has she been having these disturbances?” John, blew out some air, “Oh gosh, Id have to check my notes, but since last year I suppose, its been building. Off and on. She really doesn’t contact me too often. I go up and see her at least once a month, or have her come down” Scott cleared his throat, “I’m sorry are you her primary physician then?”

John responded, “Yes, here on the reservation, there are only 4 of us accredited in the Western way, so I specialize in psychiatry, sleep, and general practice”. Scott nodded again, taken in the information. He opened a calendar on his desktop, “I could be there in a few days, if you think she will hold until then”. John, “Fine, fine. I will make an appointment to have her come down from the hills, no problem. She maybe be a little skittish, but its just the Wendigo spooking her. We’ll see you on Friday then?” John was about to ring off when Scott stopped him, “Did you say the Wendigo, like the lore of the Deer man?” John smiled proudly, “Yes, you know of our native stories?” Scott spoke carefully, “He appears in dreams and in the flesh haunting people in the wood. I remember reading something back in college. Sleep myths are kind of a hobby of mine, (smirks)”. “Well that’s great, then she will be in good hands, we will see you on Friday. Pack heavy we’ve got 8 more inches expected that night. Ill send you an email with details on how to get here from the city (referring to Marquette)”. John chuckled and hung up. Scott looked at his computer and down at his notes, “tremors and scratches” he mumbled to himself, “Hmm”.

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