#they need proper guidance and I love to see that both Eddie and Buck know it and work together to make sure that happens

[deluweil]

This may be an unpopular opinion,

But I'm having a hard time reading the posts about Christopher cheating and associating it with misogyny.

Kid is what? 13 14?

He doesn't know what he's doing is cheating, he just knows that his mother left him, not just when she died, but when she was able and healthy, and her being overwhelmed and scared and worried for her dying mother, wasn't an excuse to just walk out on her young son.

And Christopher is at the stage when he is old enough to be mad at Shannon and not just miss her, but him not "committing" (I'm writing it like this because he's a child for God's sake no one should be committing to anything at this stage, hell kids' brains aren't even done developing yet.) is not out of some hate for women, but out of real fear to get attached to someone and that they will leave.

Male friends, he has plenty and he's learned that they come and go, but a "girlfriend"? That's a lot to adjust to for someone who is used to being left by key figures in his life.

And not just Shannon, he was separated from his bisabuela during covid, and we saw that she moved back Texas, his grandparents, who he grew up in their house while Eddie was deployed for at least 4 years (because he did two tours), he doesn't see them much anymore because he was moved to LA, he knows Eddie can get hurt and leave him in a blink of an eye and now he's aware of Buck might be leaving the same way.

Now, yes! "Leading girls on" is wrong. I agree. As a woman I hate two timing men, emphasis on MEN though. - Christopher is a kid.

If Eddie's and Buck's reaction would have been, along the lines of "Kid's got game", "Well done!" and shit like that I would have screamed misogyny with you, but that wasn't the response.

Eddie didn't like that, and Buck knows the consequences and explains them to Christopher. These kind of reactions and guidance tell me that kid is going to grow up to be a good man. And I love it.

So no, Christopher isn't a two timing kid, he's just scared and did not understand the repercussions for his actions, which were explained to him, also revealing the deep wound that was festering deep inside of him without anyone knowing.

And I love that it comes out gentle and sad. Rather than the outburst we saw in S5 after Eddie almost died.

I love that Buck unravels the Diaz boys, gently helping them express the sadness and deal with it head on.

Because anger is just a mask to a lot of feelings that neither of the Diaz boys were good at expressing, I love seeing that transformation.

[mvltisstuff]

Hi!, I hope you’re doing okay I know Finals can be stressful, but I hope everything going great :).

I saw that you were doing requests again so I was wondering if we can get a fluffy fic with Buck and Reader having their wedding and Reader also announce at the wedding that she’s pregnant!

Also can you make Bobby the father of Reader :)

la vie en rose - e.b

summary: request :)

evan buckley x nash!reader

a/n: thank you for the request, you guys are wicked creative and i love reading them 🩶 were 1/7 finals done so we’re getting back in the groove 💪

y/n’s hair fell down in light curls on her shoulders, her face done in light makeup. a veil fell down her back and on her white, luscious dress. the time, the money, and love put into this day had finally come to a start. and y/n and buck couldn’t be more excited.

buck could jump up and down at the thought of her having his last name. his last name will on her license, her cards, their kids, next to hers. he could explode from excitement when he looks at the stupendous ring that he picked out. y/n looked at hers the same way, the silver band with minute gems on the middle screamed bucks name. she didn’t want to see it anywhere else but on his left hand.

marriage is a vast milestone in one’s life. the second buck, who proposed in an incredible buck way, got down on one knee, he knew he made the right choice. the rest of his life was meant to be with this woman. and he knew the rest of his life with her would be the best of his life.

standing in front of each other at the ceremony, being an emotional man who just can’t get enough love, bucks eyes welled up with tears the second he saw her flashing smile and radiant eyes. she looked absolutely heavenly, as always, but something was particularly different this time. the bewitching scenery around them and the aesthetic venue has perfectly made the night. watching y/n walk down the isle with her father, bobby, linked arm to arm with her made bucks already massive heart grow ten sizes.

bobby was always buck’s second father. he was there for him always, giving him proper guidance and acceptance that buck always needed growing up. when his own dad couldn’t do that for him, bobby picked up the pieces. bobby couldn’t be happier. his daughter was so happy with buck, and that’s all he wanted for the both of them. having bobby as a mentor made buck a better person, and bobby as a father made y/n the perfect daughter.

y/n’s own tears begin to rise into her eyes when she sees buck, dressed neatly in his black suit. eddie was standing next to him with christopher and a few of bucks good friends. maddie had stood in her alluring bridesmaids dress. y/n and maddie connected so well, and seeing buck perk up whenever she came into a room made maddies heart soar of happiness and delight.

they stood before the officiator, who was reading off things to buck that were almost nonsense. he had memorized everything, as he knew that her beauty would capture him and he couldn’t process anything else.

“i, evan buckley,” buck says. “take you, y/n y/l/n as my lawful wife.”

“to have and to hold, for better or for worse,” y/n speaks gently, locking eyes with her soon-to-be husband.

“in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish.”

“until death do us part,” they finish off their traditional vows and look to the guests. maddie is bawling her eyes out, trying not to make a peep. bobby is better at hiding his tears, hand in hand with athena as he sits in front row, watching his little girl become a wife. eddie and chimney have a smile wider than the horizon and hen and her wife watch in admiration of the couple. ravi, had been quietly cheering in the front row as well, cooling down his ‘life of the party’ personality until the end of the ceremony.

before the priest can finish his sentence about the first kiss, buck grabs the back of y/n’s neck and pulls her into a deep kiss, placing his other hand on her hip. they’ve kissed more times than they can count, but sparks will forever fly every time. this one is particularly special, for it commemorates the rest of their lives together.

the newlyweds step down and walk back down the isle while holding hands and sniffling shamelessly.

the after party was sick, open bars and decor with the live band. the first dance was magical, everyone feeling the love from buck and y/n radiate through the huge room. the circular tables were placed throughout the room, with the entire 118 at one table. they’d formed one table, and the buckleys had intentionally put all their friends name tags around one table. the caterers at the wedding had set up everywhere, and they couldn’t imagine a better night.

chimney came back with ravi and bobby, all of them hauling several drinks over, handing the biggest ones to y/n and buck. “for the husband and wife!” bobby says, placing the cocktails down in front of them. y/n stared at the drinks in front of her, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. she’s never been one to back out, which kind of alarmed the rest of the team.

y/n had been experiencing extreme fatigue for the past few weeks, and the concern of her health was so important to her. she wasn’t sure if her dad could take the loss of another child. she had been the only one to survive the fire, and the two of them were left to fend off of each other. her pregnancy was quite random, her and buck were getting married in just a few weeks. y/n didn’t know how she was going to hide it, but eventually, the anxiety was drowned out by excitement. they knew they wanted a family, it just happened sooner than they thought.

“oh, i’m alright, ravi,” she politely declines, causing confusion from her husband and her friends.

“c’mon, y/n! it’s your wedding day!” hen cheers on, pushing the drink back closer to her.

“yeah, you ok?” buck asks, quietly to not make his new wife overwhelmed.

“guys, really,” y/n smiles, looking down at her hands. “i’m fine, just not in a drinking mood.”

“you’re allowed to have a drink, y/n. you never get this day back,” bobby encourages her to have one to celebrate the new chapter in her life, but the new addition is more important.

“no, i’m not allowed to.”

everyone looks at her like she has ten heads, surprised that she’s not going all out on her wedding night.

“i cant because i’m pregnant,” she finishes, looking at buck first. his mouth was wide open, his chin on the floor.

“s-sorry, what?” she looks at bucks nervous face and nods. “oh! oh, my god?” he kisses her again, not knowing any other words to describe how he feels. hen let’s out a sharp squeal, before jumping up into y/n’s arms, almost knocking her out of the chair. maddie, who no one thought could cry so much, starts sobbing even more because her little brother became a husband and a parent in one day. y/n makes eye contact with her teary-eyed father, clutching hands with his own wife.

hen pulls away, and y/n says, “dad?”

“i, i don’t know what to say, y/n. other than i’m proud of you. and you’ve been the perfect daughter, and you’re going to be the perfect mom.”

“to your grandchild!” chimney pokes fun at bobby, who sips his club soda.

“don’t remind me, chim,” he says jokingly pointing out his age.

y/n and buck can’t peel their eyes away, and buck finds his hand migrating to her current no-bump stomach. “i love you so much, thank you, thank you!” buck says, over and over again.

“i love you to the moon, darling. i picked the best man, and i know you’ll be the best dad,” y/n grins, her cheeks becoming sore from the repeated smiles. “i still can’t believe you’re not a dream.”

[hysterialevi]

When the Devil Cries pt. 27

Fanfic summary: (NO SPOILERS IN THIS STORY) After arriving in Saint Denis, Arthur ends up falling in love with a seemingly innocent pianist, only to find himself in a battle with one of the most notorious outlaws to ever emerge from America. Now, between working for Dutch and robbing money for the gang, Arthur has to also protect the man he loves as the two of them try to find their freedom.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Male OC

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From Arthur’s POV

SHADY BELLE, DUTCH’S OFFICE

“What do you mean he’s dead...?” Dutch asked, his face drained of all color as I gave him he tragic news. “...What the hell happened?”

“It was Rodrick,” I replied. “That maniac workin’ for Atticus. He just...shot Lenny. Killed the poor boy without a second thought...and he weren’t alone. There were other members from Atticus’ gang on the boat, too. They knew we was coming, Dutch. They were ready for us.”

Contrary to what I was expecting, the other man didn’t seem surprised by that in the slightest and simply stared into the distance, thinkin’ to himself as he rubbed his chin.

“...So Micah was right.”

I paused, shrugging outta confusion. “What? Right about what?”

Dutch gave me a suspicious glance and lowered his voice, steppin’ closer to me as he made sure no one was listening in.

“Micah reckons there’s a rat.”

I sighed in annoyance, thinking back to when I saw the two of them talkin’ on the front porch. So that’s what they were discussing.

“Does he, now.”

“I know your feelings for him, Arthur,” Dutch said, crossin’ his arms, “but think about it. Every time we have tried to pull off a job or go after a tip, Atticus’ gang has always been there waitin’ for us. That ain’t no coincidence. Someone out there is telling them our plans. Lettin’ them know what our next step is. They are killin’ our family, and they are just as responsible for Lenny’s death as Rodrick is. We need to find them.”

I still wasn’t convinced. “Are you sure, Dutch? It don’t take a genius to see that we’ve been anythin’ but discreet. We’ve stayed in Shady Belle for far too long, we’ve robbed damn-near every establishment in Saint Denis, and Atticus knows where we’re hiding. To be honest, I’m just surprised he hasn’t wiped us out already.”

Dutch rested his hands on his hips. “Well, it doesn’t hurt to keep an eye out. I’ve already got a few ideas on who the rat could be, but I want you to help me find them. For all we know, there could be more than one. In the meantime...” he began making his way outta the office, “start packin’ your things. We’re leaving this swamp at first light, and then heading up north to a place called Beaver Hollow. Charles reckons we can stay there for a week or two.”

I followed Dutch out of the room, watchin’ as he descended the staircase. “...And after that?”

The older man looked up at me from under his hat, his eyes twinklin’ with that dark glint again.

“All in due time, my son. All in due time.”

THE NEXT MORNING

EAST OF LAGRAS

Navigating my way through the tall, droopy trees in this area, I left my horse at a small gatherin’ of shrubs and started traveling on foot to Hosea’s grave, eager to say one last goodbye before leaving for Beaver Hollow.

With all the pandemonium goin’ on recently, and Dutch’s erratic behavior, I hadn’t had a chance to stop by and visit the old man until today. It felt...strange seeing Hosea like this. I mean, he wasn’t the first friend I lost -- and I doubted he’d be the last -- but I had gotten so used to the man bein’ a part of my daily life that things just seemed...broken...now that he was gone. Incomplete. And frankly, I didn’t know how to fill the emptiness.

Hell, these days, I caught myself thinking about ghosts more than actual people. Instead of seein’ the folks who were still around back at camp, I always seemed to notice the ones who weren’t there...and it frightened me.

How many more people were we gonna lose before Dutch started thinkin’ straight? I understood that we needed money -- and shit ton of it -- but to me, it just didn’t seem like it was worth it to sacrifice half our gang in our pursuit of freedom.

After all, the whole point of our gang was to create a better society. A community of men and women livin’ by their own rules, free from civilization. But that weren’t gonna be possible if we didn’t have any people left to free.

Ah, well...I supposed we would just have to hold out for as long as possible. It was clear to me by now that Dutch had no plans on shiftin’ his mind away from Micah’s incessant ramblings, and the further he delved into that man’s mind, the more he seemed to lose his own.

The Dutch I had grown to know and love as a father, a friend, and a teacher...was no longer around. Nowadays, all I saw was a money-hungry fool willin’ to sell his own soul if it meant finding his freedom. I mean, the man barely seemed fazed when I told him about Lenny’s death.

But...maybe Dutch had always been like that. Maybe there was nothin’ different about him at all. Maybe...I just stopped being blind.

I just wished I had opened my eyes sooner.

Finally makin’ it out of the thick trees, I reached a small clearing in the forest and found Hosea resting in the center of it, a wooden grave marker standing somberly above him as tall strands of grass swayed peacefully around him.

It wasn’t anywhere near the kind of memorial Hosea deserved, and I felt even worse that we couldn’t give him a proper funeral, but it was better than being left to rot in this...wasteland of a civilized world.

At least, here, Hosea was surrounded by what he loved most. Nature. Ever since I was a boy, that old man had always loved nature. He grew up in the mountains. Spent more time outside than he did in his own house. Never seemed to get bored of travelin’ the country or exploring its secrets...especially when Bessie was still by his side.

It was one of the main reasons Hosea despised civilization so much; because it was killing the one thing he loved. And now, much to my dismay...it had also killed him.

Walkin’ closer to his grave, I suddenly noticed there was someone else visiting Hosea and stopped in my tracks, taken by surprise. The person’s arms were crossed at the moment, and their head hung low in a mournful manner as they looked down at Hosea’s grave, silently paying their respects.

It didn’t look like John or Abigail, and Dutch was still busy helpin’ the folk back at camp...so it couldn’t have been any of them. Who was this person?

Glancing down at the Schofield hanging from their waist, I instantly recognized the buck carving on its grip and the overall demeanor of its owner, causing a realization to light up in my head as a wave of sorrow washed over me.

I gently approached the other person, tilting my head in curiosity.

“...Eddie?”

The boy quickly glanced over his shoulder at the sound of his name and snapped back to reality, turnin’ around to greet me.

“Oh, Arthur...! Sorry. I didn’t hear you arrive.”

I stepped next to Eddie, gazing at Hosea’s grave marker.

“Sayin’ goodbye?”

He nodded, clearly preoccupied. “I wanted to visit Hosea one more time before leaving for Roanoke Ridge. I didn’t know him for that long, but the man provided a lot of guidance I didn’t know I needed.”

A reminiscent chuckle escaped me. “Yeah...Hosea always had that impression on people. Includin’ myself. Dutch may have educated me, but Hosea’s the one who taught me.”

Eddie let out a sigh, his brow furrowed in discontent. “I just wish I knew what Hosea would do in this situation. I wonder what he’d say to Dutch...or to me.”

I picked up on his discouraged tone, leadin’ me to believe that there was something else on the boy’s mind.

“...You alright, Eddie?” I asked. He paused for a moment, trying to get his thoughts straight.

“...I...I don’t know. Maybe. It’s just...” Eddie fell silent and turned away from me, stepping back from the grave, “I was talking with John and Abigail the other day. They were thinking of...deserting the gang. They wanted to take Jack away and try to start a new life somewhere else. On their own.”

I scoffed in disappointment. “That don’t surprise me. It wouldn’t be the first time John’s ditched us.”

Eddie raised a brow at me. “Really?”

“Yeah. He disappeared for an entire goddamned year, once. Only, Abigail and Jack didn’t go with him. Why, you worried he’ll go through with it?”

The pianist shook his head and stared at the ground, his face stiff with hesitance as he thought about what to say next.

“Actually...I’m starting to think that maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”

That threw me off guard. “Wait, what? E-Eddie, we can’t just leave--”

“--I know you love Dutch, Arthur,” he interrupted, his voice heavy with dread. “And I know this gang means everything to you, but...you’ve seen what’s been happening recently. Hosea’s dead, Lenny’s dead, Strauss is missing...who’s next? You? Me? John? Whose grave are we digging after this...?”

I was silent in response, causing Eddie to take a breath and regain his composure before continuing with his train of thought.

“...I’m sorry, Arthur,” he apologized sincerely. “I don’t mean to put you in this position, but with everything that’s been going on lately, I can’t help but fear for your safety. Every time you and I do a mission together, I’m always terrified I’ll be returning to camp without you. And that incident with Rodrick on the riverboat...we can’t let something like that happen again.”

“I hear you, Eddie,” I assured, puttin’ a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but I can’t abandon Dutch. Not now. I owe him my life. He saved me when I was just a kid. Raised me like a son. He’s the only reason I’m here today. Besides, you said it yourself: you ain’t never runnin’ from anything ever again.”

Eddie looked me in the eye. “And I meant it. But unlike before, I don’t care about saving myself this time. If I have to die, then so be it. I just care about keeping you safe. I know how hard you work to protect me, Arthur, but this goes both ways. I have a job to protect you, too. And I can’t just...stand here and watch as you throw your life away for someone who doesn’t even care about it anymore!”

That caught my attention. “You don’t think Dutch cares about me?”

The pianist gave his honest opinion. “If Dutch still cared about you, he wouldn’t be choosing Micah’s advice over yours. He would’ve listened when you told him the riverboat robbery was a bad idea, and yet, here we are.”

Eddie leaned against a nearby tree and dragged a hand through his hair, letting out a fatigued breath. “I’m not saying Dutch doesn’t care about you at all, Arthur, but he certainly cares a whole lot more about money.”

I rubbed my chin in thought, admittedly seeing Eddie’s point as much as it pained me to say it.

“So...what d’you suggest?”

The boy flicked his eyes around the forest in a cautious manner and softened his voice, takin’ my hand into his.

“...We do the same thing as John and Abigail, we pack our things, and we leave the gang. It’s something much easier said than done, but we’d finally be free of all this chaos. Don’t you think that’s worth it?”

I sighed in defeat and contemplated his plan for a while, absolutely torn by this dilemma. Of course I wanted what was best for Eddie, and I knew he weren’t wrong when he said Dutch was gonna be this gang’s downfall, but at the same time...I had history with that old man. He was a father to me. I couldn’t just...walk away and pretend he never existed.

Then again though, I supposed it was finally time to ask myself which I thought was more important. My loyalty to Dutch, or my promise to keep Eddie safe.

I was just afraid to know the answer.

Noticing my hesitance, it became quite clear to the pianist that I wasn’t ready to make a decision just yet and he backed down for a moment, still holdin’ on to my hand as his shoulders slouched in discouragement.

“Even if you won’t go along with the plan right now,” Eddie said his eyes downcast, “...will you at least consider it? If not for yourself, then...for me?”

Chewin’ on my lip in concentration, I briefly glanced at Hosea’s grave and put my heart to the test, thinkin’ about what that man would’ve wanted for us.

Before he died, I remembered Hosea was always goin’ on about how Eddie and I had a future ahead of us. That we had the potential to make something outta our lives, and break away from this world of crime we had grown so accustomed to.

I didn’t know if that was still the case, and if I was being perfectly honest, the realistic side of me suspected it was too late to make any kind o’ difference... but as much as I cared about this gang...I loved Eddie even more.

So even if it might’ve been futile to think about runnin’ away, or starting some sorta normal life for the two of us, every fiber in my being wanted to go for it anyways.

There was absolutely no guarantee we’d make it out of this alive, but just knowing that there was a chance we could live together as a normal couple...was enough to keep me going.

Finally givin’ in to Eddie’s pleas, I agreed to think about the subject and nodded in acceptance, reassuring him with a sincere gaze as I planted a short kiss on his forehead.

“Okay.” I promised quietly, placing a soft hand on the back of his head. “If you truly think it’s what’s best for us...then I’ll consider it.”

Eddie smiled warmly at that brought me into an embrace, resting his body against my chest as he sighed in relief.

“Thank you, Arthur. I know it’s not an easy choice to make, but regardless of what you decide, I’ll be there. ...Even if it means I have to fall with the gang.”