#firebucks

[worthfulsa2]

“   i   had   fun.   ”    her   world   before   was   upper   class   london   ——   now,   it   was   a   place   where   she   got   to   meet   handsome   firefighters   who   were   incredibly   patient   and   only   laughed   a   little   when   she   hadn’t   experienced   things   that   most   people   did   in   their   20s,   like   going   to   bars.   thankfully,   @firebucks​   was   willing   to   introduce   it   this   new   world   to   her.    “   are   all   bars   like   that?   with   the   dancing   and   the   music   .   .   .   i   liked   it.   ”

[engests]

        HIS HEAD IS RESTED STEADILY against his partners chest,    in the quiet of the night he’s focusing his alertness to matching buck’s slow breathing.    it wasn’t unusual for him to be awake all hours of the night,    listening attentively to the others heartbeat until either the sun broke through the window or buck’s alarm went off.    despite the subtle distress he was under,     he would much rather suffer in silence than wake the other.    knowing that in a few mere hours he would have to get up anyways in order to get ready for the long shift ahead,    instead he would remain still and take all the time he could get wrapped in such protective arms. 

        FINGERS DRAG THEMSELVES IN SOFT CIRCLES,    as he traces the tattoo on buck’s chest he realizes he’s lost count of how many the both of them had in total.    when the hour draws on,    he tries to rise up and move away from buck’s sleeping form,    however it proves to be fruitless when he feels the other shift beneath him.    a hushed whisper occupies the ambient space as he tries his best to soothe buck back to sleep.    ‘   SORRY,    DIDN’T MEAN TO WAKE YOU.   ’

@firebucks​ gets to have a closed starter.

[khrused-moved]

 ❝  ────── buck!  ❞    his name was exclaimed more in welcome than in surprise   laughing at the soft patter of her child’s feet, tearing herself away from the new friend she had made upon a flower petal to the man now fast approaching... 

hera grins as her daughter races to meet him, a subtle hue of a blush warming golden cheeks.    ❝  we weren’t expecting to see you here.  ❞    a blatant lie dressed in a smile  ―  she was expecting to see him, or at least hoping to. hera could not resist childlike antics when it came to the handsome firefighter that had kicked through the club’s walls only weeks before; nor the opportunity to test her new skirt. but she hopes it is a lie easy to forgive when dressed so sweetly.   /   @firebucks​    ♡’d

[acipaer-a]

@firebucks .

sitting on the couch ,   in the comfort of her own apartment ,   remote in one hand   &   beer in another   :   eyes narrowed on the screen .   tan and freckled after the last month in the sun ,   her hair nothing but a mess after hours in the salt water .   but the raw images   (   hours and hours of it .   )   are worth it .   sitting up a bit ,   eyes narrow and for a few moments   :   there is only the deep sea .   only darker and darker bellow .   before a tiger shark slowly comes into view and smile only grows .       ❝   we call her artemis .   ❞      over the years ,   she has collected quite a few encounters with the shark on film and photos .     ❝   when she was a lot smaller ,   she had bit a fish on a hook and it got stuck .   i helped take it out ,   but it left some scars at the side of her mouth .   ❞

[worthfulsa2]

“   it’ll   be   okay   ——   just   take   my   hand.   ”    alice   giggles,   holding   both   her   hands   out   to   @firebucks​,   ankles   and   legs   remaining   steady   on   the   ice.    “   it’ll   be   super   romantic,   okay?   as   soon   as   we   get   our   bearings.   ”     SC.

[worthfulsa2]

“   they’re   going   to   notice   right   away,   i   think.   ”    students   and   teachers   alike   were   asking   ——   the   proposal.   when   is   it?   alice   reaches   across   their   bed,   cupping   @firebucks​’   face   with   her   left   hand.   thumb   strokes   his   cheek,   eyes   glance   at   the   diamond   on   her   ring   finger.    “   can   you   believe   it?   i   still   feel   like   i’m   dreaming.   ”

[avengehe]

[ 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚜 ]    captain,  there’s a  @firebucks here to see you.   [ 𝚛𝚎: ]   400 random dialogue prompts !    [ 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎: ]   “ do you ever get afraid ? “

ADRENALINE  SETTLES  ALONGSIDE  ANGUISH.  AN  INQUIRY  INTO  THE  HUMAN  SOUL.  HIS  CHEST  CAVITY  BURGEONING  WITH  BLOOD,  AND  BILE,  AND  BITTERNESS.  TRAUMA  AFFIXED  TO  HIS  RIBS.  VERTEBRAE  BECOME  A  LADDER  ;  THEIR  RUNGS  A  HOST  TO  ALL  THE  LAMENTATION  FESTERING  BETWEEN  THE  PLATES.      how  do  two  desperate  people  find  each  other ?    intensely.  unwaveringly.    celestial  bodies  colliding  mid  flight.    wildfire  at  the  edge  of  gravity.    like  this:  together  but  disjointed  —      still  trying  to  make  sense  of  it.    of  whatever  this  is  and  of  themselves.  haven't  yet  figured  out  how  to  map  the  course  of  their  reality  as  well  as  they  have  each  other's  mouths.    BUT  HE'S  TRYING,  AND  HE  HOPES  THAT  THAT'S  ENOUGH.  THAT  IT  WILL  SOMEHOW  MAKE  UP  FOR  ALL  THE  MEMORY  AND  CHAOS  THAT  BREEDS  BENEATH  HIS  SKIN.  HIS  IRREPARABLE  HEART.    (  ᴛʜᴀᴛ  ʏᴏᴜ  ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ  ᴄᴀʀᴇ  ғᴏʀ  ᴍᴇ  ᴇᴠᴇɴ  ᴀs  ɪ  ʜᴀɴɢ  ᴏɴ  ʙʏ  sᴛʀɪɴɢs.      ɢᴜᴛ  ᴀs  ʟɪɢʜᴛ  ᴀs  ᴛᴡɪɴᴇ  ᴀɴᴅ  ᴊᴜsᴛ  ᴀs  ғᴇᴇʙʟᴇ.  ғʀᴀʏᴇᴅ﹐  ᴀɴᴅ  ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ﹐  ᴀɴᴅ  ᴏʀɢᴀɴs  ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ  ᴛᴏ  sᴘɪʟʟ  ғʀᴏᴍ  ʜɪs  sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ  )      he  settles  deeper  into  the  couch,  thinking.    ruminating.     death  in  his  mouth.    graveyard  dirt  stymieing  his  marrow.    skeleton  sinking  into  the  mud.    I  THINK  SOMEONE  ELSE  CAME  OUT.      wonders  if  he  was  really  afraid,  then:    when  he  had  a  joystick  under  his  hands  and  the  nose  of  a  plane  pointed  towards  the  water,  and  the  cold,  and  the  bleak  emptiness  that  should  have  stayed  in  his  soul.      wonders  if  he  had  any  fear  left  to  give.    (    ʏᴇs  —  ʟᴏsɪɴɢ  ʏᴏᴜ  )        "  all  the  time,  "       there's  a  smile  that  tries  to  soften  the  blow  of  his  words.    𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 !    but  s.teve  r.ogers ?    blacktop  grit  under  his  nails  and  scrapes  on  his  knees ?    he'd  known  fear  from  an  early  age  ;    but  once  you  start  running,  they'll  never  let  you  stop.        "   i  think  that's  why  we  fight  …  the  fear  of  what  could  happen  if  we  don't.  "   

[wasme]

& .    @firebucks​ .

“ ha ha! ”    chuckled  as  he  puts  helmet  on,   twirling  around  with  a  contradiction  of  grace  seemingly  lost  the  further  down  limbs  it  travels.    it’s  then  that  he  notices  other,   suddenly  no  longer  alone.   “ i  always  thought  i’d  make  a  fetching  fireman.    i  think  i  was  one,   once.    briefly,    around  about  the  eighteen  forties  but  i  sort  of  caused  the  fire  to  begin  with. . .  “     man  trails  off  before  he   takes  helmet  off  again,     throwing  it  over  to  newfound  companion.   

“ hello!   i’m  the  doctor.   and  i’m  going  to  need  you  to  let  me  look  in  that  room  right  there. ”    pointing  towards  a  locked  door,   one  he  seemingly  can’t  get  into.    a  rare  occurrence  for  the  man.