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Evan Buckley is not a little. That’s what everyone thinks and it’s what he tells himself almost every morning when he looks in the mirror. It is the furthest thing from the truth.
He was classified like everyone else when he turned 18, he knew for sure that he wasn’t a caregiver and hoped he’d be a neutral, but deep down he knew what he’d be. When his parents found out they yelled, they were both neutrals as well as Maddie, as far as he knew there had never been a little in the Buckley family.
“I won’t have this in my house, Evan. Do you hear me? You either get out, or you don’t give into this silly little urges. If you choose the latter and fail I will have no choice but to call Little Services and have them take you away.”
His mothers words ring in his head, he had known his parents didn’t like him and this had been one more thing to add to the ever growing list of reasons why. As soon as he was able to he got out of there. He threw out the letter and swore to himself that he’d never be little, he’d never make himself even more of a burden than he already was.
On his travels, he wound up in Peru, where he worked at a bar saving up long enough to pay a sketchy guy to forge classification documents for him. He made it back to the states new documents in hand and enrolled in the firefighter academy in Los Angeles, graduating at the top of his class, and was assigned to the Station 118 firehouse. He had a bit of a rocky start, he was reckless and naive and his new captain knew it, he fired him and rehired him in the same day once.
Buck, as he was now known on account of there being too many Evan’s in his academy class, had slept around with women, he didn’t like it, he felt dirty afterwards but it was the only thing that staved off the fuzzy feeling of his impending headspace. After his Captain, Bobby Nash, had rehired him, he warned him that he needed to get his head in the game and work hard.
Buck had taken this advice to heart, he became close with the other members of the 118, mostly his A shift colleagues, Henrietta ‘Hen’ Wilson and Howard ‘Chimney’ Han as well as of course Bobby, whom he saw as a kind of father figure in his life. They were a family, he’d never really had one of those before. He had Maddie of course but he hadn’t really seen her for a while, and he didn’t see Margaret and Phillip Buckley as his family.
Things were going well, they had a new member Eddie Diaz, who he may have gotten off on the wrong foot but it now seemed as if they’d been team partners for years. Sergeant Athena Grant had been coming around more ever since her and Bobby had started dating which was nice, and recently Maddie had shown up, explaining that she’d finally left her asshole of a husband, Doug.
He thought about confiding in her about his secret but she already had so much going on and didn’t want to add on to her stress. He hadn’t felt hadn’t felt any urges to be littles in a while and he didn’t even have to have sex which was a huge plus. Everything was going remarkably well, his life was exactly how he wanted it.
He should have known it would all go downhill from here.