#and this message was like the biggest eddie hug :''')

[canongf]

Hey babe!! Band practice ran late, but I heard your photoshoot went well, I'm so proud of you ❤️ You knocked them dead. I can't wait to hear all the little details and to see the pictures, I hope you can sign mine with your autograph so I can hang it up in my room because I know you're a rockstar! Well, besides the music part, haha, but a star nonetheless! I'm always rooting for you to do your best because I know you can do anything when you put your mind to it.

-Eddie

eddie baby!!!

i hope you had a good practice!!! i'm so excited to tell you all the little details and i can't wait to show you all the pictures!!! i think you're really gonna like them. i mean, i know you'll like them anyway, but i think you're really really gonna like them. and i'll sign as many as you want!!!

hope you know you're the reason i'm doing all of this. you inspire me to be brave and better every single day, so i'm being brave and i'm being better. i love you more than i can say. 🖤

[choke-me-joey]

Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, smut.

AN: there is a scene in this based on a ✨️video✨️ i had sent to me by a beautiful anon and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. If you want the link you can find it on my page or message me and I'll try to send it!

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

The following Tuesday, after practice and your homework, you'd driven over to The Hideout to see the famous Corroded Coffin play to their crowd of regular drunks. You parked your car in the lot, getting out and straightening out your cropped Iron Maiden shirt. You'd paired it with some shorts and fishnets, as well as your Docs and your jacket which, courtesy of Eddie, now had a WASP pin resting proudly on the lapel.

You made your way into the, quite honestly, dump of a bar, impressed that you didn't even need a fake ID to get in. You grinned when you saw Corroded Coffin setting up on the small stage and made a beeline for your friends and your....Eddie.

"What's up, rockstars?" You smile, giving Eddie a cheeky pinch to the butt as he was bent over with his back to you sorting out his peddle. He angled his head to look at you, and nearly keeled over at the sight of your outfit. He recovered, standing up to hug you.

"Now this just isn't fair, sweetheart, gonna be playing our set with a fucking boner," he groans into you ear, making you giggle. He subtly kissed your head.

"Holy shit you actually came!" Gareth said, grinning at you from behind his drum kit. "Eddie said you might not make it because of practice."

"Like I'd miss the infamous Corroded Coffin live in concert," you gesture to the homemade banner behind them. "I'm excited!"

"You're probably the only one in the audience who is," Jeff laughs, glancing over the few people who had come to the bar to watch them play.

"Well, just remember who your biggest fan was in the early days, yeah?"

"Of course, sweetheart," Eddie winks at you and you have to wrestle down the urge to kiss him, not knowing how he felt about your...whatever this was between you being made super public yet. You instead settle on shooting him a wink and going to get yourself a drink whilst they finished setting up, patiently waiting for their set to start.

You were surprised when the bartender handed you a beer, apparently Eddie had sorted you with a drink before you'd gotten there, and again that meant nobody was checking your ID. You said nothing, taking your beer and sitting at a table close to the stage where you had a good view and Eddie could definitely see you.

The band start their set and you're completely blown away. Not only are they actually pretty damn good, the way Eddie carries himself on stage is incredible. He's confident, charismatic, nothing new there, but he eludes this sexy rockstar attitude that makes your pussy clench as you watch him. He plays with an energy that should be for 80,000 people not just 0.01% of that.

You watch his skilled fingers running up and down the frets, effortlessly playing chords without even glancing down. And when he sang, god your heart skipped a beat. His voice was the perfect mix of soft melodic singing and raw yells and shouts. They played a mix of covers and their own songs, their musical influences clear in those original pieces. Your favourite so far had been their rendition of Paranoid by Black Sabbath, and a song called Shallow Grave of their own. You had screamed and shouted and applauded, probably too enthusiastically really, but you didn't care. They were good, and Eddie was hot.

As the notes of another original song, Strangers in the Dark, came to an end, Eddie spoke into the microphone.

"We're going to change things up a little bit now folks, with a new cover dedicated to a very special person who happens to be our number one fan. This one's for you, airhead." He shot you a smirk and you grinned back at him, your cheeks flushing. "Sing along if you know it, maybe even dance a little if you're drunk enough."

The opening notes of Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks, but with a Corroded Coffin touch, began to play and your jaw dropped. You fucking loved this song, and your mind and heart race when you remember you had told Eddie that, probably about 3 weeks ago when you'd first started speaking properly, only mentioned it briefly when he'd seen the tape of Bella Donna sticking out of your bag.

He'd...learnt this, for you? Made his band learn this for you without even knowing if you'd ever come to one of his shows?

It's a good thing you were sat down because your knees felt stupidly weak.

"Just like the white wing dove, sings a song sounds like she's singing, ooh, ooh, ooh," Eddie croons; his voice could have brought tears to your eyes. He wasn't playing guitar for this, cupping the mic in his hands in a way that should have been illegal.

You sit in your seat, singing along, watching as a few drunks get up to dance, mostly middle aged women who look as if Stevie Nicks is their lord and saviour.

"Come on honey, your boyfriend is singing this for you! You gotta dance!" One of the Stevie-ites grabs your hand and tries to pull you up to dance.

"Oh, I cant-" you start, feeling a little embarassed. Ridiculous really, seeing as you were in front of two entire high schools nearly every week dancing and cartwheeling and splitting. Why the fuck was dancing in front of Eddie making you shy?!

You catch Eddie's eye as you're dragged onto the small dance area in front of the stage, the woman lets go of your hand to do her own Stevie style twirl, and you laugh, doing the same when she encourages you to do so. You glance up at Eddie and he grins back at you, still singing away as he pulls you up onto the small stage, twirling you around. You stay next to him, wrapped in his arms as the band finishes the song. When the last note plays, Eddie grabs you and you kisses you hard on the lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, the small crowd whooping and cat calling as you break apart, both of you panting and grinning like fools.

"You're amazing," Eddie says breathlessly, looking into your eyes.

"Me?! I'm not the one who just turned Stevie Nicks into a bad ass metal anthem! You gotta record that, you...you're incredible!" You pant, your face starting to hurt with how much you're smiling. You run one finger down his chest whilst looking up at him through your lashes. "How much longer is the set, rock star?"

Eddie swallows hard.

"Uh, th-three songs."

"Perfect, I'll be waiting by your van when you've packed up." You shoot him a sexy smirk, pecking his lips once more and hopping off the stage to watch the rest of the set.

*

True to your words you were waiting, leant up against the side of Eddie's van as he finished loading up his equipment.

"So, I've been thinking, that bed you've got in there?" You gesture to the back of the van. "Super fucking comfortable, perfect for laying down after a successful show, don't you think?"

"While every fibre of my being is going to hate me for saying this, Y/N-"

"Who said anything about sex?" You cut him off and he looks at you, confusion etched on his face. "Just wanna show you how appreciative I am that you learned a song for me, very cute by the way."

"Well, I have been known to be pretty cute," Eddie grins, letting you pull him into the back of the van, kicking the door shut. He grunts, letting out a breathless laugh as you push him onto his back and straddle him, pushing his shirt up his stomach. "Hey, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to, right?"

"What about if I want to?" You smile, rocking your hips experimentally against him. Eddie groans, fingers biting into your hips. You lean down and kiss him, tongue immediately finding his. Eddie's hands travel from your hips to your ass, squeezing it softly at first, then harder as your kisses grows deeper and more desperate. You pull away from the kiss, sitting back on your heels and your hands hover over his belt buckle. "Can I?"

"Yeah, yes, shit, you can do anything you want to me right now, sweetheart." Eddie groans as you undo his belt, your hand ghosting over the bulge in his jeans. Once his jeans are also undone, he helps you by lifting his hips so you can pull his jeans and boxers down to his mid thigh. You can't help the gasp that leaves your mouth as his cock springs free, slapping his lower stomach.

"Holy...what the fuck, Eddie?!" You laugh, unable to process what you're seeing. He's big. And not just big, but thick too. Uncut, with a delicious thick vein running along the underside of his cock. His balls are - is it weird to say perfect?- big and round and your mouth salivates at the sight. Would you even be able to wrap your hand around him? Swallow him down? Would your cunt stretch enough to accommodate him? Your brain buzzed with arousal.

"Not really something I go around showing off," Eddie chuckles, hissing as you attempt to wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking him. You pull back his foreskin to expose the head of his cock, the same beautiful shade of reddy purple as his lips, and you watch in fascination as a small bead of precum blurts out and over your fingers. "Shit, Y/N, your hand feels so fucking good."

"I haven't even done anything yet," you giggle, moving a tiny bit faster, your other hand gently cupping his balls. You make sure he's looking at you before you let a glob of spit fall from your mouth onto the head of his cock, using it to lube his shaft for your hand to glide easier along it. Eddie fucking whimpers, whimpers, at that, his head dropping back onto the pillow beneath him.

"Fuck, babe, you're fucking...you're a dream."

"A wet one, I hope?"

"You're...everything. God the amount of times I've thought about this, about you...Jesus, how are you fucking real?" Eddie sighs as you work your hand over his cock faster, the mix of your spit and his precum making it easier. "Can I...fuck, can you take your shirt off? And...and put my jacket on?"

He prayed silently that you'd agree, it was all he'd been able to think about for about 3 weeks. You smile, nodding, taking off your shirt. Eddie almost blows his load there and then. Not only were you braless, but you also had your fucking nipples pierced, the two silver bars winking at him in the dim lights streaming in from the car park. You send him a knowing smirk briefly letting go of his cock to grab his previously discarded jacket and slip your arms into it, the leather cool and somewhat a little sticky against your damp skin.

"How do I look?" Your voice is low and sultry, laced with arousal. The throb between your legs is almost unbearable now, and you grind your crotch against his leg for some relief.

"Like every wet dream I've had since I was 13," Eddie groans as you spit on his cock again. "Shit, never thought you'd be so..."

"So what?" You challenge with a smirk, one eyebrow cocked as you continue to jerk him off.

"Jesus, so fucking...filthy." Eddie gasps as you run your other thumb over the slit of his cock, gathering some precum on the digit and sucking it into your mouth. You exaggerate a moan, this was purely for him right now but he did taste really fucking good. "Shit, gonna cum soon, don't stop baby."

"Not going to Eds, want you to make a mess all over me." You push the jacket off of your tits so he can clearly see them. Your free hand pinches one of your nipples, making you moan and grind down onto him again, a whimper leaving your mouth.

"Jesus fuck!" Eddie grunts, his cock twitching in your hand as he cums, streaking your tits, stomach and a little bit of his own jacket with thick white ropes. You stroke him through it, letting go of his thick cock when he starts to hiss in discomfort. "Fuck, princess, easy, easy," he lets a breathless laugh as you scoop up some of his cum off your tits with your finger, popping it into your mouth and sucking it off. "Jesus H Christ."

"I prefer Y/N." You grin, letting out a squeal as Eddie pins you down onto the floor of the van, kissing you hard. His hand wanders to the button of your shorts. "Hey, don't worry about me, handsome. This was all for you."

"You sure? I want to." Eddie's eyes flick to yours and you smile.

"I know, and believe me I really want you to but I have to get home, school night and all that." You sigh and Eddie groans, dropping his head to your shoulder. "My fingers will just have to do tonight."

Eddie groans even louder.

"Shit, Y/N, that isn't fair."

"Relax, Eds, my parents are away this weekend, so I'll have that big, empty house all to myself. You wanna come over and protect poor little old me?" You put on a fake pout. Eddie smirks.

"And by protect you mean-"

"Fuck my brains out until I can't fucking walk and make me scream so loud the neighbours will know your name? Yeah, that's what I meant." You giggle, pecking his lips softly.

"Oh, I'll be there baby, I'll protect you so hard, don't you worry."

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[thesupreme316]

hi i never requested before but how would aew boys react to you being in wwe and winning money in the bank and cashing in if you can can you add Christian Cage and Kenny Omega💚

AEW Stars React to: You Winning Money In the Bank and Cashing It In

Pairings: Christian Cage x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hook x Reader, Daniel Garcia x Reader, Samoa Joe x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Supreme Speaks: hi anon and thanks to requesting (welcome to the dark side). I hope everyone reading this enjoys it. Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: not proofread, GIFS AINT MINE, mentions of reader are gender neutral until specified

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey @cassie0sstuff

Backstory:

You worked all year long and you proved yourself to be strong and powerful enough to compete in the Money In The Bank (men’s or women’s; whichever you prefer)

So this first 20-minutes of the match was spent with you bouncing off of ladders, using weapons to your advantage, diving off the top rope onto your opponents, and making memorable moments for the crowd

Finally, after damn near thirty minutes, you climbed the ladder for the final time and pulled down the briefcase to thunderous cheers. You smiled so hard that your mouth started to hurt as you went to the back to watch the rest of the PPV

BUT THEN

You noticed during a championship match (although it was already over), that the champion was injured. You grabbed your briefcase and a referee and ran to the ring as your theme song played (and the crowd gave the biggest pop in your career).

You cashed in the briefcase as the champion looked at you in disbelief and disgust. As soon as the bell rung, you performed your finishing move and got the victory (pinball or submission; I aint picky)

With tears of joy, you received your newly won championship. You celebrated with the crowd and your family/friends who were in attendance before going to the back where someone else made their happiness for you loud and clear…

Christian Cage

THIS MAN IS BEYOND HAPPY

What really popped him was the fact you used his chair move to your advantage

As someone who helped popularize the use of ladder matches, he was subconsciously dissecting your match

He did get scared a couple of times, but he still had faith in you

When you cashed it in, Christian damn near screamed his head off

Luchasuarus had to keep himself from laughing as Christian damn flew off the chair

Immediately called you and told you how proud he was; sent you flowers that arrived seconds after he said it

“How did-“

“I decided on a neutral message just in case of things…don’t read the other side”

I honestly think that he would reference you in promos to show how good his life is

Ricky Starks

THIS MAN CANNOT BE STOP PART 69 (wink wink)

He actually came with you backstage and sat with Cody and Brandi as he watched you own the night

He was the first person you hugged backstage, he made sure of it

Ricky was more concerned about your health than you winning the matches, so he’s just happy that you’re okay

Posts a pic dump of you getting ready, you winning, y’all hugging and shit

Can’t shut up about it while also taking credit for some moves

“That spear off the ladder was my idea…what do you mean Edge did it first?….I told you that yo-someone has an ego problemm”

After you have relaxed and rested for a couple of hours, it’s time that you guys actually celebrate

Or as Ricky likes to call it “Stroke Daddy Time”

Kenny Omega

This nice too bean will always be supportive of you

Posted not-so-subtle pictures of him in your merchandise

Was the first one to congratulate you publicly and privately

Kenny is the one to also dissect your match but just looking for inspiration for future matches

Although he couldn’t attend, he was on FaceTime as you received your title plates and photoshoot (hyping you up all the way)

“LOOK AT Y/N! YOU LOOK GREAT, YOUR TITLE LOOKS GREAT-Is that Austin Creed near you? Y/N run away”

I think after Kenny would have (unironically) the customizable pants with your face everywhere on it

I also think that Kenny would have ring gear that refers to your historical night

Calls you his lil bout machine (aww, aint y’all so cute…throws up)

Eddie Kingston

Okay listen man’s is so damn proud of you

Like Kenny, he couldn’t attend (also, despite your matches, he didn’t wanna be in attendance) but he made sure that you knew how happy he is for you

Posted a pic dump of your wins with a simple caption: “They did it mothafuckas”

Eddie will spam you with texts ranging from congratulations to lemme hold the title

I also think it would encourage Eddie to work harder in the ring so both of you can be on top of the world

If you’re a woman (or go by female pronouns), I guarantee you (motherfucking guarantee you) he will make a post or a shoot interview about how important women’s wrestling is

“Did you see what Y/N did? That was revolutionary! See what happens when you support women’s wrestling….douchebags”

He would proceed to tell everyone…including Claudio…how you’re now the only person he likes and tolerates

Hook

Baby boy is looking at you with stars and hearts in his eyes

He was just so astounded that you were able to achieve two things within one night

I have this idea that Hook sneaks backstage (aka no one really knows when or how he got backstage; or when he leaves/appears) basically he’s Batman

So like no one saw Hook come backstage but two and two together when they saw you hug

Whispers to you when you’re close enough how much he admires you

“To be honest, you’re the coolest person I’ve ever met. And tonight solidified it.”

Doesn’t post a dump but will instead post a simple behind-the-scenes pic on his story

Expect him to tell the Lads….and then prepare for the Lads to post about you

Samoa Joe

HEHEHE MY MAN

As a man who was in WWE, he understands how important this was to you and is happy that you survived

I bet he would get you a shirt that says “I survived my first money-in-the-bank match”

Joe def cackled when you did his whole “walk away” shtick when someone was trying to dive off the ladder

“I TAUGHT EM THAT! I DID THAT SHIT! It’s funnier when I do it tho.”

I think Joe would also give you a heart-to-heart about the business and how much this will impact your career

Is excited to see how your character will evolve from here

Def gives you ideas to turn heel and become a menace in the division

Daniel Garcia

SOMEONE WOULD NEED TO TASE THIS MAN-

He would not be able to shut up; you would need to duct tape his mouth shut and then take his voice box

Spam tweets and deletes the ones where people would raise eyebrows at him

Pretends to be a crazed fanboy like how he is for Blackpink (or Twice)

“OMG Y/N! KICK ME DOWN THE STAIRS! SPEAR ME-“

For your celebration, I can see Daniel taking you to a nightclub with Isiah (you will be appearing on the vlog, you have no choice)

And then another club….and then a bar…yeah bruh you getting blackout drunk (or at least hyped if you don’t drink)

Is genuinely happy for you (a lil jealous) and excited to see where you go from here

Also, he quietly asks for you to make an appearance in AEW

[waratah-moon]

oh my god this sounds soo good

"What were you thinking?" "To be honest, I wasn't" (Eddie does something stupid that puts both your names on every single tabloid in the city)”

“I may be an idiot, but I'm your idiot.” Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Famous!Reader WC: 1.8k Warnings: set in the 90s, alcohol consumption, mentions of Pam & Tommy, lil magazine cover edit at the bottom for vibe purposes only. masterlist / send me a message 💌 / other prompt drabbles

This was not Eddie’s most sober moment. In the process of waiting for their final category to be announced at the 37th Annual Grammy Awards ceremony, he’d downed three Jack and Cokes and taken one too many shots. In his defence, they’d performed their biggest single earlier in the ceremony and he was still chasing the adrenaline high that came from a lengthy round of applause. They’d also won Best Metal Performance; not that he cared about that too much.

Corroded Coffin was no stranger to Grammy awards. They’d won two Grammys the first year they were nominated. One for Best New Artist, which was a shock to everyone as it had never been awarded to a heavy metal band before, and one for Best Metal Performance for their debut album. That had been a years ago. 

Eddie didn’t care about winning awards. To him the fun part was making the music and performing it. The only opinions that mattered to Eddie were those of the fans. And maybe some of his fellow musicians. But in the end the Grammys for the rock and metal categories were ultimately voted on by people who didn’t even understand the genres, so to Eddie their award didn’t matter. But now they were nominated for one of the big categories; Record of The Year. That meant a little more.

He felt you place your hand on his knee, it must have been bouncing because he suddenly felt it still.

“Nervous?” Your voice was quiet beneath the chatter of the theatre, but he heard you loud and clear.

“Never,” he responded, his signature lopsided grin making an appearance on his face.

“You’re fidgeting.”

“I’m always fidgeting.”

“More so than usual,” you took his hand in yours, twisting the silver signet ring you’d bought him for your one year anniversary. That seemed like a lifetime ago now. “I’m so proud of you.”

“What if we don’t win?”

“I’ll break up with you.” You saw confusion pass over his face and you laughed. “If you don’t win, you don’t win. Doesn’t change anything, Eds. You already have three Grammys, I’m not sure we even have the room for another one.”

“You’re right, the space on the mantel is saved for your Oscar.”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest warmed. You went to speak but Garret hushed you as “Record of The Year” flashed on the screen behind the stage. 

Eddie couldn’t breath as he listened to the presenters read out the nominees, his heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest. He gripped your hand tightly, his toes fidgeting in his shoes. Suddenly people in the seats around him sprung up, hugging and cheering each other. 

"You did it, baby," Eddie felt you kiss him quickly before Garret blindly led him through the audience.

The band made their way to the stage for the third time that night, energy buzzing around them. Garret thanked the presenters and pushed Eddie in front of the microphone for the acceptance speech. the applause died down as the crowd listened to Eddie speak.

“Uh, wow. To be honest I don’t think any of us know what to say right now. Bands like ours never win this award so none of us were expecting it. Thank you for thinking our music is good,” he went to step away from the mic when Jeff said something to him, pushing him back to centre stage. “Oh shit, yeah. We’d like to thank our manager John, Tim and Suzy at Columbia, and Joel who worked his ass off in the studio.” Eddie’s eyes were hazy but they still managed to find you in the crowd. “Finally I need to thank my favourite girl. My muse. My beautiful wife. This is your song, baby. None of it would be possible without you,” he raised the award in the air while his band members shook his shoulders and clapped him on the back.

The rest of the night was a blur. You ended up at some after party hosted by god knows who, but you spotted some familiar faces. Pamela Anderson was in the corner watching after her brand-new husband as he did the drunken rounds pestering other guests. Eddie had told you he’d never liked Tommy, but you both loved Pam. You left Eddie’s grasp as he chatted away to some producer and headed for the blonde.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” you smile.

“I could say the same for you,” Pam pulls you into a hug which you return with a squeeze. When you pull back she takes your left hand in hers and inspects it. “No ring?”

You frown, “huh?”

“You got married and you didn’t get a ring?”

Your eyes widened. What? “Married? Who said I got married?”

“Eddie… When he… wait,” she blinked, her eyes travelling from Eddie back to you. “He called you his wife in his speech, everyone’s talking about it. Honestly I’m just upset I wasn’t invited.”

You flashed back to the ceremony, trying to remember what Eddie had said but blanking on everything past him calling you his “favourite girl.”

“We didn’t get married. We’re not even engaged,” you tell her. Your eyes wandered over to Eddie who had his arm over Garret’s shoulder and was laughing at something Jeff was saying. You’d been together for three years now with them being the happiest of your life. You had no doubt that he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The two of you had talked about your future together before, both of you certain that you had one together, but he hadn’t popped the question. Yet. “Everyone’s talking about it?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’m sure everyone will forget about it by tomorrow. Come on, let’s get some drinks, I have to tell you about my wedding.”

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

You woke up the next day with a headache and an answering machine full of messages. 

“Bitch you got married?!”

“Sweetie, I’ve spoken with a lawyer and we can get this annulled, please call me back when you get this message.”

“Darling, we need to talk about media strategy, the tabloids are having a field day with the shotgun wedding headline. I can get you on the Tonight Show tomorrow.”

It was past noon when Eddie sleepily entered the kitchen, oblivious to your tense state as you sat at the kitchen counter, hunched over a magazine, a half eaten muffin on the plate beside you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Did you make muffins?” His voice was muffled as his face was pressed into the crook of your neck.

“Nope. Carla dropped them off. Along with this,” you held up the cover of the magazine.

A red carpet picture of you and Eddie was splashed across the cover alongside the title: AMERICA’S SWEETHEART AND ROCK AND ROLL BAD BOY GET HITCHED.

He took the magazine from your hand, holding it closer to his face, “rock and roll? Corroded Coffin is heavy metal.”

You groaned, “that’s what you’ve taken from this? Eddie, everyone thinks we got married.”

He hummed thoughtfully, dropping the tabloid back on the counter. He broke off a piece of your muffin and tossed it in his mouth. “Not that I mind, but why do they think that?”

You spun the barstool around to face him, his hands finding purchase on your hips. “You don’t remember what you said last night, do you?”

Eddie tilted his head to the side, thinking. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, his hair mused from sleep. “No. What did I say?”

“When you won the grammy, after you thanked everyone, you thanked me.” 

“Yeah,” he nodded, his thumbs stroking the skin of your hips.

“You called me your wife.”

He squinted, trying to force his words to appear in his mind but failing. “Oh.”

“What were you thinking?”

“To be honest, I wasn’t. I was drunk, baby. It must have just slipped out.”

You covered his hands on your hips with yours, eyes wide as you watched his expression. “How does that just slip out, Eds?” He was chewing his lip now, trying to think of a way to defuse the situation. “Do you think of me as your wife?”

“Want me to be honest?”

“‘Course.”

“I love you. Our entire lives are intertwined. In all the important ways, you’re already my wife.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and suddenly your face felt hot. “But you haven’t asked me.”

“Do you wanna get married?” Yes, yes, yes. 

“You have to ask me properly.”

He huffed, dropping his hands from your hips and as he kissed your forehead. “Wait here.”

As Eddie disappeared from the kitchen you allowed yourself a moment to silently scream, fanning your cheeks. You were overwhelmed; too many thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to figure out what on earth was happening. It didn’t help that there was certainly alcohol still buzzing through your system. You swallowed the rest of the coffee that was sitting on the bench and pinched your wrist in an attempt to wake yourself up. Your mind still felt cloudy.

When Eddie finally returned, your eyes fell to his hands; he was fiddling with something small and velvet. “I was planning on doing this somewhere romantic. Maybe the lookout on Mullholand, but that doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is you and me.” He knelt down on one knee, opening the small box in his hand to flash a sparkling ring. “Baby, you’re the only person I want to go to sleep with, wake up with, spend my days with. You’re my favourite person. You’re my heart, my soul, my everything. You’re it for me, sweetheart.”

“Eds,” you felt your eyes getting wet as you watched the man you loved on his knees before you.

“Will you marry me?”

You were nodding before you got the words out, “yes, of course I will.” Your hands went to his cheeks and you leant down to kiss his lips. 

“Here, put this on before I drop it,” he took your left hand from his cheek, slipping the ring on your finger. You held your hand out, watching as the light bounced off the stone, making it sparkle. It was huge.

“Jesus christ, this weighs a ton.”

“Metal makes money, baby. Do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s perfect. How long have you been hiding this?”

He pondered the question, “I bought it last year.”

“Last year? We could have been engaged since last year? You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”

“But now I’m your idiot.”

“You’ve always been my idiot.”

4 months later...

note: Yes, that's JLo's 2000s Ben Afleck ring bc I think it's the height of celebrity extravagant rings lol not my style but sooooo 90s/00s.

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 12 - The Confession

Well here we are, the penultimate chapter in the Friendly Sex story. There are dark themes throughout this chapter as detailed in the warnings below, my message box is always open for anyone who needs to talk.

Written whilst listening to: Oxytocin - Billie Eilish, Block me out - Gracie Abrams, Maybe I'm Lonely - Rachel Chinouriri

Chapter warnings: MDI (18+ only), triggering situations; non-con kissing and touching, reader is under the influence of alcohol and drugs, one reference to rape, graphic violence, physical injury, blood, vomiting, explicit language, underage drinking (dependant on age restrictions), strong drug use (ketamine), angst.

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As ideas go, this was a really fucking bad one; speeding along with a group of relative strangers, all of you drunk, to go to a party full of awful people, and not a single one of your friends know where you are. But currently you couldn’t care less, swigging down more rum and vodka, the vision of Eddie and Chrissy laughing playing on repeat in your head.

You vaguely recognise that you’re in the Loch Nora area of town, the houses larger and larger with more substantial gaps in between, the car pulls up with a jolt to one of the biggest houses on the street, brightly light, loud music blaring out.

Linda screams in unbridled delight as you all walk up the vast sloping lawn into the house, it’s a sea of bodies, the air humid and stale with beer, smoke and sweat. You immediately make your way to the kitchen with Rum girl, you think her name might be Bonnie, finding a wealth of alcohol, she passes you a shot of some blue liquid with a loud "Cheers!"

It tastes like old bubblegum, making you gag in disgust. 

"That is fucking gross, I'm sticking with this." You say snagging an unopened bottle of vodka.

She nods in agreement, shaking her bottle of rum at you. 

"Bonnie! Come here!" Linda screeches from the makeshift dance floor, leaving you effectively abandoned. You push through swarms of teenagers, hugging your vodka tight to your chest looking for a quiet place to drown your sorrows; sinking gratefully onto a free step on the grand staircase, drinking quickly with a grimace as the harsh liquid hits your stomach. 

“Why so sad, pretty girl?” A voice says behind you. You look up to see Chance coming down the stairs, you roll your eyes, an obnoxious jock being the last person you need right now.

“Not sad, pissed off.” You reply irritably, as he drops down next to you, body too warm and close.

“Well either way, you look like you need some cheering up.” He smiles, pulling a tiny clear baggie out of his pocket with what looks like white powder,

“What is it?” You ask curiously.

“Drugs.” Chance replies with a ‘duh’ sort of tone. “A little helper, Special K.” He says grinning widely. “Put a smile back on your face.”  

You shouldn’t, like you really shouldn’t, you were already very drunk, and very alone, and hard drugs are not the way to go; but just like the last party alcohol isn't enough to soothe you tonight. You nod, Chance pulling you up towards a bureau in the corner of the hallway, you watch intrigued in spite of your misgivings as he pours some powder onto the surface, passing you a rolled up dollar bill.

“Keep the change, pretty girl.” He smirks, you lean down and snort up the line, wincing as your nose burns in discomfort.

“Knew you had it in you.” He laughs, patting you heavily on the shoulder.

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The drugs are quick, within twenty minutes you feel impossibly lighter, almost euphoric, relishing in the way your body shifts as you dance, the heavy bass of the music seeming to shoot up your spine with each thump. Nothing matters in your little bubble. A pair of hands smooth over your hips, you turn to find Chance again, pulling you closer to him.

“Feels good huh?” He murmurs, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, making you shiver unpleasantly.

Feeling dizzy at the onslaught of his touch, goosebumps rippling up your arms. He moves down from your ear to your neck, lips ghosting, teeth grazing, it makes you squirm in discomfort.

“I - I think I need some air.” You stammer out, lurching from his touch.

Your legs feel like jelly as you stumble through the tightly pressed crowd, you think you can hear someone familiar calling your name but it sounds far away and echoing, the party lights flaring uncomfortably in your eyes. You force your way out the front door, gulping down the clean night air, clinging onto the porch rail as the floor spins nauseatingly. If you could just sit down for a minute you’ll be fine, but letting go of the rail now you had it in your grasp seems like a bad idea.

“You running away from me, pretty girl?” Chance drawls behind you, his arms snaking around your waist, in a needlessly tight grip.

“‘M not feeling well Chance.” You mumble, taking deep breaths, fighting against the vertigo threatening to pull you down, wriggling against his hold.

“Aww poor baby, let me kiss it better.” He coos, spinning you so quickly you stagger, head hitting against a support strut making spots erupt across your vision.

“Ah! Chance - no - don’t want you to -” You whine, pushing at his stomach but there’s no power in your arms.

“C’mon pretty girl, you’ve been eye fucking me all night.” He huffs, mouthing at your jaw first, then his teeth clamp down brutally on your neck, making you yelp in pain.

“Ow! - Chance - stop - you’re hurting me.” You whimper, chest heaving in fear, adrenaline coursing in your veins, you dig your nails into his forearms but he barely reacts, pressing you harder against the beam.

“No, I’m not.” He laughs, grabbing your hair, smashing your mouth to his, his free hand sinking into the meat of your thigh. Your instincts kick in and you bite hard, knowing instantly that you’ve drawn blood, the sharp taste of iron thick on your tongue. He recoils, with an angry grunt, fingers lifting to his ripped lip.

“You little bitch.” He spits incredulously, hand flying out, vice-like grip around your jaw forcing your head back against the wood once more. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable hit, or worse, when the contact is abruptly withdrawn followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor.

“Get the fuck off her you piece of shit!” 

Eddie. You open your eyes in disbelief, Chance is on the ground, Eddie beating him relentlessly; punch after punch.

“Eds -” You gasp, pitching forward, fingers grasping at the back of his t-shirt. “- Eddie stop” You say slightly louder, tugging harder, but he’s too far gone, slamming his fist anywhere he can reach.

“You think you’re a fucking tough guy? Forcing yourself on drugged up girls?” He yells, Chance amazingly just laughs, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, blackeye already blooming.

“S-she fucking wanted it M-Munson.” He huffs out still laughing, you grip Eddie’s arm as he draws it back once more.

“Eddie, please, just wanna go.” You beg, something in your voice snaps him out of his trance, he gets up heavily, out of breath, knuckles split and bloody. He takes your face in his hands, checking you, forehead pressed to yours in a silent question, which you answer with a wordless nod. 

“Come on sweetheart.” He pants, throwing one last disgusted look over his shoulder, taking your hand and leading you down the steps when Chance coughs talking through staggered breaths.

“I saw you two that night, quite - quite a show - the f-freak and the fucking s–slut.” He cackles. You wrench yourself from Eddie’s grip, tumbling back up on unsteady legs.

“He’s not a freak you asshole.” You spit, stamping as hard as you can on his crotch, feeling immensely pleased with yourself as he finally cries out in agony, coiling in on himself. You teeter on the spot but Eddie is there, catching you about the waist, half-dragging, half-carrying you away.

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Eddie gets you halfway down the block before you stagger to a halt, letting go of his hand to brace yourself against a wall.

“You ok?” He asks, sounding winded, you shake your head, mouth suddenly feeling like sawdust.

“I- I think I’m gonna -” You don’t get to finish the rest of your sentence, vomiting hard, stomach contracting painfully at the acidic burn. Eddie quickly twists your hair up out of your face, as you heave and gasp through tears.

“I’m here sweetheart, you’re alright.” He murmurs softly, gently rubbing your back with his free hand. “What did you take? Do you know?”

“He called it Special K.” You pant, retching once more.

“Jesus, you were doing ket with that douchebag?!” He asks fiercely, a stark contrast to his continued soothing touches up and down your spine.

“I don’t need a fucking lecture Eddie.” You say weakly, coughing.

“Yeah? Well tough shit.” He snaps. “You’ve only ever smoked a couple of joints before and suddenly you’re taking ketamine?!”

“I didn’t know what it was!” You shout shakily, pushing away from the wall and his touch, you feel like the floor is shifting beneath you. 

“That makes it worse!” He yells back, eyes wide burning with anger and fear. “You’re so fucking stupid Y/n! You don't have a clue! He could have raped you!”

“You think I don’t know that?!” You shriek, quickly dissolving into sobs, the horror of events suddenly hitting you; trembling from head to toe as the adrenaline wears off. Eddie engulfs you without another word, holding you to him, hand on your head pressing you to his chest, you vaguely register the dull throb from where you’d hit it but you don't care. You wrap your arms around his waist, crying openly.

“I-I’m s-so sorry Eds.” You wail.

“It’s ok baby, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” He says thickly, you feel his chest quake from his own tears.

Minutes, hours, days, you don’t know how long you both stand there, Eddie is the first to pull away, pushing your hair back from your face.

“C’mon we need to get you home.” He murmurs.

“My dad thinks I’m with Rob and Steve” You mumble, scrubbing at your tired eyes, still feeling incredibly spaced out. “I don’t want them to see me like - like this.”

Eddie just nods, arm around your waist once more as you move towards his van.

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Neither of you say anything as Eddie drives, partly because you think you might vomit again if you open your mouth, but mostly because you were at a complete loss for words. Eddie had saved you, he’d found you, somehow, surely that meant he still cared? So why did it feel like there was a great chasm between you?

The familiar sight of the trailer park comes into view, grateful that Eddie wasn’t delivering you to Steve, or worse your dad. Eddie comes round to help you get out, his hand so warm in yours it makes you want to cry all over again. It takes all of your energy to get up the steps into the trailer, your head aches painfully from your bump, and you’re dehydrated to hell.

“You uh, go get cleaned up, I'll find you something to change into.” Eddie says awkwardly, guiding you to the tiny bathroom.

You shut the door, leaning heavily against the wood for a moment, heart and head racing. You glance up and hardly recognise the reflection in the small shaving mirror facing you from above the sink; you're pale and clammy, eyes bloodshot and sore, jawline already littered with pinky purple spotty bruises from where you had been grabbed. You push the mirror to one side, rummaging about in the cabinet looking for the spare toothbrush Eddie had bought you a few weeks ago, vigorously brushing the sour taste of vomit from your tongue. Splashing water on your face, and neck, you wince as you pass over the area Chance had bitten; the skin broken, red and welted. You can still feel his touch on your arms, hips, thighs, flesh crawling; you strip quickly, throwing yourself under the freezing spray of the shower not waiting for it to warm up. You grab Eddie’s body wash and an old loofah with shaking hands, scrubbing every inch until your skin feels raw, tears mixing with the now scalding water as you turn the temperature up as high as it can go.

You stay there until the water runs cold again, stepping out on unsteady legs, a clean pair of boxer shorts and a faded Motörhead t-shirt have appeared on top of the hamper along with a fluffy towel. You dry and dress quickly, feeling comforted by the overly large soft fabric, Eddie’s scent filling your nose.

  You’re dog tired, every muscle in your body aching, as you shuffle out of the bathroom to the broken down sofa where Eddie is sitting looking like he might fall asleep right there.

“I made you some tea.” He mumbles pointing to the steaming mug on the coffee table. “You should probably eat something too.” He doesn’t look at you and it hurts you more than any physical injury you’ve sustained tonight.

“I’m not hungry.” You say quietly perching on the edge of the seat, taking a sip of drink.

He huffs, heaving himself up towards the kitchen, pulling out a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter, making a very haphazard sandwich, thrusting it into your free hand.

“Eat it.” He says, and his tone leaves little room for argument.   

“Thanks.” You mutter softly, you take note that his knuckles are still caked in dried blood, looking sore. “Your hand.” 

“I’ll be alright.” Eddie says quickly, shaking it out like he’s only just felt it. 

“No, it could get infected, let me clean it.” You press, putting the untouched sandwich on the table, pushing past him back to the bathroom. 

“It’s fine sweetheart.” Eddie says wearily, following you with a hand on your arm to steady you as you inadvertently pinball off the wall, the vodka and rum still giving you sea-legs.

“Eddie, please, just let me do it.” You plead, you need to do something, need to take care of him like he’s taken care of you.

He sighs heavily, sitting on the edge of the avocado green bathtub in defeat, you dig out the mediocre medical supplies Wayne keeps. Kneeling down in front of him, applying some astringent to a cotton pad. 

“It’s going to sting, sorry.” You say gently, slipping his hand into yours, dabbing lightly at the cuts, Eddie sucks in air through his teeth but doesn’t flinch. You treat each knuckle with methodical precision, blowing over the skin to help cool the burn, working in silence apart from an occasional hiss from Eddie. 

“You’ve got a cut.” He says, making you jump slightly, fingers of his free hand tracing over your neck.

“Chance - he - bit me.” You say faintly, focusing on the last knuckle, ignoring how your eyes burn with tears again and how Eddie has tensed. “All done.” You tell him slightly louder, chucking the soiled cotton wool into the sink.

Eddie leans down and takes the antiseptic from you, and a clean pad, moving your hair gently to one side; thumb caressing your other cheek as he cleanses the angry wound.

“How’s your head?” He asks slowly, lightly tracing over the small lump on the back of your crown.

“Sore.” You admit, standing carefully, still woozy.

Eddie rises too, fishing a bottle of Tylenol out of the cabinet, proffering you two and taking some himself.

“Is it safe to take?” You ask cautiously. “With the - other?”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll watch you.” He says, thumb pressed gently to your chin.

The air feels thick and charged, you want to hold him, tell him how much you’ve missed him, how much you love him but the phone rings jarring you both.

He slides past you, leaving you in the bathroom, mouth dry once again.

“Hello? - Yeah I got her, she’s - ok, just shaken up -” You edge towards the doorway, straining to hear who is on the other end of the phone. “- sorry about your party, I’ll have to make it up to you -”

For the hundredth time this evening you feel sick, Chrissy, he was talking to Chrissy. Of course he was, after all he must have bailed from the party to get you, ruining their time together. You locate your skirt from the hamper, tugging it back up quickly, forcing yourself to keep it together.

“ - yeah I’ll see you tomorrow - ok, have a good night.” Eddie hangs up the phone, and you make a solid attempt to breeze past, tugging your shoes back on your sore feet.

“Uh, what are you doing?” He asks slowly.

“Letting you get some rest, I’ll call Steve.” You say, trying to sound casual but your voice is strained. 

“Why are you leaving?”

“You’ve done enough, you should get some sleep, or I - I don’t know, maybe you wanna go back to The Hideout?” You ramble weakly, heading into his bedroom to grab your purse.

“Why the fuck would I be going back to The Hideout?” He asks, following you looking lost and frustrated.

“For Chrissy.” You say quietly, chewing hard on your lip, cheeks burning as you fight back tears.

“I’m gonna put this incoherency down to the alcohol and ket.” He sighs tiredly.

“P-please don’t make fun of me Eddie.” You beg softly, crying.

“Make fun of you? Y/n you’re not making any sense!” He huffs, trying to approach you again but you step back, determined to keep your distance in order to protect your last shred of sanity.

"I saw how you and Chrissy were together at The Hideout and the - phone call just then.” You stammer. “You want to go to C-Chrissy - so go - you don’t need to feel guilty.” You heave out, voice trembling, hugging yourself around the middle like you can keep the hurt inside. “You don’t want me anymore and that’s fine, because I wouldn’t want me either.”

  "Ask me what my favourite song is." He demands, catching you off guard.

"What?" 

"Ask me, what my favourite song is. Right now. What I have in my van. What I have in every tape player I own." He says pointing at you, a hard look in his eyes.

"Eddie, I don't- "

He leans across to his stereo slamming the play button.

'And it all comes down to you

Well, you know that it does and

Lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice.’

"But - you hate Fleetwood Mac." You say stupidly feeling dizzy again, he hits the stop button looking half-crazed.

"Damn straight I do. But you don't, I hear that song and all I see is you. Dancing in the car and singing and laughing. And it kills me sweetheart." His voice breaking. "So don't - don't you fucking dare say that I don't want you anymore." He hisses ferociously, making you shrink back.

"Eddie - I -" You whisper tearfully, but he shakes his head slightly, now refusing to look at you, wiping his eyes roughly on his sleeve.

“I don’t know how to make this any clearer to you -” He says sharply, chest heaving. “- there is nothing between me and Chrissy, never has been, middle-school crush aside. We are just friends. She was the one who knew where to find you when you ran off tonight, she came with me to Loch Nora to get you, and the last I saw of her, she and Jason were having a very productive reunion on an armchair. I’m meeting her tomorrow to square up for the gig. But if you wanna go, then go.” He says with a note of finality, turning to leave the room but you catch his arm, gripping tightly.

"Eddie - please look at me." You beg brokenly, ducking your head to look at him, tears are streaking down his cheeks.

"Why?" He asks thickly, still staring at the carpet.

"B-because I need you to." You choke back a sob on the word 'need'. "I don't wanna go - I need you Eddie, more than I've ever needed anyone, and it scares me so much and it h-hurts, and I can't - if you left me -." You’re panicking, sour bile rising to the back of your throat, feelings spewing out uncontrollably, your eyes stinging as you continue to stare past tears.

"I feel like I can't breathe without you, I feel like I've been dying without you - I love you." You sob openly then, he finally looks at you, lip trembling his breath gasping and rattling.

Time stands still, suspended under the weight of your confession, everything that has happened between you reverberating, echoes of your fights, the cruel things you said to each other replaced by every cry of pleasure, every laugh shared, every secret smile cresting like a great wave washing the bitterness away.

Eddie is the one to break the stillness, gathering you desperately like you were a life preserver, hands in your hair bringing you to him, kissing you like he had never kissed you before, like he was trying to devour you and turn you into one form. You fling your arms around him, kissing back with just as much hunger, your faces wet from tears, hiccupping into his mouth. 

Each press of his lips against yours acts like a balm, drawing poison from an open wound. You know the feel of his lips by heart but this is new, nothing hidden, no pretence, just the two of you.

“Say it again.” He pleads against your mouth.

“I love you.” You whisper, heart exploding and imploding all at one. “I love you so much Eddie.”

He laughs through a sob, pressing kiss after kiss to every part of your face.

“I love you sweetheart.” He murmurs, those chocolate brown eyes you adore burning into your own, making you cry again. "You have no idea, I thought I lost you baby - it's been - I've been in hell without you." He says, voice shaking.

You bury your face into his neck, he holds you for a long time, cradling you, it feels like home and you relax for the first time in a week; a small yawn escaping you.

"You need to sleep sweetheart." He says gently, practically carrying you to the bed, settling you both so you're intertwined, foreheads pressed together. You want to stare at him forever, Eddie traces your features softly with one hand the other strumming up and down your back.

"'I love you, 'm sorry it took me so long to realise." You mumble sleepily, just saying it again because you can, now the weight has been lifted.

"I love you." He says, almost in awe, kissing you so softly you barely feel it. “My sweet little thing.”

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For Your Consideration, Some Terrible Losers Club Headcanons**

**Mostly Eddie cus I think he’s silly

When they got married, Eddie and Myra’s wedding colors were teal and white

Their wedding song was “A Thousand Years” from the Twilight soundtrack — Eddie thinks it’s the most beautiful song to ever be written

Richie uses Apple Music (saw this in a fanfic somewhere, couldn’t unsee it)

Eddie’s the type of guy to mansplain the “true message of” Hamilton to the women in his workplace/Myra

After Derry 2016, Bill sends all of his books to Beverly so she can approve/veto the endings. She’s usually a good neutral party

The Losers meet once a month at least for dinner and to catch up

Richie gives them all VIP passes to his future shows and they never fail to show up (even when he ends up relentlessly bullying them on stage)

Bill and Richie definitely kissed in front of paparazzi once “for the bit” (Audra approved of this and thought it was hilarious)

Eddie was a huge fan of Twilight but didn’t admit it because he saw himself as “above” the other fans

They welcomed Patty Uris as an honorary Loser after Stan’s funeral. She and Mike get along the most of all of them

Despite not being a millennial, Eddie certainly acts like a stereotypical one and you cannot convince me otherwise (hence the Twilight and Hamilton references)

Eddie’s the type of guy to say “don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee”*

*If he doesn’t have his coffee then Eddie’s a little bit agitated throughout the day, BUT if Beverly doesn’t have her coffee she will kill someone. Stan is somewhere between them

Mike adopted a Pomeranian after leaving Derry. Richie is sometimes horrified of it

The others bring up Eddie frequently in a joking way, but rarely (at first) does Richie participate. Somehow nobody notices that he gets quiet when they bring the topic up

The Losers got famous on social media after reconnecting, purely because of how weird they seem together. Beverly’s personal accounts quickly turned into everyone’s source for Losers content

I’m sorry but Ben seems like the type of guy to go to a family event and ask “where’s my hug? :D”

Bill would want to make his son a junior to “carry on his family name” but also, I feel like if he were to have kids he’d be graced with all girls. Girldad Bill…hm

Richie being their universe’s Bill Hader is so silly to me because, and ONLY because of Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs. I feel like the Losers would relentlessly bully him for that shit

Not a headcanon but I love Patty and Audra, I’m quite possibly their biggest fan

Audra, Patty, and Bev best girlboss unit. I love the idea of them hanging out maybe I should write a fanfic about it

Obviously I’m a huge fan of the idea that Stanley and Eddie never died but that’s not exactly a headcanon so. Um. They’re still alive in my heart

[sickofthistoxicshit]

My biggest question is: how are they going to wrap all the stories in 40 minutes!?!!??

There’s a lot to tell: Madney, the bridge thing, the sperm donor story, Natalia/Marisol, hopefully some Buddie…

I’m really intrigued about how they’re gonna play it all!

It's a LOT for 40 minutes, I am not completely sure that they can wrap all of it up in one episode.

I have a feeling that for all of KR love for wrapping up stories for the season, this one has the potential to end on a cliffhanger.

I believe that the Madney situation may only be resolved next season, the bridge thing is totally dependent on when in the episode it happens, if it is at the end of 6x17, like 4x13 when Eddie was shot? Or maybe a cliffhanger where we're left to wonder if one of our favorite firefighters live through this disaster.

Buck's talk with Connor told me two things, one Connor is not entirely sure he wants a baby or ready to have one, now that it's a reality, and something is waiting just around the corner for Buck.

Now the clown in me says that all the references from both Buck and Eddie to the future and things becoming very real very soon have a hidden, or maybe not so hidden, message that buddie canon is very near. I'm optimistic that way.

So Buck, imo, came to terms with the sperm donor thing, but I don't think the couple itself has their story resolved. I'm semi hoping they ask Buck to be godfather, or for Connor to get cold feet and for Cameron to come to Buck for help with her birth and later with the baby.

But those are all fanfics materials lol, we'll see.

The Cameron thing, imo, will probably happen in the beginning of the episode, thus leaving the firefam to maybe discuss it as the universe screams at them again, that life is short and they're wasting time.

I'm thinking maybe Natalia helps Buck come to terms with something, and they separate as friends or whatever, because dating Natalia will be pretty much dating Taylor under another profession, but same attitude.

Natalia is an interesting character, but she doesn't feel concrete enough to stick around, I think she's just a way for Buck to move past his ordeal and come to terms with whatever is holding him back now.

In my experience, those that find death fascinating were either touched by it (family members or trauma of some sort) or are facing the possibility of their own mortality, Natalia's motives to why she chose to be a death doula may shed light on what her function in this story is. -So if the disaster doesn't happen at the beginning of the episode, Natalia may show up to wrap up her appearance in this show at the beginning of 6x18.

Marisol, I'm pretty sure, is one if the victims most probably, in the bridge crash, I can't see any reason as to why she would suddenly show up, unless it's another one of Pepa's attempts at matchmaking lol.

If they do manage, by some miracle, to shove all of those things into one episode, it will probably end up being hurried and leave us with the same unsatisfied feeling we all experienced at the end of 3x18. (At least for me and my mutuals.) The train wreck resolution felt very anticlimactic, so I'm hoping 6x18 doesn't suffer the same fate.

As I've said before, this whole season we've been counting down to some bonus, as far as I'm concerned, it's time to put up or shut up, because we can't have so much character developments on all levels with all the characters only to be fated to watch them making the same mistakes all over again.

I do hope that we get a Bobby sending Buck away, while he and Ravi try to get to Eddie. While Buck, worried about Eddie, is making his way to save his older sister Hen and his future brother in law.

It's known from one of the bts pic that Chimney will be hurt badly, so I'm expecting something, emotional and heart-wrenching and frantic maybe, and maybe a little crazy Buck stunt 👀

I'm hoping, that once Eddie and Buck reunite we'll finally get a hug or better yet, a desperate 'you're a sight for sore eyes, I fucking love you' kiss.

Manifest with me 🙏✨️✨️✨️

Ps. Also manifest Buck's couch catching fire and Buck moving to the Diaz household where his favorite and chosen couch resides. 😌✨️🙏

[pinkrelish]

𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

✶One missed call. No new messages.✶

NSFW — angst, drug/alcohol mention/use, 18+ overall for smut

chapter: 9/15 [wc: 4.8k]

↳ part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11

AO3

Chapter 9: A Slow Rejection

——January 1, 1986——

[One missed call. One new message.]

“Hey! It’s getting pretty late, so I thought you’d be back by now.. Call me when you get this, so I know you made it okay.”

——January 3, 1986——

[One missed call. One new message.]

“Are you back to working on Fridays? Wayne let me know you made it home safe. Uh.. Miss you and stuff. Call when you can.”

——January 12, 1986——

[Two missed calls. Two new messages.]

“Been missing you, again.. Been so long, I’m starting to forget what your voice sounds like. Ha, I know, I’m being dramatic, but yeah.. It’s really not fair Wayne’s gotten all your calls, while I pick up the ones from bill collectors. I’m sure he’s a real riot, too. Telling the same story about how he tore his thumbnail clean off in that accident at the plant, but need I remind you, I’m the one you’re supposed to be.. Oh, fuck–shit–!”

“Man, sorry about that. You ever manage to burn pasta? Anyway. What was I saying? Right! We should try scheduling calls again, so we stop missing each other. Well, I guess we’d have to talk in the first place, but you know what I mean. Hope to catch you soon, so we can work something out.”

——January 24, 1986——

[Three missed calls. Three new messages.]

“I know you’re out of town for a meet, but Goddamn, I hope you don’t mind me ranting–because–holy shit, I just dropped the biggest plot twist on the club tonight. They totally didn’t see it coming, and shit, I’ve been planning it from the start. I’ve got even more twists later in the campaign, but this one was so good.. Hey, If I fill this whole cassette, I’m sorry, babe, I’m just excited–”

——January 27, 1986——

Every part of you ached. Wincing at the smallest tasks like lacing up your boots, and zipping your winter coat. Lower back pleading with you to stop bending over to pick up your purse. Arms shaking under the strain of textbooks. Eyes burning from lack of sleep. Head spinning. Water. Food. You needed both, had time for neither. Instead, you grabbed your waitress uniform, loaded your other shoulder with your gym bag, and walked the three flights of stairs down to the parking lot.

“God fucking damnit.”

You dragged the door closed from the white abyss, and stomped up three flights of stairs, rage simmering to a boil as you remembered you left the ice scraper and shovel behind.

But as soon as you entered the hallway, you sprinted. You could hear your phone ringing.

“Hello?” you answered, disguising the nauseating hope in your voice under a layer of genuine curiosity at who would be calling at dawn, and a touch of fear in case it was bad news.

It was never bad news when it came to him.

“Hey!” The pure relief in Eddie’s exhale wrapped you in a warm hug, placed a chaste kiss on your chapped cheeks. “I finally caught you.”

Finally. God.. finally you could reconnect with him after he swept you off your feet on New Year’s Eve.

You imbued your gratefulness into your voice, trusting he’d understand the magnitude of comfort he brought you, “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for school too, Munson?”

“I’m going, I’m going,” he promised with that little laugh of his, surely grinning ear to ear, pacing around his kitchen, probably annoying Wayne. “I just had a feeling I should try calling in the morning, and hey, it worked out. Do you have time to talk?” He knew the answer as soon as he asked, hearing the pause.

“I’m sorry.” Another pause. He didn’t interrupt. “My car’s buried under snow, and I’m running late as is.”

“It snowed there?”

“Mhm..” Certainly did, and if you didn’t get a move on, your coach was going to chew you out. But the temptation to keep sharing this blip in time was too enticing. Pretending things were better. “If you were here, would you shovel the snow for me? Scrape the ice off my windows?”

Eddie’s boyish, smitten murmur tingled across your skin. “Of course I would, baby,” he spoke in a lower range, in a whisper from where his heart resided. “Wouldn’t even have to ask. I’d take care of it.”

You knew he would. He was reliable like that.

“I’d have breakfast made, too,” he said. “Probably something frozen, but! Not to brag or anything, I know the exact amount of time to microwave a burrito so the inside is cooked, but the outside isn’t soggy, nor stale.” His warmth coaxed you into joining him in laughing, but it was repressed. Hollow. Delaying the inevitable. You both knew what was coming.

Aware he was burning the spare minutes you could afford, he asked the question you dreaded answering, “Do you have time to talk later?”

Oh, Eddie. Silencing your apology before it upset him more, you explained, “I have work later. What about Wednesday?”

“I have a date booked with Jeff’s mom. They moved into a new house over the weekend, and need help fixing faulty electrical stuff in their bathrooms. His dad is out of town in Indy. How about Thursday?”

“I’m usually in the gym until 11, and I have an exam to study for the next day.. I’m really busy during the Spring semester, with competing and stuff, on top of school bullshit–exams, papers, projects, whatever–and waitressing.”

“Mm..”

“Yeah..”

“Yeah.”

Ugly silence.

He said, “Well, I’ll let you go. We can work something out some other time.”

“Of course,” you promised. “Some other time.”

——February 8, 1986——

[No missed calls. One old message.]

“Uh.. I had to convince your roommate not to answer the phone, so I could leave this, and uh.. Now I feel super cheesy, but I wanted you to have a message waiting for you when you got back from New York–and–here it is, I guess. Jessica, are you listening to this? Whatever, I wanted to say I missed you, and hope you won all golds. I know you did, because you’re the best, but I wanted to wish you all the luck in the world, regardless if you needed it or not. Think of it like you opened a chest and found a Stone of Good Luck. +1 to all your rolls.. or tumbles, I guess.. Jesus Christ, I swear I’m done being weird. Call me when you’re back. Okay, bye.”

——February 9, 1986——

You called. No answer.

——February 10, 1986——

You listened to the fourth ring on the other end, and hung up. Defeat welcomed you like an old friend. Draped its blanket over your shoulders, squeezed you tighter than the lump in your throat, and reminded you to grab your new grips for the uneven bars on your way out of your dorm. It’s not like you had time to talk, anyway. You just wanted to try.

————

Eddie sprinted from his van. He heard it, he heard it, he heard it. Trailer door was locked. Wayne wasn’t home. God. Fucking. Loose doorknob he’d meant to fix yesterday knocking his keys from his shaky hands. Hehearditheheardit. Scraping his nails on the steps. Couldn’t find the right key. No, not the gold one, the bronze. Fucking hell. The ringing stopped. Maybe he could still–

He got the door open and dialed your number faster than his tunnel vision could discern. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”

Ringing, ringing.

It rang. It rang.

It clicked over to voicemail.

——February 12, 1986——

You took matters into your own hands.

——February 15, 1986——

“There’s a letter from your girlfriend waiting for you on your nightstand,” Wayne told him.

Eddie reminded him with a dull glare, “Not my girlfriend.” To which his uncle’s grin grew, watching his nephew fidget under the scrutiny of his curious gaze.

“It was delivered yesterday. What exactly do you call someone who sends you a Valentine’s card?”

Paling, then flushing at the suggestion, Eddie’s tongue stumbled over a half-assed response about the date being a coincidence, and disengaged from the odd twinkle in Wayne’s eye, hurrying down the hall to his room. Closing the door behind him, and locking it just in case.

The density of the card was substantial in his palm. He wanted to take his time, but his eagerness got the better of him. He ripped into the envelope and pulled out the thin letter stuffed with goodies. Beige cardstock. Crinkled along the top.

He meant to read the note first, but when he unfolded it, an abundance of riches slid to the floor, onto his dirty Reeboks. “What the..” With shame, he gathered the money first. It was no secret Wayne was throwing away the bills before Eddie could see the bright red stamps of FINAL NOTICE on them. Any time the lights went out, they would share a look from across the trailer, or a sigh if it was at night, until they flickered on due to a random outage. Things were rarely permanently cut, they made sure of that–with longer shifts at the plant, and Eddie selling weed, amps, acts of service, whatever he didn’t need–but there was always the looming threat. A voice in the back of his head when he needed to buy milk, and it had gone up another 4 cents. Morals; that’s what those voices were. Allusions of rules set by the wealthy. He bought the things he cared about, and stole the rest.

But with what you gave him..

“Damn,” he whispered, counting. Recounting. The weight of the money was comfort stacked in his dirty hands. A warm greeting after a long, cold day of working on his pregnant neighbor’s car for next to nothing. Granting him, and Wayne, the luxury of rest. It was enough to pay what they owed. Maybe more.

“Luckiest man on Earth,” he said, in reference to his sweet girl. “And you sent me..” He picked up the Polaroids and matched them to the paragraphs in the letter. One of you on a podium when you won first place overall; the picture was taken from the sidelines, far away. Another one of you competing on beam. Cute. Nice back shot of you in a leotard, too. Then..

You were at the edge of a pier overlooking the Statue of Liberty. Another girl was beside you, arms hooked around each other’s waist, having the other hand raised in the air as if you were holding the torch. The pose helped open your jean jacket, and beneath that, he saw peeking between the buttons, his Hellfire shirt.

“Sweetest girl.” He shook the picture steadily, like a nod. Gradually doing it more vigorously, until he was outright slapping it across his other fingers. “Goddamn, baby. You make me so proud.” Wearing his Dungeons and Dragons shirt out in public.

You would be a keeper, if you were his.

——February 17, 1986——

He meant to write back.

——February 22, 1986——

[One missed call. One new message.]

“.. I know it’s been a while, I’m sorry I haven’t called. Things got busy over here. Seems like when one thing goes wrong, more piles on. Did finish my book report for class, though, so you can be proud of me for that.. Yeah, miss you. Hope you’re doing okay. I don’t know if you’ve been calling and we’ve both been missing them, but Wayne hasn’t heard from you, either. You’re competing out of town today, aren’t you? Uhm.. Call when you can. And thank you for sending us money. Bye.”

——February 26, 1986——

You meant to call back.

——March 1, 1986——

Nothing really happened to trigger it, he was just sad.

Eddie sat at the kitchen table. Small and cramped with magazines and mail. He picked at a scab on his knuckle, twisted the black ring around his finger. Was tired, hungry. Quiet, and reserved from his usual personality, using all his energy yesterday to entertain Hellfire. Wayne would be back soon, he knew. The grocery store closed in 30 minutes. He just needed to occupy himself until then, but couldn’t find anything to do. New Metallica album in two days. He could listen to his bootlegs and finesse a song. But.. None of it sounded intriguing right now. Instead, his mind filled in the blanks. What were you doing on a Saturday night? Were you in your dorm? Out with friends? Working? Training? On a date–?

No. He stopped himself from fleshing out that last thought.

Tucking himself into the corner, huddling until his shoulders sagged, and drawing a knee to his chest, he grabbed the phone from above his head and dialed.

It didn’t matter if you couldn’t talk for long, he just wanted to hear your voice. Your voice would make things better. Shake him out of this cycle. These unfair consequences of being the one who could leave remnants of his heart for you to listen to at your leisure, but wasn’t afforded the same luxury. Unless you were both available, he didn’t get to hear you speak. Just ringing, ringing, ringing. Suffering ringing.

Wrapping his arm around his leg in a hug, he rested his temple on the stained wallpaper, and rocked his head back and forth, grinding his forehead into the wall. Ringing. Ringing. The same position he took when he was a boy, on the rare–very rare–occasion his mother called on his birthday, or Christmas. Mostly Christmas, that was easier for her to remember. And he sat in this exact arrangement, curled up as small as he can be, wishing the person on the other end of the line loved him.

“Just thinking of you,” he said, after swallowing the thick spit in his mouth foretelling the water in his eyes. “Miss you. Call me when you get this.” He hung up.

——March 5, 1986——

You wanted to call, but last week’s graded essay was burned onto the back of your eyelids. So much red ink.

Under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the library, you squeezed in the last of your allotted time before they closed, and forced your cramped hand to write, making it to your dorm in time to pass out.

[No missed calls. No new messages.]

——March 8, 1986——

He meant to start his letter to you. Really.

——March 10, 1986——

The quarter-sized blister on your palm you attained due to your own negligence around the flat top griddle at work burst on your fourth pull up. Fluid snaked down your forearm, cutting a stark line through the chalk. Coach would be livid if he knew you had a job. No distractions, he said. Not for champions like you.

[No missed calls. No new messages.]

——March 15, 1986——

Wayne took one look at him and sighed. He pulled Eddie’s wobbly desk chair up beside the bed, and sat facing him, lighting a cigarette. The heavy wooden box beside his nephew’s feet told him everything he needed to know.

Eddie held out his hand for Wayne’s lighter and lit the end of a joint.

“So,” his uncle started, drawing his eyes from the decades of memories stacked neatly in the keepsake box taken from the top shelf of the closet, to the Polaroids tacked onto the wall above his bed, to the worn black journals spread around the boy who laid there with his eyes on the ceiling, moping. “What’s gotten to ya, now?”

“Same old,” Eddie answered. Nonchalant, he took a drag on the joint pinched between his thumb and index, and rested his wrist on his forehead. Wayne waited patiently. And as usual, Eddie caved under the silence. “Unless she’s purposefully calling when we’re busy, she’s just.. not calling at all, and I don’t know what pisses me off more.” He shook his head. Long shakes, rolling cheek to cheek on his limp pillows. Eyes drifting closed. “I think I fucked up.”

Wayne leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs, preparing himself for a long conversation. “Why do you think that, son?”

The corner of his mouth twitched at the memory. “I promised her we’d be together forever, and she said ‘okay.’ That’s all. ‘Okay.’” He started to mock himself, “I want to be with you forever,” and shifted his pitch higher, “Okay!” Eddie stopped his theatrics, and sank to his mattress. “Jesus.”

“You seemed really happy the next morning when I came home.. Are you sure you’re not reading too much into her reaction? Maybe she was surprised, is all I’m sayin’.” Eddie didn’t give so much of an eyeroll, as it was him sliding his gaze away from Wayne, disinterested in analyzing what he’d been poring over for the past few months in solitude; as the phone calls decreased, and his loneliness worsened. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what it is you said?”

At an impasse, they inhaled their vices at the same time, and tapped them into the ashtray on Eddie’s nightstand in sync.

“Fine,” Eddie heeded, “But it’s not like I remember it verbatim.” Wayne spun his hand in encouragement to try. “It was something along the lines of.. I don’t know, man. She has these amazing opportunities lined up for her, and I told her after I graduate, I’m gonna work odd jobs, so wherever she goes, I can go with her, so we can.. you know, be together. Forever. I explicitly stated ‘forever.’ I’ll follow her forever, so we never have to be alone.”

Wayne spoke with the cigarette between his lips, “Sounds sorta stalker-like.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m just givin’ ya a hard time,” he said, after a slight laugh, and a coughing fit. His nephew seemed less amused, rubbing the back of his thumb across his forehead in a self-soothing gesture. “Was there anything else?”

Eddie burned through another fraction of his joint as he recalled that night. “She sucks at taking care of herself, so I said she needed her best friend there to look after her. Meaning me, obviously. Y’know, help keep her car functioning, make sure she gets rest so her injuries heal, cook for her because she doesn’t eat when she’s stressed. Stuff like that. I just want to be there for her, and.. Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Cigarette paused half-way to his mouth, Wayne debated with himself over which style of guidance he should take. For as long as he’d known him, Eddie was stubborn. Liked to figure things out for himself. But this? This was a little much for Wayne to sit back and watch.

“You told her that.. platonically?” he asked, a touch of astoundment at his nephew’s stupidity in his inflection.

“Yes.”

Jesus, kid. Get a clue. “And did it ever occur to you..” he drawled, waving his cigarette, “to tell her how you really felt, so you wouldn’t have to go through this? So you’d have a definite answer, whether she rejected you or not, and we could avoid all this back and forth worryin’?”

Eddie begged him to understand, “You know I can’t just.. say that to her. I mean, I said everything but that and all she could say was ‘okay.’ What if I actually told her? Made some grand confession at midnight, and kissed her? Christ, at least she still sort of talks to me.” He cut his arm across his chest. Quick, hard, and final. “No. No way am I doing that.”

Calming himself down, the joint between his fingers burned to a nub, and he spoke through the haze. “We’re finally friends again. I’m not going to jeopardize what we have by talking about my feelings.”

“Well, you’ve already lost her once, and you’re worried it’s happening again.. So, why not risk it?”

“Because now I know what it feels like for her to be a stranger.”

~~~

More words were exchanged, and many of them circled around the same subject without a resolution, but Wayne made sure to end the night on a positive note before he left for work.

He leaned over and dusted the ash from Eddie’s hair, pushing the fringe out of his face for a sincere, long moment of eye contact. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“I hope she calls. I’m sorry, son.”

——March 16, 1986——

The red lights on your alarm clock blared 2:35AM. You rolled over, adjusted the foam cups of your headphones onto your ears, brought the quilt to your chin, and rewound the tape to play it from the beginning.

“Crashed at Rick’s last night.. Sorry if you called.”

Then, a slurred message an hour later. “M-Mm.. Miss you.. I.. Hm? I.. Damn.” A drink spilled. Music played in the background. Something recognizable in the depths of your subconscious, but too quiet to place. Eddie inhaled deep, held his breath, and resumed with a steady cadence, “Wish you were here.”

——March 19, 1986——

Black. Black. Black. Searing white.

You came to holding onto a rope, and someone’s hand gripping your shoulder, acting as your sole buoy in the sea of your dizzy spell.

“Are you okay? Don’t answer that.” Katherine’s voice cut like a snake’s tongue. She lowered you to the spring floor next to the foam pit, and released a string of infuriated whispers about miracles, and you not falling from higher up. They came muffled against the high-pitched whine in your ears, and the pounding heart beats racing blood to your face.

She had a first aid kit with her. “Hello? Do you not feel that?” You looked at your hands. A cold flash of sweat prickled your skin. Nausea rose. The bleeding wasn’t bad, but it did leave a streaking trail on the last few feet of knotted rope dangling beside you.

At least Coach was in his office while the rest of you did your conditioning, so he didn’t see.

You rubbed your knuckles into your brow bone. “I think those caffeine pills caught up with me,” you muttered. Kat sucked her teeth, and handed you what you needed to patch up your torn calluses.

“I wish you’d stop taking those and give yourself a break. Rest isn’t a punishment.”

You may not have known her long, but she was the first friend you made, and her disappointed voice struck you in a way your Coach’s didn’t. Kat understood. She had a similar upbringing to you, and could relate. She also worked at the diner, and you helped cover for each other when other girls asked why you couldn’t make it to their bonding nights out.

And being vulnerable with her meant she knew intimate details of your life no one else did, and you were beginning to regret it.

Not really. But it sucked when she knew she was right.

“I can’t take a break now,” you mumbled, surveying the rest of the gym to make sure your conversation was private. “I’ve gotta study for next week. Gotta go to work. Gotta make money. Gotta–gotta–” You moved your hands erratically, drying the sharp sting of rubbing alcohol on your palms. “Gotta live up to everyone’s expectations.”

“Why not at least cut your hours at work? I know you don’t need the money that bad right now.”

“No.. But he does.”

The exasperated sigh Kat released grazed your cheek. She placed the first aid kit in her lap, and shifted closer to you. The side of her thigh squished against yours, and you wondered if anyone else on Earth would have stopped breathing at the small sign of affection. If anyone else’s eyes welled with tears at what others took for granted.

Kat’s tone went gentle, “You’re killing yourself over a guy who will never commit. You deserve better than that. Why not try going out with Roger again? You already know he likes you.” She bumped your shoulder and tipped her head at the group of sweaty guys standing under the rings. Most notably the stand-out amongst the men’s team jumping and grasping the apparatus, hoisting himself up for minute-long holds in poses that had your abs burning in empathy.

Roger was nice. His smile was nice. His short, sandy blonde hair was nice. Your date with him at the Italian restaurant in town was nice. He paid for the meal, which was nice. His eyes crinkled when he laughed at your bad jokes in a nice way. He made it a point to walk you to your dorm at night, like a nice man. He spoke to you nicely. He hugged you tight, and long. And when you made your intentions clear, he accepted you didn’t want a kiss, and left like a gentleman, without complaint. Nice. He was nice.

“You didn’t hear the way Eddie said–” the most romantic thing anyone had ever promised you.

“He called you his best friend.” She took over bandaging for you, turning her body to block the others from seeing the tears run down your cheeks. “He doesn’t love you like you want, and you’re starting to worry me. Well.. You’ve been worrying me. You need to take care of yourself, first. Coach might turn a blind eye because you’re still able to compete, but I see the way the stress has been eating away at you.” An opportune moment for your stomach to growl. “And I love you, and I want better for you than some guy who’s not into you, taking advantage of your kindness.”

“Eddie’s not like that. He’s different..” you offered meekly. “You don’t know him like I do.”

“Just.. consider going out with Roger again. Pay attention to the date. How he treats you, what he says. Maybe compare him to Eddie, and see what I mean.”

Done patching you up, Kat tossed the first aid kit to the side while you chalked your hands over the bowl, not caring the white powder clung to the wet smears on your face. She opened her mouth when you grabbed the rope again, fists on her hips not unlike a mother who actually cared for her children.

“You’re going to get hurt,” she said.

You put your weight on the rope. Your open flesh wrung against the fiber, padded by a few layers of athletic tape rapidly losing their adhesive from the blooming blood soaking through. The pain stung deep. Not enough for you to quit. You could persevere. Climb up to the rafters of the gym, and back down again without rest two more times, as Coach instructed. You could remain calm. Focus on the task, finish it, and still read your textbook until the crack of dawn, and go in for a quick morning shift at the diner before your afternoon class. You could do it all. You could. You could do it all if it meant securing a future for you, and for Eddie.

You replied, “Maybe I will.. But it’ll be worth it.”

Kat waited until you were half-way up to question, “Will it?”

——March 21, 1986——

If Eddie answered, you wouldn’t go out with Roger. That was the deal.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” you whispered with your head resting against the doorway to the back of the diner. The two line cooks gave you sympathetic looks. “Pick up,” you pleaded with a bite of anger.

You hung up.

Dialed again.

“Come on, Eddie..”

When he didn’t answer, you let Kat embrace you in the walk-in cooler, blotting your tears on her brown uniform shirt, and she listened to you sob about how not only had the phone calls stopped, Eddie had stopped calling you by pet names long before that.

————

Roger was soft. His grin was soft. His hair was soft, brushing across your forehead. The callus on his thumb was smooth, soft as he traced your bottom lip. The back of his fingers were soft as he caressed them over your cheek. His lips were soft, too. Placing them gently on the corner of yours after you turned away at the last second.

His voice was soft. “You don’t like me, do you?”

“I’m sorry..” You struggled to say more. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said, and left. Softly spoken through the rejection, and accepting it like the nice man he was, not coercing you into more.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, long after Roger walked away. You went inside your dorm, and did the thing you always did, pressing the blinking light on your answering machine, noticing the cassette through the plastic window hadn’t moved.

[One missed call. No new messages.]

Oh.

He’d never not left a message before..

——March 22, 1986——

You awoke with a start. “Wha–?” Your bloodshot eyes refused to open under the disturbing amount of daylight streaming through your window. What was that noise? Was the phone ringing? 

The phone was most definitely ringing.

Answering under the grog of not knowing when you went to sleep, nor what day it was, you said the first thing that came to mind, “Eddie?” You winced, and jerked the phone away, taking a moment to place the loud, exuberant–panicked–voice on the other side. “..Dustin?”

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i saw a tiktok where a girl invited her bf over to hang out and it really was just a ploy to get him to help her clean her room. and the tiktok was of him grumpily laying out her duvet & fluffing her pillow. big steve energy imo.

💭. roma, this is honestly one of the most steve things ever.

just picture how his face fell when he figured out what your true intentions were. it’s obvious that steve thought you asked him to come to your place for your usual breathtaking make out sessions, and he came prepared! wearing your favorite cologne, with that blue shirt of his that hugs him in all the right places, showing off his well-built arms, and his customary tight jeans. he was ready for another great night with you, but it seemed like you had different plans.

your room was usually messy, with your papers all over the place, books opened in random pages, some clothes piled up in your chair and pens everywhere. he was used to it, and always said that you should tidy the place up — steve’s room, as incredible as it seems, wasn’t always messy. he always tried his best to keep his clothes in their place and his bed was always in order, with sheets looking almost untouched, like he didn’t even sleep in his bedroom. so, you were just doing what he’s told you, right? it wasn’t that mean.

it started out with you asking him, “hey, stevie, could you please bring those books here?”, and pointing to your big bookshelf. and as the great boyfriend that steve is, he obliged, stacking up your books on his arms and bringing them for you to put them in their place. and you did, at first. but after completing half of the shelves, you told him, “i think i’m gonna sit down a bit, my arms kind of hurt. can you keep going?”.

steve didn’t find it weird at the start, indulging almost mindlessly in your little trap. so he continued to stack your books, organizing them in the exact way you wanted; folding your clothes and putting them on your wardrobe when you asked him to; taking all of your pens (even finding ‘new’ ones that you forgot about) and placing them inside your little organizer. he kept going until he got to your bed and saw you just lying there, going through a magazine, not paying attention to him at all. oh, man, he was so irritated when he figured out you were making him be your maid for the day — and much more frustrated when he figured it had no sexual connotation behind it either.

“i can’t believe you just made me clean up your whole room”, he said with a huff. his hands immediately went to his hips, giving you his famous ���mom pose’.

“i didn’t”, you said, like it was obvious, “you still haven’t cleaned up my bed”.

by the look on his face, you were convinced that he wasn’t going to do anything else for you. in fact, you knew that he was going to go full rant mode on you, giving you a piece of his mind in that dramatic way of his. you braced yourself once you heard him sigh and rub his face quickly with his hands, looking in your direction. you just weren’t expecting to hear what came next.

“well, i can’t do it if you’re laying on top of it”, he stated, and walked up to get some clean sheets out of your wardrobe. you excitedly got up, going towards him with the biggest smile on your face. all he could do was roll his eyes, leaning on your direction to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

murmuring an almost inaudible “messy girl”, steve was quick to go change your bedsheets after that; your small kiss being fueling enough for him to do anything you asked him to in a heartbeat.

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[eclecticwitchm]

Eddie A-Z

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Eddie is all over you. Running up to you from behind, picking you up and hugging you tight. He's always holding your hand, kissing your knuckles or hip to hip with you, arm around your waist. He's not afraid to b a real sap, damn the 'freak' and 'bad boy' reputation, he's a huge softie when it comes to you.

It's not just physical affection he shows, he's really thoughtful, giving you little gifts, writing little songs and notes for you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's even more hyper, funnier and just more 'Eddie' in general. He brings snacks over to yours when you're due on your period, keeps a spare toothbrush for when you crash at his and know's everything about you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Eddie Munson is a total cuddle monster. He's always got his arm around you, shoulders or waist. He loves cuddling you from behind, pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If cooking's needed, its really your job. Eddie try's but its not his strong suit. He's better at cleaning now that you're together. He keeps his trailer somewhat tidy now, and always makes sure his laundry is done, as its your biggest pet peeve.

He would love to settle down with you, he'd do anything for you. He calls you Mrs Munson more and more nowadays to his friends and the kids at Hellfire.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He's be breaking inside, but try not to show it. Try to be as chill as possible, as if its no big deal. Because thats what Eddie does, saves face when things get hard.

If you broke up with him, he's fight like hell to get you back.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Eddie would want a shotgun wedding as soon as he could, but he knows how you feel about your family, so he would wait and do things right just for you. Eddie's a one woman kinda guy, you're his one and only.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's always asking how you're doing, how you're feeling. He just wants to make you happy.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Eddie Munson is all over you like a damn rash. He just loves to hold you close.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Call it self preservation but it takes him a while. That doesn't mean he doesn't feel it from the get go but its hard for him to let the walls he's had to build down.

The first time he tells you he loves you, you've just woken up, hair a mess and eye make up smudged from the night before. He thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and cant wait to wake up to you every morning for the rest of his life.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Eddie's a pretty chill guy but fuck it bothers him when some jock is whispering something into your ear. Henderson nudging his shoulder to ask if you're okay but the rage is building. The jock gets the message when he's shoved to the ground from behind, when he looks up from the floor, Munson's snogging the queen of Hawkins High

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Eddie kissed you EVERYWHERE. He's a big pleaser and wont stop. Sometimes it's small kisses on your knuckles, a heated kiss or love bite to your neck or long make out sessions.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Eddie is wary, but your little sister is all over him and he lets her plan tea parties, dress up games and whatever the hell she likes.

Oh, and Eddie Munson is just about the best damn dad to your kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy breakfasts in bed, showers together (not much getting clean being done though)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Jammin' out, smoking and hot sex when you're at his.

Sometimes he listens when you tell him you need to study, he'll happily just watch you, not very quietly though.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's a closed book with most of his feelings, its hard to open up when most people think hes a waste of space. But slowly, he gives you more and more of who he is.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's learning to... calm the rage. He still wants to smash faces in most days but for you he's trying. It's always easier when your hand is in his, helping to keep the peace.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers the pair of earring you were looking at last month. He remembers all your favourite things and makes sure to keep up with everything you tell him.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

The second campaign you joined with D&D. Well the second you watched, sat on Eddies lap as continued as DM. You were so invested for him, and content for him to do his thing. They even got you a Hellfire Club top and Eddie got some sparkly black pompoms. You're his good luck charm.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You're peers don't understand how you're with such a 'Freak' and you constantly get shit for it. Eddie's the kind of guy to go guns blazing into a fist fight for you, but this time its different. As much as you'll tell him you don't miss your old friends, you cant help but feel hurt that you aren't invited to anything anymore. So Eddie marched over to the Jocks bench one day in the cafeteria and gave them what for. It didn't change much but you actually got asked to go shopping for prom with your old group. It was nice, even though its never the same.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Eddie smashes gifts. He's super thoughtful although a bit forgetful at times. Sometimes it takes a village, that village being Wheeler, Harrington, Buckley and Henderson or whoeve'rs around to help him pull more wonderous shit out of his ass. He just melts every time you get excited seeing a new gift, or the van set up for some overnight camp out stuff.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's crap at cooking, nearly exploded your kitchen trying to make pancakes. He's not the best at cleaning but you make a game of it when you can, and reward him with lots of naughtiness.

His worst habit is bad talking himself, thinking he's not good enough for you. You hate it, and you're constantly telling him off for it. Withheld sex for two weeks last time he did it. He seems to have learned his lesson.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Since being with you, he makes more of an effort to tame 'The Beast'. His hair is big and needs a lot of taming. He makes sure he's clean, aftershave on after he smokes as you're parents would seethe smelling it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

On days you aren't with him, he pines for you. He lonely, and doesn't know how he got through days without you. He makes sure to show you just how much he's missed you when you come back.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

How hard Eddie tries for you. He's really knuckling down to graduate, and he's got a part time job in a store. He wants to prove to you, and the world that he's good enough for you. You know it already but you let him do his thing, it keeps him happy.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He understands that sometimes you have to have a different persona, but it bothers him because its not the real you.

He's not into materialistic chicks, you have a lot of stuff and can sometimes act a bit of an airhead, sometimes you focus on the things rather than the moments. But he knows deep down youre happy with him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Star fishing. You learnt early on that Eddie Munson is a big personality in life and in sleep. He takes up all the space and is such a duvet hogger.

[stardancerluv]

I had no idea when I was sitting down to the new season of Stranger Things this would happen. My fangirl heart was instantly snatched away by Eddie Munson. (I had always adored Steve…but not even close to what Eddie did) I continue to gobble up, whatever I can watch with Joseph in it!

Sunday I met Joseph & Grace…this chance all all started Tuesday (Aug. 9th) I found out about Joseph attending Fan Expo Canada!

I didn’t think I’d be able to attend. I was already attending Fan Expo Boston…the weekend that would be in a few short days. Due to a very good friend, it all worked out.

I was only able to attend Sunday. 🥺😍 Though it gave me a wonderful opportunity…Grace was just as sweet as Chrissy…a real delight to chat with.

To say Joseph was busy this weekend…is an understatement. I don’t know when he actually had a break…🤪 This said, here two stories I can share!

Right before my photo op, I had learned from the little girl who was (with her family) and in front of me was two days away from her birthday! I encouraged her to tell Joseph! (and told her relative to certainly do it in case she got too nervous!) Well she did….he stopped everything and had everyone stop and sing a little girl Happy Birthday!!! And gave her the biggest hug!

I had two ops back to back…they said he’ll pick the poses and I said sure. As I walked up, I got even more flustered when he shot me one of his sweet smiles. He welcomed me very warmly. I gushed a bit and he was like come ere’ we did the one with arm around me and before I could say anything he was like…with another killer smile so we have a second one? I nodded dumbly and he’s like come over to this other side, luv and let’s do peace. I was like sure…so flustered so I totally looked dorky but he was great and thanked me! And I walked away a very a happy girl.

Later on, I got to meet him again for my auto. Once again, he was so incredibly sweet and thanked me for coming. I gave him a small present. (It was a postcard from Upstate NY …where I’m from) He thanked me and I told him I wrote a special message for him on it. He flipped it over and gave me a big ol smile, (I melted) 😍🥺 before he handed it to I believe his manager and said to him, I want to read that later. So he kept it close and didn’t put it with some other gifts. (By the time I was there he was getting ready for the panel) he couldn’t personalize…so he apologized profusely and signed as close to my friend’s name on their item and gave me an extra big signature on mine. I told him I understood (obviously!) i hope to meet him again one day so I can get one personalized!

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Honestly I live for the idea of Chrissy joining Hellfire with Eddie to just be herself. She would feel really shy at first and not willing to do much but watch but eventually Dustin ,Eddie and the gang would hype her up to actually join. Having some new found freedom she would make the biggest meanest ugliest half-orc barbarian she can just to spite her mom and everyone else that made her feel pressured into being perfect.

The party had just finished their opening session for the new campaign Chrissy had joined. She was fairly quiet the whole time only chiming in when she was addressed by the others or Eddie, but luckily she had landed the final blow on the bandit leader the party was tasked to defeat.

"Alright, you all have the bandits tied up in the village square ready to face their final judgment. Chrissy since you landed the final blow what would you say should happen to these loathsome criminals?" Eddie said dramatically gesturing around and at Chrissy.

Chrissy looked slightly panicked but with Dustin's subtle thumbs up and smile she stood and took a deep breath to get into character.

" These disgusting bandits should be strung up and ripped limb from limb, their entrails left out to fester. Leave their corpses as a message for all the other fools who dare to challenge the mighty Slathrot the Ripper!" Chrissy acted out just as dramatic as Eddie channeling all her anger towards her mother and Jason and everyone else who pressured her. She ended her speech panting and then tucking into herself embarrassed at her actions when she saw the stunned faces of the party. Eddie then smiled and ran over to her wrapping her up in a big hug.

"That was amazing! A perfect ending to a session!" Eddie said swinging her back and forth while Dustin and the others cheered adding their own in character additions to her speech.

For once in her life, Chrissy felt like she could be whoever she wanted. Even if it was messy and outlandish.

[matan4il]

I've been a silent fan of you and your metas/opinions/AO3 for quite some time (but with a different blog) and I just.. wanted you to know how happy and excited I get everytime your notifications pop up for me. Like, srsly.. after every 911 ep I keep updating my tumblr just waiting for you to show up. Everything you write is an absolute masterpiece!! Many Kudos to you!! And thank you for.. everything!! sz

Hi Lou! This is just absolutely so sweet, just know, I am giving you the biggest possible CUDDLES! And you like my fics on AO3 too? I am honestly bawling. I haven't had the possibility to write in a while, so I'm delighted to know that the fics I have completed and shared still matter to people. THANK YOU! You're honestly too kind, but I'm so very grateful for this kindness, I wish I could do something to make you as happy as you did me! I hope that I can continue to share things you enjoy! Sending tons of love your way! xoxox

And I hope it's okay to add this equally lovely ask here -

heyy :) just wanted to thank you for your weekly buddie meta on the new episodes! since my country has only released the first 3 episodes of season 5 (episode 4 will be released tomorrow) i am way behind lol but i don't care for spoilers (the first scene of 9-1-1 i ever watched was eddie getting shot xD which lead to me spending around 10 months thinking the dude had actually died and because of this refusing to get into the show, imagine my surprise when i found out he had survived) anyhow, your meta is to me basically a short little summary of all the most important stuff that happened in the episode, so thanks for that! besides that i also get some quality meta of course which is also very much appreciated <3

Awwwww, hi lovely Nonnie! I am SO happy that I can help you! *HUGS BIG* I don't know if you might be interested in watching the eps online? I know it can be nerve-wrecking to wait that long for new ones. And I'm so happy my posts can offer both a kind of summary, at least for the Buddie content, as well as offer some insight. It's just so kind of you to let me know that what I do helps you, and I am sending lots of love your way! xoxox

I hope you both know such lovely feedback and support makes a difference, every single message I get is one that I treasure and hold close to my heart. It’s the reason I came back to do the s5 meta and am continuing it every week, so know that your words matter! <3333

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[221bsunsettowers]

Buck/Eddie AU: Good News on My TV Screen

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Buck/Eddie

AU: Buck is a news reporter, Eddie is a firefighter, and they meet at the scene of an accident. 

CW: mentions of a gun and a gunshot, multiple car accidents, Buck’s parents being terrible parents

That night, after Christopher was in bed, Eddie grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. He found himself checking his watch, then flipping through channels until he found the call sign matching the one he had seen on the side of the camera that morning.

And there he was, the reporter from the accident. He was standing by the side of the road, a broken off bumper, shattered glass, punctured tires all littering the scene behind him, but not a single injured person or smashed car. "Our thoughts tonight are with all those affected by this tragedy, and with the brave first responders who help without hesitation," the man was saying. "I'm Evan Buckley, with Skywitness News 8. Back to you, Taylor."

Evan Buckley. Now Eddie had a name to match the face. And confirmation that the face was just as attractive as he remembered.

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The car crash was absolutely horrendous, which of course meant all the news crews were out, cameras pointed directly in close up on the most heartbreaking, bloody scenes they could find.

And there were plenty to find.

"Assholes," Eddie muttered under his breath, as he and Hen worked to free a sobbing woman who had been pinned between the greviously injured driver and the passenger side door when one of the cars had spun out of control and smashed right into them. The woman finally extricated, they carefully moved her onto a stretcher, two paramedics quickly rushing her into an ambulance. The situation was finally as under control as it was going to be, when from the corner of his eye Eddie saw a camera swing right towards them.

"Hey, no, not cool," someone suddenly said, and Eddie looked up to see a reporter step in front of the camera with his arms out to his sides, effectively blocking the camera's view of the injured woman.

"The network-" the cameraman began, but the reporter shook his head, standing his ground.

"The network brought me here for a reason, and it wasn't to profit off anyone else's pain," Eddie heard the reporter say firmly, and the cameraman walked off with a grumble, camera pointed at the ground.

And then the reporter turned to them, and all Eddie could think was oh god, eyes, hair, birthmark, arms, muscles, and he would have missed entirely what was being said to them if it wasn't for Hen sharply nudging him with her elbow.

"I'm really sorry about that," the reporter said. "I know how busy you are, but I wanted to make sure I said that. Thank you for all you do."

And as he hurried away towards where his cameraman was now, Eddie tried very hard not to let his gaze follow, but Hen's snort of laughter clearly indicated he had failed miserably.

"Don't make me report you to HR," she teased, smirking at Eddie, who managed to take his eyes off the reporter long enough to roll them epically at Hen.

That night, after Christopher was in bed, Eddie grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. He found himself checking his watch, then flipping through channels until he found the call sign matching the one he had seen on the side of the camera that morning.

And there he was, the reporter from the accident. He was standing by the side of the road, a broken off bumper, shattered glass, punctured tires all littering the scene behind him, but not a single injured person or smashed car. "Our thoughts tonight are with all those affected by this tragedy, and with the brave first responders who help without hesitation," the man was saying. "I'm Evan Buckley, with Skywitness News 8. Back to you, Taylor."

Evan Buckley. Now Eddie had a name to match the face. And confirmation that the face was just as attractive as he remembered.

Eddie hurried into the gym at Christopher's school, still in his uniform. Glancing quickly around, he spotted Christopher in front of a table, his science fair project displayed right behind him. "Daddy!" Christopher exclaimed in delight, as Eddie scooped him into his arms for a tight hug. "You made it!"

"I promised you I would," Eddie answered with a smile, running his fingers through Christopher's curls as he set him back down.

"So this is your dad," a warm voice sounded from nearby, and Eddie turned to come face to face with Evan Buckley himself. "Oh, hi!" The reporter ran his free hand over his hair, smoothing down his own curls, balancing a microphone in the other hand. "I hope it's okay, I was talking to Christopher here about his science project. I want to start a segment highlighting great things schools are doing in the area. Of course, I'd get you to sign off first before I used any footage, I promise."

"Dad, Buck is so cool!" Christopher exclaimed, tugging on his dad's hand. "He knows all about volcanoes! He was telling me the biggest volcano ever is on Mars!"

"That is very cool," Eddie chuckled, reaching a hand out. "I'm Eddie Diaz, and you've already met Christopher. Heads up, you're his new favorite person now."

"Evan Buckley, but my friends call me Buck," Buck said, shaking Eddie's hand, "and I don't know about that."  Buck's cheeks were now tinted red, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. "He was talking about you and how much you helped him with his project."

"Chris always says I can't cook, but at least I can mix baking soda and vinegar," Eddie chuckled, and Christopher grinned, leaning closer to Buck.

"He burns everything, and he's a firefighter!" Christopher whispered with a mischevious smile, and Buck burst out laughing, Eddie's cheeks now quickly turning red. A classmate approaching caught Christopher's attention, and he quickly turned, eagerly picking up the vinegar bottle for a demonstration.

"I love kids, and you have got one great kid," Buck said, giving Eddie a wide smile, before suddenly clapping his hands together in excitement. "Oh, hey, we have a program at the station, kids can come in and do the weather report, do you think Christopher would be interested in that?"

"He would love that, that would be amazing," Eddie said, grinning as Christopher, who had been listening, came barrelling over and threw his arms around Buck's legs in a tight hug.

"Thanks Bucky!" Christopher exclaimed. Buck knelt down as Christopher immediately moved to throw his arms around Buck's shoulders, Buck hugging back tightly with a look Eddie would swear was a combination of disbelief and wonder. He needs more hugs Eddie couldn't help but think, his blush darkening at the unexpected idea.

"Here, let me give you my phone number," Buck said as Christopher noticed his project was attracting visitors and hurried back. "So we can schedule getting Superman here on to do the weather," he added quickly, flushing as he reached out his hand.

"No, right, of course," Eddie nodded, passing his phone to Buck, who quickly typed his number in. Eddie immediately sent a text to the number

Hi, it's Eddie.

and immediately followed that by mentally slapped his forehead in exasperation that that was the best he could come up with.

"Got it saved," Buck promised, flashing Eddie a grin as Eddie's phone dinged, revealing the message

Hi, it's Buck. ;)

Buck texted Eddie first, to suggest some possible dates and times that wouldn't interfere with Chris' school schedule.

Eddie texted back to confirm.

After, Eddie sat on the couch, staring down at his phone, fingers hovering, but before he could psych himself up to text something else, anything else, Buck had texted the title of a book about volcanos he thought Chris might like.

Chris immediately begged to go to the library, and when they got back to the house, Eddie texted Buck a photo of a stack of ten books about volcanos, Mars, and the weather with the message

He now wants to be a weatherman astronaut volcano scientist.

What, not a news reporter? My heart is breaking. :(  ;)

Eddie snorted, before quickly typing back

Just give him time. He's already decided you're the coolest person he's ever met.

Do you think I'm the coolest person you've ever met too? Just need to know if I need to work harder to win over both Diaz boys.

Eddie paused, taking a deep breath before responding

Maybe I just need some more time too. And you can only be second coolest. Christopher is always first place.

Seems fair to me. And I like the idea of more time.

When Christopher and Eddie arrived at the TV station, Buck was waiting for them right at the entrance, grinning as they approached, already crouching down to meet Christopher for a hug. When Buck stood up again, now with Christopher on his back for a piggyback ride, he reached a hand out to Eddie, who grasped it tightly, pulling Buck in for a one-armed hug. Eddie would swear he felt Buck melt into the hug, but just as quickly Buck was pulling back, hurrying towards the stairs with a giggling Christopher on his back.

"Let's go, old man!" Buck called back over his shoulder, and Eddie rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smile as he hustled after them.

"Buck, I'm barely older than you!" Eddie called out at Buck's back, and as Buck reached a landing, he turned his head just enough to meet Eddie's gaze.

"Semantics, Eds," Buck called back with a wink.

After Christopher had completed his weather report-and charmed every person Buck introduced him to-Eddie swept him up into a hug, kissing the top of his head. "I'm so proud of you," Eddie declared with a grin, unable to stop smiling at how happy Christopher clearly was. "I think this calls for ice cream!"

"Yay!" Christopher exclaimed, before turning to Buck. "You're coming too, right Bucky?" Buck opened his mouth, then closed it again, looking so uncertainly at Eddie that Eddie couldn't wait another second before responding.

"Of course Buck is coming," Eddie answered, bumping his shoulder lightly againt Buck's and Buck grinned, staying close to Eddie's side as they headed towards the stairs.

"Did you grow up here?" Buck asked Eddie as they stood by Christopher, who was taste testing every ice cream flavor to make sure he picked the right combination.

"No, Texas," Eddie answered, running a hand over Christopher's curls. "I was in the Army, and-" He broke off, looking at his son to make sure Christopher was adequately distracted before continuing. "Christopher's mother and I didn't work out, she left, and my parents thought they should raise him instead of me, so he and I came out here for a fresh start." Eddie laughed self-consciously, running his fingers through his hair. "That's the short version."

"Well, if you ever want to tell the long version, I'm available," Buck said with a gentle smile, nudging Eddie's shoulder with his own. "And Eds, you are an amazing father." Before Eddie could even form a word, Buck reached out, lightly poking Eddie in the chest. "Don't try to pretend you don't have dad guilt, you were practically shouting it in between your words just a second ago. So listen to me. You are an amazing dad. I wish mine had been even a tenth as good as you are."

"Thanks, Buck," Eddie blushed, dipping his head down. Buck lay two fingers under Eddie's chin and lifted gently, until Eddie was staring into his eyes.

"It's the truth," Buck promised, and Eddie felt himself leaning into Buck's touch, keeping their gazes locked.

"Dad, I'm all done!" Christopher suddenly called, and the men jolted apart in surprise, Eddie turning quickly to meet Christopher's highly pleased grin as he held up his bowl with three scoops of ice cream.

"I see how it is, taking advantage when I'm distracted," Eddie laughed, before turning back to Buck. "Go ahead and order, Buck. This one's on me."

"Buying my affection with ice cream always works," Buck teased, as he excitedly pointed at the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

"Somehow I figured that might be the case," Eddie bantered back, "but just in case, Christopher always guarantees a win."

"Little man is the world's best wingman, huh?" Buck grinned, grabbing a plastic spoon and stepping to the side to let Eddie in to order.

"I don't know, is it working?" Eddie shot back with a grin, chuckling as Buck sputtered his first bite of ice cream onto his sleeve, quickly reaching for a nearby stack of paper napkins. After picking out his ice cream and paying, Eddie headed over to the booth Buck and Christopher were currently occupying.

"Dad, did you know Buck's seen an actual volcano?" Christopher exclaimed excitedly, ice cream already all over his cheeks.

"He's been to Mars?" Eddie asked teasingly, and Chris laughed loudly as he shook his head.

"I traveled a lot before I got here, working for different news stations," Buck explained. "I lived in Peru for a while, which is where I saw the volcanos."

"And now you're here!" Christopher cheered, both Buck and Eddie grinning back at him.

"And now I'm here," Buck responded. "My sister Maddie actually lives here, so when Skywitness News 8 called, it seemed like the perfect opportunity."

"I think you made the right call," Eddie said with a soft smile, and Buck matched his smile with one of his own.

"I think so too."

"He's so cute!" Hen exclaimed as Eddie showed her and Chimney pictures of Christopher's morning at the news station.

"Which one?" Chimney teased, as Eddie swiped to the next photo. This one was of Buck and Christopher, giant scoops of ice cream in front of them, both of them laughing. Blushing, Eddie quickly exited out of his photos, laying his phone face down next to him.

"Isn't that that new reporter?" Hen asked, teasingly poking Eddie's reddened cheek. "Evan Buckley?"

"Buck," Eddie mumbled, not meeting her eyes. "He likes to be called Buck."

"I bet he does," Chimney snickered, earning himself an elbow to the side from Eddie. "Oof! I'm just saying, that looks like you invited him on a family date. A very happy one."

"Buck's the one who set up Christopher doing the weather report," Eddie insisted, cheeks now redder. "Christopher wanted to thank him, so he came to get ice cream with us."

"I'm sure Christopher was the only one who wanted Buck there," Hen teased, and Eddie groaned, burying his face in his hands. Any hope Eddie had of them moving on to something, anything, else ended the second his phone sounded out "Breaking news!". Hen stared him down, eyebrows raised, until Eddie threw up his hands in defeat.

"Buck thought it was funny to set that for his ring and text tone," Eddie admitted, quickly snatching his phone up and moving towards the kitchen. Watching him read the text, eyes alight, face stretched into a broad smile as he typed back, Chimney and Hen chuckled fondly.

Hey, so I just finished a story near your fire station, and I remember you said you had a long shift. Want me to drop by with some coffee?

Yes please. We've already rescued two cats from trees and one person trying to rescue their cat who got stuck in the tree too. Add in a kitchen fire and a terrible attempt at homemade fireworks and I am desperate for caffeine.

Are you using me for my coffee grabbing skills, Eddie? I'm more than just a beautiful pair of hands you know.

True, you're also a pain in the ass. ;)

See if I bring you your double expresso with one cream and caramel syrup now that you've so gravely insulted me.

I have a thank you card Christopher made you in my locker.

Well, in that case, I'll be there as soon as I can.

"Somebody has a crush," Chimney whistled, chuckling as he stretched back out on the couch, kicking his feet up on the table, Hen laughing as she grabbed the video game controller.

"Shut up, Chim," Eddie shot back, but he knew there wasn't any real heat behind it. He was too busy running his fingers through his hair and smoothing out his uniform to pay attention to the snickers of his friends.

The minute he heard Buck's voice calling out "Eddie?" from the entrance to the fire station Eddie was hurrying down the stairs to meet him.

"Hey Buck," Eddie said with a grin, immediately pulling Buck in for a hug. Eddie was immensely pleased to notice Buck had already put the coffee carrier down in anticipation, and hugged Eddie back as tightly as Eddie was hugging him. Now carefully balancing the coffee carrier in one hand, Eddie slung his free arm around Buck's shoulders, tugging him towards the stairs. "Come meet everyone, but be warned, they think they're hilarious."

"We are hilarious!" Chimney protested, sticking his hand out to shake Buck's. "Welcome to the 118. I'm Chimney."

"Thanks," Buck smiled, shaking Chim's hand before leaning into Eddie's side, pointing to the coffees. "I wasn't sure what everyone else here drank, so I got a bunch of black coffees and some creamers and sugar packets."

"You are absolutely my new hero," Hen promised gleefully, snatching one of the coffees and cradling it between her hands. "Thank you for this. I'm Hen." Buck shook Hen's hand just as Eddie slapped Chimney's hand away from the nearest coffee.

"That one's mine," Eddie asserted, quickly grabbing the large cup with old man scrawled across the side. Rolling his eyes at Buck, Eddie let out a loud laugh, shaking his head.

"Semantics, Eds," Buck teased, grabbing the coffee that had been next to Eddie's. As Eddie met Buck's eyes, he could swear something was off. Buck's eyes were dimmer, his smile smaller, and Eddie immediately grabbed his hand, gently tugging him towards the locker room.

"Hey, let's go get that card Christopher made you," Eddie said, feeling Buck tighten his fingers around Eddie's. Neither man spoke until they reached the locker room, Eddie sitting down on a bench and pulling Buck down with him. "What's going on, Buck? Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry," Buck mumbled, staring down at the floor. "I know you're busy, I shouldn't have-I just..."

"Hey, Buck, you don't need to apologize," Eddie assured him, squeezing his head reassuringly, dipping his head to meet Buck's gaze. "Whatever's going on, I'm here."

"I called my parents," Buck choked out, tears filling his eyes. "I thought they might actually have been proud of me for once for getting this great job, but all they had to say was that they were waiting for me to come to my senses and move back to Hershey to work for the family business, not that I would be much good there but at least I could do some desk work."

"Buck..." Eddie breathed out, and wrapped his arms around the trembling man next to him, guiding Buck into a tight hug. Buck buried his face in Eddie's neck, clutching at Eddie's shirt, and Eddie pulled him in as closely as possible, rubbing his hands in comforting circles up and down Buck's back. "Listen to me. Your parents are idiots." Buck chuckled wetly. "You are amazing, and its their loss if they choose not to experience that. And you are never allowed to move back to Hershey, by the way. I think Chris would insist we pack right up and move with you."

"Chris would, huh?" Buck whispered into Eddie's skin. Eddie moved his head just enough to press a soft kiss to the top of Buck's head, feeling Buck lean into the touch.

"More than just Chris," Eddie admitted, resting his chin in Buck's curls. "Why don't you come over tonight? Chris and I are going to order pizza, watch a movie. It's his pick so I'm sure it will be something animated with talking animals." Buck chuckled, pulling back just enough to run his hands over his face.

"There's nothing I'd rather do," Buck said earnestly, wiping the remenants of tears from under his eyes. "But the studio has me covering some event tonight, and I'm not sure how late I'll be."

"The invitation's good for any time, okay?" Eddie reached his hand out, lightly whisking away the last of the tears, leaving his fingers there to cup Buck's cheek. "This isn't a one-time only offer."

"I'm really glad to hear that," Buck answered softly, a shy smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "I'm not a one-time only kind of guy." Before Eddie could respond, the alarm sounded, ringing loudly through the station.

"Shit," Eddie cursed, rising from the bench. "I'm so sorry Buck, I have to go." Reaching quickly into his locker, he pulled out the hand drawn card and handed it to Buck. "Christopher drawings always help anyone feel better."

"Go save the day," Buck assured him, leaning in to lightly kiss his cheek before taking the card and holding it carefully against his chest. "I have to head out in a minute anyway, the event starts really soon. Thank Chris for the card for me, and text me to let me know you get back safe."

"I will," Eddie promised, before turning and sprinting up the stairs.

The 118 pulled up to absolute chaos. Clearly people had been setting up some sort of outdoor film screening, because reels and projectors were scattered everywhere, mixed with shattered glass and the smell of burning rubber. A car had somehow plowed its way through the sawhorses and into one of the white tents. There were people on the ground with bumps and bruises, and some were bleeding badly enough to need immediate medical attention.

Eddie joined with the others in making their way through the crowd, performing quick assessments, bandaging and triaging, transferring people to the incoming ambulances. The situation seemed to be under control, a fact Eddie was especially grateful for as he saw the Skywitness News 8 van pull up nearby, and Buck alight.

And then everything went to hell in seconds. The driver of the car that had plowed through the festival, the one the police were currently questioning as they brought out a breathalyzer, suddenly took off running back to his car. Immediately recognizing there was no possibility his vehicle was drivable, he reached under the driver's seat and pulled out a gun, drunkenly gesturing with it towards the cop cars.

Then the man stumbled, and the gun swung with his body, a loud shot sounding as the weapon swept by the news van. All Eddie could see was Buck dropping to the ground, and he took off running, heart pounding as he sprinted towards where he had seen Buck fall. He didn't even register Athena tackling the man to the ground as he ran past, didn't even realize tears were flooding his eyes as he finally made it to Buck.

Buck, who was already sitting up, settling onto his knees as he looked around in shock. Eddie slid down next to him, frantically running his hands up and down Buck's head, neck, torso, limbs, over and over until Buck grabbed his fingers in his own, holding them close to his chest.

"Eddie, I'm okay, I promise," Buck breathed out, "I hit the deck as soon as I saw the gun come swinging around. Are you okay? Did you-"

Eddie didn't mean to interrupt Buck, he really didn't, but he couldn't help himself. Cradling Buck's head between his hands, he pulled him in for a deep kiss, Eddie sighing in relief as he slipped his tongue between Buck's lips, registering every miniscule movement as a promise that Buck was alive and well and here in his arms. Buck pressed their bodies together, chest to chest, deepening the kiss, lightly nipping at Eddie's bottom lip.

"Amazing," Buck panted as they pulled back for air, all red swollen lips and mussed hair, Eddie pressing a kiss into the divot behind Buck's ear. "God, Eddie, you-that-amazing. Amazing."

"Are you always this eloquent?" Eddie teased, pulling a shiver from Buck as he lightly scratched his teeth over the lobe of Buck's ear. "Being a reporter and all, I mean."

"Shut up," Buck chuckled fondly, before launching himself at Eddie again, Eddie's tight embrace holding them up as Buck pressed their lips together again.

"Now this guy wants a burger and fries?" Hen groaned, leaning back against the fire truck as a wannabe robber paced back and forth across the house's roof. "It's such a short jump to the ground, he could just hop off."

"It's not like he's going to get away," Chimney sighed, tipping his head back. "There are cops everywhere. He's given them plenty of time to get here and swarm the entire neighborhood."

"I come bearing gifts," a familar voice sounded out from behind the truck, as Buck strolled into view, holding a coffee carrier and a bag of pastries.

"Hey, baby," Eddie said gleefully, his face lighting up as he moved quickly towards Buck, leaning in for a kiss. Buck grinned, dropping the pastry bag onto the ground to wrap his arm around Eddie's waist and pull him closer.

"Can you two not make out over our poor coffee?" Chim complained teasingly, taking the carrier from Buck as Hen grabbed the paper bag of pastries from the ground. "Didn't you just see each other this morning?"

"My shift started a whole hour before Buck was due at the news station," Eddie answered mournfully, ignoring Chim's scoffing as Buck twined his now-free hands around Eddie's neck to pull him into another kiss.

"I should have had them write something mean on your vanilla latte, Chim," Buck bantered back, leaning back into Eddie's chest as he shot a teasing glare Chim's way.

"Thanks for the coffee and food Buck!" Hen said pointedly, and Chim laughed, patting Buck's shoulder as he passed.

"Really, thanks Buck," Chim said sincerely, before a smirk slid across his face. "And thanks for turning Eddie into a lovestruck puppy every time a news van pulls up. He sees that Skywitness News 8 logo and he's actually  pleasant to be around."

Eddie shook his head at Chimney, rolling his eyes good-naturedly before turning his gaze back to Buck. "You're coming over after work, right? Chris wants to start on his new Lego castle with you."

"Wouldn't miss it," Buck assured him with a grin, and Eddie tugged him against his chest, arms wrapped around Buck from behind as they stared together at the roof. "Though at the rate this is going, Chris might have graduated from college before we make it home. Ooo, wait, he got delivery? I better grab my cameraman, finally some sort of development!"

"And I better help get the life net set up for when he inevitably falls," Eddie sighed. Buck turned in Eddie's arms and grabbed him by the belt, reeling him in for another kiss before stepping towards the truck.

"See you soon, sweetheart," Buck called back, winking as he blew Eddie a kiss before hurrying to the news van.

"Lovestruck puppy," Chim called out as he passed, but Eddie was too busy smiling to even notice.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

[created by: mizzshears]

What's the second word on the last text message you received? I don’t feel like checking.

Can you count to 20 in another language? Yeah, in Spanish.

Do you know anyone with a missing toe or finger? I don’t think so.

Where's the last place you took a bus to? The hotel we stayed at last year during our Disneyland trip had a shuttle bus that we took to Disneyland and back.

What was the main character called in the last film you watched? Eddie Brock.

Do you prefer rap or punk music? I like both.

If you had to color the world in one color which one would you pick? A pastel color.

What would you name your pet snake if you had one? I wouldn’t have a pet snake.

Do you like peanuts? Yeah.

What's the tastiest thing you've ever tasted? Hard to choose just one thing.

Do you have more dreams or nightmares? More dreams. Really random and weird dreams.

Who was the last person you hugged? My aunt.

Is there anyone you're desperate to meet? who? No.

Would you like to scratch somewhere on your body? where? I didn’t need to but I probably will now since you mentioned it.

Do you have a favorite piece of jewelry if so what? No, not just one particular piece.

Which store would you go to, to buy a pair of jeans? Probably JCP.

Pick three colors. Rose gold, mint green, and coral.

what's the nearest item you can see the same color as your 1st choice? My throw blanket.

Name a clothing item you have of your second color choice A sweatshirt.

Have you ever had any of your walls painted in the third color? which wall? No.

You turn your iPod/mp3/phone on what is the first song you listen to? I’d hit shuffle.

If you could only have one TV channel which one would you choose? That’s a tough one. 

Your internet dies for a month, you can only access three websites...which ones do you choose? YouTube, Tumblr and Facebook.

Do you/have you taken photos of your pets? I have numerous photos of my doggo.

Do you have any fancy dress costumes? If so which ones? Nope.

Heels or flats? Flats.

Pop bottles or pop cans? Coke in a glass bottle is the best.

Do you use bags for life? We have re-usable bags, yes.

Have you ever gambled? What was your biggest loss/win? I’ve only played a few slot machines and didn’t win much, but I didn’t lose much either. Not really my thing.

[hearteyesemergency]

The Day In Which Buck Receives Nothing But Pictures From The Diaz Boy’s

Request: I know the prompt 153 ("stop sending me weird pictures") means something else. But I couldn't help but think Chris stole Eddie's phone and it's sending Buck all types of weird pictures. Maybe ones that were already on his phone, maybe his taking new pics himself. Eddie doesn't know, and thinks he lost his phone or something. Buck doesn't know either and this is actually Eddie who sends him the pics.

A/N: When I tell you I damn near screamed at Chris texting Buck from Eddie’s phone without his knowledge... this was the best request ever, thank you so much! I really hope you enjoy this. It didn’t get long enough when I just did Chris sending photos, so I added a little segment at the end of Eddie sending photos too, a little nsfw. And also a few point of view changes in this one as well.

Summary: Eddie thinks he’s lost his phone, Buck has been receiving really weird photo’s from him all day. Something doesn’t add up, and there’s one cheeky little human to blame for it. Later, Buck decides he’s going to send his own interesting photo’s to Eddie, and Eddie might just send them back.

Warnings: Mild sexual themes.

Buck pulled his arm out of the warmth of his covers, and reached over to where his phone had buzzed three times against the side table. He groaned as the cool air hit his bare skin, and quickly retracted it, phone in tow.

He frowned when the screen lit up again. A little picture box was joined to the text notification, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. He took notice of the contact being Eddie before he unlocked the phone and took a closer look.

The first picture was of a seatbelt, the next a blurry picture out of a car window, another almost too blurry to make out, but Buck was sure it was of shoes. He figured maybe Eddie hadn’t noticed his phone was unlocked, and he had accidentally texted him a few times.

When no more notifications came through, he figured Eddie had realised and locked his phone, and Buck decided to try his best and go back to sleep. He still had a couple of hours before Maddie’s check up that he insisted on accompanying her to. Buck hadn’t slept much since he‘d been back at work, so he thought he best take this opportunity to catch up.

A few hours went by before Buck got another text message. This picture was of a rack full of school bags, and the man frowned. It was unlike Eddie to have his phone out on a job, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. All Buck could think was god he hoped that no children were in danger wherever Eddie was. The worst jobs were always the ones with kids.

The next message he received a half hour later while in a consult with Maddie, and he couldn’t help but smile. A hand printed in paint on a piece of paper, drawn around like a flower. Buck wasn’t too sure what game Eddie was playing with him today, but he had to admit, he kind of liked it. In a way, it made Buck feel like he was right there with him. And if there was anything in the world Buck hated, it was being away from work, and being away from Eddie.

As the day went on, Buck got more and more photo’s. One of a sandwich, one of a middle aged woman he’d never met before. There was a play ground, a library, a basketball court. He decided not to ask his best friend about it now, he’d call him when Eddie’s shift would be over, in the meantime, he thought he’d send him a teasing text.

He hoped Eddie would read the lightheartedness, but just to be sure, he added an emoji.

‘Stop sending me weird pictures 😏’

~

Eddie had damn near turned his locker upside down looking for his phone. He knew he had taken it in the car with them this morning when he left home, but he hadn’t been able to find it since.

Maybe he had left it at his Abuela’s, he thought, but it was so unlike him to go anywhere without it. What if Chris needed him? Eddie pushed the thought that brought panic with it down, and slammed his locker closed. Maybe one of the other 118 firefighters had accidentally picked it up.

He ascended the stairs up to the dining area three at a time. His hands had started to sweat a little, and he was panicky. He certainly couldn’t afford a new phone, and he couldn’t go without one in case his son needed him. He had to find it.

“Has anyone seen my phone anywhere?”

“No, why?” Hen asked,

“Did you lose it?” Cap assumed,

“I can’t find it anywhere, maybe it’s under the seat of my truck-“

Eddie was cut off by the sound of the alarm, and forgot about his cell completely as he and the team raced to put on their gear. He’d have to check underneath the seats later.

By the evening, Eddie still couldn’t find where his phone had gone. When he had picked up Chris, all safe and sound, he tried to retrace all of their morning steps, but with no luck. He didn’t want to be lectured, so he had tried to do so as subtly as possible.

He hoped that Buck would be home, and that he was okay with visitors, because they were coming over whether he liked it or not. Chris needed some Buck time today, and honestly, so did Eddie. Eddie made a mental note to memorise Buck’s number later, in case there was ever a next time. In the meantime, he hoped Buck would have an old phone he could borrow.

The smile on Buck’s face when he opened the door to them put Eddie a little at ease. Chris flew right into his arms, and Eddie may as well have done the same right afterward. Buck seemed a little taken back, though hugged Eddie anyway, comfort still breaking through the confusion. Buck was warm, and Eddie really didn’t want to let go.

~

“Hey, guys! Wasn’t expecting you,”

“Sorry,” Eddie apologised as he pulled out of Buck’s arms, “just thought it’d be nice to spend some time with our Buck,”

“Always... Did you not go to work today?” Buck asked,

“Of course I did. Why?”

“You were sending me pictures all day,”

“No, I wasn’t, I can’t even find my phone- Wait, pictures of what? What if someone stole it?”

Eddie was back in the man’s personal space as Buck fished his phone out, and scrolled right back up to the first photo before he let Eddie have a close look. He scrolled quickly, and then slowly, before he paused, head shot in the direction of his son.

“Chris, did you take my phone today?”

“Yeah,”

“Why?” Eddie demanded, “I’ve been looking for it all day, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh, sorry, Dad. I didn’t know,”

“Wait, then why were you sending me pictures all day?” Buck wondered, as they made their way over to Chris,

“You said one day you wanted to take me to school, but you never had time because you were always at work with Dad. So I thought I would show you.”

Buck’s heart melted out on the floor beneath him. This kid had the biggest heart in the world. Though Eddie had started to lightly scold Christopher again, telling him that next time he should just let Eddie know that’s what he’s doing, Buck pulled him into a tight hug.

He heard Eddie sigh behind them, and knew that he had let all his anger go surrounding the situation. Buck hugged the little boy a little tighter before he picked him up, and sandwiched him between himself and Eddie. Chris laughed, and Eddie hugged back, trapping his son between their bodies.

The rest of the night went by much like that. Lots of laughing, nonstop smiles, piled together on the couch with video games and funny YouTube videos. Buck was on cloud nine, these were the nights that he lived for, and he hated the late hours when he had to say goodbye.

Buck’s phone buzzed a few minutes after the Diaz boys left, and he smiled when he noticed a text from Eddie’s number. He opened it to find a selfie the two boys had just taken pulling crazy faces. He laughed, and before he had really thought about his words, sent back a text.

‘I love it. Awesome selfie, miss you guys already. Drive safe, I love you’

With the little woosh sound of a sent text message, Buck’s stomach sank. Fuck, not only had he just used the word love in the context of Chis and Eddie, but he’d done so twice. He hoped Eddie wouldn’t notice, or if he did, that he wouldn’t bring it up.

He panicked for a few minutes before his phone buzzed again. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then unlocked it with only one eye open. He was met with another selfie, this one darker than the other. It looked like Eddie was stopped at a red light, both boys eyes toward the camera, blowing Buck a kiss.

He chuckled, and the tension melted out of his shoulders.

‘We love you too, Buck’

He may have hugged his phone to his chest after that and smiled like an idiot for an hour, but if you asked him, he’d deny it.

~

Eddie put Chris right to bed when they arrived home, and promised that he would ask Bobby if he and Buck could have a morning off to take Buck and show him around Chris’ school. Probably not the best thing to promise an over-excitable kid right before bedtime, but Eddie got through it, and eventually managed to relax him into unconsciousness.

He couldn’t help but look back on the day now and laugh. It wasn’t funny at the time, but honestly his son had a heart of gold- Eddie wondered where he got it from, it was far too big for one person. All Eddie wanted to do was protect him, and he was so grateful that Buck had taken Christopher’s attachment to him so well and seriously.

At the thought of Buck, he retrieved his phone off the kitchen bench, and thought for five minutes before he even had the start of a text message to Buck. He typed and backspaced nearly thirty times before he just left it at ‘hey.’

He was nervous as he waited for a reply. He wasn’t sure why, probably because he had absolutely no reason to speak to Buck, yet here he was, fishing for a conversation.

‘Buck: Hey... No weird photo’s this time? 😉’

‘None. Promise’

‘Buck: Too bad’

Eddie’s stomach did a flip. What did that mean? What was he supposed to send to Buck, was there some kind of game between them now that he had missed? He twiddled his thumbs above the screen as he thought, did he have a photo he could send? What did Buck expect?

Eddie was drawn out of his brain when a photo popped up on his screen, and he enlarged it instantly. It was of Buck, a selfie, he was half sprawled across the couch, shirt pulled half way up, abs on full display. He had pulled a face, but Eddie wasn’t focused on that in the least.

This was a very specific photo. He could’ve just sent a stupid face, a remake of a photo Eddie and Chris sent earlier, but no. Buck had gone to the effort of getting half his body in the shot, and it wasn’t a coincidence.

Eddie wasn’t sure how he was supposed to reply, with another photo he assumed, but what if they weren’t thinking on the same wavelength. What if he took Buck’s selfie way out of context?

After a few minutes of contemplation, Eddie decided to just go for it, and take a shirtless photo in the bathroom mirror. At least if he’s read the situation wrong, he could brush it off as a joke, like he was just proving his abs were better than Buck’s- and they definitely were.

He stripped his shirt off as he made his way into the bathroom. He focused way too hard on the pose and the lighting, but eventually he forced himself to hit send before he obsessed over it any longer. It was Buck, not a model recruitment agency.

Eddie threw his phone across the bed as he kicked out of his jeans and tossed them aside with his shirt. He stretched, trying to dissolve some of the tension he felt in his shoulders. He couldn’t check his messages fast enough when his phone buzzed, near tripping over his own feet as he searched for it.

He opened the text up and flushed red. Buck was shirtless now too, off the couch and in bed, his sweatpants far too low on his hips, showing off enough skin to make Eddie’s cheeks burn. If they were any lower Eddie would’ve seen his- the thought sent a shiver through him. Now he had to find a way to one up Buck.

He wasn’t sure he was ready to go all in with this, but he didn’t have anywhere else to go photo-wise before he wasn’t wearing any clothing at all. Eddie settled in the end on a video, from collarbones to the waist band on his jocks, sat slightly higher than Buck’s had been. He really tried to catch the definition of his muscles in the low light. He had noticed Buck seemed to be very intrigued by those when they worked out.

Eddie had gotten far more into whatever this was than he had expected. He found himself waiting uncomfortably for whatever Buck would send next. When his Snapchat notification came through instead of a text, Eddie was pretty sure what he was about to be met with. Yet still, when he opened the video he felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs, and a pit of fire started in his stomach.

~

Buck didn’t know how to start a conversation with Eddie as they stood in the kitchen area together. After last night, he wasn’t sure what they were, or how into it Eddie was. The only thing he was really sure of was that Horny Buck didn’t deserve rights. He put present Buck in a very uncomfortable position, and he wasn’t good with awkward.

“So... we should maybe talk about last night,” Buck suggested,

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, “yeah, I guess we should,”

“It was nice, right?”

“Not sure they’re the words I’d use,” Eddie admitted,

“What words would you use?”

Eddie blushed.

Buck wasn’t sure if that settled the panic in his stomach, or set it off. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up, maybe it was just a one time thing for Eddie. Just a spur of the moment, go along with the game Buck started because he didn’t want to be rude, thing.

“We didn’t really think about the consequences of this last night, did we?”

Buck shook his head, “no, we didn’t,”

“Yet now that’s all I can think about... well... not all, but...”

Buck finally looked to Eddie at his side. Did that mean? No, maybe, who knew anymore, he just needed Eddie to say something.

“Alright then I’ll talk, but if this gets weird, it’s all on you,” Eddie pointed an accusatory finger at Buck, “what we did last night... I really liked it,”

Buck let go of the breath he’d held, and slipped into a smile, “yeah... yeah, me too,”

“And I wouldn’t be mad if it happened again,” Eddie admitted,

“Me either... or you know, like... in person,” Buck toed at the ground.

The air between them was silent for a moment, and then he felt Eddie take a step closer, hip pressed to hip. Buck dared a look up, and was instantly met with Eddie’s eyes on his. The air was thick between them now, and Buck wasn’t too sure what to do with it. He knew what the old Buck would do, but he wouldn’t risk ruining whatever this was.

Eddie stepped into him, bodies briefly pressed together as Eddie placed a light kiss on Buck’s lips and then backed off.

“Really? That’s it?” Buck looked at him,

“We’re at work, what else do you want me to do?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Buck,” Eddie scolded, “later.”

Eddie started to walk away after that, and Buck called out to him. Later, what did that mean? What was this now? Buck would have to wait an agonising few hours before he could find out, but he sure wasn’t disappointed when he did.