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cjlouwho · 4 months ago

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if you're still doing prompts: maybe eddie thinks he sees tommy cheating and confronts him only to find out just how wrong he is. thanks!

“Sorry, man, I can't. I took an extra shift.” That was what Tommy had told Eddie when Eddie asked if he wanted to go to their usual sports bar for beer and wings.

Which is why Eddie was very curious as to why Tommy was walking down the street, passing right by the bar on his way to wherever he was going.

Eddie kept watching as Tommy reached the crosswalk, stopping as he waited for traffic to clear.

Buck wasn't with him, but some other guy appeared to be. At least, he kept talking to Tommy, leaning in close and laughing at something Tommy said.

“This can't be good,” Eddie muttered. He could feel himself starting to get heated already.

The light at the crosswalk changed just as Eddie threw a twenty down for the wings he ordered but hadn't gotten yet. He hurried out of the bar and managed to make it to the crosswalk just as the hand lit up telling him not to cross.

He crossed anyway.

Eddie waved off the honks and hid behind a building until he was sure Tommy wouldn't be looking back toward the noise.

Slowly he peeked around the building and glanced around until he spotted Tommy again. He and this guy were continuing down the street, so that's what Eddie did too.

He made sure to keep enough distance between them, but honestly Tommy looked so enthralled with whatever conversation they were having that Eddie was pretty sure he wouldn't be noticed anyway.

He had half a mind to whip out his phone and start taking pictures and videos. Get proof of whatever was happening so he'd have evidence when he told Buck.

Because he had to tell Buck.

Because Buck was all in on this relationship. He was undeniably in love with Tommy. Together for a year now, living with one another for four months, and Buck often talked about their future.

He had to tell him before papers were signed; before things were made official.

It would break Buck's heart. Eddie knew that. He'd be out of it for weeks, maybe even months.

But how could Eddie let this continue while knowing that Tommy was a backstabbing, two-timing, cheating skank?

Okay, maybe he was beyond heated. It was possible he was livid.

It didn't make it any better that the two men had stopped now, and this unknown homewrecker was reaching out and putting his hand on Tommy's shoulder.

“Hey!” Eddie yelled before he could stop himself.

Tommy's head jerked toward him, wide-eyed. Like a deer in headlights. “Eddie. What... I-hi.”

“Hi? That's what you have to say to me? Hi?”

Tommy's face went from surprised to confused. “Would you prefer hello?”

“Don't play dumb with me, man! How could you do something like this?”

“You gotta help me out here, Eddie. What'd I do?”

“You lied to me, for one.”

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah, that.”

“Sorry, Eddie, I just had this thing I had to do today and I didn't want anyone knowing about it.”

“That's what you call this? A thing? Right in front of him?” He motioned to the man, who seemed a bit anxious at the moment.

“Well, it's not like he doesn't know what I'm doing.”

“Of course he knows! Buck's the only one who doesn't know. Have you thought about that? Have you spared a second to think about your boyfriend in all of this?”

“He's kinda all I've been thinking about during this.”

Eddie put one hand on his hip, the other pointed at Tommy. “I'm so close to punching you right in the face, Tommy.”

“I'd rather you didn't,” Tommy deadpanned. “Eddie, would you like to meet Gordon? He's the owner of the jewelry shop we're standing in front of.”

“You're cheating on Buck with Gordon? Really, Tommy? Gordon?” Part of Eddie felt a little bad. Gordon wasn't a bad looking guy. He was shorter than both of them, short brown hair and even browner eyes. He wasn't very muscular, but the suit he wore fit him well. Tattoos peeked out from underneath his collar, and the black frame of his glasses really tied the whole look together.

Still, he wasn't Buck, and they both needed to know that!

Tommy's eyebrows rose. “I'm doing what with who now?” he asked as Gordon shook his head nervously.

“Oh, no. That, um. No.”

“And you're gonna do it in his jewelry store? Shame on you, Tommy. Shame!”

“Eddie, I'm gonna need you to take it down like ten notches. I'm not cheating on Evan.”

“Then what's with the lying?” Eddie questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. “And Gordon?”

“Like I said before, Gordon owns the jewelry shop we're standing in front of. We met a few months ago on a call. We got to talking and that's when he told me about this place. He's usually closed today, but he was kind enough to bring me here on his day off so I could pick up the ring.”

Sometimes it took Eddie a minute to connect the dots, but he always got there. “Ring?” he questioned, his tone lighter now.

“Yeah. Ring.”

“You mean like an eng-”

“Engagement ring, yes.”

“Oh... Oh!” Now Eddie was smiling brightly, holding out his hand to Gordon for a shake. “Great to meet you, man! I'm Eddie.”

“H- Hi, Eddie.” Gordon returned the shake, but he was still a little nervous, and very confused.

“Gordon,” Tommy explained, “Eddie is Evan's best friend. I was supposed to hang out with him today, but I lied and said I had to work. My mistake.”

“Mm,” Gordon nodded. “It's starting to make sense now. Would you both like to come in?”

“Yes, we would,” Eddie answered, following behind Gordon as he unlocked the door.

“I'll go get it from the back,” Gordon said, locking the door back once they were inside. “It may take me a minute, but shouldn't be too long.”

Once Gordon had left them in the front of the store, Tommy turned to Eddie. “I can't believe you thought I'd cheat on Evan. Are you crazy?”

Eddie raised his hands in surrender. “I couldn't believe it, that's why I was so mad! Why didn't you tell me this is what you were doing?”

Tommy took a deep breath. “I was nervous. Figured if he said no, at least no one would know I'd asked.”

“He's not gonna say no.”

“You don't know that.”

“Dude, he's not gonna say no.”

“But what if he does, Eddie? What if I screw it up somehow?” Tommy rubbed his hand against the back of his neck. “I want it to be perfect. He deserves that.”

Gordon came back out then, box in hand. “Here you go, Mr. Kinard. Make sure everything is perfect before you pay.”

“You didn't have to pay for it yet?” Eddie asked as Tommy took the box.

“No,” Tommy answered, glancing up at Eddie. “Another kind thing he did was let me wait until it was engraved before I paid. Because he's a nice person.”

“Ugh,” Eddie groaned, then turned to Gordon. “Sorry for calling you a homewrecker, man. I didn't mean it.”

“I... I didn't know you called me a homewrecker.”

“That might've been in my head. Still, sorry.”

Gordon felt in a little over his head here. This Eddie person was... interesting. “That's okay.”

Tommy stared down at the ring, biting at his lip.

“Gordon,” Eddie flashed him a smile, “could you give us a couple more minutes? Then we'll pay and be out of your hair.”

“No problem.”

Once he'd retreated back to his office, Eddie moved closer to Tommy. “What's engraved on it?”

Tommy pulled the ring out of the box and handed it to Eddie. Silver with a gold band running down the center, dots and dashes on the inside. “It's um, it's morse code. It just says “ILY” for I love you, obviously, but the morse code is the special part.”

“Why's that?”

Eddie watched as Tommy smiled at whatever memory was popping into his head. “They still taught morse code when I was in the army, and when Evan found out I knew it he was determined to learn. We'd practice every time we were together.”

“I remember him doing that at work too.”

Tommy nodded. “Yup. He had it down in a month. We still use it whenever we can. He'll tap something out on my thigh, or even blink something at me from across a room.”

Eddie placed the ring back into the box. “Propose to me.”

Tommy stared at him, dumbfounded. “What?”

“Propose to me,” he repeated.

“Wh... Why, exactly?”

“You said you were worried the proposal wouldn't be perfect. That you'd screw it up. Practice on me, and I'll let you know.”

“That's insane.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Two months ago you and I parachuted out of a plane when the engine failed and got lost in the mountains for nearly two days. That was insane. This is being prepared.”

Tommy looked down at the ring, then to Eddie, then back at the ring, then back at Eddie. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Eddie clapped his hands together. “Okay, go.”

After a slow inhale, he began. “Evan.”

“Yes, Pooh Bear?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, tilting his head. “He doesn't call me that.”

“I've seen the texts, man.”

“Forget it. I'm not doing this with you.”

As he turned to walk away, Eddie grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him back in. “Okay, okay. I'll be serious. Now, come on. Propose to me.”

Tommy sighed. “Fine, but I'm not kneeling.”

“That's okay, I'll pretend.”

Tommy straightened his posture and cleared his throat before beginning again.

“Evan.”

“Tommy.”

“Growing up, I never thought I'd find love. Not real love, anyway. I thought that maybe, if I was lucky, I could fabricate it. Play pretend and be fine with settling. Then, as I got older, I realized how unfair that was to me, and to whoever I would have ended up with.”

Tommy blinked away the tears that were blurring his vision as he continued. “I went through life with people, friends and colleagues that kept me busy, but I felt alone. And then you came along, and you lit up my world. Every doubt that I had collected over time slowly washed away with each smile we shared. Getting to do life with you over this past year has been an honor. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I fall asleep. If you would, I'd love us to have each other for the rest of our lives. So, Evan,” Tommy opened the box, presenting the ring to Eddie. “Will you marry me?”

Eddie stood there, staring between the ring and Tommy for what felt like an eternity, his own eyes red-rimmed and doe-like. “Holy hell,” he managed to utter out.

Nervously, Tommy asked, “You think he'll say yes?”

“Well, if he doesn't, I will!” Eddie took a step forward and wrapped Tommy in a hug, earning a surprised, “Oomph,” out of him.

“Yes,” Eddie said, patting his back. “He'll say say.”

When he finally pulled away, Tommy was smiling. He let out a shaky breath. “Okay, okay. So, buy the ring, then?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, man. Buy the ring.”

#bucktommy #911 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck actually is not involved in this fic at all lmao #but he's there in spirit #also tommy proposes to eddie here but it's not what you think 👀#prompt

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capseycartwright · 2 months ago

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kisses that travel from your lover's nose to their lips pretty please!

Eddie’s a little stupid with it, he knows. The flush in his cheeks doesn’t look like it’s going anywhere fast, and Buck joining him in the bathroom wasn’t exactly going to ease the pink blush any time soon. He’s a little stupid about it, drunk off endorphins and the memory of Buck’s hands on his body, and still, Eddie can’t help but feel embarrassment snaking up his spine, Buck recognising the feeling before it could turn to shame clawing at Eddie’s throat.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Buck murmured, hands gentle as they came to rest on Eddie’s shoulders. Buck was beautiful. Eddie had always known he was beautiful, really, but it felt all the more evident now, Buck’s hair messy, and free of product, his own cheeks flushed pink and his eyes soft, the expression on his face more open than it had been in a while, no secrets left between them now. Buck was more beautiful than ever, there and then, and it was because Eddie could look all he wanted now, he knew – he didn’t have to tear his gaze away, keep up the pretence that he wasn’t madly, deeply in love with his very best friend. He could drink his fill and not worry about being caught doing something he shouldn’t be.

One, two, three.

Eddie took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to say it.”

“The words don’t have to be perfect,” Buck reassured. “But I’d like if you tried,” he admitted, Buck always better than Eddie at voicing his concerns. “We’ve just had sex, for the first time, and now you’re in the bathroom and you seem to be freaking out, a little, so I’m – well, I’m a bit worried, Eddie.”

“You don’t need to be worried,” Eddie shook his head, leaning back against Buck. He couldn’t help but look at the picture they painted, the two of them standing in front of the mirror, Buck’s chest broad and glorious, the smattering of random tattoos inked onto his skin patterns Eddie wanted to map every inch of. They looked like a couple – they were a couple, Eddie knew, but they looked so comfortable with each other, even now, roughly seventeen hours into their relationship, that it kind of stunned Eddie.

Buck’s palm was broad, as he flattened it against the expanse of Eddie’s stomach. It made Eddie feel small, and safe, and he sort of wanted to cry.

“I just – I didn’t know it could be like this,” Eddie admitted, thumb stroking Buck’s wrist. He wanted to touch every single inch of Buck all at once, physics bedamned.

“Sex?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah,” he let out a shuddering breath. “It feels like I just figured out everything I’ve been missing my whole life,” he paused, for a second. Sex had been a weird one, for Eddie. Sex had been nice, and strange, and awkward, in the beginning, and then it had been the only way that he and Shannon could communicate, and he’d ran from it, with Ana, and with Marisol it had felt like a performance: a box he needed to move their relationship to the next phase.

Sex with Buck had been exciting, and it had felt electrifying – and it had been fun, in a way Eddie hadn’t expected. Buck had tripped over his own feet in his rush to remove his socks, and it had sent Eddie into a fit of giggles that had only been silenced with a kiss Eddie had felt right in the tips of his toes, and then Buck had gotten his hands on Eddie’s dick and every thought Eddie had ever had, or could have, had gone right out of his head, the whole world narrowed down to Buck’s hands on his body. It had been a revelation, the way Buck’s body had moved against his own, gentle, and firm, strong as Buck had moved Eddie right to where he’d wanted him, over and over, wringing an orgasm out of Eddie that had him ascending to a higher plane.

“It wasn’t just the sex, though,” Eddie continued. Buck had been quiet, so in-tune with Eddie that he had realised Eddie hadn’t quite finished. After, when they’d done the awkward clean up, Buck had tucked Eddie under his chin, voice low as they’d talked, gentle hands scratching through the overly long strands of Eddie’s hair. It had been calm, and quiet, and Eddie had luxuriated in the feeling of being held.

Eddie twisted, in Buck’s arms. “It was the after,” he hummed, drinking in Buck’s face at such a short distance. It was different, looking at Buck like this, rather than in the mirror. Like this, he could admire the way Buck’s birthmark stood pink against his skin, the slight furrow of his brow and the way his breath hitched, as Eddie pressed his thumb into the divot of Buck’s shoulder, a place he’d come to think of as his, after all these years.

“The after?” Buck looked a little confused.

“I just – I didn’t expect the intimacy of the after, because I didn’t really have that before. Sex was – sex was different, before, for me, and I found it hard to want to just – stay in it, like we did,” Eddie explained, hands on Buck’s waist. “But I want to stay in it, with you. It was – it was nice. I felt nice. You made me feel good, Buck, not just during the sex – which was like, objectively great – but in the after.��

“I’ve always liked the after the best,” Buck admitted, sounding a little shy. “You see so much – so much vulnerability, from your partner, in sex, but you get just as much of that after, too. When sex was – when sex was transactional, for me, a way to try and fill this void of intimacy, I didn’t appreciate how good the after was – I didn’t understand that’s where there’s so much intimacy too.”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile. “I love you,” he hummed, the smile turning to a big, bright grin as Buck began to trail kisses down the bridge of Eddie’s noise, a giggle escaping his throat as Buck kissed the tip of his nose, moving his focus to Eddie’s cheeks, chin, and lips, finally, the kiss chaste compared to the ones they’d spent the last hour or so exchanging, but still one that Eddie could feel right to his toes.

“Is it always this easy?” Eddie asked, and he didn’t need to finish his sentence for Buck to know what to ask: was it always this easy, sex and intimacy?

“No,” Buck shook his head, pressing another kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth. “Only with you.”

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fictionalmenxyn · 3 months ago

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Hiii, i see you mostly do rafe cameron fics but i came across your account under the evan buckley tag and saw you post asking for request. So i tought i would ask if you could do a fic where reader works with buck and during a night out with team he asks the reader to kiss to get a girl of his back.

But yeah that's all thank you in advance if you decide to do it

Of course!!! Still waiting for season eight over in the Uk 😭 also I’m gonna use Taylor as the girl sorry! Personally I don’t think they should’ve got together. They should’ve stayed friends, but that’s my opinion 😭

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Pairing: Buck x firefighter!reader

Warnings: jealousy (not Buck), language and making out

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After a good shift, with an appearance on the news. The 118 decided to celebrate the hard day and once again saving those who needed your help.

So here you all are, you, dressed in a black dress. Revealing the small delicate slime tattoo on your back. With black heels. Sleek and casual for a bar. Not over or under doing it. It was a nicer bar that you all usually go to. So you all dressed a little fancier, not by much.

You sat with the team, a beer bottle in hand. You were in a conversation with Hen when you both hear Buck next to you “arh shit… she’s here…” you turned to look at him “who?” He answered “Taylor… we broke up a month ago, and here she is… waltzing in here… what are the odds?”

Hen joke “for you? Low… very low..” you both chuckled. Buck nudged your shoulder playfully “hey don’t agree with her!” Causing you to laugh more. Which that’s exactly what he intended.

He sipped his drink, then glanced to you. “So? How about a game of pool? I see one of the tables free?” You looked over and smiled. That’s what you’d do in your spare time at the station. Playing pool. You nodded “oh it’s on, Buckaroo!”

You placed your beer bottle on the table before getting up and heading over to the table.

Buck started to set up the balls in the plastic triangle. As you grab the cue sticks. You held one out to him. Feeling eyes on you, not in a good way…

You noticed Taylor’s eyes glued to you. You talked to Buck “she always like this?” Buck raised an eyebrow “like what?” You replied “her eyes haven’t left me since we started to set up pool, Buck..” he chuckled “oh she thinks we both have it for each other. That’s why she’d never let me go over your place for movie night while we were dating…” you gasped “that’s why?!” You were pissed. Controlling what Buck does?? That’s not on. At. All.

You broke the triangle of balls, then stand off the to side to let Buck have his go. The two of you went back and forth, taking turns.

Taylor never shifted her gaze since you started playing. You huffed, Buck joked “not gettin’ bored already? Thought you liked playing this?” You replied “I do, but not when she doesn’t take her eyes off of me. It’s borderline creepy, Buck…”

He hummed in agreement, “I got an idea…”

“Oh yeah?” “Yeah…”

He gestured you to come closer, you and Buck were close. Really close, that’s probably why Taylor was jealous. But everyone on the team knew you two didn’t see each other that way… not yet at least.

He whispered in your ear, “lemme pretend to show you how to hit a shot, then I’ll peck your cheek, yeah?” His voice a little more rasped at the lowering of his voice.

You smirked “oh it’s on…” you walk around the table a few times. Trying to find the right ball to try and pot. Your acting skills, flawless. Buck spoke “hey, lemme show you a trick…” he came up behind you.

You both lean over to pool table. The team subtly watching. Eddie and Chimney lapping this up like two school girls. Hen and Bobby rolling their eyes, knowing this is how you two are.

Buck whispered “lemme count to three, then I’ll kiss your cheek, okay?” You nodded. Then looked to the pool table again.

“Three… two… one…”

He helped you hit the cue to the ball. Then once it potted. He smiled then kissed your cheek “good job, Y/n/n!” You smiled. Then look to Taylor. She looked jealous. But not enough for your liking. She treated Buck wrong. Let’s show her how to treat him right.

You closed the gap between you to. Kissing him softly. Two seconds it took for him to acknowledge what was going on. Then he kissed back. More fiery than the kiss you just gave. But you happily matched his intention.

He held your jaw gently. His big hand holding your jaw like you’d melt away if he didn’t hold it. In the background you can hear Eddie whistle and Chimney clapping. You peak out of your one eye to see Taylor.

It was like someone had shot someone in front of her. The shock and rage sent through her, definitely showing through her facial expressions. You smirked and mumbled into the kiss “it’s working..” Buck smirked too “good, let’s keep going though…”

In the end Taylor downed her drink, storming out of the bar. Once Bobby saw she left. He went to call out to you both.

You both kept kissing, that’s until you hear Bobby “alright you pair. step away or get a room!” You both laugh as you pull away.

Buck joked “think the room is sounding like a good idea right now…” you smirked “me too, Buck… me too…”

Eddie said a little too loud “I win! Hand over the money Chim!”

You both look over “what?!” Chimney casually spoke “oh we were betting on this, see how long it took for you too to finally do something…”

You playfully roll your eyes “thanks, Team..”

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wannabanauthor · 3 months ago

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I want a slow burn BuckTommy fanfic.

And I mean slow burn.

I want them hanging out, grabbing a beer, going to the movies, and spending time with Eddie.

Then one day, Eddie asks Buck if he can drop something off to him at Tommy’s house. Buck knocks on the door when he gets there and is greeted by a shirtless Tommy.

Tommy says they’re sparring in Muay Thai, and Buck’s like “can I watch?” And then spends the entire time salivating over Tommy without knowing what he was feeling.

Buck convinces himself that he’s only admiring Tommy’s body because Buck is also a fitness enthusiast.

Then Eddie leaves, and Buck barely notices because he’s staring at Tommy.

Tommy is not an idiot. He knows when another guy is checking him out, but he thinks it’s better to let Buck figure it out on his own.

Buck has different plans though. He takes off his shirt and is like “teach me Muay Thai”.

Now Tommy is the one staring. Maybe he starts asking Buck about his tattoos and even touched one and asks if it hurt to get them, meanwhile Buck has to restrain a moan in his throat.

Tommy just raises an eyebrow and continues asking about the tattoos. Then they do some light Muay Thai training, and Buck takes a cold shower when he gets home.

He has a wet dream about Tommy that night, and he still doesn’t know what to do because he’s not into men, right? Everyone makes a strangled sound when a hot guy with a great body touches them, right? He also finds himself with an erection that refuses to go away. So he gets himself off, and near the end Tommy pops into his mind, and he comes harder than he ever has in his life.

A few days later, Buck’s leg starts acting up, so Eddie asks Tommy to check on Buck and see if he needs anything while Eddie has to work.

Tommy comes over with food and entertainment to take Buck’s mind off the pain. Buck is happy and grateful, and is also a spoiled princess and puts his legs on Tommy’s lap, and Tommy gives him a leg massage. To both legs. Maybe it turns into a full body massage to help Buck relax.

Buck is practically in love but doesn’t know how to deal with or even properly acknowledge his feelings.

Later on during a shift, Tommy and Buck get called to the same accident site. They work really well together, and the people they save tell Buck that his boyfriend is very good at his job, and he’s like “my what now?”

Tommy pretends not to hear anything, but he’s quickly losing control of patience and willpower. He wants to make a move so badly, but he doesn’t want to freak Buck out.

So one night, Buck is elbow deep in Tommy’s social media profile and comes across an old post of Tommy kissing another man and referring to him as boyfriend. When I say elbow deep, I mean he’s 3 years into Tommy’s post history.

Seeing Tommy with another guy makes Buck feel angry, but he refuses to acknowledge why. Until he sees Tommy and accidentally confronts him.

Like maybe they’re sitting on a couch, Tommy takes a swig of his favorite craft beer that Buck bought him, and Buck just blurts out “are you gay?”

Tommy doesn’t even choke in surprise. He just says yep nonchalantly.

And then…stay tuned for the next update. This might be a summary fic (my term for a fanfic that’s more an in depth summary rather than actual fleshed out fic).

I want to see how long I can go on without having them kiss. I want longing and yearning and sleepless nights. Wait, omg, what if there’s only one bed in their hotel room in Vegas. What if they get drunk and accidentally get married? They try to get it annulled, but Buck’s like “wait a minute, we get a tax break” and Tommy has to be like “I think that’s called fraud.”

There are so many ways I can drag this out.

#wannabanauthor writes #bucktommy #buck x tommy #summary fanfic #fanfic #evan buckley #tommy kinard #slow burn #longing #yearning

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feyhunter78 · 12 days ago

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Since you did Buck could you do Eddie Diaz??

I definitely can! This one is a bit sweeter than Buck's

Three Times Eddie Wanted to Sleep with You (and the One Time He Kissed You)

Description: Three times Eddie had to hold himself back and the one time he tried something a little different.

Eddie knows it’s not smart, falling for you, wanting you. You’re Buck’s girlfriend’s cousin, and he’s never seen someone so protective in his life. She’ll skin him alive if she catches him, but he can’t help it, he’s a sucker for pretty eyes, and you’ve got the prettiest he’s ever seen. So, he tries to distance himself, tries to stay friendly and think about anything but how pretty you are, how perfect and kind you are to everyone you meet. Luckily, he’s got a lot of practice pushing his emotions aside for the good of others. Unluckily, you’re far more tempting than he thought you’d be.

One: It starts with a pool day, and he’s focused on keeping his eyes at respectful levels. Everyone is having fun, Chris is in the shallow end with Harry, and someone’s just brought him a drink, Bobby is at the grill, and Eddie thinks he’s doing pretty good. Then he sees you. You’re in a bikini because of course you are, he can’t catch a break. It’s cherry red with gold ties, it’s aesthetic apparently, but he just sees it as the bane of his self-control.

His mouth goes dry when you make your way over to him with a bottle of sunscreen in your hand. “Eddie? Do you mind helping me?”

He thinks he says yes, he must’ve said yes because you sit with your back to him, gathering your hair in one hand, sweeping it away from your neck. He takes the sunscreen from you, and starts applying it, apologizing when you hiss from the change in temperature.

You both sit quietly as he rubs the sunscreen in, making sure there’s no white cast, his large hands smoothing over your back, and shoulders, taking care to get every inch while trying to remain as respectful as possible.

“I have to—do you mind—?” He lifts the strips of fabric that keep your bathing suit top tied together ever so slightly, waiting for you to nod, or pull away.

“No, no, you’re good, I’ll just…” You hold your top to your body with one hand just in case as Eddie rubs the sunscreen in, much quicker than before.

“Okay, I think you’re all good.” He says, snapping the cap back on the bottle, and setting it aside.

You turn to face him hand still pressed to your top, your breasts are right there, in his face, slightly pushed up by your hand, and you smile at him. “Thanks!”

He wants to grab you, feel the soft flesh beneath his hands, see what sounds you make, what sounds he can get you to make. “Yeah, no problem, it’s a nice suit.”

You toy with the strings of your bikini bottoms. “Thanks, it’s part of the new line I did a shoot for, the designer said I wore it so well she wanted me to keep it”

His mind plies him with a montage of you undoing those strings and letting him feast, suffocating him with your soft thighs, his hand over your mouth to keep the others from hearing your moans.

“She was right.” He says breathlessly, because you’re a model, an actual model who’s sitting next to him in a bathing suit that’s probably worth more than he wants to know, and you’re smiling at him again, brighter, and happier than before.

You squeeze his bicep gratefully, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. “You’re always so sweet to me, Eddie.”

“It’s uh, it’s easy to be sweet to you.” His heart is tripping over itself in his chest as your fingertips dance down to trace the lines of his tattoo.

You smile at him again, and he tries to focus on the sounds of the pool rather than the way his skin tingles under your touch.

Two: You’re in front of him with your cousin, who’s gently teasing you about your inability to pick a nail color, so you ask him what he thinks.

“Don’t you usually decide that at the salon?” He asks, trying to remember the last time someone asked him what color they should get for anything.

“Usually, but it goes a bit faster if you already know what you want.” You say, smiling when you see the color bloom across your cousin’s cheeks as Buck leans closer to her, one arm around her waist.

“Get whatever you want, sweetheart, you know what I like.” He says, in a low, seductive tone.

She clicks her tongue but smiles, “scoundrel.”

“So, which colors were you thinking about?” Eddie asks, drawing your attention back to him.

You push out your bottom lip in a pout, “I don’t know, I really can’t decide.”

Eddie takes one of your hands in his own and tries not to audibly react to the fact that they’re so much smaller and more delicate than his own. “Maybe a light blue or a green? That could look nice.”

“Like an army green?” You ask him, giving him a stunning, playful smile.

He looks up from your hand, shrugging, the corners of his lips quirking up. “It’s a good color.”

“Oh yeah?” You look up at him coyly, tilting your head to the side, and it makes all his blood rush south.

“I think so.” He says, managing to return your smile without dropping to his knees and begging you to let him feel your hands somewhere other than in his own.

“Y/N, let’s go, we can’t be late.” Your cousin calls, linking her arm with yours and dragging you away before you can respond.

Eddie’s phone buzzes in his pocket right as he unlocks the door to his apartment, luckily, he’s got some time to shower before Chris and Carla return from the movies.

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone and unlocking it, clicking on the text notification from you.

It’s an image, your hand flat on a white marble table with long almond shaped nails, and they’re green, army green with little white flowers.

Y/N: What do you think, Sergeant? Do I pass inspection?

Eddie: With flying colors

He sends the message then chucks his phone on his bed, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, the darkness doing him no favors. Images of your hand splayed out on his chest, gripping his sheets, wrapped around his cock, all moving front and center now that there’s nothing else for him to focus on.

He groans and lets his hands fall to his sides, eyes opening just in time to see another text come in.

Y/N: Glad to hear it, wouldn’t want to disappoint my superior officer

You’re going to kill him, slowly and painfully, he thinks as he types back a safe neutral response then forces himself to leave his phone on the bed heading towards the shower. He’s going to need to take a cold one.

Three: You approach him anxiously, fiddling with your hands, dressed in a cream sundress, the sunlight framing you from behind, catching in your hair, giving you a halo. An angel, you look like an angel.

“So, Chris told me about the thing they’re doing at his school where the kids bring in their moms to talk about their jobs or what they do day to day...” You start, and guilt twists in his chest. “He said some of the other kids are bringing their aunts, or sisters, or grandmas, and he asked me if I would come and talk about my job.”

He sighs and drags a hand down his face. “Y/N I’m so sorry, I’ll talk to Chris when I get hom—”

“No, no, I want to go, I just wanted to check and see if it’s okay with you. I don’t want to overstep, I mean I adore Chris, and I’m honored he asked me, but I just want to…I don’t know, I don’t want to cause any problems, or accidentally cause him any trauma, I just want to do right by him.”

An angel, you’re an actual angel; he could kiss you, he wants to kiss you, so badly, but he can’t, not here, not now.

“If you’re comfortable with it, and Chris wants you to go then, yeah, I’d really appreciate it.” He says, giving you the smile that earned him the nickname Hollywood.

“And then Y/N told everyone about how she went to Paris four times last year for photoshoots, and how she’s been in a bunch of fashion shows, and how she’s been all over the world, and all the other moms looked super jealous.” Chris says, excitedly retelling the day’s events to Eddie when he comes to pick you both up at the end of the day.

You’re smiling a bit embarrassedly, but ruffle Chris’ hair. “I think they were just tired of everyone asking me questions.”

“No way, everyone thought you were the coolest.” Chris insists, begrudgingly letting Eddie take his backpack.

“That’s because I brought cupcakes from that designer bakery downtown.” You say, and Eddie’s eyes are drawn to the box resting on your hip, the gold embossed lettering, the ribbon hanging from the sides.

Then you lean towards him, lowering your voice. “Though one mom pulled me aside afterward to ask how I got my figure back in time for the 2011 fashion week, which was a slightly awkward conversation.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow, he doesn’t necessarily think you and Chris look all that alike, so he’s not sure why anyone would mistake you for his mom, especially since other maternal type figures were supposed to be there. “She thought you were his mom?”

“I guess she wasn’t listening when Chris introduced me.” You shrug. “Anyways I told her I do coke and that’s how I got the weight off.”

He freezes dumbfounded staring at you, no way you do coke, he would’ve seen the signs, right?

You burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I told her I’m not his mom, so I never gained any pregnancy weight. But honestly, I should’ve said that, would’ve served her right for being nosy.”

He laughs breathily, relief washing over him. “You scared me for a second.”

You elbow him playfully, “come on Eddie, you know I work too hard to let drugs get the credit.”

“Of course, of course, I don’t know why I doubted you.”

“I don’t either, oh no, don’t look.” You grab onto his bicep and duck behind him.

He doesn’t see anyone, just Chris’ teacher. “Y/N?”

“Um, Chris’ teacher might definitely have a crush on you, and she did not like hearing him talk about how cool it is that his dad’s best friend is a model and how much time I spend with you guys.” You explain, looking covertly over his shoulder, your breasts pressed against his arm.

He tries not to look, tries not to think, he’s at his kid’s school for goodness sakes, he needs to get control of himself. Seriously, seriously, needs to get control of himself.

The one time: It’s his birthday, his family sends him well wishes, the 118 throw him a little party but it’s the sight that greets him when he gets home that stirs something within him. He can hear giggles and shushing, the lights are off, and he flicks them on, to be greeted with two cheers of “surprise!”

You, and Chris, are holding a cake with way too many candles. The icing is messy, there’s ten different types of sprinkles on it, and when he spots the flour on your neck and the icing staining the end of Chris’s sleeve, he realizes what you two have done for him.

He moves to the table in a blur, shedding his coat and keys, happiness making his steps light.

“Come on Dad, you have to taste it, we spent hours making it.” Chris urges, dragging out the word hours in a perfect mimicry of you. How had he not noticed you’ve spent so together much time together that his son was starting to sound like you?

You hand him a piece of cake, waiting until Chris wasn’t looking to go up on your toes, and press a fleeting kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday Eddie.”

“Thank you for this.” He says quietly.

You bump your shoulder into his lightly. “How can I say no to my favorite boys?”

Your favorite, he and his son are your favorites. You took time out of your busy schedule to make a cake with his son for him. He thinks he might be in love with you, and he watches as you help Chris carry out a neatly wrapped gift, smiling brightly as Chris bounces around excitedly.

It’s a scrapbook filled with pictures of him and Chris, even ones he didn’t know you’d taken. Each photo has dates and details written below in your handwriting, with little blurbs and commentary added in by Christopher on bright blue stickers.

He takes a bite of the cake to keep from tearing up. It’s decent, not the best, a little lumpy, but it’s homemade and the smile on Chris’s face makes it taste better than anything he’s ever eaten before.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Chris says suddenly, taking off back towards his room.

He’s alone with you, and he brushes the flour from your neck, a sudden urge to taste your skin striking him. His bent finger is at his lips before he can even think, flour and something sweeter underneath on his tongue.

Your eyes widen, but you lean closer to him, tilting your head ever so slightly exposing more of your throat to him, inviting him to have another taste. His hands settle on your hips, and he scans your face, finding nothing but acceptance and anticipation. He strokes the side of your throat with the same bent finger, breath catching when you shiver under his touch.

“Y/N, you couldn’t have given me a better gift.” He breathes, dipping his head down, lips ghosting over yours.

You tilt your head up, hands resting on his chest, “I know. I know you, Eddie.”

He’s nearly bowled over by his desire, wanting desperately to feel this way forever, wanted, loved, seen. He needs Chris to stay in his room for the next few hours or so. Give him enough time for him to get on his knees and thank you properly before taking you on the couch, until he can’t remember a time when desire, and you weren’t intertwined.

You smile softly, eyes on his lips. “Oh, you have a sprinkle on your lip.”

And now he needs Chris to come back before he dies of embarrassment, he moves to pull away to wipe at his mouth, but your hands fist in his shirt and pull him down to meet you. Your lips are warm against his, sweet, like the insane amount of sugar on his birthday cake, and when the tip of your tongue flicks out, he groans softly, tightening his grip on you.

“Got it,” you whisper against his lips, a shiver running down his spine at the barely restrained longing in your voice.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his hands moving, one splayed out on your lower back, the other remaining at your hip, adjusting his grip, keeping you close. “I think you might have missed it.”

“I think you’re right, let me try again.” Your hand finds its way up, manicured fingernails carding through his hair, as you close the gap between you two, the taste of sugar on his tongue.

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