Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids
“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”
Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”
Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”
“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.
Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”
Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”
Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”
Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”
“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.
Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”
“Maybe he should stay away from those.”
“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.
Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”
“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.
“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”
“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”
Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”
Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”
“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.
“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”
They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”
Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”
Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”
Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”
“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”
Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”
“Yes. I would.”
Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”
“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”
“Uh huh.”
He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.
“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.
Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.
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Ayo I’m a little late to the party but I just stumbled upon some more Moon Knight 2099 material and I’d thought I’d share hahaha
(Spider-Man 2099: Exodus #3)
(Spider-Man 2099: Exodus Omega)
Steve Orlando and José Carlos Silva definitely went with a different Moon Knight design for the 2022 Spider-Man 2099: Exodus miniseries as opposed to the two previously established Moon Knights of 2099, but we do get a reference to the old design during some backstory exposition.
(Spider-Man 2099: Exodus #3, as is the case for the rest of the images in this post)
As you can see, it wasn’t just the suit that got a redesign; they really leaned into the “revenant” theme that’s prevalent in Moon Knight comics and the creators evidently had some fun with Moon Knight’s distinctive glowing eyes.
Some other details I love about this iteration of Moon Knight is the aquamarine border around this Moon Knight’s speech bubbles (it’s still exciting for me when it’s demonstrated that I’m not the only one who associates Moon Knight with that particular shade) and the role Moon Knight plays on the Avengers.
In contrast to Marc, who only ever briefly made an attempt at team leadership during the Marvel Knights series, this Moon Knight plays a central, organizing leadership role on this new Avengers team. And it makes sense! Since this team seems to be taking its name literally for once and vengeance is definitely Moon Knight’s specialty.
Or rather…it’s Khonshu’s specialty.
So yeah, another interesting take on the character!
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hey! i’ve been meaning to make a post about this for a while, but i’ve gotten a couple of tags and some asks recently that have pushed me to type it up. bottom line: you really, really don’t have to tell me that my content is triggering or the ways that it triggers you or the ways that you relate to it in terms of past abuse. you really, absolutely, and completely do not have to do that. i promise you can just leave it as “your writing is great, i love your style!” and you can move on with your day and so can i. i get a lot of reblogs with tags that joke about how a character’s abuse is similar to their own or they will detail their past abuse for no reason at all. i’ve blocked people for this more than once. it might sound cold or selfish or mean, but i don’t care about you like that. i don’t need to hear your life story and none of these compliments need to be backhanded. you can compliment somebody without prefacing it with reasons that you’re supposedly allowed to do it and why consuming evil freak shit is okay for you, because you’re special and you got hurt real bad, so you totally get it. you can just reblog a post without being weird about it.
consider this: other people also might have experienced similar trauma and really don’t want to be reminded of it and its specifics every time they make a joke or write a story. other people don’t want to hear about horrible shit that has happened to you because it’s none of their business and you shouldn’t make it theirs. we all have an agreement that we’re adults here in an adult space, so please act like it and develop some level of tact. i really, really love to hear feedback on my art and it means the world to hear that it was emotionally impactful, so please, by all means, tell me that, but you don’t have to go that extra mile. don’t say it was good because you got molested. just say it was good
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