#eddie took one look at buck and was like 'fuck it i'm gonna make him fall in love with me'
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Warnings: smut, fingering, grinding, dirty talk, squirting
Just a lil scenario I thought of the other day
Winter was almost over but the cold lingered even inside the house, being the bedroom the coldest of all of the rooms. I want the house to be warmer but the heater is not enough.
"I turned the heat on but s'till freezing here" I say rubbing my arms to give myself some friction.
"You always have me to make you hot" he says and I laugh at his doble intentions.
"Yeah, I know baby but you can't warm the place with that" I make a head motion to his pelvis. He laughs too and I decide to get into the bed finally. As soon as I put the blankets over the lower part of my body, I feel Eddie's arms wrap around my torso. I melt under his touch. Soon enough they find the hem of my shirt. "now you being risky"
"c'mon pretty, jus' wanna play with you" a kiss is sealed behind my right ear. I take his hands on mine and put them over my breasts. He squeezes them lightly and I breath funny.
"b-baby" I gasp and plead for I don't even know what.
"It's so easy to make you dumb on my touch" one of his hands leaves my chest to crawl itself along my tummy and over my panties. Two of his fingers drag along my clothed slit stimulating me and my whole body. I respond by moaning ever so slightly.
"please..."
"please what sweet girl? gotta use your big girl voice, can't have you babbling do I?" I shake my head no and I speak.
"please touch me underneath" I say, my blood boiling with pleasure.
"¿What does my baby want me to touch? ¿Huh?" voice full of desire.
"touch my pussy please" my hips buck against his hand looking for more.
"that's what I like to hear baby" I put my leg over his to give him more access to my entrance. One finger goes his way inside without warning and I clench. "easy baby, open that pretty pussy for me, c'mon" his words make me even more wet. He picks up a pace that takes me to heaven and back. I feel so good in his hands.
"oh yes" I rest my head on his shoulder and his other hand takes over my throat and chokes me. The amount of pleasure makes me get so close to cumming.
"yes? You like when I touch you like this pretty?" he pulls out his finger to caress my pussy, spreading my juices all over it, covering his palm in my arousal. "you also like when I rub your pussy like this, I know that" I get high on his words and his touch. I wanna cum on his hand.
"I, I'm close Eds" I cant even speak properly with his hand squeezing me tight.
"You are? Oh what a shame baby, I want to rub this sweet pussy I little bit longer, get her full of juice" before I can even think of react he gives my cunt a tiny slap. I jump from the feeling. He keeps slapping my pussy continuously as I spasm and clench around nothing.
"ah, ah Eddie please, I need to cum please" I nearly scream. Head numb from the teasing.
"so pretty when you beg my baby" he inserts his finger inside me again and takes on the pace as I moan relentlessly. "come on my fucking hand baby, make a mess" as soon as I hear him and he tightens the hold on my throat I come. Hot spurs of liquid coming out of my abused hole. "ohhh, yes sweetie that's it, keep cumming like that yeah" he kept his fingering as tiny spurs kept coming out of me. This is probably the longest orgasm I ever had. My whole body spasming along his. His palm started to slap my pussy again as the liquid stopped coming out. "ah sweetheart, hottest fucking pussy I've ever had. You nearly kill me, that's like the hardest you came in like, ever".
"I know, I don't know what took over me" I rest a little before getting up. "gotta change the sheets now" I look at him with a tired gaze.
"wow, where you going so fast? I still have to eat that beautiful pussy out and make you squirt in my mouth" the audacity of still wanting more after the things he did to me already.
"Eddie" my tone is mandatory.
"What? I'm hard as fuck, if I don't fuck you tonight and hear you ask me to give it to you harder I'm gonna die" he's senseless.
"help me change the sheets and maybe, I'll let you bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me stupid" he gets up faster than a lightning and helps me out.
"expect me to take all your thoughts out of your head baby"
#eddie munson#eddie x fem!reader#eddie x reader#eddie x y/n#stranger things#eddie x you#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x you#eddie smut#smut#eddie munson blurb#blurb#drabble
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this doesn’t count as like a drabble request I suppose but can we talk about nasty grimy sex with Eddie after corroded coffin performances? being all sweaty and running your tongue down his happy trail and playing with his balls and they’re so heavy and he’s rough when he pulls on your hair and empties them while pounding into you with his hand squeezing your throat
oh my god YES we can talk about this (MINORS DNI, gn!reader, oral m!receiving)
Eddie was quick to wrap his arms around your middle as he came offstage, not even bothering with "Hello" before he was crashing his lips to yours. You squeaked in surprise, but acclimated quickly, tossing your arms around his neck and kissing him back.
"I gotta do somethin' real quick," Eddie mumbled against your mouth. His lips were slick with spit and sweat, his curls pressed against his sweaty forehead, and his kiss was messy and sticky and sweaty. "But meet me in the bathroom in 5."
"Bathroom?" you echoed, and Eddie grabbed a rough handful of your ass, kneading the flesh through your jeans.
"Yeah," Eddie said. "Bathroom, five minutes. You're gonna suck my dick, then maybe I'll fuck you."
A heat spread through your whole body at his gruff words, and you nodded eagerly as excitement fizzled in your stomach. The bathroom at the Hideout wasn't exactly known for being quite clean, but the idea of the nasty sex with Eddie was enough to get you to agree.
"Good," Eddie said, patting your ass a few times. "Go wait on me, I'll be right there."
True to his word, whatever he had to do only took a few minutes. Before you knew it, he was sliding into the dimly lit bathroom, and he ushered you into a stall. With both of you, it was quite cramped, but Eddie grabbed you and kissed you again, not sparing a single worry to the enclosed space as his mouth worked against yours.
"God, I need your pretty little mouth," Eddie whispered through his sticky, open-mouth kiss. "Wearing those jeans, you know what those jeans do to me."
"S'why I wore them," you told him, and a sparkle flitted through his eyes as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Oh, so you're teasing me?" Eddie asked, and you smiled and bit the tip of your tongue playfully.
"Maybe just a little," you said, and Eddie's hands rested tightly on your shoulders.
"I hope you know I've been hard all night," Eddie said. "My fuckin' balls hurt, I need to cum so bad."
"I'll make it all better," you told him, and you didn't waste any time in falling to the floor, resting your weight on your knees as you went about unbuckling Eddie's belt. It was the same one he wore every day, the black fake leather with the handcuff-shaped buckle, and you loved seeing it strain against the bulge in his jeans.
Once you finally got the belt done, you took care in extracting Eddie's cock. He was right; he had obviously been hard for some time, erection burning hot, the head of his cock already red and weepy, the skin of his balls pulled tight with the need to cum. The sight of it all was so delicious, and your mouth watered as you took a few moments to tease him, rubbing him with your palm.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie groaned, his head tipping back to look at the ceiling. "No teasing, sweetheart, just suck me off."
"Aren't you gonna say please?" you asked, and you lightly licked at the head of his cock, collecting the salty pre-cum on your tongue. His hips bucked forward without warning, and his hand grabbed tight at your head.
"Fine, fine, fine," Eddie whispered. "Please suck me off, baby, I can't wait any longer, I'm gonna fuckin' cum in your damn hand, please just—"
You finally sank your mouth around the head, taking care to swallow him down the way he liked, and Eddie's fingers dug into your scalp with every flex of your throat.
"Just like that," Eddie whispered, and a wrecked moan fell from his mouth. "Jesus... Perfect fucking mouth, baby, take me so deep... I think I'm gonna cum already."
You dropped off of his dick, and you moved to his balls instead. They were thick and hung heavy, the musk of his sweat and body clinging to the fuzzy hair, and you licked at one before you took it between your lips. The way Eddie moaned as you sucked at his balls, you'd think he was begging for mercy, but you knew better. He loved having his balls sucked on, especially when he was as close as he was, and you felt his cock twitch against your forehead as you focused your attention on his other taut testicle.
Eddie's hands in your hair tugged hard, shoving your head back and forcing you to look up at him, and those lovely dark eyes of his locked on yours. Something about him was supremely arousing in that moment, and his hand drifted from your hair down to your throat. He squeezed gently, testing the waters, and you went to suckle at the head of his leaking cock.
"Shit," Eddie whispered as you took him deep, and his hips bucked into your mouth again. "Can I fuck your throat? Please, baby, I need to cum so bad, it'll only be for a second or two."
You loved having the power to resolve your big bad Eddie down to a whimpering, begging mess, and you nodded as you sucked hard at his dick. His perfect pink mouth fell open with a loud moan that made your own cheeks turn red, and Eddie didn't waste a single second before he was fucking into your mouth.
The sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat was obscene, and the smell of his sweat and musk was intoxicating as it infiltrated your head. It was all you could do to sit there on the grimy floor and let him use your mouth and throat, and he squeezed your neck as a warning. "Gonna cum," he mumbled, and he did just that.
The ropes of cum that fell down your throat made you wince at the their taste, but you grabbed onto his thighs and helped him ride out his orgasm. You swallowed him quickly, bobbing your head on his cock, and your hands lightly squeezed his throbbing balls as his tired cock flexed between your lips.
Eddie was breathless and panting when he finished giving you everything he had, and he sighed heavily as he leaned back against the side of the stall and dropped his head to look at you. "Shit, sweetheart," he laughed softly. "Thank you."
"Of course, Eds," you told him, and you placed a soft kiss over his sensitive cock. He grunted gently at the overstimulation to his tired head, but he smiled all the same.
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Heart to Heart to Heart
This fic is dedicated to the anon who sent me an ask saying "Don't write poly, it's a sin." I wish you a pleasant day and enjoy your fic!
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It was their one-month anniversary and Eddie wasn't sure Buck and Tommy even remembered it. Or if they even wanted to celebrate it. He was too embarrassed to ask. This was his first relationship with two other people and he was so into them. They lit up his entire world and made him feel something no other relationship ever did.
"What's wrong?"
Eddie looked up to see Hen giving him a concerned look.
"Nothing," Eddie shook his head.
"Sure looks like something," Hen replied and sat down next to him on the sofa. "Is everything okay with Buck and Tommy?"
"Yeah, everything is fine. I just- just-" Eddie sighed before saying, "-When I was with Shannon, we kinda celebrated every little milestone we had. From our first month together to our first kiss, etc. And I loved that. I loved having a silly little anniversary for everything. And the smile it brought to Shanon's face always made my day better."
Hen nodded along but it was clear from her expression that she didn't quite get where Eddie was going with this.
"-It's my one-month anniversary with Buck and Tommy," he explained.
"And you wanna celebrate it?" Hen asked and a small smile twitched on her lips.
"I do," Eddie replied. "I really do."
"Then go for it. What's the problem?" Hen continued to ask.
"You have to understand, I've never been in a relationship with a man before, let alone two men. So I'm just wondering if they're gonna wanna celebrate it or they'll find the whole thing ridiculous," Eddie replied and looked down at his hands.
"Well, you'll never know if you don't ask," Hen told him.
"But what if they laugh at me?" Eddie asked and couldn't help but pout a little.
"Then do you really wanna be with them?" Hen asked.
Eddie was taken aback by that question, but he knew Hen was right.
That evening, Eddie stopped by a flower shop and bought two bouquets, one for Buck and another for Tommy. They were simple bouquets of red roses because he was cheesy like that.
They were going to meet at Tommy's that night and when Eddie reached his house, he stayed in the truck a little longer than necessary, just looking at the flowers on the passenger seat. He wondered if he should take them. In the end, he just said fuck it and took the bouquets with him. He knocked on Tommy's door and waited patiently for him to answer.
"Hey, baby," Tommy greeted him cheerily after opening the door.
"Hey," Eddie replied awkwardly.
"Hey, Eds!" Buck appeared behind Tommy. "What's wrong?" He asked with concern in his voice.
"Nothing," Eddie tried to assure him. "Um... I got these for you two!" He quickly told them, handing them the bouquets.
Both of their faces lit up like Christmas trees as they took the flowers from him.
"For our first month anniversary?" Tommy asked.
That took Eddie aback. "You remembered?"
"Of course we did! Doh!" Buck chuckled and stepped aside to let Eddie in.
Once Eddie was inside, both Buck and Tommy planted a kiss on each of his cheeks.
Eddie blushed profusely at that.
"Come on, gotta show you something." Buck took Eddie's hand and led him to the living room.
Eddie turned around to look at Tommy for answers but he just shrugged.
"Ta-da!"
Eddie's eyes widened when he saw the scene before him. There was a table set up for the three of them with all sorts of food and a candle in the middle of the table. There were also two sets of the same red rose bouquet sitting on the table. "Wh-" He started to say in disbelief.
"Happy anniversary, baby!" Tommy said in his ear after wrapping his arms around Eddie's middle.
"I can't believe you guys did this!" Eddie said.
Buck wrapped his arm around Eddie from the front, sandwiching him between himself and Tommy. He kissed Eddie's forehead, making him smile. "You love anniversaries. So could we not celebrate our very first one?"
"How did you know I love anniversaries?" Eddie looked at him confused.
"You told me, silly. Don't you remember?" Buck asked.
"I did?"
"Yeah, you were once telling me about Shannon and how you two enjoyed celebrating every little anniversary together," Buck replied.
"So we figured we should continue the tradition," Tommy added, kissing behind Eddie's ear.
"You two-" Eddie started to say but he really teared up this time. "I can't believe-"
"Well, you better believe, baby," Buck told him and kissed his forehead. "And the best part is that we all ended up bringing each other red roses. We're such saps."
"That we are," Tommy agreed. "There's another first time we haven't had yet. At least not with you," he said pulling away from Eddie.
Buck did too and wrapped his arm around Tommy's waist instead, pulling him close.
"I- I'm still not ready," Eddie told them awkwardly and shifted from one foot to another.
"That's not what we meant, baby," Buck assured him.
Eddie looked at them confused and Tommy chuckled before saying, "Our first kiss. We haven't had that yet."
"But we've kissed before," Eddie told them, still feeling confused.
"Yeah, we kissed at Maddie's wedding when you pulled both of us close and planted a sloppy kiss on our lips. But I am talking about our first proper kiss, where you let us explore that pretty mouth of yours," Buck suggested.
Eddie looked between the two of them and blushed again.
"We of course don't have to if you're not ready," Tommy quickly assured him.
"Yeah, of course not," Buck added.
"No, no, I am ready. I want it. I just- I didn't realize that we haven't kissed since the wedding," Eddie replied.
Buck and Tommy looked at each other before taking each of Eddie's hands and leading him to the couch. They all sat down and Buck pulled Eddie into his lap.
"Do you wanna go first?" Buck asked Tommy.
"No, be my guest," Tommy replied and kissed Buck once.
Eddie felt his heart thrum in his chest as he watched them kiss.
Buck then pulled away and tilted Eddie's chin up, bringing him forward, and kissing him. It was a slow kiss. Very different from the one he shared with Buck and Tommy a month ago. He opened his mouth when Buck's tongue traced his lips and let him in. Buck was respectful and didn't push Eddie. He rested his hands on Eddie's waist and left them there. He also let Eddie set the pace of the kiss. Eddie felt like his whole body was on fire. He grasped onto Buck's shirt and pulled him closer so that he could feel his body and his heart pressed against him. They soon parted for air and looked at each other. "You good?" Buck asked.
"Better than good," Eddie replied and wondered if his lips were swollen just like Buck's.
"Holy shit, that was hot," Tommy chimed in. "I don't know if I'm ready to follow that."
"Tommy just shut up and kiss me," Eddie told him, feeling a bit more confident, and slipped into his lap instead, straddling him.
"God, you're so beautiful," Tommy pointed out and stroked his cheek with his thumb and pointer finger.
Eddie leaned in and kissed him instead. Tommy's arms wound around Eddie's waist and he pulled him closer as he kissed him. Like Buck, he took it slow as well. His lips were rougher than Buck's and waited for Eddie to let him in out of his own will. But when Eddie let him in, it almost felt like he was ready to consume him. His tongue wet and heavy in Eddie's mouth, explored every inch of it and he drew out moans from him, which he then swallowed back. They kept kissing for what seemed like hours before coming up for air.
Eddie felt dazed after kissing him. "You two are going to be the death of me," he told them when he found his voice again.
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Feeling very intrigued about "love is shaped like cities burning"
Aka proposal fic! Named from this song, but I’m thinking I might change the name eventually. @rewritetheending @alyxmastershipper @butchdiaz and @anxieteandbiscuits tagged me for Fuck It Friday, so here is one of the first scenes I ever wrote in this fandom, though it takes place later in the fic (the morning after he’s finally told Maddie he’s getting married, with plans to tell everyone else that weekend)
Buck wakes up with a leg cramp and his toes turning pale and blue.
He can hear Eddie out in the kitchen with Christopher, eating breakfast and getting ready for school, so he lets himself have a private little cry. His eyes are dry and his breathing is steady by the time Eddie sticks his head in to see if Buck is awake. “Morning, sunshine,” he teases, happy and smiling. God. Buck takes another steady breath. “I’m gonna drop Chris off and then I don’t have to be at the station until tonight, so I thought we could go get lunch at that-“
“Eddie,” Buck says calmly. “After you drop Chris off I think you have to take me to the emergency room.”
There is a flurry of activity after this statement.
Eddie wants to take him now, Buck says he can wait (last time it took a few days for a clot to reach his lungs, it’s fine, it’s fine), Eddie examines Buck’s leg and finds a big red bruise-like splotch on his calf, Eddie calls Chim, Eddie calls Carla, Eddie says he’s going to take Buck now, Carla gets there first, and Chris tries to throw a mutiny.
“I want to go with Buck,” he demands, wedging himself into a corner of the kitchen and bracing a crutch against the opposite countertop to make himself immovable. Buck can just see the showdown from where he’s scooted over in bed. Eddie stands hovering in the door way, one hand extended towards Buck in a “stay the fuck down, please” gesture, and one reaching toward his son with a more placating movement.
“It’s alright,” Buck calls, “I’m okay, Chris, really, I’m okay. I just gotta go to the doctors to… make sure something doesn’t become a problem. But it’s not a problem yet! You can go to school, your dad’s gonna take real good care of me and I’ll see you tonight!”
Chris looks like he’s not going to let it go when Chim walks in. He leans against the counter next to the kid, casual and calm as anything. “Hey bud. Aren’t you gonna be late?” Chris glares and Chim throws up his hands. “Hey, hey! I know you’re worried. How about you come with me and we check Buck out before you go?”
So Buck gets examined a second time. Chim looks at his purple-y foot, wrinkling his nose which makes Chris laugh a little despite himself. He shows Chris the spot on the back of Buck’s leg, holds Chris’s hand over it to feel the heat it radiates. Eddie stands watching with his arms crossed until Buck reaches out a hand. Eddie takes it and sits next to him on the bed as Chim and Chris finish their examination.
“Alright. It’s good Buck was watching out! Now we can take him to get the medicine he needs to take care of this.”
“Do you have to have a surgery?" His voice is so quiet, so much younger than he is in this moment of fear, it twists right up in Buck's insides. "Do you have to stay there again?”
“No, Superman,” Buck says, ignoring Eddie’s protesting hand on his shoulder as he sits up a little and pulls Chris into a hug. “Just some regular medicine. I’ll go to the doctors for a few hours and see you tonight, like I said.”
Chris looks to Chimney for confirmation, and then man nods with a reassuring smile. “He’s gonna be just fine.”
Chris is still as he thinks it over before he finally nods into Buck’s shoulder. “I love you, Buck. I’ll see you later.”
Buck takes another deep breath so he doesn’t tear up and freak the kid out again. “Love you- I love you too. Learn a lot so you can tell me all about it.”
"I'm glad you called," Chimney says quietly, hand on Buck's knee in the car on the way to the hospital. They're both sitting in the back seat, and Eddie's shoulders are set in a stiff, unhappy line in the front of the car. "It could have been- it would have been bad if you'd thrown another clot, Buck. Your lungs… you've been through a lot. I don't know what it would have done to you." He smiles a little, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Our Buckaroo, all grown up and telling people about his problems before they nearly kill him. We should throw a party."
"Oh, perfect," Buck says, jostling his knee a little to bounce Chim's hand around. "Needed a place to cough up some blood."
Chimney coughs out a laugh and shakes his head. "You little shit."
"Ah, you love me." I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Chim squeezes his knee.
When they arrive he only sticks around long enough for Buck to get a bed. “Gotta go reassure your sister you haven’t spontaneously combusted somehow,” he says, grinning, though he hugs Buck a little tighter than usual.
And then they just gotta wait. It's a blood clot, of course it is, but clearly nothing's broken off yet and become anything worse so he just needs some anticoagulants and a few hours of observation. There’s an IV drip in Buck’s arm, a nurse comes by every hour or so to check on his progress, but mostly they’re just stuck there in a dim little curtained room.
“Sorry,” Buck sighs. “It would have been nice to get lunch.”
“You’re his father, too.” Eddie is holding Buck’s hand tight and staring at one of the curtains.
“Huh?” Buck says, elegantly.
“You said ‘Your dads gonna take care of me.’ You’re his dad too.”
Buck stares at him. “Look at me.” He always wants Eddie to look at him. Maybe he can put that in the nuptials, somehow. Keep your eyes on me, as long as we both shall live.
Eddie looks at him. “What? I already put you in the will, Buck, years ago.”
“But-“
“But what? You love him. You would do anything for him. You’re a part of our family. You’re his dad.” He says it like it’s simple and obvious and inarguable, like there is a Buck shaped hole in the world for him to slot perfectly into. "So don't… make yourself less. You don't have to make yourself smaller to fit anyplace." Eddie's gaze drifts again, like it's easier to say these things that are rattling Buck's bones around like Yahtzee dice if he's not making eye contact. "I like the space you take up. You can have as much as you want. I'd give you all of it."
"Look at me!" Buck is sure he sounds a little crazy and it's because he feels a little crazy. Eddie turns his head, startled, and huffs out a laugh at whatever he sees.
"What, Buck?" He asks it with his eyebrows crooked and a little smile on his face, and it's so nice to see after how worried he'd looked all day that Buck breaks out into a grin, which makes Eddie laugh again. "You're very weird."
"Well, you already said you'd marry me so you can't take that back."
"I wouldn't," Eddie says, so soft and fond and reassuring, smile lighting up his eyes. He tilts his head down and Buck claps his hands on his cheeks to pull his line of sight back up, and Eddie laughs so hard it shakes Buck's arms. "Okay, okay, oh my god!" He scoots his chair to face the bed. "I'm right here. I'm looking at you."
Buck’s mind feels like its going 100 miles an hour. "We have to get safety razors or he’ll be all patchy.”
Eddie looks baffled, which Buck really relates to. “What conversation are we having?”
“I don’t know!” Buck throws his hands in the air before quickly grabbing Eddie’s face again. Eddie purses his lips in a desperate attempt to not crack up again. “I just became a father! I have to teach him how to shave! And I was real bad at that at first! Cuts everywhere and I never got it all, there was always weirdly long hairs leftover and we can’t let Chris go out looking that dumb.”
“Okay,” Eddie nods earnestly, like anything that Buck has ever said is reasonable. “We’ll get safety razors, and I won’t stop looking at you.”
They stay like that until the next nurse check in, and though Buck has to move his arms Eddie never breaks eye contact.
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Ok, so, I'm ecstatic about 7x04, I'm just so happy it happened. Of course, that's not my endgame relationship but it is perfect!
I just wanna talk about Maddie for a sec', like that girl knew all along that Buck was bi just not aware of it before now. With all her comments about bi Buck over the seasons: the boy crush over Eddie, the setting up with her coworker, the heart in the calendar... (So much more I can't think about right now) and I loved how she was not having Buck showing his jealousy with violence (she knows how that end, of course, she has some strong opinion about it)
And yeah the whole episode is about some kind of jealousy coming from Buck and it was greatly addressed. Because you can feel jealous about everything it doesn't have to be romantic jealousy (yeah I'm talking about the Buddie scenes) and I do think that Buck is really interested in Tommy and that makes sense! Most of us already have a crush, but that doesn't stop us from finding someone else to our taste. Plus Eddie is so out of Buck's mind about sexuality right now. When you spend that much time with someone and you put it in the friendship's box for so long, of course, it's gonna take some time to change your point of view on it. You can love your best friend and never take a step towards a romantic relationship even if somewhere in yourself you see it could be a beautiful romantic one.
We know both Buck and Eddie know they are co-parenting Chris, and spending a lot of time together. They are, they're perfectly in sync with each other so, yeah, when someone puts that relationship on the line you're not gonna like it, especially since it was just the two of them for so long.
And the relationship Tommy x Buck makes so much sense to me, I'm bi myself and I was mostly with the opposite gender because it's easier but when I searched for same-sex relationships I took experienced people for the first time (not everyone's gonna do that obvi) but it was reassuring for me and you can let yourself pushed in the right direction, you can take your time getting to know what you like, you let yourself be swooned by the other and it's perfect. Buck didn't fully know he was attracted to men apparently (even... Duh, you are dude, since the beginning, like just look at 2x01...) but guess what, people lie to themselves without even knowing they're doing it, so yeah. I can buy Buck not knowing men were an option. And then you have this beautiful opportunity with a great guy (super cool, good-looking, doing a lot of activities...) and this guy happens to be gay and out. (I think?) I love that relationship because I do think Tommy is a great guy, I do think he's gonna be perfect for Buck for his first-ever gay relationship.
And can we just talk about how great Tommy is, like yeah, he kissed Buck with his hand under his chin, just a peck but enough to make Buck feel things about it too! And he stopped there! He stopped, I'm sorry but I don't have that much strength in me, I'm not even sure I would have stopped and gone to work that easily... Damn! And even after the kiss, the man asked twice if it was okay? Well, my dude, if it wasn't I think Buck would have pushed you away wayyy sooner, that was a long as fuck kind of kiss! Buck being flustered right after is so cute, I love it, but just look at how Tommy is looking at Buck's shirt when he asks him on a date, yeah clearly Tommy wants a naked Buck right away but he still stopped himself! What a great guy, he knew Buck wasn't very aware of his own flirting (with all the smiles, the questions, the interest... Ah damn Buck you're so oblivious of yourself!). That's what makes it so special for me.
I really want this relationship to continue for the whole season, I do think it's great, that Buck gets the time to explore, and we see a bit more of Tommy (which I kind of like). Eddie's still in a relationship with Marisol and I don't want Buck and Eddie to jump their bones just because Buck has a boyfriend, I want them to find that: hey we do everything together already, I really like you and oh damn, lately you make my d*ck hard so why not try a romantic relationship together? Like, I'm pretty sure if Buddie becomes canon they'll see it doesn't change that much, they'll just kiss instead of tapping each other's shoulders...
What I want too in this season, is for Buck to notice other guys. So Tommy is kind of his type (no shit... Army guy, muscles, sporty blahblahblah) it makes Eddie his type too, I want some "oh moment" like damn, he's sexy, even if he's in a relationship (doesn't mean you can't look) and then guys on calls too. Because Buck just opened that door and now he's gonna see a lot of other people under a new light. I want that, I want him to explore, and find out what he likes or doesn't, I want a whole arc about Buck finding what was missing in him. Because it is a journey, it's not a one-time thing, it's a whole new world right in front of him and it's awesome!
Even if Tommy doesn't stay (no one said you can't be friends with your exes (especially in the LGBTQ+ community)... But whatever) and even if Buck ends up with a woman after (He Is Still Bi, it's a possibility) I'm already glad it happened, I want more obviously, and at some point I'd really like to have some Buddie even if it's gonna be difficult because Eddie has been straight his whole life and he does the "right thing" if you know what I mean: marrying the first girl you date, having a kid with that same one, going into relationships and staying in it because his son likes them... Eddie's open about other's sexuality but not so much about himself, plus what would make sense. I could see Bi Buck from season 1 (I don't know, the vibe maybe?) but in all honesty I see it less in Eddie, so maybe something like demisexuality? And even there it doesn't quite add up with the relationships he already had (except for Shanon but the others not so much, at least it wasn't shown that way to me). But guess what? I'm not the writers if they want to put Buddie (And I hope they do) they'll find a way (even if Eddie has just a thing for Buck it'll be fine to me, no one else but you) but if they don't I'm just gonna read and read some beautiful fanfic about them! Because they are together in my head and no one can take that from me. I want a freaking slow burn between them.
Anyway, I think I started to ramble a bit in this post. Look what you're doing to me ABC! You can disagree or not I don't care, in a few words: I think 7x04 was well-written and well-played. I want more of Tommy x Buck (because they're freaking cute!) and I want a lot more of self-discovering and I hope for some Buddie, can't take that from me too. So... Now I'm gonna re-watch that scene for the hundredth time...
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Buddie (One-Shot)
So I ended up writing a Buddie one-shot. Here ya go.
Disclaimer:
This is an AU fanfic one-shot so not everything is accurately based on the show. Not that good though as it's been years since the last time I wrote anything. Haha. I hope you like it, still.
It's in Buck's POV so I didn't go much into Eddie's perspective and realization journey.
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"So, how's things with Tommy?" Maddie asks Buck as they both sit down at the table.
"Uh...it didn't work out," Buck answers, avoiding looking at Maddie as he places food on his plate.
Maddie, though not entirely surprised, still the news is new to her as she thought that Buck and Tommy would go on for a little bit longer.
"Buck, what happened? What did you do?"
This time, Buck looks at Maddie with a disappointed look on his face, and says, "So, whenever a relationship of mine fails, your first assumption is that I was the one who fucked it up?"
"Well, no. But it's just that Tommy seems a really nice guy and, like, you were both kinda into each other."
"Yeah, well, he's really nice and I like him and he likes me, but...I guess you're right, I was the one who did something wrong."
"Okay, now, so what did you do?"
"It's not exactly what I did but something that I didn't really realize until Tommy pointed it out to me."
"Oh, for god's sake, Buck, spill it."
"I'm in love with Eddie..." Buck quietly said as if he's telling himself that. But it is the first time he has admitted it - that he tells himself it and believes it. It is the first time that he finally acknowledges his feelings for Eddie and knows they're real and he accepts it.
"Finally. Took you long enough," Maddie comments, making Buck look at her with surprise written all over his face.
"You knew?" Buck asks his sister in disbelief.
"Well, yeah. It's pretty much obvious."
"And you didn't care to tell me? "
"Buck, I know I'm your sister and I am always willing to help you and do things for you, but this is not something that I should have done for you."
"You could've just at least told me what was 'obvious.'"
"I was always dropping hints, you know. You were just too oblivious to your actual feelings for him. And I shouldn't just tell you you're in love with your best friend when you haven't even come to terms with yourself yet. I know you really don't brush it off when I joke about you being attracted to men, but have you really acknowledged that with yourself?"
Buck didn't answer, because it's already pretty obvious what the answer is.
"Exactly," Maddie says, accepting the silent answer. "You needed to realize first who you are, Buck, on your own, before you deal with your feelings for Eddie."
Buck sighs, "Yeah, you're right."
"Well, you did great, Buck, in figuring out who you really are and I'm so proud of you. Even though you almost deeply embarrassed yourself in the process and injured Eddie."
Buck tightly smiles.
"So, what do you plan on doing?"
"About what?"
"About your feelings with Eddie. I mean, it took you YEARS to realize that, and now that you do, what are planning on doing? Are you gonna tell him?"
"What? No! He's with Marisol and I don't think Eddie will ever be into a guy, much less me."
"Hmm-mmm," Maddie responds with a knowing look and an eyebrow raised.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, Buck. Eddie and you really need some sense knocked into you - HARD. You two are inseparable. You always have your own world. You have things that only you two know and do together. Something happens to one of you, the first person you go to is each other. You understand each other like no other people can. I mean I'm your sister but Eddie knows how to handle you better than me. And hell, you are even raising Christopher together. Eddie's not just doing this whole parenting thing alone because you two are already doing it. You are even the first person Christopher runs to if something happens with him and Eddie. You're practically his second dad."
"You know, that's pretty much what Tommy also told me. The whole co-parenting Christopher thing with Eddie. But well, I'm his legal guardian so might as well start now, right?"
"Legal guardian?!" Maddie asks clearly surprised by this news as Buck never mentioned this to her before.
"Well, Eddie listed me to be Chris' legal guardian in case something happens to him. But let's hope that will never happen."
"How come I just know about this now?"
"Well, I don't think that it should be announced to everyone. I mean, it's something between me and Eddie."
"See what I'm talking about?"
"No, I don't, Maddie. What's your point?"
"My point is you and Eddie have been so into each other ever since you met but it's either you two are in denial or too stupid to realize it. Well, in your case, most likely the second one since Tommy had to point it out to you for you to realize it."
Buck laughs humorlessly, not believing Maddie about Eddie also having feelings for him. "I am telling you, Maddie. You are wrong about Eddie."
"Well, there's only one way to find out, right? Tell him how you feel."
"He's with Marisol. He's happy with his relationship now. I can't just ruin that for him."
"You'll never know, Buck, unless you try."
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Buck is cooking when suddenly there is a knock on his door. Wondering who might it be as he's not expecting any guests, he goes over to it and is surprised to see Eddie standing on the other side with a frustrated look on his face.
"Marisol and I broke up," Eddie says, stepping inside Buck's apartment before Buck can even say anything.
Buck closes the door and asks, "What happened? I thought things were going great?"
"I thought so too," Eddie says, going to Buck's fridge and getting himself a beer. He opens the bottle and leans against the counter as he continues, "But it turns out, it's not. I mean, she's great. She loves Christopher. But I just feel like that's there's something missing, you know. I like her. But not enough for me to stay in the relationship."
"Hold on, Eds. What exactly happened that led to this break-up? This is not Ana 2.0, right?"
Eddie looks at Buck then sighs and says, "She said 'I love you' and I just couldn't say it back. I don't wanna lie, Buck."
"Oh..."
"Yeah. Well, at least one of us has it going good."
"Actually, Tommy and I...it didn't work out."
"What?!"
"Yeah..."
"What happened?"
"I realized I wasn't into him like I thought I was. Well, after he pointed it out to me."
"He told you that you were not into him?" Eddie asks, confused.
"No. He told me that I'm already in love with someone else."
"Who? Is there something that you weren't telling me?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why? Buck, it's me. We tell each other everything."
"Not this one, Eds."
Eddie gives him a look of being offended and says, "So when I am the one keeping something from you, you won't stop nagging at me until I tell you what it is, but here you are, huh?"
"I don't nag at you, you know. I just persuade you into telling me."
"And yet, I still tell you. But you just won't. That's unfair, Buck."
"I'm sorry, Eds. I just can't tell you this one."
"Why? Do I know that person? Do you think I will judge you?"
"No."
"Then tell me who it is."
"No."
"Come on, Buck. Tell me. Maybe I can help you with it."
Buck chuckles, "No, I can't tell you."
"You can't see Christopher for a week if you won't tell me."
"Oh, come on, Eddie, that's not fair."
"You're the one who's not being fair. Why don't you just tell me who it is that you're in love with and you keep your rights of seeing Christopher every day."
"You can't do this, Eddie."
"I can and I just did. So it's your choice, Buckley."
"I really can't tell you."
"Okay, then. No Christopher for a week."
Frustrated, Buck says, "You can't just use your son to extort me."
"Then, tell me. Come on, Evan. Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me."
Now, even more frustrated and with Maddie's words repeating in his head, Buck lets out a sigh as he says, "Fine." Then he walks over to Eddie, grabs his face, and crashes his lips against his.
To say Eddie is caught off guard is an understatement. His eyes are wide and he froze on where he is standing. He even almost dropped the bottle of beer in his hand.
"Happy now?" Buck asks as he pulls away and looks at Eddie who stares at him in shock. Buck drops his hands and steps back a bit.
As Eddie recovers from his shock, he puts the bottle down on the counter, and without a word, he walks out of the apartment, leaving Buck standing in the middle of his kitchen alone.
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"I took your advice - kinda - and I'm pretty sure I just ruined my friendship with Eddie forever. I may not even be able to see Christopher ever again," Buck tells Maddie over the phone.
Ever since Eddie left him the night before, they have never talked. Eddie never called or even just texted him and Buck just doesn't have the nerve to reach out to Eddie after what he did.
"I'm sorry, Buck," was all Maddie can say.
"Well, you're still right. I will never know unless I try, and I did, and now I know."
"Have you tried reaching out to him?"
"And say what? 'I'm sorry I kissed you and I'm in love with you?'"
"Well, you can't just avoid each other forever because of one kiss. You two need to talk about it and move past it. You still work together, Buck. It will just be awkward if you don't fix this now, and everyone will notice it."
"But, I'm scared, Mads."
"But you have to. And you better do it before today ends because you'll be seeing each other tomorrow at work."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll try."
"Good luck."
Buck hangs up and slumps back into his bed with a frustrated groan. What is he going to say to Eddie? How is he going to make Eddie talk to him? But still, he knows Maddie is right and he needs to talk to Eddie no matter what. Despite his feelings for him, Eddie's still his best friend and he can't just throw that away because he ends up falling in love with him.
Throughout the day, Buck tries to call or text Eddie but he doesn't know what to say, and he's pretty sure Eddie won't answer him. So finally, he makes a decision of just going over to his house and talk to him in person.
It's already a bit late when he checks his watch, but he knows Eddie is still up at this hour. He grabs his keys and drives over to Eddie's house.
As he gets there, he hesitantly knocks on his door. As he waits for Eddie to answer, he just gets more and more nervous that he thinks he's going to have a panic attack.
Then Eddie opens the door and Buck stands there not able to say anything and just looks at Eddie in surprise.
Confused, Eddie says, "Hey, Buck. Is everything okay?"
Buck recovers, clears his throat, and says, "Can we talk?"
Eddie knows what this is about and he too knows that they need to talk about it rather sooner than later. So he steps aside and lets Buck inside his house.
As Eddie closes the door, Buck asks, "Is Christopher already in bed?"
"Uh, yeah. He went to sleep early tonight. Big day tomorrow."
"Oh...yeah. The field trip thing."
"Yeah..."
Then it was silence and the two men stand in the middle of Eddie's living room awkwardly. Couldn't take it anymore, Buck takes up the courage and says, "I'm so sorry, Eds. Everything just happened kinda all at once, you know? I mean, me figuring out who I really am and then realizing my feelings for you...I didn't mean to just drop it all like that on you."
"Well, to be fair to you, I was the one who forced you to tell me who it is."
"Only that you didn't expect it to be you."
"Right."
"And I understand if after this you would not be friends with me anymore. Just let me know if you want to keep a distance between us. Just that...just don't ban me from seeing Christopher. You know how much I love that kid."
Confused and surprised from hearing what Buck just said, Eddie asks, "Why are you saying that? Why would you think that I would ban you from seeing Christopher?"
"Well, I don't know...I mean, now you know I'm in love with you and you may be weirded out about it and you may be weirded out by me..."
"What? Buck, why are you saying that?"
"Well, because you walked out on me after I kissed you and I know you're pretty pissed at me and may never want to see me again."
"Do you think we're standing here now if I feel that way?"
Buck doesn't answer so Eddie sighs and says, "Alright. I know I walked out and I didn't reach out to you after. I'm sorry about that. But it wasn't because I was mad or weirded out, Buck. I was in shock that I couldn't say anything and I had to process everything first, okay? I've been meaning to talk to you, I just didn't know how..."
"So, you're not mad at me?" Buck asks in a hopeful tone.
Eddie sighs and decides that he better say everything now. "No. I wasn't mad at you. I can never be mad at you, Buck. You see, after I left your place last night, all I did was think about everything and I realized a lot of things too. About you and about myself.
"Ever since I met you, Buck, I immediately got these strong feelings for you - this attachment to you. You've become a very important person in not just my life but in my son's too. You are not just a friend to us, Buck. You are our family. You are practically Christopher's dad too, you know? I wouldn't have been able to raise Christopher without you. I won't be able to make a good life here in LA without you. There's no one in this world I would do all this with but you, Buck. And that's pretty much why I can't make any relationship work with other people. Because they are NOT you. It took me a while to realize that. Well, it's pretty much Carla who spelled it all out for me this morning, and she's right. I already have my home and my own family here and that's Christopher and you."
"What are you trying to say, Eds?" Buck asks, tearful and hopeful.
Eddie chuckles then walks over to Buck and this time, it is he who pulls Buck to him and kisses him deeply.
Buck is surprised but he manages to catch on quickly and responds to Eddie's kiss as his arms find their way around Eddie's body.
As they pull away, Buck looks at Eddie with a smile that says he just can't believe what just happened. Eddie smiles back at him and says, "I love you too, Evan."
"Finally!" They hear Christopher say, making them both turn in his direction in surprise. "Took you a long time to realize that."
"I thought you were already sleeping," Eddie says with a chuckle as he goes over to Christopher.
"I was but you two are so loud talking."
"Sorry, buddy," Buck says.
"It's okay. I'm happy now that you finally know now that you love each other the way you do. It was frustrating to wait for you to realize that, you know."
"So, you already know before us?" Buck asks.
"I mean, it was pretty obvious."
"Why do you all keep saying that?"
Christopher laughs.
"So, you're okay with me and Buck?" Eddie asks Chris.
"Yeah, and I've been telling my friends already since before that I got two dads. You and Buck."
Buck laughs and then smiles as he fondly looks at Eddie and Chris. And hell yeah, he loves them so much. His two boys. His family.
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Car Safety; Worried Parents
You already know, let's just hop in.
Harry getting his license was nerve-wracking. Not for him, for Athena. She'd seen many reckless teenagers lose control while driving. So when Harry got his permit, she had the excuse of still being the one driving, or at least being able to make sure he was safe. With the license, he would be alone.
Bobby was nervous too. Mainly because he didn't want to go on a call and see his kid(yes he saw Harry as his own) in the wrecked car. He and Michael were both trying to look for a car that wasn't over the top for Harry's first. May wasn't worried, she trusted Harry. She just made him promise she wouldn't receive a call while she was working about him.
"I know that will be me when Chris gets his license," Eddie said in the loft of the firehouse. Bobby had shared the news that Harry had gotten his license and decided to wait to get a car. Smart choice with how the market was right now.
"I'm worried that Denny will use it as an excuse to leave whenever we're in arguments. Driving while you are angry is the most dangerous." Hen said. Chimney was contemplating how old he would even let Jee-Yun get close to the driver's seat.
"Harry's a smart kid. He's Athena's. He'll be fine on the road when he gets his car."
"You better not give him your Jeep Buck," Bobby warned his surrogate son.
"Don't worry, saving that for Jee-Yun."
"Don't you dare Buckley. Besides why not give it to Chris?" Eddie raised an eyebrow and gave Buck an, 'Oh yeah?', look despite the comment being Chimney's.
"Cause then I'd end up sleeping in the car. Besides Chris already called dibs on the truck."
"Which he'll get when we get another one. So don't even think about it." Raising his hands in defense, he walked behind the counter to help Bobby with lunch. After eating peacefully, the alarm went off and they ran to the truck.
"Alright, we gotta car crash. A Jeep Wrangler and a Lambo." Ravi winced at imaging the ways it could've happened. No matter what, both people in the cars were probably okay. It was a rainy day so either of the cars could have lost control from the wet cement.
When they arrived at the scene, they saw Athena who looked scared. She walked up to the team and debriefed them.
"Teenager in the jeep. Seventeen, turning eighteen tomorrow. The father was in the copilot seat. Lambo was an older man. Had to handcuff him." She explained pointing at the 40-year-old-looking man. Who was cursing the kid across from him. The poor kid looked terrified.
"Already questioned him, I need you guys to get the parent out, he's knocked unconscious." Looking behind her, they were able to see the jeep tipped on its right side. Through the windshield, they could see the father's face. With blood dripping down slightly. Rushing into action they were able to pull him out and make sure he was alive.
When he felt that someone was holding him, he stirred a bit.
"Sir, we're gonna help you out. Can you tell me your name?"
"Mm, Patrick Mendieta. My son, where is he?" He slurred out trying to break free weakly while looking for his kid.
"He's safe sir don't worry."
"You don't understand, he had top surgery a few months ago. Stitches are closed completely but-,"
"In that case, we'll double-check. Right now we need to get you to the hospital to fix up that head of yours." Hen told him while Buck went to go check on the kid.
"Hey there, what's your name?"
"Oliver. I swear it wasn't my fault. We were just driving like normal and he came out of nowhere."
"Yeah right! You were going too fucking slow! Idiot children, don't have no respect-"
"Sir, calm down before I make you," Buck said, effectively making him shut up. Looking back at the kid, he saw the tears streaming down his face. Anger in his eyes.
"He wasn't watching the speed limit. And somehow it's my fault to be careful in the rain."
"I know kid, trust me he'll get reprimanded. Right now I need to make sure you're okay. Your door took the hit it seems." Oliver looked back to his car to realize that Buck was right.
The driver's side was dented, which made the fault immediately go to the other driver. With that he let Buck examine him. Few bruised ribs and a sprained wrist. Nothing serious but would have to go to the doctor to check his back.
After sending the kid away, they dealt with any more issues the rain had caused before heading back to the firehouse. Athena had gotten there early and was sitting at the dinner table eating the food she made for dinner.
"Athena?"
"Couldn't go back immediately. Not after that. Can't stop thinking about Harry." Massaging her shoulders, Bobby made sure she was relaxed before driving back out on patrol.
When the shift ended Eddie and Buck gave Chris an extra long hug. Hen gave Denny another pop quiz on how to handle driving in the rain, and Athena did not let Harry drive any car for a month after that. Not without initial protest. However, it turned to guilt after hearing about the accident from his classmate Oliver.
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Rent the Space Inside My Mind
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Summary: During a hazy afternoon y'all get a little lost in your heads. Eddie tells you a really funny joke.
A/N: Jesus christ this got away from me. I've had this open for two weeks (???) just chipping away and rewriting and deleting everything. I need it off my phone. I'm so sick of looking at it! I really hope you guys enjoy it! This one gets a little spicy? Nothing crazy, just some daydreaming and just All of The Pining Imaginable. I'm not sick of these two being oblivious yet, so strap in friends. (AlsoAlso, just tossing this out there this is 18+, and will just get worse as it goes on so like don't interact if your a lil baby please) Y'all wanna see the gif again?
Friday afternoons were very specifically You and Eddie hangout hours. Typically quiet, never boring, it now usually started with a blunt since someone (you) had broken someone else’s ( Eddie’s) bong. It had truly been an honest mistake and while Eddie held no grudges, he did miss watching you pull on the thick smoke, so many thoughts rushing at him in those few precious seconds. You’d cough, eyes watering and he’d wonder if you’d make the same sounds with him buried in your mouth.
Slow your roll, cowboy.
It’d been maybe an hour since you kicked his bedroom door in, a McDonald’s bag held in either hand.
“Oh my queen, is that what I think it is?”
“Literally six large fries dude.”
You toss one bag at him where he’s laying on his bed, and beeline for his dresser to drop your stuff. You glance up at his first love while you shuck your jacket off and he’s obviously watching you because he playfully says “Go on, give her a kiss. You know you want to.”
Looking over, you’re 100 percent right. Fries sticking out his mouth, he’s got that shit eating grin plastered on his face, his dimples deep and soft and you just want to grab him there with your thumb and middle finger pressed in and push him back into his pillow.
“I’m not kissing your guitar.” You say flatly.
You on the other hand…
He pouts at you while you start digging around the top drawer, looking for the party supplies.
“You know, I wouldn’t go all haphazard in my drawers like that if I were you.”
“What, afraid I’m gonna find something dirty again?” You throw that over your shoulder while you search for the pre roll you know should be in there.
“Ha ha ha”, Eddie mock laughs, getting up from the bed to open a different drawer in the dresser. “I moved it, made more sense over here.” He pulls out a small wooden box and closes the drawer quick. You quirk an eyebrow at him and dart your eyes between him and the drawer his hand is still on. He just smiles easy and shakes the wooden box at you.
“Oh look at you, a whole box now? What, loose weed in your socks not your thing anymore?” You tease him and pluck it out of his hands to dig through it.
“Aha!”, the blunt you had so lovingly rolled on Wednesday in his van, parked outside of your own trailer before you went in for the night. Made like a pinkie promise for Friday afternoon, he’d taken it with a bow of his head; a knight receiving the fair lady’s favor.
“I’ll guard it with my life.” He meant it too.
Eddie had watched you, completely enraptured, run the tip of your pink tongue along a seam of the blunt, the smallest glint of metal peaking out of your mouth. He had tried being as sly as he could be, but he was sure he’d been actively panting by the time you handed it to him. This little fucking thing clutched in his hand had seen more action from you than he ever would. For that, it stayed in his possession.
“You better, that’s the last of that bag.” You’d held the empty ziplock up when you got out of the van, shrugging at him. Eddie promised to pick up only the best from Rick before Friday, so you dug forty bucks out of your wallet for him.
He’d long ago stopped arguing with you about paying since you were the one with an actual job. The bookstore downtown took up three of your afternoons normally, which is why Friday Fundays were created. If Hellfire wasn’t meeting and he didn’t have band practice, he’d sometimes bum around bothering you and your few coworkers.
They had all taken a liking to Eddie, firstly because he was pretty well read, and could quote Tolkien at them fast as lighting. Most of the older women you worked with were just as easily charmed by his big dimpled smile and his abundance of ‘ma’am’s’.
Secondly, he was typically quiet but always respectful so because of this, every single one of them had asked you on multiple occasions if you two had started dating yet. Always prefaced with a big sigh, you’d tell them ‘Why no, of course not, he is actually just my friend.’ It would always end with them tittering and smiling, talking about how boys were never friends with girls like that when they were younger.
“Georgia, it’s 1983, times do change.” You’d reminded your coworker one evening while you both watched Eddie rifling through books on a bottom shelf. Georgia had leveled a look at you and said, “I think after 62 years, I’d see when a boy likes a girl.” You’d wanted to remind Georgia of her coke bottle glasses but kept that one to yourself.
Eddie didn’t like you, not like that. You were positive. The two of you had come together as friends, nothing more. It wasn’t his fault you’d turned 16 and suddenly became aware of his dimples when he smiled at you, or how big his hands were when he’d grab at you when the two of you roughhoused. You’d kept this attraction on complete lockdown for two years and you weren’t about to let Georgia from the bookstore pry it out of you.
Firstly, and Most Importantly, he was your pit buddy. Very early on in the friendship, still both 15 and fresh faced and trying desperately to get into local shows, you’d realized you were both pretty hardy individuals. After saving Eddie from a beating by a Senior boy and then the next week starting a fight over one of the first uses of ‘Freak’ towards him, it’d given both of you an idea of what you could handle.
And it was glorious.
You’d only ever had girlfriends before meeting Eddie and while you did genuinely like doing the girly things, no one ever wanted to do the tomboy things with you. Now though you suddenly had someone who wasn’t afraid of getting into it with you, especially in the middle of a crowd of moving bodies. The first show had been some local band playing just outside of Hawkins, they were metal-ish and loud and fast and it was everything Eddie had promised it’d be. The two of you had spent the hour after the show waiting for your mom and wrestling in the grass next to the venue, taking turns throwing each other on the ground. That night had been the most fun you’d had in a long time and by the time you both climbed into the back of your mom’s station wagon you were breathless and covered in grass and laughing.
Your mom dropped Eddie off with Wayne, apologizing for the dirt child she was leaving on his doorstep.
“I have no idea what happened in an hour.” She’d kind of laughed, and Wayne waved her off telling her Eddie had come home looking worse.
“Tell Ms. Helen thank you.” Wayne said, herding him inside while Eddie yelled out goodbyes and thank you’s. On the short ride to your trailer on the backend of the park, your mom had tried to grill you for information about Eddie. You were honest with her, that the grass and dirt was from play fighting and the few cuts on your knees were from going nuts during the concert. Obviously she was concerned, but she admitted to you before turning the car off,
“I’m just happy you’re making friends hun, that’s all I want.”
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Holed up in Eddie’s room, the window cracked just barely to help circulate air and keep as much warm in, you take your normal position on the floor, leaned up against the bed. His head is hanging off the edge while he tries to blow smoke rings.
He waves the blunt in front your face and you wave him off while you dig through your book bag to find your D&D notes. Diamond Head is on low in the background and you hum along while you look for the scribbles you’d jotted down during lunch earlier.
“What tragic character have you created now?” His voice is deep from the smoke and the angle he has his head tilted at. You don’t even chance a glance sideways, just clench your jaw and flex your toes in your shoes.
“No one new, I was thinking of some like, extra story for my cleric.”
“Oh Christ, not the corn god again.”
“Yes the corn god, all praise Helio.” You say it with no emotion but hold your hands up in praise above you. Eddie rolls his eyes and copies you, muttering ‘Praise Helio’ under his breath.
The two of you fall into quiet conversation, passing the blunt back and forth until it’s hard to pinch, stubbed out in the ashtray next to your leg.
Honestly you thought Eddie had fallen asleep with how quiet he was so you’d shifted away from the bed to lay next to it on the floor. Engrossed in notes from one of Eddie’s DM binders (and a good steady high), you don’t notice him slowly moving to keep you in his line of sight. He had been close to sleep but you shifting had stirred up your perfume from your hair and pulled him from his daze. Something sweet and deep that hung around his room long after you’d left.
He had only recently really admitted to himself just how head over heels he was for you so this attention he was leveling at you was still surprising to him. In fact, he’d picked up a new little habit: small things of yours that just happened to find their way into his pocket. Stuff you’d never really miss but little things that made him think of you. Hair clips that he actually used sometimes. A few chapsticks and one of your eyeliner pencils, a guitar pick you’d use when messing with his acoustic and a minifig that he knew you were looking for but it wasn’t important to this campaign so it didn’t matter right now. If a t-shirt of yours found its way in there it was none of his business.
Under the assorted stolen tchotchkes was a single Polaroid he kept tucked deep in the drawer under the little cigar box he’d handed over to you earlier.
That lived face down in the drawer lest you almost accidentally ever see it again. He’s not a pervert (Don’t lie to yourself Munson) but this was an accidental photo taken at an opportune time. Halloween the year before and you had shown up to his trailer in an Elvira getup that had Eddie clutching the counter to stay upright. Complete with black wig and tits out to the universe he was sure he’d never seen so much of you on display. Standing in the doorway you’d had to call his name a few times before he invited you in, Eddie stuck in a staring contest with your chest. You’d done a little half turn for him once inside where he all but vomited compliments at you over your painfully accurate costume. If he followed you around like a dog all night, it was only to make sure he was somehow marking you as untouchable to everyone else.
This was just one of the rich kids parties so Eddie was there to sell and you had tagged along for an excuse to dress up. Normally Eddie would plant himself in his van for an hour or two and then head home but you seemed to be enjoying the party, even though you barely left his side. He never actually partied with this crowd of rich assholes but the combination of you, beer, and everyone being moderately decent to him all night lent to him letting his guard down. By the time midnight had rolled around the two of you were a drunk giggling mess, looking everywhere for the wig you had eventually torn off in the heat of the house.
The morning had snuck up on you though, both of you jolted awake by an errant ray of light seeping through the blinds in the strange living room. You found your shoes by the front door and you two snuck out to Eddie’s van and headed home.
It wasn’t until he was sat outside his own trailer, smoking before heading in, that he found the Polaroid in the breast pocket of his jacket. Eddie had found a camera at some point, he can vaguely remember that. And he had taken this crooked photo of you, legs stretched out and propped up in front of you with the slit of your dress hiked up around your hip. Your head thrown back against the couch while a cigarette hung out of the corner of your mouth. The long line of your neck mapping a trail down to the deep cut neckline and just cleavage for days. Eddie stares and stares for so long before he notices in the bottom corner of the photo, your hand resting on his thigh, painted black nails digging into the dark denim.
It takes his forgotten cigarette burning down to the filter and burning his finger to snap him out of his lust daze.
That photo had lived beside his bed for a good while, serving as a bookmark in many things. (Which is how you’d almost found it one afternoon in his copy of Salem’s Lot.)
He’d stare at it before bed, imagining whatever scenario he could that involved you crawling over that couch and devouring him. Your lips painted dark red, leaving marks all over his neck and you hair, curled and soft from being pinned up all night dragging over his shoulder. He’d never been with a girl that had really taken her time with him but he imagined you would. He knew how soft your hands were, could imagine what they’d feel like dragging down his ribs over his stomach, tugging at his belt. You’d push his shirt up while pulling his jeans down and look up at him with that glint in your eye, the one you’d get before you really threw yourself fully into something.
Sometimes this would be the softest imagined scenario all quiet moans and gentle kisses, you handling him so carefully. Featherlight touches down his thighs, your hands soft around him while you whispered little praises up at him from between his knees. Those were nights where he was feeling especially lovesick (like when you were out on a fabled date). Getting deep into his feelings in the dark, sometimes not even actually jerking off, just thinking of you while he lay in his bed trying to sleep.
The other times though, those times he’d grab you up in front of everyone at that party and find a dark corner of that rich kids kitchen. He’d walk you backwards, up against a wall and cage you in with his body, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other ghosting down your side to grab at your hip. Without shoes on your only a few inches shorter than him, but you’d still have to look up at him from under your lashes. Your hands would wrap up the sides of his face and wind in his hair and you’d pull him down to you, lips soft and warm. He’d hook a finger in the neckline of your dress to try and get your tits out and he just knew they’d fit so perfect in his hands. You’d mewl at him and make all the little noises he could imagine you might make when he runs his fingers over the lace of your bra. He’d smirk at you while you pulled at his neck, trying to get him closer, pulling your body flush up against his. Slot your leg between his and grind up on him to feel the hard length of him against your thigh.
It didn’t take much for him to picture you bent over a bathroom vanity, hands braced on the sink in front of you and crying for him. His hand fisted in the velvet of your dress and pushing it up to your waist so he could watch himself bury his cock in you while you whined and moaned for him to not stop, never stop, keep going your gonna make me cum-
The shuffling of paper brings him back down into his room. Remembers that you are also in his room and he has to keep his fucking imagination in check because you can clearly see the raging hard on he has from your place on the floor. Only if you looked over that is, just a turn of your head and you could see him straining against his jeans-
He mentally slaps himself back in place and takes a deep breath to try to focus on something literally anything that isn’t you and your tits and your thighs and your breathing…
From your position on the floor you can see Eddie lying face up on his bed, eyes closed, fingers tapping on his chest along with the drum beat. The notes you’ve been looking at are held at such an angle that you’re actually just peering at him like a little creep over the top. Watching his fingers tap, watching his chest rise and fall, watching his face scrunch up when he hears the bass really kick in. It’s lulling you into a stasis of sorts; you’ve been good and toasty for a bit now, the two of you no longer essentially hotboxing his room. The floor was supposed to be grounding you so you’d stop imagining things like climbing up on the bed with him. Would he even open his eyes or would he just smile?
Assume you were trying to get comfortable.
You could surprise him. Tangle your hand up in his hair and pull his head back to hold him in place while you attacked his neck, leaving little red marks up and down the column of his throat. Maybe he’d laugh, all breath and a little gasping, the vibrations making you smile against him. You could move your way up to his mouth and he’d taste just like you’d imagined a hundred times before. Tobacco and weed and a little salty from the fries he’d been eating earlier.
This is not the first, nor will it be the last time, that you sit and wonder what secrets that mouth beholds.
You are slowly spinning out on the floor of his room, your mind going…well, more like an inch a minute rather than a mile. Eddie’s notes long forgotten next to you in the carpet, you’re just about to drift off into your daydream about his fingers tap tap tapping down your sternum when he clears his throat and turns his head to look at you, says something you don’t catch.
“What?”
“I said ‘can I ask you something?’” He repeats himself and rolls over to lean on an elbow. His eyes are fixed on you, a notch between his brows making him look worried.
“What’s up?”
“Can I rain check next Friday?” He asks you almost hesitantly. It takes a few seconds for you to catch up before you frown a little yourself.
“And postpone the Friday night french fry extravaganza? What, you got a hot date or something?” You think you’re being slick but a blush starts to creep up his neck.
“No way! Did Gwen change her mind?!” You sit up from the floor to crawl over to the edge of the bed where you prop your chin to grin up at him. Your daydream is left with the notes while you rush into his space, face close to his own. Weed is still hugging your faculties pretty warmly so you don’t get a chance to stop your eyes drifting down his face to his lips.
He absolutely does not miss that look, but he’s also dipped pretty deep in this high so he lets it go because this is new. He’s never seen you look at him like that before; bites his bottom lip because he’s not entirely sure what’s happening in this moment.
No harm in letting you stare.
No harm in him watching you worry at your own lip.
Please let me bite that for you.
Your eyes finally snap back up to his with a questioning look in them.
Yes yes yes do it first please I’m too much of a coward.
Time is molasses the way the guitar in the background is molasses and you’re just staring at each other when you huff lightly.
“So…Gwen?”
Yeah, Gwen. Who’s Gwen?
“Uh yeah kind of? Nothing like crazy or whatever.” He breaks eye contact with you to stare at his blanket and pick at it. He’s not even sure why he’s still set on hanging out with her honestly, not with this huge fuckin’ crush he’s got burning for you. That first time he’d asked Gwen it had been with some actual feeling behind it. It’d only taken her a week to come back after turning him down though, a quiet question on her lips. Cornering him in the parking lot after school she’d made it a point to get him alone by his van where they were out of eyesight of everyone else. That should have been his first clue that this wouldn’t be a real date, but he’d been too caught off guard by the god damn cheer outfit.
“Does that offer still stand?” She’s sweet and a little naive maybe and he’s kind of weak for that so of course it does. Anything to get you off of his mind.
“For what?”
“Going out for a bite.”
“I mean sure, if you’re free.”
“Of course silly. Next Friday though.” She giggles and tucks a note with her number into his vest pocket.
He tells you all this, not looking up from his blanket the whole time. He admits that he knows she probably isn’t really interested in going out with him but she seems fun and nice and like who cares right?
“Yeah, she gets to test out what kind of freak I am and I probably get laid so…” he trails off. You’re still all up in his space so you can see his eyes darting around his blanket, looking for a distraction. This isn’t the first of these kinds of conversations between the two of you and you’ve seen that hurt in his eyes before. It’s not like Eddie is laying waste to all the girls of Hawkins High. He’s got maybe a solid handful of conquest under his belt, but they’ve all mostly treated him like a big secret. Something they got to do on a weekend or three and then moved on to something better. Something brighter. Something more well rounded and presentable.
“It’s not like she’s gonna take me home to meet mom.” His laugh is small and hollow when he rolls back over to stare at his ceiling. You pull yourself away from the edge of the bed, the cozy little spell broken.
“Listen man, you don’t have to go out with her. Just cancel it. What’s the worst that’ll happen? She doesn’t talk to you anymore?” You’re trying to break the sad tension with a joke and a gentle punch to his shoulder. He doesn’t budge, just sighs real big and continues to stare up at nothing.
You’re not super worried about this. Either he doesn’t hang out with her and you two get to have your normal Friday, or he does and you wait it out like you have with the others.
See, Gwen is an easy obstacle. She’s one of the nice cheerleaders, and she’s a year below you guys but she has no idea what she’s dipping her toe into. Eddie is a special brand of person and with his ability to talk an ear off, he’s sure to scare her off quickly. They’ll go out on their date and probably fool around a few times and then she’s going to comment on Hellfire. Or his band. Or his music. And then Eddie is going to get bored. He’ll remember what it’s like to talk about his interest unhindered with his little group of misfits and he’ll come back, acting like nothing ever happened.
So you have nothing to worry about.
Gwen will be easy.
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for the smut prompts: I COULDNT CHOOSE SO CHOOSE FOR ME ILY <3
5, 11, 19, 23, 25
this made me laugh so much bc i love you. i chose 25 for eddie!! i hope u like it baby <3 fem!reader, 18+
“Does that feel good?”
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"I'm going to be honest," you tell him. Eddie pauses in front of the dresser, the shirt he's just taken off dangling from his hands as he looks at you where you sit cross-legged on the bed in your pjs. "I am so horny but I am so tired, Eddie." You tug your top down over your underwear as if you could hide the evidence of your words, hide the wet patch you know is only growing as you look at him. You've wanted him all day but you are exhausted, unsure you can give him the attention he deserves.
"Oh," Eddie says. He drops his shirt on the floor and starts on his belt, chewing on his lower lip as he thinks over what he wants to say. "We don't have to have sex, sweetheart. We never have to have sex, especially if you aren't in the mood." He drops his pants and you inhale through your nose.
"I didn't say that," you mutter. "I am very in the mood. I'm just not going to be very fun right now."
"What if I did all the work?" he says. He climbs onto the bed behind you in his boxers and leans against the headboard. "All you gotta do is c'mere." He pats his chest, beckoning you to lean against him. "And take off those panties."
"You sure?" you ask, but you're already moving to wiggle out of them. "Doesn't feel like that'll do anything for you." You toss the fabric onto the floor and scoot back into him, your back to his bare chest. He hooks your legs over his and spreads them wide. The sensation of being exposed like this makes you gasp and you feel his cock hard behind you.
"Getting you off always does something for me, baby," he whispers against the shell of your ear. You shiver. Your hands fist in the sheets on either side of his hips while one of his palms spreads across the softness of your stomach, fingertips digging into flesh and shoving your shirt up. The other strokes lazy lines up and down the inside of your thigh.
"Don't tease, Eddie," you say, breath ragged already. Your head lolls back against his neck, your nose brushing against his skin, eyes fluttering.
"Hush," he says, fond and teasing. "I'm doing all the work, remember? Just sit back and relax." You shift in his lap, pushing your hips up and whining, begging him to just touch you already. Ever the doting boyfriend, he caves, The hand on your stomach lifts and you think he's gonna make you suck on his fingers but he sticks them in his own mouth instead, wetting them quickly before he drags them across the length of you.
"Shit," he breathes. "You weren't kidding about being in the mood. You're soaked." His other hand urges your thighs even wider. He strokes you with two fingers, slow, lazy circles around your clit and then back down through your folds to ghost at your entrance. "Does that feel good?"
"Mhm," you manage, brain already going fuzzy. The exhaustion in your limbs turns to heavy stimulation, your skin feeling hot and flushed, your body entirely focused on Eddie and where he's touching you. "So good, Eddie." You mouth lazily at his jaw.
"My girl needs a little more than fingers on her clit though, right?" You keen. "She likes fingers in her cunt, too." He sinks two digits into you without further warning and you gasp. He took his rings off earlier but his fingers are thick enough on their own and he knows what he's doing, knows how you like it.
"Eddie," you moan. "Eddie, more, please." He chuckles breathily and you feel him buck his own hips a little.
"Whatever you want, sweetheart." He fucks you at a brisk pace, the tips of his fingers hitting the perfect spot each time. You're making a mess -- you can hear it. The filthy sound of your own slick on his fingers, on his hand as it hits your flesh, as it makes everything shiny.
"So perfect," he mutters. "Taking my fingers just like you take my cock, aren't you, tired girl?" His other hand starts to swipe at your clit and you almost lose it right then, but the hook in your belly keeps pulling. "Come on baby, almost there. I can feel it," he says. You release your death grip on the sheets to reach up and blindly grab at his jaw, turning his face to yours so he'll kiss you. He does, his lips bruising and tongue messy in your mouth as he pumps in and out of you so fast, so hard that you chant his name, your mind empty of all other words.
"EddieEddieEddieEddie--" you pant against his lips.
"Let go," he says. "Doing so good, but you can let go for me, can't you?"
Your vision whites out and you clamp around his fingers. He keeps his punishing pace on your clit as you ride the wave of your orgasm, legs shaking, thighs trying to close around him. He plants kisses all over your face as you come down, his fingers still inside you.
"See?" he says, lips on your cheekbone, the bridge of your nose, your brow. "Letting me do all the work is worth it."
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catching up!! watching 911 season 7 episode 1!! let's goooo
the first three minutes of this episode are like "athena watched a cruise ship disaster on tv and it affected her for life. here's a cruise ship disaster we're putting on your tv (hehehe)."
i briefly stop watching mayday/air crash investigation episodes, only to STILL see a plane crash into a house. let's get greg feith and his excellent colorful ties in here asap
okay not actually technically relevant but. i googled "greg feith ties" and found this:
and the answer is no!! shut up!!
anyway. bi buck and his bi saw! (i may be too early.)
ahhh, the face i've already seen a dozen times:
buck was missed. <3
god, i love chimney. presumably this honeymoon life plan of his isn't going to work out perfectly smoothly, but it's adorable.
athena's dress is great, but this is a prime Just Talk To Bobby Please sort of worry she's having. i mean, literally, talk to him, and she'll probably find they do have things to talk about.
THREE DATES A WEEK. yeah, there we go (affectionate), that's gonna be a mess. very sweet, very stupid!
a spreadshEET. i love themmm. still very stupid though!!
"except only in one case is there underlying sexual tension [sprays using phallic looking object at hip height]" is definitely a little insane, you were all correct. also EXTREMELY a conversation that feels like they knew what they were doing, considering i now know where this is going
eddie is a nester! he nests!
christopher doesn't get this from eddie, implying he gets it from buck somehow. feelingssss.
god. buck taking save the trees a bit too figuratively:
throwing the champagne glasses to the side while you're in the pool is i guess a cool carefree no fucks given thing to do in theory, but it's going to be so much less cool and carefree when you step in the glass while walking around barefoot later. i mean, on top of the waste of a perfectly good glass
i HAD seen the angsty mom-left-us (and eddie is listening in) part of the buck&chris conversation, but not the entire part before it with buck very earnestly trying to find his way through this parenting talk eddie enlisted him for, and it's great, i love it.
"i feel like you're trying to avoid me." < thank you for Saying The Thing, bobby.
lola is resting..... this man has blood behind his ear...... this is 911...... he killed lola?
"i don't think we're gonna see much of lola any time soon." oh, she's VERY dead. and/or locked in their cabin, which would potentially be good and dramatic when the ship starts sinking
he made a list!! love you, bobby
athena going full "norman peterson murdered his wife!!!" and bobby being very convinced that he didn't and athena is making things up to avoid him is a) finally a funny turn for this subplot and b) even funnier in light of bobby's behavior in the rear window episode.
"... o-or he murdered his wife." i love when this show does comedy and the timing is just right. thank you, peter krause
one of the things about this show that i still think was a terrible writing choice is the way they killed shannon, so i'm glad they're at least dealing with the impact all of the parental shuffling and absence had on christopher. it's great that they brought the actress back for that one moment.
"did i read the spreadsheet wrong?", reminding me of the spreadsheet, and "did something else happen on a call?", meaning maddie immediately knows what would have changed chimney's mind again - maddie and chimney are flawless, no notes.
THEY took lola!! so that's how the ship activity manager or whatever that guy with the weird vibe's job is will turn out to be evil and/or in evil cahoots with lola
dongle. i haven't heard that word in forever. didn't know they were being used for bitcoin
oh, 911. just a ship in a weather-related emergency isn't enough, we also need terrorists holding everyone hostage. at times i could almost start to think i was watching h50
#911#*#if i do it this way watching four episodes will take me about three times as long but that's okay. i'm extending my stay in 911 world
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The road home
9-1-1 ficlet | 2x03 coda | 1.3K words | rated Teen
I'm back with my little asphalt truck full of words to fill in the cracks between episodes, for @911hiatus' Week 4 prompt, "refuge." We were truly robbed (robbed!) of seeing the scene when Buck meets Chris for the first time. So here ya go: the first ever Buckley-Diaz Family Moment.
“So, you made it through your first natural disaster,” Buck says to break the silence in the car. The radio’s off, the road is practically empty by L.A. standards, and the power’s still out on a lot of blocks. Staying quiet just makes the night feel that much eerier.
Eddie huffs. “You say that like there’s going to be a lot more of them.”
Buck steers them smoothly around the curve of an offramp. Okay, maybe now isn’t the best time to suggest that disasters are going to be a regular thing, while they’re on their way to pick up Eddie’s son at his school after a big earthquake. Even though he knows Christopher is safe, Eddie’s not going to be alright until he lays eyes on his kid. Buck gets that.
“I just meant that it was an intense day for someone who’s only been on the job for a few weeks. You okay?”
“Not my first rodeo, Buck. Warzones, remember?”
Eddie’s smiling in the dark beside him, Buck can tell, which means he’s not offended. “Yeah, but earthquakes are a different kind of warzone. The only enemy here was, uh—”
“Gravity?” Eddie finishes for him.
“I was gonna say tectonic plates, but yeah, gravity was definitely working against us today.”
“That elevator, man. Crazy.”
“Pfft, yeah,” Buck agrees.
“How many disasters have you worked, exactly? You’ve only been doing this for, what, a year?”
Buck tilts his head in acknowledgement. “This would be my second. There was that plane crash last winter, the one that went down right off the beach by LAX. Not a natural disaster, obviously, but a major incident.”
“Oh, wow. That must have been something.”
“It was… pretty bad.”
Eddie doesn’t say more, and Buck thinks he’s done with this particular subject, but then he asks tentatively, “What did you do afterwards? I mean, after your shift ended? How did you deal with it?”
Buck shivers, remembering the cold water and the smell of jet fuel that clung to them all on the ride back to the station. He remembers Bobby’s uncharacteristic silence and how his own thoughts kept going back to Abby and that call she took from a passenger on the plane. She was the last person that guy talked to, a faceless voice coming through his phone, and there was nothing she could do to help him.
“I, uh, took a long, hot shower and got myself cleaned up,” Buck answers after a long pause. “And then I went home and watched TV for a few hours, I think. Sitcoms, reality shows, dumb stuff like that. Anything but the fucking news.”
“So you just try to put it out of your head as quickly as possible?” Eddie asks, sounding skeptical.
“And sleep. That helps too.” Buck grins over at him in the light of some oncoming headlights. “Isn’t that what you guys did in an actual warzone, when shit went down?”
Eddie chuckles. “Sort of. It was a little bit harder to take off the uniform and drive away from it all at the end of the day, though. And the sleeping part wasn’t always as easy, depending on where we were.”
“I bet. Hey, we’re almost there,” Buck says, bending closer to his phone to look at the GPS map. “Should I park in the lot?”
“No, just pull up to the front doors. They said they’d be waiting for me right inside.”
Buck has barely put the car in park before Eddie’s out and running towards the school. Leaning across the passenger seat, he watches Eddie’s silhouette against the brightly lit hallway beyond the glass doors, his impatient little shuffle while he waits to be buzzed in. And then he’s through and down on his knees to hug a kid who looks impossibly small next to the teacher standing there.
Buck’s throat suddenly gets tight and he blinks hard. He can almost feel the relief in that hug, the fierce love. God.
Eddie talks with the teacher for a minute, then scoops Christopher up and carries him out. Through the open window of the Jeep, Buck can hear Eddie’s voice, reassuring and cheerful, as they approach.
“Where’s your truck?” Christopher asks as his dad opens the back door and sets him into the booster seat.
“Some bricks fell off the back of the firehouse during the earthquake and broke the windshield,” Eddie explains. “I’ll have someone come fix it tomorrow, but tonight we get a chauffeur. This is Buck. He’s a firefighter, too. Buck, meet Christopher.”
Buck twists around to see into the back seat better. Christopher smiles right back at him under the dome light, all baby teeth and brown curls. Something grips the inside of Buck’s chest, both painful and sweet.
“Nice to meet you, Christopher,” he says. “One-way trip to the Diaz residence, coming right up.”
Chris cranes his neck a little to talk to Buck as Eddie gets him buckled in. “You and my dad work together? At the firehouse?”
“Yup.”
“Is he doing a good job so far?”
Eddie bursts out laughing and wraps one hand around Christopher’s head to plant a kiss on top of it. “Are you asking for my report card, kiddo? I don’t think it’s time for me to get one, just yet. And Buck’s not my captain.”
“He’s doing great,” Buck assures Christopher. “He’s taking to it like a duck to water. Just jumped right into the pond with a big splash and started swimming.”
That earns him a giggle from Christopher and a barely-concealed smile from Eddie.
Buck gets their address and they set off again. Thankfully, they don’t have far to go and none of the streets are blocked off. Christopher tells his dad about his extra-long day at school and what they got to do after the earthquake instead of their usual subjects. It sounds like the teachers pulled out all the stops to make sure the kids weren’t scared while they waited to be picked up—movies, games, and music in the gymnasium.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come get you sooner,” Eddie says over his shoulder. “There were a lot of calls coming in today.”
“It’s okay, Dad. You were helping people. And I got to make a volcano with the science teacher!”
“See?” Buck says to Eddie across the front seat. “Another natural disaster already.”
“Two in one day. I’m gonna need a few extra sitcoms tonight, I guess.”
Buck glances into the rearview mirror, where he can just see Christopher’s face in the booster seat, and tells Eddie quietly, “I think you have something better than TV to help you put the day behind you.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.”
Buck can tell he’s smiling again.
It’s almost 9:00 PM when they pull into Eddie’s driveway. Buck expects to reverse right back out again and make his way to Abby’s apartment, but Eddie turns to him after he shuts off the engine.
“I know it’s kind of late, but do you want to come in for a bit? I can make us something to eat after I get Chris to bed. It’s just frozen pizza, but you’d be welcome to it.”
Eddie sounds tentative, Buck thinks, maybe because he’s a little embarrassed about the pizza (which Buck would gladly devour right now), or because they don’t really know each other all that well yet. Until this morning, Buck didn’t even know he had a kid. And now here he is at the end of the same day, parked in front of Eddie’s tiny Spanish-style stucco house and being offered dinner.
“Come on,” Eddie coaxes. “It’s the least we can do to thank you for the ride.”
“Yeah, come inside,” Christopher chimes in eagerly.
Buck looks out at the house again. This is Eddie’s home and refuge, the center of his life outside the firehouse. He and Christopher are inviting Buck into their little world tonight, if only for frozen pizza. There’s a cricket singing somewhere in the bushes, and the porchlight casts a cozy, golden glow over the lawn, beckoning him.
“All right,” Buck says at last. “I will.”
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So I don't know if I had too much tea today or what, but I wrote fic on my phone.
I've yet to be the king of my castle. 1300 PG rated words of Buck and Tommy trying their first date. Which we already know Eddie and Marisol crashed lol. There's both Buck and Evan used here because Tommy can't figure out which one to use. Tommy pov.
Tommy knew he had a shift, but damn if it wasn't hard to take a step back and stop kissing Evan Buckley. Even harder when he saw the stunned look on his face. Maybe the guy doesn't know when he's flirting with people. "So that was okay?"
That gorgeous kid honestly babbled about mouth static looking so adorably confused Tommy wanted to just dive right back in.
Honestly, Tommy came here with the intention to apologize for somehow messing with Eddie and Evan's friendship, poor Eddie high on painkillers had lamented on how he should've known that Buck felt left out. So he figured since Buck - Evan, he's gotta ask him about that nickname sometime, hadn't called Eddie yet he'd be the big man and apologize on his way home from Eddie.
But things kinda took a curve with Evan's admission of seeking his attention. And now he had traffic to contend with sadly. So he asked him out, straightening Evan's shirt as an excuse to touch him but still be able to leave. And not think too hard on his soft biteable lips as he drove towards work, he had Saturday to look forward to, he couldn't risk a car crash.
Buck pretty much wriggled in his seat like a puppy, cute as fuck but they had barely had time to talk before their date. Even as it had to be postponed for a couple of weeks with the 118 being one man down and he having to take care of a few brush fires before they could manifest into proper wildfires. And now their dinner was done and paid for and Evan acted like he had ants in his pants. "You ok?"
"Huh, yeah, why?"
"You're a little tense." Tommy gently tapped Buck on his right foot.
Buck shone up with that big smile of his, it was nice to have it directed at only him "This is my first date with a dude, but I'm not weirded out. I mean.."
Tommy saw Eddie and Marisol first, and interrupted Buck, "He-ey!". But he was unprepared for how Buck lost the wide smile and quickly turned around in his chair.
"Buck! You two guys are here together!" Eddie looked as happy as he usually was, Evan not so much. Tommy thought they had talked, no he knew they had talked because Eddie had texted a picture of Buck's apology dinner.
"Yeah, and you two. What are the odds huh?" Evan made a noise in his throat before he turned to Tommy, "Hey I gotta use the bathroom, be right back."
Tommy exchanged pleasantries with Marisol before she kissed Eddie on the cheek and said she'd find their table.
"How's the ankle Eddie?"
Eddie leaned on Buck's chair, "It's okay, I'm not ready to be back on the engine quite yet for a couple of weeks but I'm back to work. It was only a sprain. How's Buck?"
"Buck? Okay I think?"
"No I mean, I thought we were fine but didn't he look a little squirrelly to you? You think he's still feeling guilty?"
"I don't know Evan as well as you do but that boy's gonna feel guilty forever. But no, I think he's fine."
"You'd tell me right? If there's something?"
"I will, now get to your table or your lady's gonna be pissed at me for hogging you too much." Again, but Tommy didn't say that out loud. But he'd seen the grimace behind Eddie's back last time he picked him up to see a match.
"Yeah yeah, make sure he knows I'm not mad ok?"
"Fine, I will. Now scoot." Eddie laughed as he slowly walked to his table.
Evan eventually came out and his smile as he came back to the table was a lot smaller. "You ok?"
"Huh?"
"You were gone a long time, you feeling okay?"
"I'm -" he was looking down at their table fiddling with his cutlery. "I haven't told Eddie yet. About -" he waved a hand between them.
"This being a date or the bisexual talk?"
"Um, none of it?" Buck squeaked.
"Evan, why? You can't possibly think Eddie would be bothered about you being not straight?"
"You think so? I mean, I know what you're saying but there's still that fear you know. Irrational or not."
"Come on, let's take a walk or something."
"Can we -" Evan blushed. "This sounds so forward on a first date and I'm not that guy anymore but jeez I don't want another surprise of people who know me tonight. Can we go to yours?"
"Sure. And you can be forward if you want to." Tommy elbowed him gently on his side as they walked out. He figured that Evan was too in his head right now for anything like an arm around his waist, no matter how nice that would be.
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He was right, as soon as they were inside Tommy's car Evan took a deep breath and then put his hand on Tommy's arm. "I'm sorry. I've been talking with Hen and my sister and I'm pretty sure I'm fine with being out. So I haven't told the team, or Eddie yet, because I wanted to see how the date went first. Maybe I'm a disaster at dating dudes. Guys. Men."
"You're not a disaster Evan. Or is it Buck? I never got around to asking you about that, all of you use nicknames now. I think Hen and Eddie are the only ones I keep getting right. Howie is Chim these days and apparently you're Buck."
"From you - either works. Coming here to L.A. was a fresh start and Evan was a part of a lot of baggage so finding out that we had too many Evans in class I didn't mind getting a new name. But it's water under the bridge."
"So Buck, why is it so hard to talk to Eddie about this?" Tommy had his suspicions but he wanted the kid to figure it out on his own and not risk trampling over years long partnership because those two were a parental unit no matter what Evan mistakenly thought.
"I don't know." Evan made an angry voice down his throat. "It's like I lock up every time I try."
"He's worried there's still leftover feelings from the basketball game."
"Oh god, he said that?"
"Yeah, he wanted me to make sure you were ok."
"Aaaaand now I feel even guiltier." Evan slumped his forehead against the dashboard.
"There, there -" Tommy patted Evan on the back as he groaned into the car's innards. "Wanna come home and kiss me some more so you can feel extra bisexual before you put on your bigboy pants and call Eddie?"
"You're mean."
"Who, me?"
"Teasing with kisses with a caveat attached."
"I could make a really bad joke about carrots and sticks right now but I'm not gonna." Tommy grinned at the flustered look on Evan's face because he looked a lot less worried about anything right now. He turned the car on and backed out of their parking space, pausing before he turned out into traffic. "So, still wanna come home with me? Because if we stay here any longer I'm gonna end up kissing you anyway."
The way Evan's cheeks turned apple red and he looked up at Tommy from how he was still leaning a bit forward. Dangerous. "Yeah, take me home Tommy."
"Oh I'm going to. You better be a good boy and stay in your seat."
"Or what?" That grin on Evan's face, Tommy was gonna bite it. Instead he gripped Evan's thigh, feeling the muscles clench underneath his hand, before he took his hand back to the gear shaft. "Or we'll be embarrassingly in a car crash and have your colleagues save us from compromising positions."
Evan coughed, "Right."
Tommy smiled at him before joining the cars zipping by, starting on the road home.
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Personal Lies pt2
Pt1 pt3 pt4 Pt5
Eddies pov:
Gareth barges into the room, waking Eddie up from his deep sleep. "Holy fuck Gare Bear! Do you fucking knock?! What if I was tryna jerk off?!" Gareth walks over and pushes Eddie to the other side of the bed. "Well, you weren't..."
"Get to the fucking point Gareth I wanna go back to sleep. This is my only day off from everything while I'm here." Eddie knows he has bags under his eyes (He hasn't slept more than 8 hours this week.) That fact seemed to make Gareth get to the point. "I talked to Robin today."
Eddie sits up from his original position. "Wait. Robin? Like Robin Buckley? The band geek that Harrington is dating for some weird reason? Not gonna lie I always thought she liked girls..." Gareth's hand slaps over Eddie's mouth. "Please shut the fuck up. Yes, Robin Buck- Ew! DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND?!" He wipes his hand on Eddie.
"She's definitely not dating Steve... and never will. When I asked her she said 'Platonic with a capital P' so I'm like 100% sure they are just friends." Even though he was just told that they were just friends Eddie can't seem to get over the fact that he's seen Steve's high school Instagram multiple times and he's always with Buckley. They are always either holding hands, on each other's lap, or standing/sitting so close leaving zero space in between them.
"I don't believe you but go on... why did you guys meet up?" Gareth starts to pick at the blanket next to him. "We just... um talked. I told her about our band and she told me about hers. It was fun..."
"You definitely didn't just talk about that because you wouldn't have woken me up so you could tell me about a girl I used to know."
"Well I mean we also talked about Steve and his band... that Robin is also in. He just came out with a new album."
"Gare bear I swear to god if you don't fucking tell me the name of his band I will curb stomp you."
"Um...no. I will not tell you his band name. That is highly confidential."
"Why is it 'Highly Confidential'? It really can't be that big of a secret. Unless... YOU'RE PLANNING SOMETHING!"
"What?! No, I'm not... im simply just hanging out with a friend!"
"I still don't believe you but I'm tired so I won't ask any more questions. Thank you for this unimportant conversation and kindly fuck off."
Gareth gets up from the bed and leaves the room with a dirty look on his face. Eddie grabs his phone and starts searching. He goes to Instagram and looks up 'Steve Harrington' From the looks of it Steve doesn't have a public Instagram so he goes to the next best thing... Tiktok. Specifically Tiktok edits.
His screen is flooded with pictures of Steve's face. He looks worn out but still has one of the most beautiful faces Eddie has ever seen. After about 3 hours of scrolling through TikTok about Steve, he comes across a few tagged #steveharrington but are all about a mystery boy and not about Steve so he scrolls past those.
Eddie gets out of bed, past the kitchen, down the hall, and into Gareth's room. "He's so hot! How did he get hotter?! Why do I have to be hurt by this Gare Bear?!" Gareth giggles. "Are you talking about Steve?" Eddie throws his hands up in the air out of frustration. "Of fucking course I'm talking about Steve!"
"Go ahead. Tell me what's so great about him. Tell me why you're obsessed with his perky little ass and his luscious fluffy hair." Eddie looks at Gareth, confused. "Are you sure you don't wanna fuck him?" His friend lets out a loud laugh. "I'm 100% sure man. All yours."
Eddie sits on the floor and continues, he gets so caught up in the moment that he doesn't notice that Gareth took out his phone and started live streaming. "I just don't understand! How can a human be so fucking perfect? He has the best jawline and the most perfect ass! I literally can't cope with not being able to see him every day anymore! He was the only reason I went to that shit hole for 3 extra years!"
"Wasnt that because you failed?"
"Not the fucking point Gareth! Anyways... I just fucking wish that I could see him again! He's probably not even gay! I mean yeah he seems a little fruity but he used to fucking hate me so why would that change?! Why does he have to be so fucking hot man?! I wanna fucking die! Ugh!!!!"
Gareth's pov:
The comments are on the stream are filled with people saying things like 'Oh my god! Is he okay?' 'lol is Eddie being gay again?' and 'who is he moping about?' Eddie is still on the floor rambling about his search to find anything about Steve but he still didn't find anything about the songs. Lucky for Gareth all Eddie wanted to see was Steve's face so he skipped past all the 'boring' ones.
"Eddie. He's just a guy. You're acting like a fan girl who just found a video of their celebrity crush doing the hottest thing imaginable." Eddie stands up and flails his arms around. "He is existing and somehow it's hot! Don't fucking judge me! I know I'm a slut!!! No need to remind me!" Gareth pushes back the urge to roll his eyes. "I have literally known him since high school and I didn't make a move then so why would I do it no- GARETH! GET OFF YOUR PHONE IM TALKING TO YOU!"
Gareth turns the camera around so it points toward him. "See guys? That's why you don't go researching your high school crush who you're still in love with. Lesson of the day." Eddie stands in front of Gareth with his mouth open so wide in shock. "You little bitch! Were you recording me?!" Gareth waves his goodbye to the camera. "Close your mouth. You're gonna catch a fly. Also, yes I was recording you because you were acting like a teenage girl and it was funny. Now maybe Steve will notice you."
Eddie goes towards the door to leave but before he does he speaks up again. "Thanks for embarrassing me you little fuck. I hope it was worth it. I really hope you're right about him noticing me though. I'm so fucking lonely man." Right as Eddie leaves Gareth gets a text from Robin.
"Just saw your live, let's hope this works. I'll talk to Steve. Hopefully, we don't fuck this up."
Notes: Sorry for the long wait <333 I'm gonna try to update every Wednesday (i'm a little late but who cares ) I really hope you like this chapter :)) I always rlly hate my writing so idek if this is good or not so just tell me how you feel about it. If you have a request for the story just comment and I will look at all of them and tag you if I use them. I will also tag you if you ask so just comment if you wanna be tagged <3333
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I’m curious about all of them really but this one really stuck out to me Fire Academy Instructors (future fic)
So... the concept here is generally a "no plot, just vibes" outsider PoV glimpse at Buck and Eddie's lives as full time instructors at the fire academy once they retire from active duty in the field.
The one part that isn't outsider PoV, though, is the set-up for how Buck first became an instructor. And that's also the only part that's fully written, so I'm gonna throw it behind the cut:
The moment it happens, Buck knows.
The rescue should have been straightforward. Teenagers who stranded themselves on the roof of an abandoned building. It should have been condemned and torn down years ago, but city government isn't typically known for taking swift action so the house had stood rotting for years, possibly decades, longer than it should have.
They knew the roof was unstable. That's why Buck had been following protocol to the letter, making sure he was walking along the beams and testing the roof for stability as he moved slowly and cautiously toward the terrified kids who were nattering on about some abandoned places photo challenge as if Buck cares about the reason they were up here rather than just focusing on getting them down safely.
He gives them a reassuring smile and reminds them to just stay put until he gets there as he makes his way toward them. He's about half-way up when two fucking squirrels dart across the roof and between his legs.
It startles him enough that he loses his balance and reflexively he takes a step to catch himself.
The step he takes does not land on the beam.
Buck hears the crack and has just enough time to think "oh shit" before the roof gives way and Buck is tumbling through asphalt tile and rotten plywood.
He lands hard, and with immediate agonizing pain. He groans and coughs through the heavy dust and falling debris. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is the heavy cloud of dust and falling roof particles illuminated in the beam of sunlight shining through the hole he just made. The second thing he sees, as his gaze is drawn toward the most urgent source of pain, is the gleam of white smeared with red jutting out from the dark blue of his uniform pants.
He may not know the full extent of his injuries yet, but he knows it's enough. He's finished as a firefighter.
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It's nothing like last time. Last time he broke his leg, he was a 26 year old kid who had his entire identity and sense of self-worth wrapped up in his job. Last time he would honestly rather have died under that truck than be told he could never be a firefighter again.
He's older now. He's married to the most amazing man he's ever met. He has an incredible, brilliant kid who is a college graduate currently working towards a PhD. He knows now that his relationships with his friends, his family, aren't tied to his job. That fear had finally been quelled for good when Bobby retired but never retreated from Buck's life.
And he's aware too that his body is aging. He had hoped he had a few more years left doing the job he loves so much, but he's thought about what his life will look like after firefighting. He's long-since accepted that there will be a life after firefighting.
Still, it would have been nice to go out on his terms. Or, if it did have to be an injury that took him out of the field, it would have been nice to have a better story than that he tripped over some damned rodents.
He's alone for the moment, though he's sure it won't last long. He finally convinced Eddie to go home and get some rest, but he knows Bobby will drop by soon enough. Or Maddie. Maybe Hen, who's probably shouldering some irrational guilt about this happening under her command. He knows they're all worried about him, and it's been a lot to reassure them that yes he's alright, and no he's not going to start spiraling.
He closes his eyes, laying in the hospital bed with his foot up in a sling and an IV pushing an aggressive course of broad spectrum antibiotics and antifungals through the needle in his hand "just to cover all bases", and a whole collection of more minor scratches and bruises that are starting to itch, and he gives himself permission to feel sorry for himself for just a little bit. Just until the next person to visit him arrives.
So of course, just a few minutes later there's a knock on his door. He opens his eyes and is particularly annoyed to see it's not even one of his loved ones interrupting his pity party. It's Lucy Donato, in her full dress uniform, giving him that little knowing half-smile.
Buck just barely suppresses a groan as he greets her, "Hi, Chief."
"I'd ask how you're doing," she says dryly, "but…"
"Yeah, the cast and the hospital bed kinda give that answer away," Buck replies. "What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to talk to you about your future with the LAFD," she says, striding easily into the room and settling in the uncomfortable plastic chair at his bedside with far too much ease.
This time, Buck does groan and doesn't even try to hide it. "Look, I know I've fought my way back to active duty after a career ending injury before -"
"And made quite a few waves doing it," Lucy remarks with mild amusement.
Buck glares at her. Even twenty years later, he doesn't have much of a sense of humor about the lawsuit that almost cost him his family.
"I'm 47 years old, Lucy. I have a compound fracture in the same leg that got crushed by a fire truck two decades ago. I'm not stupid or naive, I know my career is over. So if you're just here to talk me through the retirement package in person-"
"See, the thing is," Lucy interrupts, "I'm not here to strong-arm you into retirement. I'm here to ask you if you'll consider not retiring."
Buck looks from Lucy to his leg then back to Lucy, then raises an eyebrow and waits for her to explain.
"Obviously not active duty at a firehouse," Lucy concedes. "But not a desk job either. I have an opening for an instructor at the academy, and I think you'd be a really good fit."
"You want me to teach?" Buck asks, confused.
"I want you to take a bunch of hot-headed, cocky, stubborn recruits and turn them into firefighters," Lucy tells him. "The LAFD needs more firefighters like you - what better way to do that than to have you be the one to mold them?"
#Fic: fire academy instructors#oops i accidentally fic'd#911onfox#evan buck buckely#buddie#eddie diaz#911 abc#wip game#ask#how do i fanfiction?
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Regarding Buddie going canon, I feel like there's been so many missed opportunities already (like the shooting, the will, their failed relationships etc) that if one day it does become canon, everyone will think it's coz people asked for it and not bc it was always gonna happen. Like, with other TV shows where there's a slowburn and it takes several seasons for the main characters to be together, it's made clear from the start that there's attraction and later romantic love but they're not getting together bc they have their own issues or bc they're scared. But it hasn't been made clear for Buddie so that's why it could look sudden if it becomes canon. They'd have to spend like a whole season showing hints and have them have a conversation that explains why it took so long or smth, to make sense of those missed opportunities. Hopefully this is what will happen but yeah 😅
Nonnie, I saved you for last (aside from a few sweet comments I'm saving in my inbox for a rainy day) because OOF this is EXACTLY where I am at and have been since 4x14 dropped the ball so fucking hard by making it all about BT and shoving Eddie to the side. People like to call this a slowburn but it absolutely is NOT in my book because the hallmarks of a slowburn are that we SEE unambiguously (not the show "playing both sides" and saying people can see whatever they want even if it's not what they intend) that both characters, often at different times, expressing to SOMEONE (a 3rd party or just to the audience via a pet/inanimate object/a mirror, whatever) that they have feelings for the other. And it all becomes about right place/wrong time, wrong place/right time, missed connections etc. I love that! I would love to have seen more of it with Buddie!
And this far in, and especially after the backlash at this finale, if they DO start brining in Buddie feelings realizations it becomes an issue of explaining WHY it took this long, WHY none of the other major events gave us anything, and then you have the OTHER fan backlash of people saying the show is "caving to liberal pressure" and "making the characters gay out of nowhere" because the show kept waffling and refused to pick a side until they thought the show was over 🤷🏻♀️ No matter what, ABC is gonna have an uphill battle keeping both casual viewers who were bored to tears by this season and were over Buck getting all the focus only to have zero payoff while sidelining everyone else (especially Bobby and Athena as that's who the older viewers are watching for), AND keeping the online fandom viewers who the finale managed to alienate HARD by saying we would rather tank any and all character growth and leave them with bland cardboard cutouts of women they have no chemistry with and we can't even tell you what any of them see in each other aside from the fact that Natalia thinks that Even "passively suicidal" Buckley nearly dying is "so freaking cool" as if that's not just a repeat of his parents and tay kay waiting to happen with him hurting himself to get/keep attention because he's not enough as he is.
ANYWAY. Manifesting the move to ABC and the time for the hiatus allows some decisions to be made regarding the direction for season 7, and that ABC will understand the gem they have on their hands with this cast and crew and will work to restore the show to it's previous glory.
#my sweet nonnie friends#911#911 spoilers#buddie#that's all folks!#IDK why my inbox still says there are 5 asks here when I only have the 2 that are not 911#but i'm donezo for now!
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Your analysis of the script leak is really interesting! I know next to nothing about the industry or how this type of behind-the-scenes stuff works. But I had similar thoughts about the script having been retyped due to lack of watermark and other issues that you noted. That being said, I still hoped it was an early draft because I didn't care for how Buck and Eddie came across in the scene. And no, I'm not just referring to the b-word, LOL...it's a combination of the plot aspects (Eddie/Marisol) dialogue choices ("a little bit gay"???) and general back-and-forth didn't seem 100% true to their characters.
Also, I'm not sure if you're aware, but the leaker claimed that they were exchanging Facebook messages with a crew member who sent them the scripts. They apparently named the crew member in their messages. As you said, it's illegal and a violation of contract, so it doesn't make sense to me why someone would risk so much. They could of course be lying - maybe they worked for the show but got fired, took information as they left and just blamed this random crew member because they were bitter? As of right now, people who know the name of the crew member haven't disclosed it.
We'll know soon enough how accurate the script is...
Oops, missed this from a few days ago!
I PRAY I’m wrong about the leaks being real. Like I would celebrate being wrong. I WANT to be wrong so badly. I think people think I want them to be real. I don’t. I reallyyyyyyy don’t.
The more I think about them, the more I don’t even know how I feel about them. Some of it I believe, because we have context from other places, like all the Eddie/Marisol stuff, the Buck and Tommy stuff. Based on interviews and BTS the leaks line up. But some of the dialogue is just bad. The “little bit gay” doesn’t bump for me, because Buck is still working out his sexuality, he may not have the words for it yet, I’m willing to overlook that until Buck has the words for himself. But the idiot thing feels weird to me, like I can’t hear that coming from Ryan. Also, the script is just not well written. Like I said before, they talked about this like it’s the production draft (that means the one they use to shoot) and it’s just not written in the writer’s style at all. Her writing doesn’t look like that. She doesn’t use (beat) she uses (then). In the leak there are 2 then and 1 beat. In another script she co-wrote (meaning she was the main help with story and maybe writing it hands-on depending on her co-writer) there was not a single beat in the entire episode. There being 1 in this scene feels off. She wouldn’t have a sentence like “he beckons to him before moving closer to him” that’s just bad writing. Also, she wouldn’t start a sentence with and in an action line. Maybe she’s switching up her writing style, idk, but I’m torn. I think all the plot stuff could be true while the dialogue seems stilted. Dialogue is also changed around up until and even during filming, so we’ll have to wait and see. But the leaked plots all make sense. The Marisol thing though, that’s gonna be a trip.
I didn’t know that! I was thinking of the leaker being the crew member who physically leaked the information, not the person who released it on social media. I figured it went through someone else, but I’m thinking about the actual person from 911 as the leaker, the other person is like their accomplice lol. Do you know the name of the crew member? I’m really curious now if I was right about them. I could see this person getting fired or quitting and wanting to burn some stuff on the way. But also now knowing it’s Facebook makes me a lot more weary, because who the fuck actually uses FB anymore? I remember seeing this one person on Reddit who was like “Do you guys know if this is really Kenneth? He likes my posts! He wants to be my friend!” And everyone was like… no, that’s obviously fake. And the person on Reddit was convinced it wasn’t fake. So… hmm… really hoping this is another fake thing. Had it come through Insta or twitter it would be a lot more verifiable, but without knowing a name or seeing a profile, idk… Could very likely be someone trying to mess with a gullible fan.
I want to not believe it, but I also know it could be true so I’m kinda keeping one foot in both doors right now. I hope I’m wrong but I won’t be shocked if I’m right
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