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sixofpomegranates · 1 year

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Most of them are Eddie Munson fics since I am going through some severe brain rot because of this spicy golden retriever. Also, how dark shall my recommendations go? I surely have some dark taste in smut but keep it mostly calm for you. Let me know!

The order is random and not indicative of how much I liked them. There is no ranking, just sharing some really good pieces of work so we can all enjoy it!

13 Recommendations || 🐇 = My opinion. || Pink Color = SMUT

Ghostin’ (series) by @munson-blurbs

➢ Summary: Before dying in the Upside Down, Eddie asks Steve to take care of you. The grief coupled with your burgeoning feelings for one another may be too much for you to handle, especially when you get some shocking news.

🐇: Holy shit. This is one of the most impressive pieces of fanfiction I have ever read. It's— I feel speechless and like telling you the entire plot at the same time. It ties in with canon so perfectly, I would legit accept it as my Season 5. This is amazing. I cried, laughed, and am unreasonably invested. No shit. If you only ever read one fanfiction of my recommended ones, it needs to be this! || Still ongoing / Steve Harrington x f!Reader

You, Me, & Steve (one-shot) by @lis-likes-fics

➢ No Summary, so just listen to me describe it: Okay, so, Reader and Eddie are a couple and lately Eddie brings Steve along to everything, causing Reader to think he wants to be with Steve. Turns out our Babygirl is bicurious and Eddie offered that he and Reader be Steve’s first bi experience should she be up for it. She is. Here are the warnings or how I like to call it shopping list: smut, face riding, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, deepthroating, praise kink, daddy kink, gay sex, I'm not saying Steve's a sub but Steve's a sub, bottom!Steve, top!Eddie, switch?reader, overstimulation, threesome...

🐇: Listen: I read this fic a couple of months ago and LOST it! I couldn't find it anymore! BUT the way Reader and Eddie gave me MASSIVE bi-panic stuck in my head. THIS is one of my top Eddie x Steve x Reader fics... asdfghjkl. Do yourself a favor and read this kinky piece of porn.

helping hands. (one-shot) by @daddyreid

➢ Summary: you and steve are having some trouble getting you to fit him, so he takes you to his friend eddie, who is happy to help.

🐇: I love when things have vibes. And this had vibes. I would read an entire series like this. It’s a very good one-shot. daddy!steve harrington & dom!eddie. That's it. That's all I have to say. I also have a daddy kink so... Yeah.

Bad Idea (one-shot) by @lunarzstarz

➢ Summary: Not wanting to leave for college with your virginity still intact, you turn to your last resort that you know can only end terribly…

🐇: Fuckboy!Eddie can ruin my life. I am in pain but very pleased. I– This– He– The things he said... 💳💥💳💥 // Just read that there will be more parts and I– I just– YES?! This is so good.

as long as you need (one-shot) by @lilacletter

➢ Summary: your hang out with eddie takes a different turn when you confess something big to him. your ex wouldn’t make you cum because he thought you took too long to finish. eddie's reaction of shock and disbelief is the last thing you were expecting. you feel embarrassed for a moment but lucky for you, eddie has a lot of patience and a hidden desire to take care of you.

🐇: Wow. I loved this so much. So sweet. So smutty. So dorky. So perfect. 10/10. Bestfriend!Eddie & friends to lovers have my whole heart.

It's About Time (one-shot) by @eddiethefreakkmunson

➢ Summary: You and your best friend Eddie decide it's time to lose your virginity to each other, after all who is a better choice than the person you love more than anyone else in the world?

🐇: This was so sweet! I have such a weak spot for these tropes! Not to mention that Eddie is so soft through all of this. 100% boyfriend material.

the freak pirate and the slut princess (one-shot) by @mypoisonedvine

➢ Summary: halloween is that special night where you can be anything you want to be... maybe more than the labels everyone else gives you. maybe even more than 'just friends'. (aka, reader has a reputation, eddie's still a virgin, filth ensues)

🐇: This fic lives in my head rent-free. My brain chemistry got rearranged. Get your dose of friends to lovers & virgin!Eddie here! You won't regret it.

I´ll Paint You Mornings Of Gold (one-shot) by @shamevillain

➢ Summary: You’re the most special thing Eddie has in his life, he just wants to make sure you know it.

🐇: Labyrinth aka my favorite movie, spaghetti as candles, Eddie being so in love and high on sugar... Perfection.

Only Lonely (one-shot) by @shamevillain

➢ Summary: Rumors about Eddie Munson have run rampant as long as you can remember. You’ve crossed paths only briefly, but maybe the notorious freak of Hawkins isn’t as bad as you’ve come to believe.

🐇: YOU HAVE TO READ THIS! I lost it a while ago and finding it again was like discovering the lost city of Atlantis for me! The smut rearranged my brain chemistry. I am foaming at the mouth, that how good it was. And Eddie was perfect! Goofy, hot, sweet... 10/10. Seriously. Read it.

—✨The one's that follow are solely Omegaverse—A/O/B one-shots. I have fallen down the Omegaverse – Rabbit Hole. Didn't see myself interested in this. Yet, here I am. Don't judge me. Seriously. I’ll block you.✨—

it happened one night in detention (one-shot) by @mypoisonedvine

➢ Summary: eddie's chances of being an alpha are quite small. your chances of presenting as an omega, especially while still in high school, are almost none. almost.

🐇: I guess it has to do with my size kink and the fact that I am the most submissive bottom you've ever seen, but this? ↑THIS↑ is my jam. // edit: I read the book Heat Haven by Sarah Blue after this on Kindle Unlimited, and yeah, I am still into this. So into this.

I Heard Your Voice and it Carries Me (one-shot) by @cha0ticspacebi

➢ Summary: Like 91% of the population, you were now and would always be a beta. Except when your roommate moves out suddenly and fate connects you with Alpha Eddie Munson. After that, things start to change.

🐇: Don't look at me 🫣! I already told you I fell down a rabbit hole! This was so cute & fluffy, and the well-developed worldbuilding in this one-shot is so good. Don't judge me!

little glass doves (one-shot) by @mysticmunson

➢ No Summary, so enjoy my attempt to describe it: Alpha!Eddie and Omega!Reader are already a couple and recently both presented. Their friends are keeping them now at distance since... Hormones, Ya know?

🐇: No smut, just hinting. But it's so cute.

between four walls (one-shot) by @mysticmunson

➢ Summary: when you disappear from school for a few days, eddie is a bit bewildered, until he has a sneaking suspicion.

🐇: I hope this author never stops feeding my alpha!eddie addiction. This is the spicy brother of “little glass doves.” Stunning.

To the writers of these fics:

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ladykailitha · 3 months

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Look, considering I've only gotten involved in Stranger Things after season four and therefore haven't been around the fans during other new season filming starts, but my brothers/sisters/nb in fandom what the honest fuck is going on right now?

I have been a part of other fandoms when new seasons started filming and the worst I'd seen was BBC Sherlock. And you lot are behaving worst then they did.

And Jesus fuck, that's a fucking low ass bar.

(Again I am ship and let ship, kinktomato, and headcanon free for all)

But this is just what I've seen in my small deliberately secluded corner of the internet so forgive me if I get some things wrong.

Ronance fans have turned on Steddie fans.

Steddie fans are trying to eat each other over who tops and who bottoms between two horny, barely out of their teens, men.

Eddie is confirmed dead.

Dustin is trying to become Eddie.

People want Will dead because Noah Schnapps said some stupid shit regarding genocide.

And Argyle isn't coming back.

I'm going to give you my feelings on these so buckle up lets go:

1- Steddie and Ronance fans have turned on each other. And I know this because I doom scroll through steddie tag. That Ronance fans think Steddie fans are delusional and that they're going down after season five airs and there will be more Ronance fans because they're perfect for each other.

Where to even begin on this? First, never tell a shipper that their ship is never going to be canon because they don't care. Just ask all the Destiel, johnlock, and merarthur fans. Steddie fans are just going to ignore all but the most salient parts of season 5 if Eddie doesn't come back and write AUs for the rest of their lives. You know, like they have since the last scene on the Piggyback faded to black?

Secondly, I don't think I've seen much Ronance without Steddie. Granted I only read Steddie, but it seems that the two ships are tied pretty heavily together. The fruity four comes to mind. So maybe it's that they're getting tired of being a side ship next to a massive one like Steddie. Who knows. But apparently they're bitter.

And I say that because they keep tagging their anti-Steddie posts as Steddie to make sure we see it. Honestly, I just block them and go about my day. But seriously, I've never understood people's need to be shitty like posting hate on the tag for that thing. If you don't like it, fine. Block and move on.

Thirdly. Lastly. Maybe. I don't like Ronance. I saw the charms when I first joined the fandom and it was cute. Until the more I read and I realized that most of the time they don't bring up that Jonathan is even a person let alone Nancy's current boyfriend. That most of the time Steve is written wildly out of character about not caring that they're a couple and that he just wants them to be happy. Like, one Jonathan is severely under used in the fics I've read. Like Will doesn't have an older brother anymore. It's all Steve or Eddie. Which considering how you like your flavor of queer for Eddie or Steve (gay/pan/bisexual) Will talking to them about being gay makes sense, but Jonathan showed us in the last season that he is going to protect Will no matter what. Then blip! in fanfics, he's gone.

And then the whole Steve being okay with Robin not only dating an ex-girlfriend of his, but the ex. The one he thought he was going to marry. The one he dreamed a whole fucking future on. That was still hurt by two fucking years later. You either think very lowly of Steve or you just don't care. Because if you think Robin and Steve are the same person/share the same braincell/ride or die for life, there is no way even if Nancy threw herself at Robin would she even consider it. (I can write a whole ass post just on this by the way, don't get me started.)

2- This is the most recent bullshittery due to a current event about Sub Eddie. This is the worst discourse in any fandom and the worst offenders on either side tend say the most homophobic shit imaginable.

And it's pointless. Whether you think Steve is a top or bottom, whether you think he's dom or a sub. Same with Eddie. Everyone has their own flavor they prefer and they won't always match up with yours.

Personally I write them whatever feels natural for the story. But here's the major crux of the matter. I don't believe a little nerd in Bumfuck, Indiana has any idea what flagging is. I'm sorry. Left pocket, right pocket. Doesn't matter. The likely of him even knowing what BDSM is is pretty slim. I grew up in a small town. There will be some people that know, but that's because they know adults in the scene.

Don't like, don't read. Seriously, guys. Let people enjoy what they want to.

My personal feelings on the matter is that Steve is a bottom/sub because he deserves to be taken care of and Eddie would absolutely want to be that person for Steve, in and out of the bedroom. Again, you do you, beau.

3- The tombstone. Sigh. It was hard to see that. Not just because it confirms he's dead, but because it's been defaced. Most likely like fans have said, "BURN IN HELL" the poor bastard.

Having a tombstone doesn't necessarily preclude Eddie's return. There are several ways he can still comeback Kas! theory not withstanding. But the wank here is people jumping on Steddie shippers and Eddie fans in general pointing and screaming "see!"

Like we didn't have campaigns for Barb and Bob and (Billy). If someone's favorite character has died, don't be dicks when they want them to be resurrected a la Jim Hopper. Because that right there is the main reason people will still hold out hope until the final scene fades to black, okay?

I guess this one is just be nicer to each other, okay?

4- *sob* like holy fuck. Dustin you sweetheart. The long hair, the torn Hellfire t-shirt, the rings. The horns and sticking out his tongue. That poor boy needs several hugs STAT! And of course, people can't leave well enough alone on Facebook, I couldn't tell you how many of the comments were "steddie fans are going to make this all about them, aren't they?" Even though there wasn't a single comment by a Steddie making it about Steve/Eddie. But so many eye rolls. The other half were death threats against Noah Schnapp.

Which brings me to...

5- Noah Schnapp said some really shitty things about Zionism and the attack on Gaza. There is no escaping that. He said them. He double downed on them. And while yes it sucks he said those things, let's not forget he's still young and stupid. He's barely 18/19 years old. I remember being that age and saying stupid fucked up shit, and hoo boy does this make me grateful I was well into adulthood when the internet became a thing (24ish).

There are a lot of reasons to be upset by his comments and I get that. But death threats and calls for his dismissal/boycotts just seems excessive to me.

One, because the story began with a kidnapped little boy and a runaway little girl. If you get rid of one of them especially this close to the end it would fuck up the story. Now if there was more than one season left, sure. But this is literally the end. And for all we know, Will's character may already be doomed by the narrative. So calling for it now isn't go to do anything. Especially since they already had all the scripts written and would have finished filming if it hadn't been for the strikes.

Two, one person on the cast said something stupid and hurtful and you want to boycott the entire show for it? Like, what did David Harbor, Joe Keery, Maya Hawke, Millie Bobby Brown and all the others do to deserve you boycotting their show? If the last season tanks it could seriously hurt their careers, but hey Noah Schnapp said something bad, so fuck them?

I'm going to stop there, because this is another one I can go on and on about, but yeah. Don't hurt other people in your rush to vilify an 18 year old.

6- Eduardo Franco recently said that he didn't get a call so he didn't think he would be back. He was sure that ship had sailed.

Fans are upset, naturally. Argyle was a sweetheart and deserves better than to be cut from the story like that.

But thanks to the incident with David Harbor and Jim Hopper supposedly being dead, a lot of fans are saying he's only saying that because it's a "secret" he's coming back. Which would make sense for Eddie or any of the other character died. Martin Brenner, for example, but not Argyle. There would be no need for subterfuge. Plus, he would already be out in Georgia if he was coming back.

It's sad that he was done dirty this way, but if they split up the filming like they've done before there is still a chance he might get to come back, but as far as the current filming is concerned, yeah Argyle isn't coming back.

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Just... be kind to each other. Remember that the other people on the end of the URL is an actual person with feelings. That people can like what they like so if they aren't hurting you, don't hurt them, okay?

#my writing #stranger things #ladykailitha rants #tw wank #fandom wank #season 5

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thorniest-rose · 8 months

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Can I ask why you see Steve as being a "bottom"? I am reading Prism which is great, but this is the only place where I see can Steve as a "bottom", simply because of the way he is written here--I personally see him as a "top" in the actual show and most fics, at least with regards to Eddie, who I always see as a "bottom".

sorry but this is such an oddly phrased question. You're asking why I write Steve as a bottom when you see him as a top...?

He's a fictional character so it's all a matter of preference. A lot of other people write Steve as the bottom and I don't think I need to justify why I do. Also... Steve isn't a top or bottom on the show, or written / performed as a top or bottom because he's not in a gay relationship, so how would we ever know? And I find the idea strange that there would be behavioural signifiers to show whether someone was a top or a bottom, like it isn't that simple. Steve can be a leader and be strong and confident and masculine (if that's what it means for him to seem like a top on the show?) and still want to bottom in bed. Like these things aren't mutually exclusive.

And, why should Eddie be the bottom? Why does he come across as a bottom? Again, personality and behaviours don't directly correlate to what position or sexual dynamic you like in bed, so I'm confused???

#asks #sorry but??????#i write steve as a bottom because i want to anon #and that's about it

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enam3l · 1 year

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the big question (rockstar eddie x reader)

4.6k words / pure fluff / suitable for 16+ / a follow up to this / an ode to this one / the events from october mentioned in this fic happen here

a.n: I took a break from this series at the end of December, ending with a cliffhanger to carry on right in the new year. But things don't always work out! I had been going full steam with this series since it started at the end of October and I was burnt out. At times I really wanted to just give it up. However I couldn't quite let this family go. The most amazing part is how many of you have become so attached to this series and have supported me none stop from the start and throughout my break. This series started my first go at fanfic, now there are nearly 1000 of you following. This one is for you, a lot of you know who you are. This is the biggest step in Rockstar Eddie & Reader's story yet. ily all. thank you from the bottom of my heart. enjoy!

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

There is a hole burning through Eddie Munson's pocket. A small velvet box scorching the leather of his jacket, desperately crying for his attention. It takes everything in him to not fiddle with it and risk drawing your attention. Eddie woke up, limbs tangled in yours after reuniting yesterday after three gruelling weeks apart. You had swept him away with your sexy surprise the moment he walked through the door, distracting him from what he was going to do. Therefore today was the day. Eddie Munson was going to propose.

The ring had been in Steve's safe keeping since Halloween because who better to act as his personal Gollum other than Mother hen Harrington. So early this morning Eddie slipped out of your grasp, grateful several rounds of I-missed-you sex last night had exhausted you, and he called Steve. The plan was set in motion. Eddie nudged you awake a couple of hours later to announce Steve and Marissa were hosting brunch, suggesting you went there before your usual Sunday routine in New York.

It was easy for Eddie and Steve to slip away to retrieve the ring, with you and Marissa instantly falling into your own little world. As you and your friend squealed, from behind you, Eddie's chocolate eyes glared at Steve's caramel ones, which were tearing up knowing what would happen before the end of the day. Marissa dragged you away into the apartment, rattling off her to do list. Despite having lived with Steve in Hawkins for two years now, Marissa had hung onto her New York apartment. You'd always assumed she'd kept it for sentimental reasons, having inherited it from her grandfather. Her and Steve still used it to have getaways. But the sudden decision to sell had you slightly suspicious.

'So how come you've randomly decided to finally sell?' You tried to dig.

Marissa had been your friend for too many years now, her reactions never went unnoticed. Like how at your question she cast her gaze away, pretending to occupy herself with some packing.

'Just... um, finally felt time. And like... could always do with the extra cash...' she rambled.

Your best friend instincts tingled, certain that something was afoot. Secretly hoping the reason is what you want it to be. But you let it slide as you see the blush creep up her tanned cheeks. You're sure she'll spill soon enough.

In the bedroom, Steve retrieved the ring from its hiding place. Attempting to insert the code into the mini safe through teary eyes.

'Why have you got a safe, man?' Eddie questioned, peering over his best friends shoulder.

'I bought it! I wasn't taking risks,' the safe unlocks and Steve brandishes the velvet box, 'you trusted me with this and I am taking my job very seriously!'

With unsteady hands, Eddie takes the box, holding it tight like it might disappear.

'That's... unnecessary but appreciated. Thanks Harrington, you're a good friend... my best friend.'

Eddie's voice croaks with emotion, all the plotting, all the waiting, it's finally about to pay off. The friend who introduced you to him, is now helping him propose. Steve was already a wreck but seeing Eddie's brewing tears and rare sentimental words, push him over.

'You're my best friend too, Munson,' Steve sobs, 'I love you, man.'

Eddie cracks in return, pulling him into a bear hug.

'Shit, love you too, brother,' Eddie sniffles, 'couldn't have done it without you. Survived it all. Done the band... met her. Couldn't have done it myself.'

Steve is near spluttering at the gooey sentiments oozing out of his best friend.

'You deserve it, Ed. Deserve her, deserve a happy ending.'

For a while, the pair just stand there embracing and smacking each other on the back. Eventually they straighten up and dry their eyes before you and Marissa catch them and assume one of them is on death's door.

Despite the sea of boxes, Marissa pulls off an excellent brunch. Some how it was all your favourite foods. But even that couldn't distract you from the bizarre energy surrounding the dining table. Marissa picks at her food like it's poisoned. Steve keeps gazing at you all moony eyed. Then Eddie can't even look at you at all, his shoulders rigid under his tee. You eye them all suspiciously as you finish your meal, something is definitely afoot. By the time you leave their apartment, no one has cracked. The only thing that has cracked is your spine as Steve hugs you goodbye so tightly you wonder if he loves you or is trying to kill you. As soon as you're on the street you turn to Eddie who has become mute in the last half hour.

'Maybe it's a good job they're selling the apartment, clearly there's a gas leak. Everyone's so freakin' weird today...'you rant to a frankly, gormless Eddie.

'Good god. Have you been inhaling it too? Let's go, loverboy!'

You roll your eyes and take Eddie's clammy hand, tugging him along behind you. Internally, he's grateful for your ability to take charge as his nerves have rendered him useless. He follows you hopelessly through the streets of New York. Inside he's praying you just think the coffee didn't agree with him, rather than the truth - which is his mind is racing a million miles a minute over how he's going to ask you to marry him.

Thankfully, you've gone into your usual Sunday market mode. Eddie watches as you transform into a woman on a mission. Carefully eyeing everything that interests you. He finds himself smiling as you lose yourself in an array of flower stalls. Your soft finger tips brushing against even softer petals. There's an endless collection of different types, half he's never seen or heard of before. But he knows you will have. Knows you'll buy a bunch that are alien to him and he'll have the pleasure of listening to you explain their origin and meaning. By bedtime he'll know what they represent, where they grow and every little myth about them. Despite your swooning over the colours or shapes of the petals, Eddie believes no flower holds a candle to your beauty. Amongst the sea of flora, you stand tallest, brightest and boldest. You return, grin beaming and proudly flourishing your chosen bouquet before him.

'Pretty,' Eddie murmurs, 'but not as pretty as you, sweetheart.'

He kisses your forehead and you keen under his sweetness. Both the blush on his cheeks and the nervous bob of his Adam's apple goes unnoticed. You walk on whilst Eddie's brain swirls looking at the flowers you hold proudly. Will those be what she chooses for the wedding? He wonders. Will she even want a big wedding with floral arrangements and table settings? Is she going to throw a bouquet? Who will catch it?

Without realising, Eddie finds himself approaching your usual bench at the park with you. Apparently around the time he had begun wondering where you'd like to go on a honeymoon, you'd bought two pretzels and brought him to the park.

'Are you sitting down, Eds?' Your voice chirps. Pretty eyes wide looking up at him in confusion from where you sit on the bench.

'Yeah, sorry baby. Was miles away...' he remains gazing at you dreamily as he takes a seat. Once his backside touches the wood, you shuffle up next to him, legs swinging over his.

'No worries, my dreamy boy,' you coo.

Pressing a kiss to his already glowing cheeks. Your head rests against his shoulder as you both begin to pick at your pretzels, watching the world around you. Opposite and just a few benches down sit an elderly couple. They lean against each other, near mirroring you and Eddie. Their echoing laughter shows their wrinkles weren't from age but a life worth living. It's a future you've always dreamed of. Considering you've been together four years now - as of this month - you're hoping it's a future that'll happen with Eddie.

'I think...' you pipe up, 'if I'm like that in fifty years, I know I'll have lived a pretty great life.'

Eddie stirs at the sudden sound of your voice. Too focused on listing every shade he could spot in your iris, to realise what caught your attention.

'Hmm? Like what, sweets?'

'Like that!' You subtly point to the sweet old couple. Upon seeing the subject of your daydreams, Eddie's heart twinges. He wants to stand up and scream in the middle of the park THAT WILL BE US, HAVE YOU NOT REALISED I HAVE BEEN SWEATING ALL DAY THINKING OF A MOMENT TO PROPOSE TO YOU. But now isn't the moment to propose. Something just doesn't feel quite perfect yet. It'll hit him eventually.

'You big softie,' he smirks, pressing a kiss to your temple. 'Is that what you'll still want, to be all crinkled and still in this old park?'

He says it as coolly as he can muster, all the while his brain shouts please say yes, please say yes, I'll live in this park until we die if you wanted.

'Yeah... what good is money and fame and success if at the end of the day, you've not got anyone to share it with forever.'

You nuzzle further into his shoulder, praying that he gets the hint. Eddie chuckles, 'I don't know if I'll make it that long, baby. This rock n roll lifestyle takes its toll...'

He's met with a mocking look as you sit straight to stare at him.

'Eddie, honey... you literally sulk if I don't make you a smoothie every morning. You take vitamins!'

He cackles, peppering kisses over your sassy little face.

'Ssh, Y/N! Anyone could be listening. You'll have my beauty secrets on the cover of tomorrow's papers.'

The next stop on your Sunday tour de force is the record store. It's the place Eddie is certain you've both spent most of your income since moving in together. As the chime of the bell announces your arrival, you're met with a cheerful wave from the owner. You've definitely paid to put at least one of his kids through college. Eddie tails behind you as you skip across the creaking floors in search of something. He smiles to himself, this is how it's been since the night he met you; him hopelessly willing to follow you to the end of the earth. In meeting you, overnight he was transformed from a wallowing lonely rockstar into a lovesick puppy. He'd never go back to the way it was.

Already you've foraged a handful of singles and are setting up the record player at the back of the shop floor to listen. A listening area is set up behind colourful beaded crystal curtains. The light from the old big windows refract through them, glittering rainbows across your perfect features. You're a fucking dream, he thinks, as he pulls back the curtain to join you.

Your fingers fiddle to play the first single and the speakers hum with the opening notes to It Must Be Love by Madness. Once the lyrics start you're softly singing along, approaching Eddie with gooey eyes. Hoping he understands how much each lyric resonates with how you feel about him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tug him close. The two of you sway together as the chorus kicks in. Both faces beaming with goofy grins. A sickening sight of mushy affection to anyone else outside of the scene. But to the pair of you, it was just another moment inside the bubble you'd found yourselves in since meeting. Eddie takes your hand to spin you around, the finger tips of your free hand brushing against the crystals causing them to tinkle.

As the song builds up to the end, Eddie dips you down dramatically causing you to burst into fits of giggles. His eyebrows wiggling theatrically, pleased he made you laugh. He plants a sloppy movie star kiss to your lips on the final notes of the song. Once he brings you back up, you can't help but take in the beautiful boy before you. His round nose, all consuming smile and those deep chocolate eyes you see your future in. Well into his twenties, he is still effortlessly boyish.

'I think you're the silliest boy on earth, Eddie Munson,' you whisper.

Eddie gasps in faux outrage.

'And I think you'll find I'm a man, Miss Y/N. You should know!' His naughty grin widening causing you to roll your eyes to mask the brewing giggle.

'Can we do the photobooth?' You ask hopefully.

'Ugh! Who am I to deprive my sweetheart. Of course!'

You squeal and skitter off to the old photobooth that sits in the other corner of the shop.

As Eddie follows you, a poster tacked to the notice board catches his eye. Upon seeing the listing, a cartoon bulb virtually appears above his head and lights up. Perfect. He smirks to himself as he walks to find you waiting. The photobooth was an old one the owner had taken from the beachside funfair. For some reason, you absolutely loved it and insisted upon going in every time you came in store. Honestly, Eddie had never particularly cared for being photographed. Inside he was still an awkward rejected teenager who wanted to curl up on himself. When you're continually gawped at for your appearance and for sticking out, you lose the desire to want a permanent reminder of yourself. But now, he didn't mind photos. Not when they were with you. He liked how his smile was just from being in your presence. Liked how he has a physical memory of an adventure together. A frozen moment in time of being hopelessly in love with you.

You push him inside the booth, then clamber on top of his lap before pulling the velvet curtain shut.

'Pull that curtain tight, baby. Don't want the people to see what we get up to!'

You swat at his shoulders. Admittedly, it wouldn't be the first time you would take some none PG photos in a booth together.

'Behave, Munson! Are you ready?'

Eddie nods. So focused on the word Munson falling off your lips he doesn't notice you press the buttons. He's dying inside to call you Munson back. Desperate to officially be a family.

The first flash startles him, ensuring a photo of you looking perfect and him looking awestruck.

For the next flash he sinks his teeth into your shoulder causing you to squirm and burst into giggles.

The next you get him back by licking the side of his face and he looks like he enjoys that far too much.

He wonders if he should ask right now. Have the moment he asks if you'll be his forever, in a photograph forever. But then he remembers the poster that caught his eye. No, he'll refrain. There's an even better option.

The final flash, Eddie pulls you into a deep kiss. The kind where both of you lose your fingers in the others hair. Hopefully, the next time you kiss like that, you will have just agreed to be the future Mrs Munson.

Your smile beams, pleased with the finished product. Another strip of photos together for you to add to the collection you have hanging on a string in the bedroom.

'They're perfect,' you squeal, 'okay, I'm just going to go get those singles and buy them. See you in a min!'

Eddie is grateful to the universe for distracting you and allowing him to spring into action. Once your back is turned he fleas back over to the poster, ripping it off the board and scurrying to the phone for public use. His calloused tips hammer in the numbers and he makes a very important call.

By the time you've left the record store, the sun had hidden behind the clouds. A soft light casting over the city. You swing your joined hands between the two of you.

'So, what's next, Eds?'

Eddie fakes a dramatic ponder, his ringed index finger tapping his lip.

'Well, a little birdy told me that someone's favourite film is playing at her favourite movie theatre...'

Your face lights up with excitement as you gasp.

'Seriously?!'

'Yep! Would I ever lie to you about such serious matters? Wanna go?'

His heart-warms as you practically dance on the spot.

'Yes yes yes!'

Internally he cackles, he knew you couldn't resist. The plan was officially in motion.

It was hard to concentrate, not that Eddie needed to, you'd made him watch the movie countless times. But with the anticipation and excitement fizzing inside, ready to explode any second like a shook up soda, it may as well have been on mute. He's already raised suspicions with you by the way his knee relentlessly jiggled, causing his chain to rattle and the popcorn to spill.

'Ed, I told you to pee before we went in!' You whispered passive aggressively in his ear like a mom.

God, you'll be a great mom he thinks, although he's never pushed the topic. Always assuming if you wanted kids you'd tell him. He'd raise a herd of sheep if that's what you wanted, he's so hopelessly stupid for you.

There was no need to watch the movie when he could watch you. See how the screen reflected and flickered in your sparkling eyes. How they lit up at your favourite moments and how he'd catch you subconsciously mouthing along with the romantic declarations. He wanted to make a romantic declaration, a perfect movie moment just for you. You were the strongest person he knew - somewhat terrifying at times - however inside you were soft and sweet. That was never more obvious than when tears sparkle in your eyes at the climax of the love story. Nothing made Eddie feel more privileged than knowing you opened up that soft centre to him. Trusted him with that most vulnerable part when so many people before had tried to poison it. You were it for him.

It's quiet in the lobby when you skip out of the screen, the hand that clutches Eddie's is sticky from candy.

'Enjoy the movie?' He asks innocently, internally chuckling that he's merely buying time. You spin around to plant a sugary kiss on his lips.

'Always,' you hum, 'never gets old. Thank you for watching it with me again.'

Eddie grins, he wants to declare how he'll watch it over and over with you until the end of time - but he's not giving up the game yet. So he just smiles and returns the kiss.

'Okay, I'm gonna pee before we go!'

And with that you pad over the sticky crimson carpets to the bathrooms. The movie theatre is verging on an artefact at this point, but it has become a beloved refuge for the pair of you. After meticulously picking a quiet corner of New York where you could exist unbothered, your first weekend in your new home was spent seeking out what the area had to offer. That's when you found it. Aged and grand with a delicate carved stone front. The only identifier that a building so beautiful was a movie theatre was the old manual listings board. It quickly became a quiet haven to waste away your days in. Watching niche, bizarre and forgotten films alongside regulars; half of whom as old as the building itself.

As soon as you disappeared into the bathroom, one of the staff swept past Eddie. Inconspicuously whispering,

'Operation the big question is ago, everything is set!'

The message was followed by a small thumbs up, mirrored by the other staff stood behind the concessions stand. It was happening. Eddie Munson was going to propose.

His sweating palms went to check the small box was still tucked into his jacket pocket. Check, still there. He ran over everything he wanted to say when he asked the big question. Then a couple times more, just to be sure. Oh god, he groans to himself, why is this the longest pee she's ever taken. He's a man on edge! But still, double check on the speech. It's not like he's been assembling this declaration of love gradually since meeting you in that dingy bar four years ago. As if it's not the sentiments that have made up the majority of Corroded Coffin's lyrics ever since.

By the time you exit onto the street, Eddie is perplexed that you haven't notice he's shaking like a leaf. He retracts his hand from yours, earning him a sulky pout and he tries desperately for his words not to tremble like his hands.

'Have you got your camera, sweetheart?'

You quirk a brow at the random request.

'Um, yeah? It's in my bag somewhere...' you trail off as you feel up the fabric for the rectangular shape. Once you're satisfied it's there you look back up, face still puzzled.

'How come?'

'Wanna take a picture...' Eddie bats his lashes, giving you his sweetest look. He sees the suspicious squint in your eye and hits you with some smooth talk to keep you just where he wants. 'Cos my girls lookin purdyyy.'

Just like magic, he cracks you, causing a giggle to overtake your skepticism.

'Well, if you insist. S'pose I shouldn't deprive you of your muse,' you poke at him as your pass the Polaroid over.

I can't believe this is working, Eddie's internal voice screams. He shuffles back towards to road. Angling the camera so the cinema can be seen perfectly behind you. The soft lights from the billboard and the setting sun casting an ethereal glow over you.

'Do I have any chocolate or anything on my face!' You panic suddenly.

'No... you're perfect,' Eddie's voice breaks as he speaks but you're distracted as you pose.

The camera flashes and captures the most important moment of your lives so far and you're completely oblivious. You scamper over towards Eddie, grabby hands seeking the freshly printed photo. He gnaws his lip as you wiggle with the developing photo.

'So silly, Eds, why did you want a pictur-' you trail off as the picture emerges on the paper. Eyes squinting then widening. You look to the photo, then to Eddie, then to the photo and then finally you turn around.

The cinema's listings board has been rearranged. The title of the film you just watched and the timings have been swiped off now replaced with the words

'SWEETHEART WILL YOU MARRY ME?'

A noise between a gasp and a sob gets caught in your throat.

'What the fuck?' You whisper.

When you finally turn around, Eddie Munson, your boyfriend, the strange rockstar in a bar you met by sheer coincidence four years ago, is down on one knee with a small box in his hands.

'Eddie...' you croak.

He raises his quivering hand to stop your words.

'Y/N, I know I never shut up but just let me speak first...'

You nod, all words lost anyway.

'Y/N, I have spent my whole life feeling not quite right, not quite good enough, not quite whole. I never had a real family, never managed to live a normal life. Went through hell and back... literally.'

His voice wavers and tears prick, the same as you at the mention of his childhood and the place that nearly stole him before you ever got to meet him.

'By some miracle, I managed to get a second chance at life. The band worked out and I accepted that was more than I ever could've asked for. But I still wasn't whole. But it was better than I ever thought someone like me could get.

Then at a random show, back in the town that tortured me, something I can only believe is a miracle happened. The most beautiful being I've ever seen appeared. You. And by some stroke of luck, you saw me. You saw me in a way no one ever had and ever has. I spent that whole night with you and for the first time, I felt that hole inside me begin to fill. And I chased you to Chicago because it was you, you were what was making me whole.

You were the missing piece. I can't believe I get to have a life with you and I can't imagine a life without you now.

You're my family, the family neither of us have. I want to make that official. Want to give you the family you've always deserved.

Y/N Y/L/N will you please, marry me?'

Your tears have long escaped your eyes, now a wet trail runs down your pink cheeks. Eddie's brown eyes seem bigger and brighter than ever, in them glimmers every shade of brown. In them is your future. You push past the lump in your throat.

'Yes, Eddie, yes. Of course. You're everything to me. I think it would've been a yes when you followed me to Chicago when I met you for just the second time. It was always going to be you. Always you. Yes, please,' you sob.

'Oh thank god,' he sobs in return.

'Now, please get off the floor- this is New York!' You laugh, tugging him up by the wrists and pulling him into a kiss.

His plush lips crashing to yours passionately, both of your brushing cheeks wet with tears. It feels like the first kiss of the rest of your life. Suddenly, Eddie pulls away.

'Oh, shit, I forgot to give you the ring!' His panic makes you giggle.

The soft velvet box, he'd been gripping finally reveals the ring that had been in hiding since October. The treasure inside causes your breath to hitch.

'Eddie...'

'Can I?' He asks nervously as if you hadn't said yes.

His big hand holding yours, thumb running over the finger he hopes will signify you're his forever. You nod and he slides the ring on perfectly, as if it was meant to be. The ring is breathtaking, delicate and unique, clearly vintage with a story.

'It's... it's gorgeous. Baby, where did you get it? I just - I couldn't have picked one more perfect.'

Eddie blushes. Now he's truly about to expose how much he's thought about this moment.

'I remember we once went to some pawn shop and there was this big display of second hand jewellery. I caught you looking at all those rings... looked so sad. Told me how you were always jealous of people who had family heirlooms like that. You never had one cos of your family. Didn't have a history to pass on. And it made you sad people would give that away. So... I saw it and I thought maybe we could rescue someone's heirloom and make it our family's. Start a new tradition y'know.'

You're not sure how or when you stopped crying that night. The love you'd been harbouring for Eddie all these years finally began to spill over. Never in your life had you felt so loved for who you were to the core. Now you got to spend your life with him. Perhaps the tears stopped when your bodies were tangled together that night. Becoming the epitome of making love. As you both panted the promise of your future, the magic words drawing you closer to the edge.

'Mrs Munson.'

That was your future. Eddie was your future. Everything you hadn't had growing up no longer mattered. You were at the beginning of your true family, The Munsons. Both of your eyes fluttered heavy with sleep, dreaming of the prospect of how the Munson family would grow. But that was a conversation for another day.

Before sleep finally takes you, a question comes to you.

'Eds?' You whisper into his chest. He sleepily hums in response.

'When did you get the ring?'

He can finally reveal his secret now.

'Last year... in October. Steve's been harbouring it for months. I found it in California near the recording studio,' he chuckles. Proud of his cunning and for not cracking sooner.

Of course he's been planning this. Yes, you think, I’m the luckiest person in the world to feel loved like this. You fall asleep laughing with him. The pair of you delirious with exhaustion and love sickness.

my taglist angels: @whoahoney@lukewearingbeanies @esme-viridian @elysian-chaos @munsonology@mseddiemunson @kreepja @midnightsgetawaycar

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HAPPY END OF KINKTOBER! UWUSILLYGIRL'S BIG HUGE THANK YOU POST!

hi!!!!

first and foremost, i'd love to thank everyone for such a fabulous kinktober. i was tentative about doing something within the community; i was worried no one would participate, or i would be organizing an event "wrong", or that people would feel limited by my prompts and suggestions. you all made sure that absolutely NONE OF THESE FEARS WERE WARRANTED! everyone came with the COOLEST shit.

here is a brief collection of some of my personal favorites; either just stunningly written, fascinatingly done, or personally my cup of tea (and i will not tell you which is which! lmao!)

A SHORT LIST OF SOME FANTASTIC PIECES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER):

@aicosu's "KNOCK KNOCK": oxy-addicted, adhd, dopamine hole eddie and fastidious, nerdy, ex-fundamentalist chrissy meet at the glory hole of a seedy sex arcade. visceral, headachey, and so hot.

@staceymcgillicuddy's whole series was awesome, but i LOVED their "humiliation + bladder control" prompt especially. nasty and mean!

@jewelledfoxes' also had banger after banger, but i really loved their bottoming from the top prompt, "i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck" .

the anonymously posted "if loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right": the most charming, sweetest little take on hybristophilia a girl has ever seen! chrissy sees eddie being very evil and bad (read as: harmless graffiti) and is simply swept away by his raw criminality. so cute, soft, silly, fantastic.

@chrissy-n-eddie's "Bottom Bunk", a one-shot using "gender bend" and "spit" to give the CUTEST DAMN SAPPHIC CAMP COUNSELOR PUSSY EATING FIC TO EVER EXIST MAYBE EVER? THEY'VE GOT SUNBURNED NOSES! THEY'RE IN LITTLE YELLOW T-SHIRTS!

@bettercraic went big-brained as all hell with their jonathan/nancy/eddie/chrissy voyuerism installment, "let's make a team". quick and sexy.

@erythromanc3r wrote this mean and insane and nasty one-shot, "kiss me where you bruise me" that is the hottest anything ever. you're never gonna guess what i loved about it (kidding. you will. it's mean.)

FINALLY! i would like to thank those who stuck to THEIR OWN HARD LIMITS, CREATED WHOLE SERIES, OR WANTED TO DO SOMETHING ELSE! we had some people make whole cohesive (@hunter-gatherer-stuff) stories, we had some people come in and write about pimple popping, we had people write shit (@badlydrawnlips) based on my own indulgent little kink dynamics (sorry, couldn't not mention that one... so baller), and best of all, we had people write their own stuff when the prompts were not for them. that made my heart so happy.

A FINAL PERVERT'S NOTE:

if you are working on a kinktober series that's gonna take more time, if you have prompts in process that you suddenly have the urge to finish, if you wake up in a cold sweat on december 3rd and just NEED to write about spit, fucking do it and tag it. i love you so much. every day is kinktober if you are a true pervert. take your time, love your life, remember that fanfiction (like art in general!) should be an enjoyable effort and made under your own rules!

there is still some stuff i have left to read on the tag! and i loved literally everything i read, this is just a rapid-fire word vomit. i PROMISE i will get around to anything unread soon! i am so unbelievably pleased about this month, thank you all again so, so, so much!

#hellcheer kinktober 2023 #i couldn't find some of you to tag!! if you are unmentioned in one of my links please let me know!!

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johnquinnhughes · 2 years

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The Thing that Should Not Be - Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

!! TECHNICALLY CONTAINS SPOILERS SO YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN’T READ UNTIL AFTER WATCHING VOL. 2 🧡 !!

A/N: Hi, everyone!! This is my first time posting my writing on tumblr. I have thick skin so I won’t ask you to be kind or go easy on me if thats not your thing, but I would love to hear your feedback, whatever it may be! If ya’ll dig this, I may post more in the future.

Also!! The title comes from the Metallica song, but it doesn’t really have anything to do with the fic, I just thought it was fitting.

WARNINGS: This is sad, there’s no other way to put it. If you’re looking for a comfort fic, this ain't the one. It basically follows Eddie’s partner as they mourn him following the events in 4x09. Doesn’t contain explicit spoilers, per say (aka it doesn't go into detail regarding how he died, etc.) but does include some things from the episode. That being said, if you don’t want to read about death, loss and sadness, please don't read this.

It was nearing 3am when the front door opened, in walking Dustin and Steve.

“Oh, thank god,” you exclaimed, nearly jumping on the both of them, one arm wrapped around each boy.

After a moment, you pulled back to look at them. Someone was missing. The most important person, in your biased opinion.

“Where’s Eddie?” You asked, the same grateful smile still plastered on your lips.

Dustin and Steve looked at each other, defeated.

“Dustin? Steve?” You tried again, the smile now slowly falling from your face, “Where’s Eddie?”

With a pained expression, Dustin reached deep into his jacket pocket, pulling out what you immediately recognized as Eddie’s guitar pick necklace.

“I am so sorry, y/n,” Dustin said, holding the object out to you, his bottom lip trembling.

It was like you went into shock. Your entire body felt cold, and you couldn’t move. A sob ripped from your lungs, causing Dustin and Steve to wince.

“No,” you cried, “No, he’s not... he can’t be...”

Your knees gave out, and you collapsed to the carpeted floor, head in your hands as you wailed. The breathless sobs echoed around the living room, tears soaking your t-shirt and the floor below you.

Dustin and Steve knelt beside you, each with a hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly.

“We wanted to save him, y/n,” Steve explained through tears of his own, “But we didn’t get to him in time.”

You looked at them, “Why weren’t you with him?!” You spat.

“I was, initially! But then he just, took off. I tried to go after him, y/n, believe me. I was just too late,” Dustin hung his head in shame.

“He didn’t die alone, y/n,” Steve continued, “He died in Dustin’s arms. Dustin made sure he knew he was cared for. That he was loved.”

You nodded, listening intently before another round of sobs ravaged your body, causing you to curl up on the floor once again, Steve and Dustin not leaving your side.

“I should’ve gone,” you whimpered, “If I had gone, he would still be alive.”

“You don’t know that,” Dustin said, “Please, y/n. You can’t blame yourself for this.”

You sniffled, clutching Eddie’s necklace to your chest. “Oh, Eddie,” you cried, “How could you do this to me? What am I supposed to do without you?”

Steve and Dustin sat with you for the next few hours as you wept. As the sun began to rise, the two of them helped you to bed, tucking you in and placing a glass of water on your bedside table. They decided to stay with you, Steve sleeping on the couch and Dustin on the floor beside him. You wouldn’t admit it in the moment, but they knew you didn’t want to be alone, plus it was now after 7am and they still hadn’t slept.

As you lay in bed, you stared at the empty space beside you, a space that would never be filled again, Eddie’s side of the bed. It might as well have had his name stitched into the sheets.

You lay there, running your fingers over the cool fabric, the coolest it had been in two years. You knew you shouldn’t have done it, because you regretted it immediately, but you picked up Eddie’s pillow and inhaled the remanence of his scent; apple scented shampoo, weed, tobacco, and something you couldn’t describe that was totally and completely Eddie Munson.

Eventually, you did fall asleep, still clutching that damn necklace, and of course, you dreamed of him.

#let me know what y’all think #let me know if it’s ass #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #stranger things s4 #st4 #eddie munson fanfic

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emryses · 8 months

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authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

ah, thank you so much! this is so fun!! sorry it took me a bit to get to answering

in no particular order:

fields of gold (merlin)

In which Merlin grieves, remembers, and lives.

just my merlin magnum opus. it just took me over a year to write.

you looking at me, looking at you (steddie)

Steve and Eddie sleep together. Then it keeps happening. Things begin to spiral from there.

my steddie brainrot all in one fic. affectionately called ylam.

tell me we're dead and i'll love you even more (stommy! but depressing.)

The year is 1989. Tommy finds Steve kissing Eddie Munson in a club in Indianapolis.

this was a fun stommy fic i wrote in a couple days. i just always felt a lil proud of it.

this low (shameless, gallavich)

Ian has a complicated relationship with love.

wrote this over 3 years ago now and it i've always been partial to it? i'm not the most linguistically talented person in the world but i feel like this is the closest thing to prose i've ever done.

whether you come as a lover or an executioner, i am ready to receive you. (merthur)

Arthur doesn’t know that Merlin loves him. Merlin isn’t sure if he ever will.

the title for this one is a big egregious but i always wanted to use this quote in relation to merthur, and made it happen. angst with a happy ending truly is my sweet spot, and tho this isn't the first or only magic reveal ive written i was just very proud of this one, top to bottom.

#asks #emwrites

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isabellehemlock · 1 year

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back at youuu ✨

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Thank you love!!

There's actually a few more pieces tied into some fandom events that won't be released to later in the year, but when I reflect on my last six months? Here ya go - let's start with visual, and I'll also share fics and memes lol ~

Since this is a long post, I'll put everything under the cut 😎

Here are the listings for the above, with some commentary below, and each individual post also has image descriptions 🤗

1. "Your eyes, like a church window." - Louis

This was technically my second piece of IWTV art (if I recall correctly lol) but it's one of my faves because of the religious subtext of the lights forming a cross, and the darkness lurking just beneath with the blood splatter on the clothes. When I think of Louis I think layers upon layers upon layers. And I really wanted to capture that with this piece: that of course there's the first impression, but there's some details, too that once you put it all together conveys a deeper complexity, kind of like Louis 🤗

2. "He found you lost, and guided you." - Armand

And probably my most popular art piece to date, that I can't imagine topping any time soon - my Muslim!Armand piece. Thanks to my own fandom history and getting to know many people, I personally can vouch that some queer religious rep is meaningful to not only me but several of my friends. All rep is important of course, and though I'm not personally Muslim, I thought of the friends in my past who this might mean a lot to as I was working on it, and also tried to honor his history by giving it Renaissance and a sort of Da Vinci sketchbook vibes - and I was grateful and humbled that it's resonated with others as well.

3. "Would you like me to play for you?" - Rockstar!Lestat

This was my first time drawing leather, and I listened to Maneskin the entire eight hours this took to draw. That's it, that's the vibes with that one lol!

4. "You're his destiny, Louis." - Loustat

I'm fairly certain this was my first piece for IWTV - I went in hard lol. Religious allegories? Check! Blood and violence? Check Check!! You got Saint Louis, blood tears that remind me of Marian statues crying blood (and I may have already made some commentary about that here), and then of course sacrificial love - the whole inscription that reads "suffering feels religious if you do it right." Like I went so fucking hard yo lolll.

5. "Eddie's Favorite Jacket" - Eddie Munson

Switching gears because I am capable of other fandoms lol - Eddie! I did this one just last month, and I think it might be one of my favorites 😍 I adore Eddie, I vibe with the ND coded energy (allow me to project lol). And getting to draw this for a friend's fic was a bonus!

But also, reflecting on the last year of fic writing ~ that would mostly be my dark fic for The Old Guard! You can read more about it here, but also my precanon fic, which you can find out more about here, I also really enjoyed the covers I made for them which you can see below (including the Joe and Nicky manips!) 🤗

And finally, memes, because I'm a crack humor sort of gal!

My VDay cards:

And assorted, but also the bottom two are for the IWTV BB 💕

However I'll also direct anyone seeing this post to also feel free to check out "my IWTV web weaving" tag for a few pieces I've done - more to come! But essentially I love words, and poetry and a theme, so I have a blast with those as well!

This was super fun to reflect on, thank you love!!

#answered ask #self love creative ask #Thank you Soi!

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stevethehairington · 2 years

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answer any/all of these if you haven’t already!! 1, 4, 9, 11, 14 (👀), 15, 16, 18

ahh ty for the ask my love 💕💕

1. What is your most popular fic?

ooh! so i'm going to base this off of kudos, and right now my most kudosed fic is imagine being loved by me, which is a fic i wrote for good omens! (honorable mention tho to my current steddie magnum opus, hand holding fic my beloved, bc it is getting closer and closer to upstaging this one and taking that #1 spot every day which is absolutely WILD to me!!!!)

4. Do you prefer writing multi-chapter or oneshot fanfictions?

definitely oneshots! oneshots are just so much easier to write for me! i would LOVE to be able to churn out multichaps! but i have a very very bad habit of coming up with a multichap idea and i either a. never make it past the plotting stage or b. start writing it, get a couple chapters in, then lose all motivation and totally abandon it. and the problem with that is, i Will Not post multichaps until i have them entirely finished (because the ONE time i posted a multichap before i finished it i never finished it, so it sits uncompleted, unfinished, abandoned (for now i keep telling myself) on my ao3 account, and that god damn fic HAUNTS ME EVERY SINGLE DAY IT REALLY DOES), so even if i write like half the fic, if i don't finish it it will never see the light of day slkgjd. so yeah, definitely oneshots lol

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

oh man, i have so many fics from so long ago too that i'm SURE i'm probably missing some good ones that i just can't remember lol, BUT. from the fics that i can remember lol:

one of my favorite lines from sloe gin fizzy, do it till your dizzy is "The kiss is honey sweet and molasses slow. It starts off a little tentative, a little unsure, just lips slotting together, Steve’s bottom lip fitting perfectly between Eddie’s. But then the pressure changes, increases, and Steve’s mouth falls open, just a little bit, just enough." idk what it is about it, but i just really love the "honey sweet and molasses slow" part of it.

i am also incredibly pleased with this line from that good omens fic i mentioned earlier, imagine being loved by me: "He pinches a nipple. Rolls it between his fingers. Stutters out another hot breath. His hips twitch. Aziraphale’s name sits hot and heavy on the back of his tongue." not to toot my own horn here or anything but toot toot i think it's a pretty damn sexy line so. lkgjsfs. i like what i did with the sentence structure as well lol.

and also favorite scenes! i wrote a fic a couple years ago for stucky, a little more light, that was jewish bucky and he invites steve over to celebrate hanukkah with his family, and that fic is so very special to me, it's so very personal, and my favorite scene that i wrote for it is the one in which the barnes' have steve join them while they light the candles on the menorah and they teach steve the prayers. it's just a lot of family feels and a lot of honoring traditions and a lot of love, a lot a lot of love. it was a very special scene to be able to write, so it holds a very dear place in my heart.

(also just like. every single scene in i want to hold your hand. that fic was just so so so much fun to write, i genuinely love the whole thing with my whole heart so. yeah. every scene kfsjglfs.)

11. How many words do you have on AO3 (if you use that platform)

according to my statistics page i have posted a total of 536,079 words on ao3! (and counting!!!)

14. Have you ever co-written a fic?

i suppose not, since technically nothing i've posted has ever been co-written. but that is not for lack of trying lol. i've had a few different friends who have wanted to co-write and we've tried, but it was just one of those things where we both sort of petered out so the fic never got finished.

but like it is totally definitely something i want to do at some point!!! i think co-writing could be so much fun if it's with the right partner and the right idea!!

15. Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

ABSOLUTELY!! i know i've mentioned it on here before but i did notice that in a lot of my steddie fics i keep using the phrase "bright and buoyant" to describe the laughter (usually eddie's). which, yeah, makes sense, because eddie (and steve too!) deserve to feel light and happy and free to smile and laugh as big and as bright as they want!

i also make it a point to mentioned eddie's dimples in every single fic. usually more than once too lol. (also if it is an eddie pov fic i WILL find a way to mention steve's freckles/moles every single time as well.)

when it comes to mannerisms, i do find that i like to write dialogue that kind of start-stops for characters that are like nervous or unsure. like i end up using a looot of em dashes and ellipses and repeat a lot of words.

also, this is probably more of a stylistic choice, but i find that anaphora is perhaps my favorite literary device lmao. i do a lot of starting sentences the same way to Make A Point.

16. How long is your longest fic?

longest fic is let me know your future plans coming in at a whopping 59,042! this one was written for the stucky au big bang back in 2019!

18. Recommend someone else fic! (And tag them if they have a tumblr!)

ooh yes!! love this one!!

okay, i'm going to rec a few because there are several that i have read and have subsequently not stopped thinking about ever at all.

(also i want u to know that if anyone else had asked this question i would absolutely 100% without a doubt be reccing your fics!!!!!!)

first, the summer of '85 series by @toedenandbackagain - there are currently 3 fics in the series and they are each absolutely incredible. it is THEE eddie and s3 scoops ahoy steve fic of all time!!!! the writing is exceptional, the story is fun and entertaining, the tension is delicious, the payoff is even sweeter, the dynamics are just so good. this series is, for real, everything to me!!

next, eddie's spectacular, awkward, very safe, very fun first time by @alligator-writes my beloved. this fic is. literally everything omg. it is a first time fic, with virgin eddie and first time with a guy steve (which is my favorite dynamic ever bc hello!! learning together!! figuring it out together!! being sweet and gentle together!!!) and it is just. the most perfect thing in existence. like, it is everything i could ever want and more out of that concept - it's fun, it's awkward, it's sweet, it's tender, it's just the best thing ever!!

next, transfiguration's gonna come for me at last by @aberfaeth - this one is absolutely stunning. it is a jewish eddie fic, and it owns my whole entire heart!! the dynamics between all of the characters in this fic are just top tier, so many good friendships explored and the bond between steve and eddie in this is just so lovely, and there is just an absolutely beautiful exploration of eddie and religion. this one is very special to me, and i for real cannot recommend it one enough.

finally, i see you (now) by apairofglasses (i am not sure if this author has a tumblr/what it is if they do). but this one!!!! this one!!!! it is a post-s4 in which eddie lives, of course, and he hides out at steve's and steve takes care of him. and it is just the honest to god most tender thing i have ever read. absolutely beautiful and so soft and so gentle and so vulnerable. there is non-sexual intimacy and hair washing and it is just so genuinely stunning. and the author did a fantastic job getting into eddie's headspace for it too. oh it was just such a lovely read. so very emotional.

#asks #toburnup #mack writes

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biboybuckley · 1 year

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I posted 1,605 times in 2022

That's 1,604 more posts than 2021!

441 posts created (27%)

1,164 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@swiftiebuckleys

@crowdemon-boyo

@buckleysboutin

@bvcksmunson

@ttimbradford

I tagged 949 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#tals writes - 94 posts

#tals answers - 91 posts

#ask tals - 82 posts

#ask games - 58 posts

#probie fic - 41 posts

#tag games - 26 posts

#tals talks - 26 posts

#shan 💫 - 23 posts

#buddie - 22 posts

#eddie diaz - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#he is however extremely big brother shaped and it’s because he sees that piece of jordie in himself and feels like it’s one of the best ways

My Top Posts in 2022:

listen i am BEGGING people to reconsider their stance re: gabriel looking older than nineteen. yes, emilien is 30. no, he doesn’t look 30 in the show (imo). yes, they could have made him look even younger. but i don’t think it’s something that the show just let happen or didn’t bother to correct or change. i’m choosing to believe it’s on purpose. gabriel wants to look older, and he puts careful effort into his appearance in order to look that way. being an adult meant escaping mercury, meant being on his own. he’s probably been mentally aging himself up for a very very long time and he’s found that when he’s perceived as older, people don’t try to control him as much. people don’t take advantage of him as much. people don’t feel as entitled to him. do you think 29 year old clark knew gabriel was nineteen? clark who he dated for up to four months? clark who wanted to move in with him? gabriel wants to be seen as older. personally i see it as being entirely intentional and a product of his traumatic childhood that he’s trying to escape.

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"There has to be some kind of mistake, it said there'd be two beds" - fic prompt

“There- there has to be some kind of mistake,” Buck stammers, turning to look at Eddie with wide eyes, “they- they said there would be two beds, I-” They’re in Washington DC for a school field trip, having volunteered months ago to chaperone.

(“Can I come?” Buck had asked when Eddie told him about it, eyes lighting up.

“You wanna come on an elementary school field trip across the country?”

“Is the school paying?”

“I mean, yeah-”

“Then free vacation is all I’m hearing!”)

Eddie’s sure it was more than that- that Buck hadn’t wanted to miss out on the family trip, that he was just too nervous to say it out loud. No matter how many times Eddie tries to reassure him, he’s not sure Buck will ever completely believe he has a place in their family.

But now they’ve arrived in their hotel room- rented by the school, mind you- and found there to be not two queen sized beds but one. And- it’s fine. It’ll be fine. Sure, maybe it’ll be… cramped. Buck is 6’2” and nearly 200 lbs, and Eddie’s not far behind him. A queen sized bed will definitely be a tight fit for both of them.

Eddie licks his bottom lip, raising an eyebrow at the single bed and then at Buck. Buck’s got an awkward, nervous smile, brows raised and eyes practically begging Eddie to believe him. And well- maybe it’s a little mean, but Eddie can’t help but laugh. He reaches over a hand, squeezing Buck’s shoulder as he drops his duffel bag on the ground.

“It’s fine, Buck,” he insists, chuckling. “Seriously, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“I swear they said-”

Eddie shrugs, squeezing Buck’s shoulder tighter and taking a few more steps into the room. “It’s not a big deal. Mistakes happen. Plus, we’ve shared a bed before, right?” Eddie senses Buck tense beside him and flinches, regretting his words already. The only time they shared a bed was the night after Eddie’s breakdown.

Buck

After Eddie calmed down enough to try and sleep, Buck had insisted on taking the couch. Less than an hour later, Eddie’s nightmare-induced cries drew Buck to his room. They’d sat on his bed together, Buck holding Eddie as he thrashed and wiping away his tears, whispering soft words through Eddie’s sobs. It was a while before Buck’s grip loosened, before he started to shift. He was going to leave.

Panic had raced through Eddie, sharp and electric at the thought of Buck leaving him.

“Stay,” he had whispered, gripping Buck’s shirt and pressing his face further into the place where Buck’s shoulder met his neck. “Please.”

Buck was hesitant, unsure, when he replied, “Are you sure?” Eddie could only nod. Buck didn’t say anything else, just pressed his lips to the top of Eddie’s head and held him tighter. But he stayed. It wasn’t something Eddie was used to- neither asking someone to stay, nor them actually staying even if he does.

“Yeah,” Buck says now, pulling Eddie out of his memory. “I mean- we have. But- but I can go talk to the front desk-”

“Eh,” Eddie shrugs again, “not worth the trouble. It’ll be fine. Right?” He tries not to sound too excited at the prospect of sharing a bed with Buck. And- okay, so maybe he’ll definitely regret this later. Maybe it’s not the best idea he’s ever had. But- listen, he’s starting to come to terms with his sexuality and yeah, he knows there’s no future with Buck, but… he’s human, alright? Sue him. The idea excites him- of having Buck, pressed up against him; of the searing heat he feels whenever their skin presses together, even through clothes; of Buck’s solid form a steadying presence beside him; of waking up with one large arm thrown over his waist and a nose pressed into his shoulder. Because- Buck’s a cuddler. Yeah. That’s a thing and Eddie knows about it.

So maybe it took one panic-attack riddled night for Eddie to get completely addicted to falling asleep with his best friend- his straight best friend- wrapped around him, all lanky limbs and firm muscles. So what? It’s not like- he’s not going to do anything. It’s just… comforting. Safe. He sleeps better when Buck is there to catch him if he falls.

“Yeah,” Buck murmurs, gaze drifting back to the bed. He swallows, then forces a smile, tight with nerves. “It’ll- it’ll be fine.”

***

It’s not fine. Several hours later, after the first field trip excursion- a visit to the aquarium- according to their schedule, it’s ‘Lights Out’ hour. Which, apparently, is 9:30. And- Buck’s not really complaining. They had a shift before getting on the plane, so it’s been nearly two full days since he’s gotten a wink of sleep. So maybe it’s only, like, 6:30 (if he’s calculating the time zones correctly) for him, but he’s absolutely exhausted. Thus, the scheduled bed time actually works quite well for him, thank you very much.

That is- until he’s collapsed on the bed and sees through bleary eyes that Eddie, instead of joining him, is shuffling his feet at the foot of the bed, scratching at the back of his neck and turning bright red as Buck watches.

“Would you just-” Buck sighs, flopping an arm to the other side of the bed and looking pointedly at Eddie.

“I’m-” Eddie hesitates, biting his lip between his teeth. “I’m not sure this is the best idea. Maybe- maybe I should go ask the desk-”

“Okay, no,” Buck interrupts, propping himself up on one elbow. “I suggested that earlier and you said no, so how about you just get in the bed and we can deal with this tomorrow?”

“Buck, are you-”

“I swear to god, Diaz,” Buck threatens.

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“ that guy's a real jerk. you should be with someone who respects you. “ “ and who would that be? “ 💕For the idiots in love ask please

three times buck dates assholes and eddie almost loses his mind

Eddie doesn't care that Buck's dating other people. Really, he doesn't. He's proud of Buck for coming out and happy that he's finally exploring what makes him happy. It just. It's just. Buck apparently has really, really shitty taste. Like his taste in guys is somehow even worse than his taste in girls.

So, really, it's not that Buck is dating someone that's Not Eddie, it's that he's dating people that Eddie wants to punch in the face. That's all. Because Eddie's worried about Buck getting hurt. That's it.

Buck came out a few months ago and ever since, Eddie's been subjected to the parade of guys that Buck's been seeing casually and are subsequently each worse than the last one. Eddie doesn't hate them because they're dating Buck. He even tried to like a couple of them. They'd swing by the station or he and Buck would run into them because, yeah, for such a big city it is shockingly easy to run into someone in LA, and Eddie would try to be friendly. But. But. There's always something that makes him wanna punch straight through their stupid hot faces.

Alex is the first one. Curly dark hair, bright green eyes, taller than even Buck. Eddie's not blind, Alex is hot. It's actually the first thing Eddie thinks when he saw the guy standing in the firehouse looking entirely out of place. Eddie is, naturally, the first one to see him.

"Can I help you?" Eddie asks politely, walking closer with a smile.

Alex doesn't smile back. "I'm looking for Buck."

Something twists in Eddie's gut, but he just keeps the smile plastered on and acts like everything was fine because why wouldn't it be?

"Oh, sure." Eddie turns, glancing around. "Uh, I think he's just getting changed. Shift just ended."

"Yeah I know. I'm picking him up." And well. That's not what Eddie was expecting.

"You are?"

Alex scoffs. "Kinda have to, how else are we gonna go on a date?"

"Oh you- you're-"

"Dating. Yeah." It's kind of like a punch to the gut. Eddie doesn't know how to reply. He's saved by Buck's arrival.

"Alex!" Buck greets, walking up beside Eddie with a bright grin. Eddie instinctively relaxes and the smile pasted on his face suddenly isn't all fake. "Hey! Hope you haven't been waiting long."

"Just a bit," Alex replies. "You ready?"

"Yeah, definitely." Buck claps a hand on Eddie's shoulder, squeezing lightly, then moves away. Closer to Alex. Eddie wants to grab him and yank him back. But he doesn't. Because he is a grown man with self control.

"Thanks for keepin' him company Eds. See you tomorrow?"

Eddie swallows, unclenches his jaw, and forces his tone to be light when he says, "Yeah. Have fun."

Buck's eyebrows quirk slightly and he studies Eddie like he knows and Eddie suddenly feels stripped bare. Buck opens his mouth and Eddie knows he's going to ask if he's okay and Eddie has no idea how to answer that. Then Alex grabs Buck's wrist and tugs him away.

Buck's mouth closes and he lets himself be pulled further from Eddie. Eddie turns on his heel and hurries in the opposite direction. Alex was a dick. That's why he feels like this. Because Alex wasn't what Buck deserves.

What does Buck deserve? Eddie shakes his head as if he can physically toss asside the question. It's a stupid question. Because it's obvious. Buck deserves everything.

The next guy comes a couple weeks later. They run into him, of all places, at the zoo. With Chris. Which just. Well that just adds a whole new level to the awkwardness.

"Buck?" They're by the elephants, laughing over something Chris said, when a blond guy around Eddie's height walks over, calling Buck's name. Eddie tenses immediately, the laughter dying in his throat when Buck's face drops almost imperceptibly. Buck's eyes flit quickly from Eddie to Chris to the stranger marching towards them.

"Charlie," Buck greets with what Eddie can tell is a forced smile. "Hi."

"Who's this?" Charlie asks, dark eyes fixed on Eddie. Eddie already hates him.

"This is my- my friend. Eddie. We work together." Eddie doesn't miss the way that Buck has moved slightly in front of Chris. Or the way his voice falters slightly when he says, "This is his kid, Chris."

Charlie barely spares Chris a glance, his gaze focused on Eddie in a way that has Eddie clenching his fists. Finally, Charlie's eyes slide back to Buck. "Are we still on for tonight?"

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boy who has no survival instinct at all x girl who also has very very limited survival instinct x boy who has Been Through It and goddamn it he will keep these fucking idiots alive so help him god

267 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

forever wondering if this was scripted or if it was just Ryan and Kenneth being Ryan and Kenneth and getting caught in the act

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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piratefalls · 2 years

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“Find the Word” WIP Game

@ereborne tagged me to find “branch”, “silver”, “thoughtful”, and “please”

i won’t tag anybody, but if you want to, my words are: hungry, laugh, yellow, bottom

i’ll probably have to pull from a few different fics that will likely never be finished because my brain is stupid.

under a cut because i hate long posts. includes woke up married buddie, buddie velocipastor au, and an unfinished person of interest fic.

branch (from woke up married buddie)

Buck forgets about their agreement to be professional almost immediately.

Only moments after he’d walked back into the building the alarm had sounded and they were off to a call at an auto shop. Hen and Chim pepper Eddie with questions almost the whole way to the scene: in what branch did he serve, where’s he from, what made him choose fighting fires over anything else. Eddie seems to take it all in stride, and Buck is torn between feeling endeared to him and incredibly annoyed with how quickly his previously AWOL husband is being welcomed into the fold, so he does what he always does. He pokes the bear.

silver (also woke up married, unfinished scene)

They’re in the gym the next morning. Buck hates seeing Eddie all sweaty and disheveled. Buck wants to sink his fingers into Eddie’s hair, pull hard until all he has is miles of unmarked skin before him. But he can’t, because they aren’t really together, are probably going to talk tonight about the best way to end this thing.

[Of course, there’s the bomb in some guy’s leg.]

He knows about Eddie’s service from before, knows about the bullet wounds, the silvery scars that mark his shoulder, his thigh. He’s kissed those scars, reverent, pride welling in his chest, but the way Eddie talks about being familiar with this kind of ordnance is, well… It’s hot. Buck thinks he may be developing a competency kink.

As they’re gearing up, Bobby tells him that they usually wouldn’t send spouses into a dangerous situation together, and Buck laughs. “We’re not spouses, Bobby. Just married. There’s a big difference.”

thoughtful (nothing with that word, so i’m going with ‘thought’ because this velocipastor buddie au will probably never see the light of day)

In the predawn light Buck and Eddie find themselves wrapped around each other in Buck’s bed, safely tucked away in the loft Eddie’s going to ask him to move out of one of these days, when a thought strikes him.

“Hey, Buck.” A grunt. “What did they call sunrise in prehistoric times?”

“I don’t know, Eddie,” Buck replies, voice flat. “What did they call it?”

Eddie grins into Buck’s shoulder. “Megalo-dawn.”

Buck shoves him off the bed.

Worth it.

please (from my unfinished post-series person of interest/rinch fic i started many, many years ago)

Finch exhales, deep and long. “If you think I wished for your return solely because you are an exceptional field agent then I’m afraid that the failure lies solely with me.”

“Harold, you didn’t --”

“I am not what anyone would call good with my feelings, and I am even worse at expressing them when it is most needed. I have missed having you out in the field, I won’t deny it, but more important than that is the fact that you are my friend, and you have become… very important to me.”

That last part is said so quietly that Reese isn’t sure he hears it. “I’m… important, to you.”

Finch sighs, but the corner of his mouth is ticking up, and something in John’s chest settles into place. “You will always be welcome here, John, whether you are working for me or not. And while Ms. Shaw has been doing an admirable job in your absence, she doesn’t seem to share your affinity for taking out criminals at the knees.”

At that, John laughs, full and loud, and Finch finally smiles. “You hate it, don’t you?”

“Passionately,” he replies, taking another sip of his tea. “Please, Mr. Reese. It’s been awfully boring without you.”

John grins to himself. “Are you begging, Finch?”

“Hardly,” he scoffs, leaning back in his chair. “I simply wanted to make you aware of exactly how much your presence has been missed.”

#about me #my fics #my works in progress #and by progress i mean my fics doomed to languish on gdocs forever

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mr-and-mr-diaz · 3 years

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OK a few questions this time:

1. Fave au for buddie

2 Fave fanfic trope for them

3. got any random little HCs for any of the 118 etc you wanna share?

4. If you could decided the next 'big event' what would you do, what kind of plots would you wanna see in it?

I'm back after a loooooooooooooooooong ass time at work so without further ado LET'S GOO!!!!

1. Fave au for buddie

My fav AU changes by the week, but a few favorites that will always pickle my cucumbers are: arranged marriage, royalty AU (especially if one is royal and one is not), ABO, shapeshifter, anything bodice-ripper style, and last but not least: although these aren't usually my preferred AUs this fandom delivers hardcore with some incredible works in the white house AU and singer au (Looking at you, whoever wrote that first one and @princessfbi you inspirational motherfuckers <3)

2. Fave fanfic trope for them

As far as tropes, ANYTHING AT ALL that is buddipher/ Buckley-Diaz family related makes me melt like butter in the summer sun, just a big ol' puddle, reaching shaky hands for the reblog button. Also anything hurt/comfort, whump, and fluff is really doing it for me. I'm also not averse to some kink (MAKE THAT A LOT OF KINK HOLY SHIT DID I FALL DOWN THAT RABBIT HOLE AS SOON AS I DISCOVERED IT ), any fic of Everyone Sees It But Them, and I think some salty folk might come after me for this but I prefer (continued under the cut to save your dash)

As I was saying, I prefer Top!Eddie and Bottom!Buck fics, it's just nice to see the physically bigger guy get taken care of every once in a while, since that's far more rare, that's my take. This isn't exclusive, mind you, but I read it in their interactions as their main dynamic. I also see it in the way they've so far interacted with their various het!partners: Eddie loves to take control and Buck loves when his partner takes control. (And those who are screaming that this is a heteronormative way of looking at buddie are simply incorrect--in every relationship, no matter the gender of the partners or how many partners, the partners choose the dynamic that works for them, always subject to change of course, and if the partners choose to switch back and forth all day every day or have a more fluid dynamic that is valid. And if they choose for one partner to be "more dominant" (in whatever form that takes) and one partner to be "more submissive" (in whatever form that takes) that is valid too. Accept no shame, take no prisoners <3)

Side note re: my fav tropes, you can spot my favs in my reblog habits: all fanart and most other fanworks get likes (I like a robust fandom with lots of loving support and open discussion, even if it isn't all my cup of tea) unless I SERIOUSLY disagree or dislike but shit that matches my tropes, butters my bread and ketchups my burgers, gets reblogs sometimes multiple reblogs--I believe in making the change I want to see in the world, and this is the tiny way I work to make it happen.

(I do make an exception though for artists (of all kinds of art--drawn, written, HCs, incorrect quotes, literally anything) who I think are sliding under the radar. Even If their works aren't 100% in my ball park I'll give a reblog so that they can be noticed by the fans who want exactly what they have to offer and otherwise might not find them)

3. got any random little HCs for any of the 118 etc you wanna share?

Hmmmmm personal headcanons..... Bobby is Buck's adoptive dad, I have believed that ever since he committed to raising Buck all the way in episode one, showing some of that discipline and not letting him get away with bullshit, but I was sold hook line and sinker when he was helping Buck get ready for his date, helping him with his bowtie that was POETIC CINEMA and I really hope they give us that moment again when Buck is getting ready to marry Eddie #ISaidWhatISaid

What else... nothing much else comes up at the moment, but ask again when the brain is less offline (or more online, whichever) and I ought to be able to scratch up more <3

4. If you could decided the next 'big event' what would you do, what kind of plots would you wanna see in it?

This one is SO HARD!! Like Tim said (yes, I also can't believe I am quoting the man, he is the devil but also he knows how to run a damn good show, smh) the amount of ideas for big events in LA is running low, HOWEVER having said that, I would love if there was an episode where the 118 was visiting Hawaii or something and had to deal with a live volcano or down in Florida dealing with a hurricane--the coping mechanisms would be two-fold: dealing with the disaster at hand as well as dealing with being in unfamiliar territory and I'd love to see them make it work and save lives, etc.

WOOOO this got long! Hope you enjoy!!

#buddie #buddie ask #sue answers #911 ask #hcs #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz

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thisissirius · 3 years

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ficmas: day three so @hoechlder continues to be patient with the other fic she requested, but i can at least deliver this one! a (traumatic) meet cute which ends up being soft as fuck. i love you so much, n, and hope we can see each other soon. i’m lucky to know you and miss you terribly <3

(please remember that though i work in a hospital, my only interactions with nurses are when i’m on a ward begging for a drug transfer, or listenng to them cry on the phone about the scripts they need so.... i gues what i’m saying is I HAVE NO IDEA WHETHER THIS IS ACCURATE BUT ROLL WITH IT)

no strings attached eddie/buck, nurse!eddie and firefighter!buck

“Why am I seeing you again?”

Buck looks up and grins. “Hey.”

Folding his (excellent) arms over his (not insignificant) chest, Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Hey?” Though he’s aiming for imposing, it doesn’t work on Buck anymore. The softness is there, because Buck knows where to look; in his eyes, the curve of his smile, the slight roll of his eyes. “You know when you arrive, I’m just getting paged at this point, right?”

Aiming for a sheepish smile because yeah, that’s probably accurate, Buck just shrugs. “What can I say? I keep asking for a date and you keep saying no.”

Eddie snorts, but at least comes to stand by the side of the bed, checking out Buck’s—well, whatever the fuck he does. Buck spends most of the time checking him out, honestly, and he’s shameless about it. “No.”

“What?” Buck affects a look of innocence. “I didn’t even say anything.”

“You don’t have to,” Eddie chastises, but he’s smiling. With a sigh, he gives Buck’s chart the once over. “What was it this time?”

“Okay, so don’t get mad—”

“—that is not the best way to start—”

“—but there was this woman who had a man through her windscreen and I cut my arm on—”

“—and I get it, but you understand what being on blood thinners means, don’t you, Buckley? You are—”

“—the glass and it’s not like I was gonna let him hang out of a windscreen, Eddie—”

“—going to be the death of me, I fucking swear—”

“—I’m sorry,” Buck finishes.

Eddie’s expression is a mixture of exasperation, affection, and something that looks like distress.

Something settles low in Buck’s stomach. “I don’t mean to keep ending up here.”

Wiping a hand over his face, Eddie nods. He tries for a smile, but misses the mark. “I know.”

Buck wants to reach for him, but he remembers the last time he was here, Eddie’s voice breaking on the words, “I can’t,” and “Christopher,” and, “I want to, but I just—can’t.”

They’re words that haven’t stopped running through Buck’s mind.

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The first time they meet, Buck’s just had thirty tonnes of ladder truck crushing his leg.

He’s high for most of the time he’s in the hospital, but he finds out later, after Carla and Maddie have gone home and he’s lonely, that his nurse is fit as fuck. Even better, he later discovers that Eddie is a father. DILF material for his spank bank.

Okay, crass, because Buck’s trying to be a better person, but he’s got eyes, okay? Eddie’s a snack.

“Guess we’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other,” are the words Eddie chooses to open with.

Unfortunately for him, he’s right.

Technically, the actual first time they meet, according to Eddie, is after Buck ends up with an impromptu tracheotomy on Valentine’s Day.

“Choking on a fucking breadstick,” Eddie mutters, while Buck’s wondering how he missed Eddie being his nurse. When he says as much, Eddie snorts. “Too busy making doe eyes at your date.”

Buck doesn’t think he’s imagining the snark in the tone, or the curl of Eddie’s lip into a sneer. “She did save my life.”

“Uh-huh,” Eddie mutters.

Thankfully, Buck distracts him by making another quip about the ladder truck, and settles back into the pillows while Eddie gives him an earful about how it’s no joke, and he could have lost his leg, and I swear to god, Buckley, if you come in here within the next three months, I will throw you out of the window.

“Wouldn’t that mean I end up back in here within three months anyway?”

Thankfully, it’s a hospital, so Eddie isn’t actually able to hit him.

______

“You know,” Eddie says conversationally, leaning against the doorjamb. “You’re going to pay my mortgage at this rate.”

Buck snorts, still a little doped up, but he manages a tight smile.

A brief flicker over Eddie’s expression and he steps into the room. “Blood clots, huh?”

The image is burned into Buck’s brain; the faces of his friends and family as he threw up blood. “Collapsed at a surprise party.”

Eddie doesn’t say what Buck can see he wants to; that Buck’s pushing it, that getting back so soon is stupid, and, and, and.

“I just want my job back,” Buck whispers.

“I know,” Eddie says softly. Buck watches his face carefully, and Eddie’s surprisingly open. Buck’s not stupid enough to think he knows all of Eddie—though he takes everything he is into the job, he doubts everyone does that—but he’s not used to seeing Eddie look, well, like he is. “You went through hell, Buck,” he says. “I can’t pretend to understand—”

Except he probably can. Shot in Afghanistan, medal, PTSD, things Buck only understands now because he researched.

“—but if you don’t wanna keep ending up back here, or losing your leg, take your fucking time, okay?”

Buck can’t stop the words, “what else do I have,” from falling between them.

______

So it turns out Buck’s got this;

Eddie’s kid in a fucking tsunami.

“CHRISTOPHER.”

Panic, fucking rage, despair.

“CHRISTOPHER.

Darkness.

“Hey,” someone says. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

“Christopher,” Buck manages, jerks awake to find himself in hospital again, Eddie’s gonna be pissed, but then Buck remembers why Eddie’s gonna be pissed for a whole different reason. The keening sound he lets out is almost a wail. There are hands on his face, a familiar voice in his ear. “Eddie.”

“I’m here,” and oh, oh he is.

“I’m sorry,” Buck sobs.

“No,” Eddie says, and he’s dressed in civvies and not his uniform but he’s in the makeshift hospital and— “Chris is safe, Buck.”

“You found him?”

Relief, the pressure of relief.

“Yeah,” Eddie promises. “Yeah, we did.”

______

Then;

“What are you doing here?” Eddie’s at the nurses’ station, valiantly ignoring the whispering nurses behind him.

Buck grins. “I don’t actually need help this time.”

“Idiot,” Eddie mutters, and steers Buck away from the desk. “I’m working.”

It’s something Eddie takes seriously, but Buck can’t stop thoughts running through his head. Since the tsunami, since Eddie let Buck look after Chris again and since, well, since Buck’s been back at work, it’s all he can think about; Eddie, wanting him.

“Do you maybe,” Buck says, licks at his bottom lip, “wanna go for a drink sometime?”

_________

Now this;

“If you were there to watch over me,” Buck hedges. He knows he shouldn’t, it’s not fair, when they both want it but Eddie won’t let himself take. He can’t stop himself.

Eddie watches him carefully. “Buck—”

“I know,” Buck says, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

There’s a soft touch against his face, and Buck’s eyes snap open. Eddie’s fingers are on his cheek, apprehension warring with want on Eddie’s face. “Don’t be.”

“Eddie,” Buck pleads, “don’t do this if—”

“The first time they wheeled you in here,” Eddie says, “I knew you’d change everything.”

“Sorry,” Buck says, because that’s apparently what he keeps having to say to everyone.

“No,” Eddie presses. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I have.”

Hope blossoms in Buck’s chest.

Carefully, Eddie pulls away, but he’s smiling, soft and wonderful. “Maybe, if you can stay out of the hospital for a day, we could get a drink.”

Grinning, Buck shrugs one arm. “Eh, I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll say yes,” Eddie says, crossing the room and rapping his knuckles against the door frame. “I have it on good authority you think I’m a DILF.”

Fucking Hen.

Eddie’s laugh echoes down the hall and Buck throws an arm over his eyes, doesn’t stop smiling even when his face starts to hurt.

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agentlemuse · 3 years

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Written for @doctornineandthreequarters for the @911giftexchange! I hope you like it. 💕

Of Mistletoe & Champagne: A Buddie Fic (General Audience)

You can read on Ao3 or below!

At first he thought it was a fluke.

It’s not as if Eddie was avoiding him last year when Buck was carrying around a sprig of mistletoe. No, Eddie was simply pulled into a hundred different directions with all the excitement of the surprise Christmas party. Perfectly understandable. It also helped that no one else caught Eddie under the mistletoe, no one that he saw anyway.

Besides, it’s not as if Buck had grabbed it for the sole purpose of stealing a kiss. Maybe he had been slightly hoping to finally feel the scratch of stubble against his lips as he pecked Eddie’s cheek, but that was it.

Alas, no such luck.

Which, again, was perfectly fine. No expectations. Woefully pathetic hope, but no expectations. Besides, there was always next year, right?

Cue 2020.

He’s not saying a global pandemic is the universe’s way of messing with him, but he’s not saying it’s entirely out of the realm of possibility. Not that he has thought about excuses to hang up mistletoe for a year, that would be ludicrous. He does have a life and some level of self respect. But the holidays have rolled around, decorations have gone on sale and an occasional thought crosses his mind now and then.

He’s a grown man hoping to land a cheek kiss with the help of a plant. He used to have game, he’s sure of it.

For now he’s just glad he has a mask to hide his irritation when Eddie pulls a raven haired beauty wearing a halo of mistletoe on her head from a stuck elevator. She’s instantly infatuated and of course she is. No mask on earth could hide Eddie’s beauty, the mask only working to draw attention to warm brown eyes framed by unfairly thick lashes.

So when she motions to the mistletoe, leaning in to steal a kiss Buck explains the sudden burst of annoyance in his gut away at the fact she’s not even wearing a mask. In public! In 2020!

He doesn’t bother to hide his sigh of relief when Eddie puts a stop to her with a blunt, “No.”

“Hey, don’t look so glum, Buckaroo,” Chim says, seemingly coming out of nowhere. “They can’t all be in love with you. I’m sure you’ll catch the eye of the next damsel in distress.”

Buck can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes him. Eddie shoots a questioning look over to him which he promptly ignores. At least his crush isn’t painfully obvious. That’s something, right?

So Eddie didn’t want to kiss a random unmasked stranger. Hardly surprising given how seriously he takes everyone’s health. Except, it wasn’t just that. Turns out that Eddie Diaz simply despises mistletoe.

“How can you hate mistletoe?”

“Easy.”

“That’s not an answer,” Buck exclaims, stealing a piece of lettuce from Eddie’s plate and stuffing it into his mouth. “It’s tradition!”

“It’s a stupid tradition.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Buck insists, because maybe despite it all he’s a romantic at heart. Or he’d like to be. He thinks he would be if he just had the right person. “Besides, no one hates mistletoe.”

“I imagine cats do, what with it being poisonous to them and all,” Eddie states dryly, his smirk giving away his amusement.

“So is holly, but I’ve seen you decorate with that,” Buck counters smartly, stealing more of Eddie’s food just to feel Eddie’s knee knock against his whenever he does. “Do you have a tragic mistletoe related backstory? It’s okay, you can tell me. This is a safe space.”

“You’re such an idiot,” Eddie sighs with such impossible fondness Buck swears he can feel his heart swell.

“You like me anyway.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t correct him. Buck will take that as a win. “I will get to the bottom of this!”

“You can try.”

So in the spirit of Christmas he plays dirty and calls Christopher.

“Why doesn’t your dad like mistletoe?”

“Because no one should take romantic advice from a plant,” Christopher says matter-of-factly, just like a kid who has heard this many times before. “Dad says it creates a sense of obligation and pressure and that’s not fair. He’s really big on consent.”

It’s so perfectly Eddie he wants to — he wants to — Well, he wants to kiss Eddie smack dab on the lips. With his consent, of course.

“So a little birdy told me you don’t like taking advice from plants. Does this extend to tea leaves? Because, I’ve read plenty of research that support…”

“Blog posts aren’t research, Buck,” Eddie smiles, bumping his shoulder against his own. “It’s just not for me. If I am going to kiss someone it’s because I want to kiss them. No traditions, no gimmicks. If I kiss someone it’s because I mean it.”

It’s hard to tease him about that. He still does, because Eddie is beautiful all flustered, but it lacks any bite.

So he tucks any lingering daydreams about stealing a kiss away and focuses on what he does have. Being in Eddie’s life, even if only as a friend, is in no way a consolation.

The thing is in his heart he knows he’s not just a friend. Not even the most vicious of doubts that scratch away at his heart and mind can make him truly believe that Eddie is just humoring him, that he’s going to leave him like everyone else. Not when he’s sitting on a couch with his two favorite people, in a house that feels more like home than any place he has actually lived in. Not when Eddie is smiling and carefree in a way few people will ever get to see.

No, he’s more than a friend. He might not have a name for it, but he’d happily die for whatever it is.

This is more than enough. More than he had any right to have ever hoped for.

“I can’t believe you’re still up, little man!”

“I’m not even tired,” Christopher states proudly, polishing off his glass of sparkling cider.

“I am,” Eddie says beside him, not even bothering to stifle a yawn.

“That’s because your dad is old,” Buck whispers conspiratorially, loud enough so Eddie is sure to hear him. Christopher is giggling his agreement, much to Eddie’s mock dismay.

“Says the man with a gray hair.”

“It wasn’t gray! It was the lighting!” Buck wants to be outraged, but it’s hard when Eddie is laughing so hard he snorts. It’s a stupid ridiculous sound that he needs to hear again as soon as possible. They’re only a glass into the bottle of champagne, but Eddie’s cheeks are delightfully flushed, making his sharp smile seem even whiter than normal.

The fluttering in his stomach has nothing to do with the champagne.

He loves this man.

It should be a scary thought, but it’s one that has been lurking for awhile, burying itself into the very marrow of his bones. Evan Buckley is in love with Eddie Diaz. Stupidly, recklessly, hopelessly in love with him.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“What,” Buck asks, scrambling to refocus after being caught lost in thought.

“You were staring at me,” Eddie points out, entirely correct.

“I was not,” Buck bluffs, which Eddie clearly realizes but fortunately time is on his side as he’s spared by the countdown beginning on the screen.

Christopher is practically shaking with excitement as the numbers go down. Soon they’re all shouting in unison: “3...2...1...Happy New Year!”

Eddie grabs Christopher up in a tight hug, before grabbing Buck by the arm to drag him into the hug. Christopher wiggles out of their grasp, declaring he needs to tell Henry the hamster Happy New Year with a burst of energy that has Buck feeling old for a half a second.

“Happy New Year, Buck,” Eddie says softly, reaching out to cup his cheek and—

Oh.

He’s kissing him.

He tastes of champagne and something he can’t quite place, soft lips warm and plush against his mouth. He’s kissing him. He’s kissing him. And it’s...it’s...it’s what people do on New Year. It’s good luck or something. That’s all.

“I thought you didn’t like kisses based on tradition,” Buck says as he reluctantly pulls back, his voice so breathless he barely recognizes it as his own.

“I don’t.”

“But you—“

“Buck,” Eddie interrupts gently, his name sounding as sweet as honey coming from those lips. “If I kiss someone it’s because I want to kiss them.”

Oh.

Well.

This was promising to be a very good year.

#9-1-1 #buddie #Eddie Diaz #evan buckley #my stuff #911giftexchange

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reyescarlos · 4 years

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from the bottom i come running

co-written with @bilbobagglns in celebration of @starlightbuck‘s birthday. we love you so much, nicole! so much so that we dared to try our hand at writing a soccer fic just for you! happy birthday, lovebug!! 💕💜

read on ao3

It’s not that Eddie doesn’t like soccer, but he doesn’t really care for it.

So when he is asked if he wants to try out for a charity team of first responders, he declines with a smile. He is busy as it is without needing to add training on top of all his responsibilities. Also, truth be told, soccer rules don’t make much sense to him.

Baseball now! That’s his sport and he could rattle about it for hours, enough to put Mr. Trivia himself to shame. Speaking of which, of course Evan Buckley tried for the team and, of course, he made the cut.

That’s how Eddie finds himself in Oregon ready to cheer his friend on.

“Do you think Buck is going to like my sign?”

Christopher has worked hard on it – it’s painted in every color he had and he even insisted on glitter.

“It’s to cheer him on, Dad. It has to be colorful!”

“I know he’s gonna love it, bud.”

It’s the truth. Anything that Christopher will do, Buck will love. It’s as simple as that and this does nothing to Eddie’s heart, no. It’s not like Buck’s love for his kid, true and pure and unconditional, makes Eddie long for a life together with the three of them as a family.

(Well it does, but he will keep denying it.)

“Hi, is this seat taken?”

A man with kind eyes and a bright smile is pointing at the seat right next to Eddie.

“No, you can take it, no problem.”

“Thanks,” the stranger replies and extends his hand after sitting down. “I’m TK.”

“Eddie,” he replies, shaking his hand.

“Hi, I’m Christopher,” his son says and Eddie is bursting with pride and amusement as he reaches to take TK’s hand as well.

“Pleased to meet you, Christopher,” TK says easily. “That’s a beautiful sign you got there.”

Chris beams at the praise, his cheeks turning red but he holds TK’s gaze anyway.

“It’s for Buck,” he tells him like it explains everything, and to him, it does.

“He’s on the Purple Team,” Eddie reveals. “We’re all here to cheer on him.”

“And see him make a fool of himself hopefully.”

At the comment, Chris whirls to give Chim quite the impressive stare and in that moment he looks so much like his mother than it makes Eddie breath catch in his throat.

“He’s going to win,” Christopher announces, sure of himself like he would be of the sun rising in the morning. “Just you wait.”

“Don’t worry, Chris,” Hen intervenes with a gentle smile. “He’s just teasing.”

Seeming to accept the explanation, Chris gives Chim another warning look before turning back to the field, waiting for the players to come out and start the game.

“So your Buck,” TK says, “he’s on the Purple Team? So’s my boyfriend. His name is Carlos.”

“Oh, he’s a firefighter too?”

But TK shakes his head, “I am, he’s a cop.”

“That’s great. We’re all firefighters here, Buck too.”

“We’re not all firefighters here,” Athena cuts in.

Eddie laughs, “Yes, sorry. Athena here is a police officer.”

They talk about their stations, crazy calls they have encountered and TK fits in seamlessly with the big rowdy group that has become Eddie’s family of choice. They learn TK has come by himself to root for his boyfriend and that they both of them live in Texas, which in turn makes Eddie talk about El Paso and his time there.

Should they ever find themselves in Los Angeles, invitations have already been offered to TK, and by extension Carlos though they have yet to meet him, but if he proves to be as delightful as TK, there should be no reason not to enjoy his company as well.

“You’ll have to explain the rules to me,” TK fake whispers with good humor. “I only know they’re kicking after a ball and it’s supposed to get in the goal over there. That’s it.”

“Oh, I don’t really understand soccer. I’m only here for Buck.”

TK laughs freely at Eddie’s comment and then adds, tongue in cheek, “Well, aren’t we a pair? Two soccer novices cheering their boyfriends on?”

Behind them, Chim bursts out laughing and Hen almost chokes on her drink with her lour snickering. Meanwhile Eddie – Eddie is just frozen.

“I don’t,” he splutters at last and it takes him several tries to get a proper sentence out. “Buck and I aren’t dating.”

Frowning in confusion, TK glances at Eddie, then Chris who is still holding tight onto his Go Buck! sign, and Buck himself before settling his gaze on Eddie again.

“Oh,” is all he says, sounding like he is biting his tongue not to say more.

“They’re still in denial, don’t worry about it,” Chim intervenes and Eddie does not have to turn around to know that he is wearing a very satisfied smirk. “You get used to the pining.”

“No one is pining,” Eddie lies, quite well if he’d say so himself.

He knows very well that one person is in fact himself and it is not Buck, no matter how hard he wishes his feelings were returned.

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy,” Hen says, “and then one day you’ll finally get your head out of you as – butt and pull us all out of our misery.”

She catches herself before she swears but it doesn’t escape May who hides her laughing behind her hand. Hen winks at her before laughing too. Nia, in her mother’s arms, joins in the laughter just for the love of it.

“Come on,” Athena chimes in, trying to look stern but Eddie knows her well enough to see she is amused as the rest of the team. “Leave the poor man alone.”

TK’s eyes alight with restrained laughter when Eddie turns back to him, offering him a contrite smile.

Before anyone can embarrass him any further, the two soccer teams enter the field and the crowd screams out in excitement – Christopher being the loudest of them all.

Buck waves at them, a huge smile on his lips, his eyes alight even with the distance. Eddie’s heart soars with love.

The match starts and Eddie can only cheer with the rest of the crowd.

~*~*~

TK breathes in the fresh air, hoping that it’ll be enough to flush out the nervousness he feels in the pit of his stomach. Soccer may not be his area of expertise but each time he comes to watch Carlos out on the field for a match, he feels invested. A part of him is out there on the green. Even from such a great distance he can tell Carlos is having fun with this. He’s in his element, his strong legs all but making him a blur as he races down the field toward the goal post. It’s a marvel, truly, to watch Carlos in complete control of himself and the ball. For the life of him TK can’t understand how any of the players manage to do this with such ease. But there’s something just so special about Carlos in particular— though, TK realizes, that may just be his bias talking.

Though this game is hardly the World Cup, TK can’t help but to feel the pressure build within him, his knuckle turning white from how tightly he’s gripping the sign in his hand. It’s not nearly as colorful as Chris’ beside him but TK couldn’t resist getting into the spirit, donning a purple hoodie as well. He wishes Michelle or his father could be here now but TK has enough energy for everyone back home and then some.

“That’s Carlos,” he points out to Eddie and Chris.

TK eyes his boyfriend in his shorts, feeling his cheeks flush for a moment. He’s glad for the crisp autumn air to disguise it.

“Hey, he’s with Buck! Maybe they’re friends already,” Chris notes as the two guys exchange a quick low five after Buck makes an impressive block.

“That’d be awesome.”

TK grows quiet then, the players really pick up with intensity out on the pitch. He may be surrounded by people in the stands but his attention rests solely on the field before him, his eyes tracking Carlos’ every move.

Despite Carlos’ best efforts to get TK to understand the nuances of the game, TK’s knowledge is still rudimentary at best but it’s enough for him to know that his boyfriend is doing amazingly well out there. Carlos and Buck work seamlessly off each other as if they’re tuned into the same frequency.

TK breaks his attention away to smile over at Chris and Eddie, the two just as absorbed in the match as he’s been this whole time.

“Crazy, isn’t it?” he muses aloud.

“It’s like they’re flying,” Chris replies, eyes bright behind his glasses. TK can’t help but to agree as Buck and Carlos go thundering up the field.

Even though Buck’s maneuver is thwarted by the other team’s player, there’s no question that the man is extremely skilled as well.

TK’s eyes move over to Eddie who doesn’t seem to have heard any of the exchange TK has just had with his son. Eddie’s eyes are unmoving from the field and it’s obvious there’s only one person he’s truly paying attention to out there.

Despite what the man may have been willing to admit aloud or even to himself, TK can see Eddie’s affection for Buck clear as day on his face. Granted, he’s just a stranger but even from their brief conversation on the matter, he could discern a lot. As far as he could tell, Eddie didn’t have to worry. Chris was clearly a huge supporter of Buck, perhaps in more ways than one and Eddie’s crew seemed to be more than on board with the idea of them. All Eddie would have to do was be brave enough to say something but TK knew just how hard that could be.

Getting together with Carlos and letting go of his own fears was easier said than done but it landed him in the best, most meaningful relationship of his life. Now isn’t the time to have such a heart to heart and TK wonders if the man would even want to hear what he has to say on the matter. He’s an outsider but TK feels a kinship to him all the same. All he can do is hope that Eddie and Buck find their way to each other. If everyone can find the kind of happiness he’s found with Carlos, TK figures the world would be a better place.

TK feels his phone buzz inside his hoodie’s pocket. He sets his sign down and retrieves it, smiling at the screen when he sees an incoming FaceTime call from his father. He answers, his screen filling up with his dad’s face as he connects to his earbuds. He can see that he’s inside his office back at the 126, undoubtedly sitting before a mountain of paperwork.

“Hey, kid. How’s the match going?” Owen asks, not wasting any time in trying to see how Carlos is doing so far.

“Neither team has scored yet but Carlos is killing it out there, of course.”

TK flips the camera on his phone so his father can watch a bit of the match as well. The timing is perfect as Carlos is now in possession of the ball, doing some complicated footwork to maintain control that would have had TK tripping over his own feet if he were to even dare trying a move like that. TK can’t help but to beam with pride.

TK holds his breath as Carlos sidesteps a player on the orange team that’s barreling towards him. He rises to his feet, his heart in his throat as Carlos is able to keep control of the ball and sends it flying into the goal.

“Go, Carlos!” Chris shouts.

TK lets out a triumphant roar of his own, his father whooping as well. TK looks to Chris and gives the young boy a high five, beaming back at him.

“Oh man, I wish I could stay on and watch the rest of the game but duty calls. I’m sure Carlos and his team will keep the momentum going,” Owen says. “Enjoy the match and keep me posted.”

“Will do,” TK responds, quickly ending the call. He can feel his whole body buzzing with excitement for Carlos who finds him in the crowd and gives him a wink.

TK mirrors the move as he claps and sits back down again. He’s practically bouncing in his seat as the game continues.

The purple team continues to do well though no more points are scored as the second quarter begins but Buck and Carlos are on fire during this next leg of the match, their skills clearly a cut above the others. Buck manages another goal with an assist from TK, the two exchanging another low high five. The orange team tries to rally after Buck’s goal, desperate to at least score one point now that they’re down two nothing. The tactics become a bit more intense with players from the orange team clearly marking Buck and Carlos as the main ones to focus on. Carlos is being guarded heavily by one man on the orange team when he’s in possession. TK feels anxious watching Carlos try to break away but the man is like a shadow. As Carlos darts to the right, he’s felled by the other player who very deliberately tripped Carlos.

TK shoots up from his seat, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach just as Carlos’ body drops to the ground, clutching at his leg. The crowd sucks in a collective breath but TK can only really register the sight of his boyfriend’s face contorting in pain. Buck crouches down beside him, speaking to him hurriedly.

“Dad, is Carlos going to be okay?” Christopher asks, his voice a quiet whisper as if not to spook TK. It’s touching that this kid he’s only just met is so considerate.

“I...I’m sure he’s alright,” Eddie says. He doesn’t sound entirely convincing but it hardly matters. The man’s words are like static in TK’s ears as he fights the urge to go racing out onto the pitch to check on Carlos himself and also give the other player a piece of his mind.

His body moves inches forward on its own accord as the rest of Carlos’ team crowds around him along with a medic from the sidelines and the referee heads who holds up a yellow card to the player responsible for bowling Carlos over and TK shouts his frustration.

“That’s it?” Certainly a red card and dismissal from the match would be the best course of action.

TK can see Buck getting upset at the call as well, the man drawing nearer to the referee to make the case. TK could just hug him for that, for stepping up and defending Carlos right then and there when he’s unable to do just that on his own.

It’s obvious Buck isn’t having much luck, his expression growing grimmer as the medic tends to Carlos. It’s torture watching his boyfriend in pain and TK can feel his eyes stinging as he struggles to keep himself in together as Carlos is helped off the field.

“I can’t just stand here,” he says to no one in particular.

TK leaves the stands, racing down the steps and hurrying along to where the purple team is congregated on the benches. He isn’t even sure he’s allowed down here but he doesn’t spare a thought to it as he pushes his way to Carlos’ side.

“TK? What are—,” Carlos starts but TK silences him with a hug.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s my ankle. I think I twisted it.”

TK shoots a glare over at the orange team, searching for the guy responsible for this.

“Babe, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

“You’re the one with the busted ankle. I should be comforting you right now, not the other way around, Los.”

Carlos laughs and nods as the medic wraps his ankle and ices it. She confirms Carlos’ suspicion about the severity of his injury.

“True but I’d also like to make sure we keep the peace. This is a charity event after all and I’d hate to have to see my boyfriend arrested. Don’t forget, we’re surrounded by cops; you’re severely outnumbered,” he teases.

TK’s lips twitch with a smile, his disdain towards the other player fading away as he gives Carlos a quick kiss, cupping his cheek and brushing his thumb along Carlos’ cheekbone.

“I take it this is TK,” a voice says. TK turns and sees Buck holding out his hand. “I’m—”

“Buck. It’s nice to meet you.”

Buck’s brows furrow in confusion, no doubt wondering how it is that TK knows his name already. TK points over to where he had been seated in the stands, Christopher holding up his sign above his now that they’re all looking his way.

“I got the chance to meet your crew and two very special parts of it. Chris is the coolest kid ever and his dad is just as incredible.”

TK doesn’t miss the soft expression in Buck’s eyes as he looks over at the father and son duo. TK and Carlos exchange a glance before Buck turns his attention back on them again.

“They’re family,” Buck says simply with a warm smile. “How are you feeling, Carlos? What’d the medic say?”

“Twisted not sprained so that’s a relief. It’s low grade so I won’t be out of commission for too long.”

“The second the match is over I’m taking you right back to the hotel, alright? I know you’ll be fine but I’ll feel a hell of a lot better when you’re in bed getting rest.”

“Yes, Dr. Strand,” Carlos muses. “Report back to the stands. We all need to see Buck continue to kick some butt out there.”

TK gives him one last kiss. “To help with the pain and suffering,” he quips before hurrying back to rejoin Eddie and Chris.

~*~*~

Purple team wins.

Even as he cheers, Eddie spares a glance at his new friend and is relieved to find he has already rushed to his boyfriend's side and both TK and Carlos are smiling widely and clapping on the bench.

The crowd rushes on the field to congratulate the winners as loud as they can.

Both Eddie and Christopher are somehow the first to reach Buck despite the rest of their family getting a headstart on them while Chris got his crutches. Something tells him that they have let them, though he couldn’t say why.

(That’s a lie. He knows why.)

(Damn meddlers)

(That is also a lie. He loves them all dearly.)

Buck has sweated through his shirt, his normally well-coiffed hair is a mess of curls and unruly strands. Eddie has no rights to find him as beautiful as he does but he can’t help it.

Buck is magnificent. The sun itself must be envious of how bright he shines.

The energy is high and everyone is speaking excitedly about the game, Carlos’ injury and the insane rules of soccer.

Chim slaps Buck on his shoulder with a, “Good job, Buckaroo,” which earns him a satisfied look from Christopher, ever defendant of his Buck.

“Did you like my sign, Buck?” he asks, pointing to it now in Eddie’s hands.

“I loved it, buddy. Thank you so much, it’s the best sign anyone has ever made in the history of signs.”

From anyone else, it would have been an exaggeration to please a kid. From Buck, it’s nothing but the truth.

They stay a while there, chatting and laughing, and then the players go to change and finally, it’s time to leave. The kids are tiring and so are the adults if Eddie is being honest. The Oregon fall air keeps chilling and they are all angsty to get back inside where it’s warm.

“Eddie, wait.”

It’s TK running up to him, his phone in his hand which he gives to Eddie. Carlos waves at him from the car.

“Give me your number,” TK says. “I’ll hold you to your and your friends’ words when Carlos and I are in LA. I’m gonna have to see for myself how great your station is.”

“Of course,” Eddie replies with a laugh. “But be ready to be impressed.”

He gives TK his phone back.

“Reach out to if you ever find yourself in Austin, you and anyone else you’d wanna bring with.”

There’s something else there in between the words but TK is already saying goodbye, probably in a hurry to bring Carlos back to their hotel room so he can shower and rest his poor ankle.

Yet, half-turned, TK stills.

His gaze finds Eddie and, gently, only for his ears, he says something that has Eddie’s foundations shake.

“You know, if everyone sees it, it may be because it’s actually there.”

He glances behind Eddie before wiking at him and then he’s gone.

“They make a great couple,” Buck says when he comes up to him, seconds later.

Eddie can only hum in return, his thoughts are miles away.

“You’re okay?”

Buck is frowning in concern. His cheeks are still warm from the effort of the game but his breathing is even as his eyes wrack over Eddie’s face.

Buck is always so concerned about Eddie and Christopher too. He would gladly give up any plans he had if the Diaz boys only asked for anything at all.

Maybe it is there.

“TK thought we were dating,” he admits, voice low.

“Oh.” Silence. “Carlos thought so too.”

Eddie searches in his best friend’s eyes an answer to a question he can’t bring himself to ask just yet. What he finds gives him hope, and courage as well.

“Weird huh,” Buck says and he licks his lips in what Eddie recognizes to be nervousness.

He smiles, relieved beyond words. “No, not so weird.”

“No?

Buck is carefully hopeful, as if his heart beats too loud in his chest and he is afraid the whole world might hear it but unable to calm it all the same.

Serene like he has not been in so long a time, Eddie reaches for Buck’s hand and squeezes it.

“No,” he repeats. “It’s not weird at all.”

And though they don’t say it, they both know.

It is there and it is forever.

#buddie #tarlos #eddie diaz #evan buckley #tk strand #carlos reyes #crossover #christopher diaz #starlightbuck #happy bday nicky!#kimmy writes

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florenceandthemachine · 4 years

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that original lifeline

chapter 5 / 5 - “you deserve what you are given” - 3.6k

in which Eddie has a good day, has a bad day, sees a familiar face, and tries not to blow up an ambulance. not necessarily in that order.

it’s all done! my first ever standalone, prompt-free fic! I hope you all at least tolerated it as much as I did. I also would like to say—please, if you’re seeing things that look messy or need to be touched up, you’re welcome to let me know. I'm sure I'm going to go over it and re-edit a million times over the next week.

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Eddie knew that things were going to be different the moment he slapped his alarm the next morning, because for the first time in months, he actually turned his alarm off. He didn’t lie in bed and ignore it, he didn’t hit snooze until he could get the energy to see the day, he turned it off, he got up, and he started to dress. He couldn’t remember the last time he had greeted a Monday on time for an early morning workout, but the few miles he was able to get in on the treadmill was nothing compared to the look of happiness on his son’s face when he got to join him and Carla for breakfast—instead of running out the door, a granola bar lodged in his mouth. He literally felt like he just woke up on the right side of the bed this morning; judging by the way that Chris lit up, and Carla rose her brows in surprise, his change in attitude was already being noticed.

Even if Carla was good enough not to comment on it.

Honestly, Eddie didn’t know what was going on himself, but he wasn’t going to complain. A day ago, he had almost started to cry at one of those family car commercials with an old dog in it, and today, he was already back into the familiar motions of ‘being well’.

He had been through enough therapy in his life to know the “highs and lows” mental health speech every which way, but what he hadn’t realized until this morning was that when you were low, being low becomes your new normal. Eddie had been through it before (with Shannon, with his parents, with… name a thing), and he knew it would probably come again, but that didn’t make the moments that he got to stand in the light on the other side of the tunnel any less sweet.

It felt like he was standing in the sun.

“Morning Hen! Coffee?” Eddie grinned as he took the stairs up into the loft two at a time, box of danishes in one hand, coffee holders stacked high in the other. He had literally been smiling since he parked his car outside, and was now beaming at Hen only because she was lucky enough to be the first person he got to see that day. Lucky, sure, but he still didn’t miss the way that her brows rose into her hair as she took her cup and her selection of baked goods, knowing full well that this was probably… a lot to take in from his behavior for the past many weeks.

“You’re… cheery.” Hen commented easily, staring at Eddie like a puzzle to figure out—and while that would have made him nervous before, it was actually kind of nice now, a friend showing that she cared.

To his credit, Eddie just shrugged, pulling off another coffee as he put the boxes down on the table, knowing full well they would be devoured before he could even look back. “What can I say? It’s a good day today, the sun is out, and I only have to be here for eight hours. Hey, where’s Chim? I got Mr. Asian James Bond an extra bear claw, since he’s been driving everyone up the wall with his whole sorority girls speech.”

Hen let the topic drop (and Eddie thanked her silently for it) as she groaned and shook her head, taking another drag from her coffee cup as, sure enough, the pastry boxes started to draw everyone in like flies. He started handing out coffees to those who’s orders he could remember, grinning as Hen launched into it. “No no, ‘Asian James Bond’ was last week, now it’s ‘Asian Sex Symbol’ to you. God, that stupid calendar, between he and Bobby I am ready to enter myself, blow them both out of the water as Miss July, and—”

“Hey, hold up, where’s Bosko?” Eddie said, cutting her off before she could pick up too much steam, staring at the last coffee in his hands as Bobby pulled his own free.

Hen and Bobby shared a glance as Bobby cleared his throat around a mouthful of coffee, swallowing before he started to speak. “Actually, Lena’s back with the 136 for the foreseeable future. I’m happy to say that we finally have that vacancy filled.”

Eddie felt his brows launch into his hairline, only vaguely remembering that Lena was supposed to be here on a temporary basis—and he had been a complete ass to her for the past few months. Well, that was going to be a fun little addition to his long list of issues, and he winced as he made a mental note to swing by the 136 later on with another danish and an apology. Hen caught the look, her own brow tilting in return, though she was good enough to redirect her attention back up to Bobby. “So, wait, who’s going to be the newbie on the 118?”

“He is walking up the stairs right now, if you want to turn around. Just graduated out of the Academy last week. Pretty much top of his class, apparently impressed enough people that I had to fight off station 6 to get him to come here—welcome, Evan Buckley.”

“Hey, uh, you can just call me Buck.”

Eddie almost choked on his coffee as he heard a voice behind him, grabbing a napkin to catch a few drops as he turned, trying to repress his cough as he turned around, meeting a pair of blue eyes, staring at Eddie with an intensity that made his insides curl like he had just been sucker punched. He didn’t say anything, of course, just reached out and shook hands, introduced himself, did the whole shebang—with a smile, he might add!

Today was a good day. It could still be a good day. It really, really had the potential to be a good day.

Today was not a good day.

Eddie wanted to work well with Buck, he really did, but every time Buck opened his mouth, all Eddie could feel was pressure, water pushing in on him at every angle, the choking taste of mud in his mouth. At this point in time, Eddie wasn’t sure what was worse—that Buck seemed to put his foot in his mouth whenever he talked to Eddie, or the fact that he didn’t seem to give a fuck where and when he was flapping his yap.

An exploding man hole cover literally knocking someone’s arm into the nearby pool? He had barely started with “Hey, you good? You must have lucked out after that firetruck and all…” before Eddie was talking over him, asking for gauze and a tourniquet to try and save some of the live tissue in the very-much-not-alive arm.

A stab wound to the ass that resulted in the most lifelike Michelin man that Eddie had ever seen? “So, silver star, huh? You save a platoon or something?” Eddie managed to smile, jaw tight as he shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I was just in convoy.”

Even their downtime wasn’t safe—a grocery run that wound up with the entire team stacked high with grocery bags as they walked back into the station? “Hey, I saw a piece about that drill—“

“Alright, who wants lunch?” Eddie was immensely thankful for Bobby’s distraction, not bothering to hide the fact that his interruption was far from a coincidence. By now, even Hen was looking at Buck like he was a crazy person at that point—or maybe just an asshole.

Somehow, after all of their calls, it only came to a head in the gym. Apparently, Buck had decided that the subtle approach (not that anything Buck did could be called subtle) wasn’t good enough, and for whatever reason decided that the gym was the best time to approach Eddie.

Honestly, if Eddie wasn’t a good thirty away from the first real workout he had had in weeks, he probably would have walked away.

“Eddie, you… you know who I am, right?”

His jaw twitching in time with his punches, Eddie finally relented from the poor bag and looked at Buck directly, jaw set as he started to rewrap his hands. “And what if I didn’t? You think this would have gone over well with HR, the new guy bringing up the worst days of my life and all but asking me about a fucking guardian angel?”

“Jesus, that’s not what I—“

“I met Athena.”

Eddie could almost hear Buck’s mouth shut, the clack of his teeth somehow louder than the din of the station behind him. “I met her and she told me that she didn’t know what had happened, and then she offered to make me forget. Forget about you, about everything, because not even she knew where you had wound up.” Eddie started, rolling his wrists easily. “She apologized to me, she said she missed you, well, not that she was alone in that sense. You should probably find a way to apologize to her, too. Let her know you’re okay. Hold the bag.” Eddie’s voice was low even as his tone started to sharpen, doing his absolute best to keep his face neutral, lest he want any attention from Hen or Bobby for harassing the new guy.

To Buck’s credit, he did as Eddie asked, holding the bag steady as Eddie started to wail on it anew, thankful that he at least had the temporary distraction of pressure against his knuckles to stop the urge to scream into the sky.

“Athena… she really did that?” Eddie didn’t respond, just threw another punch, grunting with the exertion. Buck’s voice was low, barely louder than the sound of Eddie’s hands making contact with the bag. “Is that what you want? An apology? Because I’m not going to apologize for saving you, Eddie, I’m not going to say sorry for not leaving you in the bottom of a pit to… I’m not sorry for that. So if that’s what you’re after, I don’t know what to offer you.”

Eddie threw a kick from his left, giving Buck plenty of time to adjust his grip before his ankle came smashing into the bag, panting as he stared Buck down, feeling the anger start to drain out of him as he breathed, shaking his head. “Buck, is that what you think this is about?”

Buck, bless him, just looked like a lost puppy when what Eddie said sunk in.

“You saved my life. I mean, you’ve always kept me safe, but back there you saved my life. You let me go home to my kid, you… I could never thank you enough for that. I’m not mad about that.” He shook his head, flexing his fingers as he took another fighting stance, his poster lower, more subdued than the all out attack he was waging before.

“Well then what—“

“I’m not mad at you because you left.” Eddie repeated, starting another round of punches, each hit slower, shorter, but packed with more force than was strictly necessary. “I’m mad at you because you fucking—because you didn’t come back. Because you chose not to come back. You went through the academy, top of the class, and that was eighteen weeks of you being here, just miles away from me in Los Angeles, and you let me think that you were dead that entire time. You were with me my whole entire life, you were a constant, and then I lost you, Buck, and I had to try and live with that. And then you show up at work today, and you’re alive, and human, and I’ve had barely eight hours to deal with all of this, after I—I fucking mourned you. I mourned you, and you let me, and that—that’s why I’m mad.”

Although, the more he spoke, the more Eddie realized that he wasn’t mad, not really, not that he would own up to it that easily. He wasn’t angry, he was just… crushed. His hook got sloppy and he went wide, eyes wild, stumbling only a little before catching himself on the bag.

“Why does everyone leave me? What did I do, Buck, why didn’t you come back?”

The sudden sound of footsteps drew his eye up to the loft where the next shift was pouring in, easily exchanging pleasantries with Eddie’s team, and Eddie felt the last bit of fight drain out of him as he started to unwind his gloves. The day was done. His shift was over. And after feeling nothing but empty for weeks, Eddie had just about exhausted the entire range of his emotional capabilities in less than a day.

“Eddie, I—“

“Forget it, Buck. I’ll see you tomorrow, or whatever.” Eddie said, not even bothering to look over his shoulder as he headed back to the locker area.

“Fire and Rescue, hello?”

Eddie was having another… long day. Not a bad day, not necessarily, but not a… great day either. He had still managed to get up, he had still brought himself to work, he still managed an honest smile when he kissed Chris goodbye, but he found himself hesitating before he wound up walking into the 118. He didn’t know if he could handle Buck again today—thankfully, it seemed like he didn’t have to. Buck was mostly absent that morning, giving Eddie enough apologetic looks over the table to display that he got he had been an asshole the day before (or, more likely, that Hen and Chim had verbally beat that fact into him before Eddie got there).

Their morning had gone off without incident—there had only been one real call outside a few false alarms, a moron with his head literally cemented into a microwave—and to be honest, Eddie couldn’t deny the fact that he loved how easily he and Buck could work together. Well, how easy they worked together when Buck shut up for three minutes.

Another save, an easy lunch, and Eddie’s eight hour shift looked like it would be ending easily when they got the call to head down to Torrence, walking into what felt like the worlds most mothball-scented Army Navy Surplus store.

Eddie felt his body tense up as soon as the word ‘grenade’, having to take a split second to remind himself that he was still in the States, he wasn’t in wartime, he was still safe. Because he was safe, they were okay, until Buck moved the dressings and a gold glint caught his eye.

“None of the guys I’ve worked with were dumb enough to shoot a live round into their own leg, but I’m familiar with the ordinance.”

Eddie felt his jaw twitch again as Buck stared him down, a tic that he was sure would come to be familiar in over the next few days. Honestly, he was starting to think that Buck was just bringing all the mess with him—he had gone months without a call that threatened his life and limb, and then as soon as Buck came back into his life, there he was, with a grenade stuck inside of some old, gun collecting bastard. He could almost feel the moment where Buck opened his mouth—it was the same feeling he got whenever Buck had appeared, years and years ago, whenever something extremely stupid was about to happen.

“I’m in.”

Of course he was.

For what it was worth, Buck had stellar bedside manner. It was easy for him to to make small talk with Charlie while he hung the morphine, asking about his wife, his life, and Eddie found himself a little bit reassured by how easily Buck was able to buckle down and rise to the situation. After all, Buck had been doing that for Eddie’s whole life—it would be a shame if he lost that skill when he could use it the most.

They kept their talk small and professional as Eddie worked, even though most of his work was giving short, clipped orders, like he was afraid that the grenade would be able to tell how stressed out he was and put them both out of their misery, then and there. They both let out a collective sigh of relief as the grenade plunked, solid and heavy into the bin, Buck hastily closing it like a lid would save them all if that thing were to blow up.

Eddie was just finishing up, throwing a few stitches to try and keep things together until Charlie could make it up to surgery when Buck finally found his voice.

“I was scared, Eddie.”

Eddie didn’t even bother looking up, his fingers working quickly. “I know, but we got it out, we just have to be careful not to move the box too much.”

“No. I mean, about coming back, about seeing you, I… I was scared.”

Eddie looked up as he threw another stitch, sparing a quick look to make sure that the old man was still out cold. When Buck looked up to him, Eddie rose his brows, giving him a little not of encouragement.

“You said I’ve been with you your whole life, but… that goes both ways, Eddie. I don’t even know what happened, one minute I had hurled you out of that lake, and the next I was nothing, there was just nothing, and then…” He took a breath as he moved the dressings, letting Eddie continue his easy stitchwort. “And then I was in a loft in Los Angeles, with a drivers license in my pocket and a brochure for the LAFD Academy on a dresser. I still don’t know how I got there, but I knew it would bring me to you.”

“Here, cut here.”

Buck snipped the end of Eddie’s suture easily, passing him a tube of antibacterial gel, dolloping it along the messy wound site.

“For the first time in years, I couldn’t feel you anymore. I didn’t know what you were doing, or how you were feeling, or if you were safe, and it scared me. I missed you, of course I did, but I knew that if I just went right back to you, it would be like nothing had changed, when really, everything had changed.” Eddie looked up as he covered the gel in an adhesive gauze patch, hanging another bag of fluids, eyes tracking between the steady blip of the heart monitor and the very live grenade in a bin at the end of the ambulance, while his brain tried to keep up with the live grenade that he and Buck were lobbing back and forth.

Nodding for Buck to open the back door, Eddie waited until they both had their feet on the ground to respond, rolling his neck. “Well, that’s kind of par for the course. Being scared, I mean.” he started, a small smile on his face as Buck looked back, catching his eye. Eddie shrugged, eye darting over to the rest of their team, still safely out of earshot as he nudged Buck’s shoulder, the motion easy and simple, muscle memory built up over years.

“Welcome to the human condition. It kind of sucks. You’re going to love it.”

And fuck, Buck was smiling again. Eddie would give anything to keep that look on his face, even as they handed Charlie off to the medics, even as the bomb squad guy called in the robot to… well, to do what, Eddie didn’t know. But that was the beauty of it all—he didn’t have to care anymore. All that mattered to him in that moment were his boots on his ground, the air around him, and maybe, if he played his cards right, the team he got to work with. He could feel Bobby’s eyes on him as he pulled his flac jacket off, a little slow on the uptake of whatever had happened in the ambulance.

“You know, you’re pretty badass under pressure.” Eddie said, his face curving up into the first real smile he had worn in days. Buck looked like a deer in the headlights, like Eddie must have been talking to someone, anyone else, and even Bobby cracked a grin as Eddie smacked him in the arm. “You can have my back any day.”

Buck looked, well, Eddie would have framed the look on Buck’s face if he could. It was a vision of pure joy, the simple sentence meaning more to both of them than anyone else could ever know, and Eddie had to resist the urge to pull him into a bone crushing hug as he kicked at the ground.

“Yeah. Or, you know, you could… You could have mine.”

If Eddie smiled any wider, he felt like his face was going to crack.

They were still not great—not by a long shot—but for the first time in almost six months, Eddie finally felt something close to closure, to peace, a starting point for the two of them that would take them both who-knows-where.

“Deal.”

And then, because nothing in Eddie’s life was ever easy, the ambulance exploded. Eddie wasn’t even phased at this point in his life—any exploding vehicle was fine by him as long as he wasn’t on it.

“Are, uh, are you guys hungry? There’s a great burger place around here, they’re open for another hour or so.”

Hanging back as the rest of his crew packed up, Bobby pulled his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed, a small smile gracing his lips as he unlocked it.

New Message from A - 11:12PM

Well? Was I right, or was I right?

“Cap, come on! Burgers wait for no man!”

To A - 11:14PM

They’re going to be one hell of a team.

#guardianangel!buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 #buddiefic #911fic #so happy to have this out of my drafts #srsly don't feel shy about pointing shit out to me #it's what I can do so I can an grow #FINALLY THIS IS DONE #I HATE IT ALREADY LMAOOO

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