#chrisopher fuck

[facetimebuddies]

what was it that bobby one day said to buck?

What she needs is for you to step inside with her, keep her company in there.

you don't need to fix the problems, buck. you don't need to save anyone, buck. you just need to exist WITH THEM, SIT DOWN AND LISTEN, BE THAT SHOULDER THEY CAN CRY ON, BE THE MAN THAT THEY CAN RELY ON. you matter and you help out every single day just by being who you are.

"i'm here, what can i do?" "what you always do."

what is eddie asking of buck now?

he's choosing buck, asking begging pleading buck to quite literally step into the room with christopher and just. exist. just be the man that will always be there for christopher (AND EDDIE) be the man he's always been because that's all eddie needs of him right now. to step up and guide them both by being himself!!!!!

[canadianfangirl-95]

A Close Call  

Frankie Morales x f!reader 

Summary: I saw a writing challenge for Pedro characters and one of them was hiding in a closet and I don’t remember who the creator was so I can’t submit but I wrote it for fun anyway. 

Warnings; post-Triple Frontier, Frankie has no wife or kid, friends with benefits, smut, unprotected piv, porn with plot, possibility of getting caught, idk it’s pretty funny too, probably missed something but lmk 

Word count: 3100+ (oops) 

Sliding the screen door closed behind you, you carefully latch the lock and shrug the bag on your shoulder higher. Santi and Yovanna have a hot tub, but like, the best hot tub ever. They said when they were on their month-long trip to visit her brother in Australia that anyone in the friend group could use it. That was 4 months ago, and you may have been sneaking over periodically to enjoy a private bath while they’re on a weekend getaway or you know they’re going to be seeing a particularly long movie. Thankfully, they love Quintin Terrentio and Chrisopher Nolan films. You know they wouldn’t exactly be mad if they found out, but they would definitely revoke your key privileges and with volleyball season coming soon, you’re gonna need the boiling hot soaks to calm your muscles. 

You dried off meticulously outside so as to not leave any drips on the floor. Your towel is tied around your waist, your bikini top bare and your clothes in the bag as your flip flops pat against the floor as you make your way to the guest bathroom to change. You turn the corner in the hall and come face to face with a brick wall. You yelp and step back, holding your nose that just got smushed.  

Not a brick wall. Frankie. 

“Fuck.” You curse, “What are you doing here?” 

He looks at you with wild eyes, “Um.” He stutters, “Doesn’t matter what are you doing here?” He asks accusingly. 

You look him up and down. Slide on sandals, swim shorts, a t-shirt, towel draped over his shoulder. You smirk and cross your arms over your chest. His eyes flick fleetingly at your breasts and then back at your face. “You’re here to use their hot tub, aren’t you?” You say smugly.  

Shifting nervously, he looks at the wall in the dark hallway and leans against it. “No, no just you know. Came to hang out with Santi.” He says casually before properly giving you a once over.  

Eyeing him amusingly you chuckle, “You always bring a towel to hang out with Santi? Don’t they have towels here?” You ask, your fingers reaching out to fumble with the dangling fabric. 

“Fine fuck off.” He finally says with a cracked smile. “But you’re literally in a bikini.” He says, gesturing to your barely covered body.  

You both let out a laugh before you point at him with your finger sternly, “Okay but hey, you gotta get out of here. I need the hot tub more than you and we can’t both be sneaking over here. One of us is gonna get caught.”  

“I need it too.” Frankie says admittedly.  

You scoff, “Why?” 

“I’ve got a bad back. I don’t know if you remember or not, but I was kinda in the army and for like 20 years and my back is fucked up.” He says exasperated. 

Rolling your eyes you let out a snoozing sound, “Ugh, yes how could I forget. You literally always talk about how you used to carry horses on your back through the jungle.” You make a fart noise with your tongue to accentuate your humorous tone.  

“I carried men, not horses.” He retorts with a smirk.  

“Fine, whatever. Look, I’ll rock, paper, scissors you for it then.” You say in a quiet hush, remembering where you are. 

His eyebrows narrow, “Why are you whispering, no one’s home.”  

The lock on the front door clicks and you both practically jump out of your skin. You hear the unmistakable sound of Santis’ voice and footsteps at the front of the house.  

“Shit.” You whisper. 

Frankie looks around frantically and then grabs hold of the handle on the hallway closet to your right, pulling it open. “Quick, get in.” He places his hand on your back to guide you in and quickly follows suit, quietly latching the door behind him.  

You’re standing in darkness, the only sounds your own deep breathing mixed with his. A moment later, a small light illuminates the room, and you look up at the light bulb Frankie just clicked on with a pull string. He releases it and looks down at you, the string swinging absently above you both.  

“What are they doing home already? I thought they had a late dinner out of town?” You whisper. 

He shrugs, “I don’t know. Usually when they go to that restaurant Yovanna has 3 glasses of wine and makes him stop at every gas station to pee on the way back.”  

Letting out a chuckle, you say. “3? Try 4.” Looking around, you take in the small hallway closet. Not much in it other than a gym bag shoved to the corner, but it was still tight. The proximity between Frankie and you a few inches at best. Looking up at his eyes, you ask. “What do we do?” 

“I don’t know. They’ve never come home early before. I’m in new territory.” He says, he moves to place his hands on his hips but his elbow strikes the door. You both startle and he curses.  

“Geeze. I thought you were special forces, how could you be this loud right now?” You whisper yell at him, your eyes wide. He gives you an amused look and lays his arms at his side.  

“Sorry.” 

Pinching your eyes shut you hum to yourself, “Fuck what do we do?” 

“What time is it?” He asks.  

You reach into your bag and pull out your phone, “11.”  

Nodding, he says. “Okay, so let’s just wait until they go to bed, sneak out and lock the door behind us. If they catch me, they’ll take my key. They’re still pissed at me for coming over with Benny after his fight that one time when we broke her vase.”  

Letting out a snort, you say. “Yeah, and if they catch me, they’ll definitely take my key away considering that time I came over and borrowed Santis truck without asking.” You cross your arms and lean back against the wall. 

He eyes you curiously, “You stole his truck?” 

“Borrowed.” You clarify. “I borrowed his truck.”  

“For what?” he asks amused. 

Smirking, you say. “I might’ve found a popcorn machine on Marketplace and it didn’t fit in my car.” Frankie lets out a quiet chuckle. “Hey, it was first come first serve I had to act fast.”  

“A popcorn machine? What are you twelve?” 

“What are you twelve?” You rebut in a mocking tone, and he has to chew his lip to keep himself from laughing.  

Frankie lifts his hat off his head and scratches at his curly locks. “Okay, so neither of us wanna get caught then. So, let’s just ride it out and we can slip out after they’ve gone to bed. No harm done.”  

“Fine.” You say, resting your head against the wall and shrugging your bag off your shoulder to place it gently on the floor beside the other bag.  

He crosses his arms over his chest and leans his head back as well, closing his eyes. You both settle there, but a few moments later you let out a deep breath. “I’m bored.”  

Grinning, he replies. “It’s been 30 seconds.”  

“Yeah, well I got bored in 30 seconds.” You retort quickly and he chuckles.  

His eyes peel open and he looks you up and down. “Remember the last time we were in a small space like this?” He asks with a mischievous grin.  

Giving him a knowing look, you shake your head and whisper back. “Forget about it Morales.”  

“That camping trip, you and I had to share a tent.” He begins and you chew your bottom lip. “If I remember correctly, we had trouble being quiet that night too.”  

You let out a huff of breath and roll your eyes, his words bringing you back to the memory of the two of you fucking in a sleeping bag on a friend’s camping trip when you got paired in a tent. It didn’t mean anything, was just fun, and with the way he’s eyeing you now, it seems like he wants to have some more. “No, Frankie. We’ll get caught.”  

He steps forward so that your bodies are almost pressed against one another. “Come on baby, you won’t be bored anymore.” He reasons and you look into his deep brown eyes, he chews his lip and pops his eyebrows up and down.  

Stroking the inside of your cheek with your tongue, you shrug. “Fine, but keep it quiet Morales.” You say, pointing your finger at him again.  

His head dips down and he takes your finger into his mouth, slowly dragging it through his lips till it pops out and he grins. “Trust me, you’re gonna be the one having a hard time staying quiet.”  

You let out a breath as he leans further and slots his lips against yours. You gasp into his mouth as his tongue licks into yours. Your hands begin working in tandem, he quickly grabs the towel around your waist and unties it, shoving it to the ground. Meanwhile, you’re pushing his off his shoulder and pulling his shirt over his head, knocking his hat softly onto the ground. His hands grasp at your ass as he pulls you closer, so your warm bodies are pressing against one another in the tight space.  

Hot air begins to fill the space as your breathing picks up. His hands wander every inch they can reach as they squeeze and pull at your ass and breasts. Your fingers intertwine with his hair and you moan quietly when he grabs your jaw to tip your head back to gain access to your throat. Frankie nips and sucks at your sensitive skin beneath your ear and your core pushes forward to begin rubbing against his hard cock through his thin swim trunks.  

He groans into your mouth at the pressure and then his hands find your waist and quickly spin you so you’re facing the wall. Your hands press hard against the cool drywall as your cheek rubs it. He gently kicks at your ankles, and you abide, stepping to widen your stance. He pushes his trunks down until they rest underneath his balls, and you feel his cock spring free and nudge you in the back. You wait without breath as he grabs your bikini bottoms and pulls them down your legs until they fall to your ankles. You quickly step out of them with one foot and take your place again hard pressed against the wall.  

Frankies breathing into your ear makes your cunt clench around nothing, until you finally feel his fingers graze your moistened folds. He hums, “Already wet for me. That’s my girl.” His praise sends a new flow of arousal through you.  

“Can you hurry up Morales? I’m getting bored again.” You joke and watch over your shoulder as he eyes you.  

“Won’t be saying that much longer. Won’t be saying anything actually.” With that you’re pushed further into the wall as he guides his hard cock deep into your pussy. You pinch your eyes shut at the stretch and try not to let out a deep moan. He stills and settles his forehead on your shoulder. “Fuck, just as fucking tight as I remember.” 

Your breathing begins to settle until you feel him pull back and then slam into you. “Fuck.” You whisper, tucking your head down. His strong and calloused hands clutch your waist as he begins to slowly rock into you. Fucking you senseless into the wall. Your head falls back gently against his shoulder, and he places a kiss to your temple as one of his hands rises up to hold your jaw.  

His dick nudges your cervix, and you moan. Too loud, too relaxed. His hand quickly releases your jaw and covers your mouth. “Quiet baby or I’ll have to stop.” His hushed voice whispers into your ear as his bare chest presses against your back. The heat beading off the two of you as sweat begins to develop between your bodies. As one of Frankies hands holds you quiet, his other snakes around your bodies to find your clit and your eyes squeeze shut as he continues to rail into your from behind and draw tiny circles on your sensitive bud.  

The tension begins to build in you, and you feel the familiar wave of contentment as your hands turn to fists against the wall. With another deep thrust in your pussy your walls squeeze around his thick member and your orgasm crashes into you. You’re thankful for the hand clutching your mouth as you whimper into it. Your pleasure surges him forward and he bites your shoulder to quiet himself as he spills inside you. He stills but the way his dick swells inside you makes your orgasm bloom further and you find yourself rocking your hips, continuing to fuck yourself on his sensitive cock like a dildo until he’s holding your tired body up with his arms.  

You both settle, and you rest your head again against the wall to let your breathing calm. You can feel Frankie finally peel his sweat covered body off of you, pulling his aching member out and reside to his side of the cramped closet.  

Turning, you lean down and step back into your bikini bottoms to pull them up before his spend begins to cascade down your legs. You grab your bag and pull out your shorts and T-shirt to dress yourself. He does the same, pulling his t-shirt back over his head and placing his trusted hat firmly on his head.  

After stuffing your towel into your bag, you pull out your phone again and eye the time. “Think we can slip out now?” 

He steps forward and peers at your phone. “Um, let me just check real quick.” He grabs the door handle and slowly turns it trying not to make noise as the latch clicks. The door opens slightly and the distant light from the living room is the only light illuminating the dark hallway. You both still your breathing as you listen for any sign of life. It’s quiet, no creaks, no voices, no tv on. He looks back at you and shrugs, “Seems like the coast is clear. Be quiet though.” He says pointing his finger at you and you nod, placing your phone back in your bag and preparing mentally for the treacherous walk to the front door.  

Frankie grabs his towel off the floor before slowly pushing the door open further, he looks around. “Okay, come on.” His hands reaches back and you take it as he guides you through the house. Your footsteps are quiet, and he looks around wildly for any semblance of his friends. You finally reach the front door, your breath a mere lump in your throat as he slowly unlocks the door. It creaks open and he grimaces before ushering you through. Following quickly and shutting the door behind him. You stand beside him as he pulls his keys out of his pockets and locks the door from the outside.  

He turns to you and lets out a breath, which you mirror. “Whew, that was a close call.” 

“No kidding, if we’re both gonna keep doing this, we gotta work out a schedule or something.” You say reasonably.  

He places his hands on his hips and looks you up down. “Or we could just come at the same time.” 

You give him an amused look and comment, “You just wanna fuck in their hot tub.”  

Shrugging, he says. “Maybe.”  

Grinning, you tap him on the arm and begin walking down the laneway. The cool evening Spring air bites at your bare arms and legs. He follows swiftly behind you. “Where’d you park?” He asks. 

“At the gas station down the road.” You say, gesturing to your right through the streetlight filtered night.  

“Oh, yeah that’s a good one. I’m just down there.” He says, pointing at his truck down the road in the direction you are also heading. You nod and both of you begin to walk down the sidewalk.  

“Doing anything next?” He asks, a devilish grin on his face.  

“Nah, wanna come over?” You ask, winking at him and he smirks.  

“Sure. I’ll pick up a pizza on the way.”  

Nodding, you say. “Oh, now you’re speaking my language.”  

You still in your spot as you reach his truck and he begins to cross the road, folding your arms across your chest as you watch him walk before calling out, “Hey!” 

He turns and calls back, “What?” 

“How did you break that vase with Benny?” You ask with a sly grin.  

Frankie licks his lips and lets out a chuckle. “Benny kind of, tackled me into it.”  

Your jaw drops, “He tackled you?” 

Nodding, he looks down at the pavement and then back at you. “Yeah, like I said it was after his fight, and he wanted to show me a new move he didn’t get to try out.”  

“I’m assuming alcohol was involved?” You joke.  

“Maybe.” He says with a chuckle. 

Laughing you say, “You guys are ridiculous.” 

“Yeah, but you love us.” He says, walking backwards towards his truck.  

You wave your hand casually at him and begin to walk in the direction of your car. “Yeah, yeah. See you in a bit.”  

“Yep.” He confirms, before jumping into his truck.  

Santi rounds the edge of the bed and grabs his phone off the nightstand. 

“Are they gone yet?” Yovanna asks, rubbing moisturizer on her legs in bed.  

Santi smirks, looking at his phone. “Yeah, just slipped out the front door. 20 years in special forces and they seriously didn’t think we’d have security cameras?” He says with a humorous tone. “Good idea coming home when we did, didn’t think we’d get a chance to catch both of them.”  

She shakes her head, “So, are you gonna give them shit tomorrow?”  

Santi slides into the bed and leans back, resting his arm under his head. “We’ll see, might be fun to fuck with them a little more. Payback for stealing my truck.” 

“And breaking my vase.” She comments, pointing at him and he nods.  

“And for breaking your vase.” He confirms.  

She nods and begins to rub moisturizer on her hands, looking up in thought. “What do you think they did in the closet for that long?” 

He shrugs against the bed as his eyes drift close. “If I know them at all probably just, played rock, paper, scissors or something like that.” 

[exploring-the-cosmos]

One thing I am really curious about if (when) Buddie goes canon, is how they are going to handle the "Telling Chrisopher" conversation.

Is Eddie going to decide to have a heart-to-heart with Chris before he ever confesses his feelings for Buck because he wants to make sure his son is okay with it/he has his blessing to date again? Or are Buck and Eddie doing to get together, and then they have to navigate the dilemma of when/how to tell Chris?

I think either option presents so many interesting possibilities. Given Eddie's track record with dating/how he has approached the dating conversation with Christopher in the past, the latter option seems more in line with what he has done previously but the former is not necessarily out of the question considering just how royally he fucked up with his last relationship. Sooo here are my thoughts about how each one could pan out.

Pre-realtionship heart-to-heart option:

Positive reaction— Chris is totally cool with it. He loves Buck, and maybe even at one point thought they were together or would be good together but never said anything (little bit of wishful thinking here on my part, but I am a sucker for Chris secretly wanting Buck to be his second dad). Maybe he even helps his dad plan out how he's gonna confess his feelings. I swear to God if Eddie goes for some kind of grand gesture I want to see Chris involved in some way. I will be reduced to tears if that happens. Probably the best outcome, definitely a better outcome than Eddie would expect.

Negative reaction— Chris freaks out. Not because he has a problem with his dad wanting to be with a man, but because Eddie has a terrible track record with dating– which Chris has already been very hurt by– and because it's Buck. His dad has a nasty habit of bringing another person into their family unit and ruining it when things seem to be going well and Chris has gotten used to them being in his life. Now it's someone Chris has a well-established, deeply meaningful bond with, and he will not let his father ruin that. Not an ideal reaction, but realistic given past discussions between Christopher and Eddie about his dating decisions. I could see the aftermath of this going one of two ways:

Prompts further discussion and reassurance from Eddie about why this time will be different– His past relationships had less to do with what Eddie himself wanted but what he thought Chris wanted or what he thought would be best for him (having a mom). He was pushing aside his own happiness and desires to become a version of himself that could be deemed a "good father" and a "proper man", at least by his parent's standards. But he doesn't want to do that anymore. He doesn't have to hold himself to someone else's standards to prove he can be a good father or man. He wants to be the best version of himself, to allow himself to experience the joy he has been denying for so long so that he can show up better for his son. Chris tentatively gives his dad permission to date Buck if he wants, but if he screws it up like he fears Eddie will, Chris will not forgive him for it.

Given Chris' reaction and his strong desire to fix his relationship with his son, he, once again, decides to prioritize what Chris wants. This might lead him to forgo dating altogether for a while or to try dating other people to get over his feelings for Buck (obviously, this doesn't work). To make matters worse, once they move back to LA (before or after this convo) they have to deal with the fact that Buck is going to be living with them for the foreseeable future until he's able to find a new apartment. Cue insufferable amounts of pining from both of them. At some point, Christopher is gonna realize that they are both crazy about each other and he's had about enough of the longing looks and his dad moping around. He'll finally give Eddie the go-ahead with a warning that he better not screw it up.

Post-relationship dilemma option:

Positive reaction– I imagine the convo would be quite similar to the one in the heart-to-heart option with some differences, such as a discussion about how long they have been together, why they didn't tell him sooner, what this means for their family, etc. I think it would be funny if Chris already knew or suspected bc they might have been oblivious to their own feelings, but literally no one else is.

Negative Reaction– Again, I think this would prompt a similar reaction to what would happen in the negative heart-to-heart scenario, with the first outcome being likely to occur. I don't think they would necessarily break up over this, but that they would give Chris some time and space before discussing the situation further and giving him as much reassurance as he needs that everything will be okay. I can see Buck being the person to approach him first to talk about it since he is usually the one Chris turns to when he's upset with Eddie. It could be a slow process, but eventually Chris is fine with it and is happy that his dad and Buck found happiness in each other.

Secret Third Option– They don't tell him, maybe he doesn't suspect a thing, he catches them together before they get a chance to say anything. Chris' reaction to this one could probably fit either of these potential neg/pos reactions and be further complicated by whether or not Buck and Eddie know that he saw them doing romantic coupley shit. I do think it would be hysterical for them not to notice him when he catches on; he'll starts dropping hints that he knows and waits for it to finally click that they aren't as secretive as they thought they were. They eventually catch on and admit they are in love and live happily ever after as a family.

Either way, all options lead to Buddie canon with a happy ending for all three of them because I said so.

[fantasylover145]

I don't really get Eddie's comments during the lawsuit. I'm not even talking about how he treated Buck like a deadbeat dad, which makes no sense too since 3 weeks is hardly enough time to complain about but whatever. I understand he was dealing with his grief from losing Shannon, his anger issues, almost losing Chris and dealing with Chrisopher's nightmares, so Eddie going to a fight club makes sense. But what doesn't is Eddie saying that Buck "decided to make Bobby the bad guy", like what?! Bobby was the bad guy!! Bobby was wrongfully keeping Buck from his job and lied to him about it and this is all after he was cleared to go back. With that comment Eddie was acting like Buck was being a dick who had no right but he did, he won for a reason!! It was six months of Buck being off work to recover and then being put on desk duty by Bobby and then lied to about why he couldn't come back. I mean sure Bobby only did it so Buck could be safe but the irony of purposely putting someone with a history of blood clots on a desk job is fucking insane. Bobby couldn't have assigned him any other fucking job?! Buck definitely should of gone to the union instead of suing but he had a right to do it. And as much as it was shitty for the lawyer to bring up all that stuff it would all be public record. The lawyer was completely right about how Bobby was treating Buck differently and that the rest got back to work waaaay too quickly, which shows how irresponsible Bobby was in his position of authority. Bobby should know better. If he was going to hold Buck back even though he seemed both mentally and physically fit then he should of kept the rest back to (who were very clearly not mentally fit to be back like at all).

As fantastic of a captain as he is, he can be a pretty shitty boss. He had Buck go to a therapist after he lost his first victim, who was then sexually assaulted/exploited and we can only assume that Bobby knows and that's why Dr Wells got fired but then didn't offer Buck support?! Chim didn't receive counselling after he had a fucking rebar through his skull. And it was only after way too much time that Hen and Eddie, where Eddie literally got arrested and almost killed someone, for Bobby to intervene.

Bobby actually see's his workers slowly implode from the inside out and doesn't do anything until after they almost destroy their own lives. Bobby is a great parental figure to them all and provides fantastic advice but one conversation with his team isn't going to fix anything and he shouldn't think that it will, he should be providing his team resources, he should actually be helping them. Or at the very least intervening before shit hits the fan. Like why is this a continuous pattern with Bobby?! He learnt with Eddie in season five but that was the only time he did the right fucking thing. Moreover, after that Chim gets stabbed with rebar again and then has a traumatic episode, hallucinates the guy who stabbed him whilst he was dying, and sure Bobby may not have known the whole story, he still doesn't see fit to send him to see a fucking therapist?!? Buck and Chim both fucking died and neither got mandatory therapy for it, this is negligent and Bobby should be doing better. Bobby shouldn't just be taking them at their word but putting in place a support system that would help them process all this.

This is why I will not side with Bobby on the lawsuit, he seems to have a very consistent pattern of neglecting what his team actually needs. Bobby has worked as a firefighter for most of his adult life, he knows how the system works, and from personal experience he knows how mental and physical injuries can cause mistakes and cost lives. But instead of setting up a system to support everyone to make sure they are mentally fit to report to work, he just isn't. He only seems to ask if they are physically capable, if Bobby thought that Buck was lying about being physically ready he could of asked the doctors who cleared him, since he is a emergency contact, he could of done his research instead of lying. I do think Buck should taken more time to deal with all the trauma and everything but there were much better ways for Bobby to handle his worry for Buck. Especially since Bobby was just projecting HIS OWN TRAUMA onto him, because he was worried Buck would end up like him.

[archive-buddiedreams]

strange look on his face | a buddie fic

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Summary: Eddie deals with the aftermath of Christopher's departure and a realization he wasn't expecting.

Warnings/Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Feelings Realization, Pining Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, POV Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz Has Two Dads, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley is Christopher Diaz's Parent, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz First Kiss, First Kiss, Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Gay Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Christopher Diaz is a Sweetheart, Evan "Buck" Buckley Acting as Christopher Diaz's Parental Figure

Christopher has been gone for three and a half weeks when Eddie finally realizes. He’s been through six sessions of therapy with Frank, but it’s not Frank that makes it finally click in his head. It’s the most insanely mundane thing Eddie’s ever seen Buck do, and it hits him like a fucking freight train.

Buck is just sitting on the end of the couch, folding a load of his and Eddie’s laundry, grinning down at his phone. He’s texting Chris, Eddie knows—he’d asked with a strange pit in his stomach when he first noticed, thinking he was talking to Tommy and dreading the answer. Until Buck had looked at him, fondness so clear in his eyes that if Eddie wasn’t already sitting down, his knees would have buckled, and admits that he’s talking to Christopher. Eddie doesn’t even have to ask for Buck to explain that Chris was talking about going horse riding with his cousins, and how he was complaining that his grandparents didn’t want him to go. Buck gently admits that he’d told Christopher to be nice but to explain to them that he knows his own limitations and he needs them to trust that he’s being honest with them, and Chris had texted back to thank Buck for the advice and send a picture of the horse he was going to be riding.

It’s so stupid. Buck has been basically co-parenting Chrisopher with him for years, and this is what does it? Sure, Buck generally defers to Eddie’s judgment regarding Christopher, and Eddie’s always the one to dole out punishments in the rare circumstance that Chris needs one, but for all intents and purposes, Buck is Christopher’s other dad. Maybe it’s the combination of things he’s been talking with Frank about, or maybe it’s just watching Buck help to shape the confidence of his son, but it finally clicks into place in his brain and he draws in a sharp breath. It feels like a monumental shift and no shift at all, how much he loves Buck. How much he’s in love with Buck. Eddie’s sure Buck could see his frantic heartbeat in his neck if he looked over, but he’s focused on his conversation with their son, and all Eddie wants to do is cry. He’s not even sure why. He’s just so fucking overwhelmed that he rattles off a quiet explanation of going to the bathroom and all but flees from the room.

They have a shift in two hours, so he gives himself five minutes to freak the hell out before splashing some cold water on his face and taking a few deep breaths to collect himself. He can keep it together. He can. He’s apparently been in love with his best friend this entire time, just because he realizes it now doesn’t mean anything has to change. He’ll just… unpack this with Frank in therapy and then push it back into the box before he has to hang out with Buck again. Easy.

He lasts about ten minutes, which he thinks is actually fairly good. Buck has his head thrown back, laughing at something in the show he’s watching, and Eddie can’t help but stare. He’s seen Buck before, but it’s like he’s suddenly seeing him in a new light. Like he’s finally giving himself permission to look, which he absolutely should not be doing, but he can’t tear his eyes away. He’d always known objectively that Buck was beautiful, hell, he got hit on all the time on calls and when they went out, it’s not exactly a surprise to Eddie, but the sudden tightness in his jeans is a much bigger surprise than he’s ready for. He can’t pull his eyes away from Buck’s lips, the lines of his throat, and can’t help but wonder what that would feel like around his cock.

Holy shit, he needs the coldest shower on the planet right now. Instead, he shuffles just a little to relieve some of the pressure on his aching dick and focuses his attention on whatever show Buck is currently invested in, letting himself get distracted enough that he’s mostly okay once they head out for work.

He makes it through a couple hours of their shift without incident, until Tommy shows up to have dinner with them. Buck looks surprised and a little annoyed—what the fuck is that about—so Eddie assumes he hadn’t been invited, but it still makes him nauseous. He takes his normal seat on Buck’s left and sees Tommy giving him a weird look before taking the seat on Buck’s right.

Much to Eddie’s delight, Buck spends most of dinner chatting with the table at large, or tilting his phone so Eddie can see the pictures Chris is sending of himself and his cousins around a backyard campfire, sticky with marshmallow and grinning at the camera. It makes Eddie’s chest ache, in a good and bad way. He’s happy that Chris is having fun—he’d been able to admit that much to Frank too, which Frank had seemed impressed by—but Eddie can’t help but feel like he’s back in the army, missing his kid growing up. He knows it’s only for the summer, and that Christopher rightfully needed some space, but it doesn’t make it sting any less. Honestly, he thinks it stings more because he’d assumed that if Chris ran to anyone, it would be Buck. That Buck would have been the one looking after Christopher for the summer, that Eddie would still at least be in the same city as his kid. Not that it would have worked out anyway, since Buck offered the loft to Bobby and Athena after the fire, but it doesn’t make Eddie any less annoyed by the situation. His relationship with his parents has been getting better, marginally, but it’s like all of his worst fears coming true. They have Christopher now, and Eddie just has to trust that he’s going to come home at the end of the summer. It’s nerve wracking.

Buck walks Tommy out after dinner, and Eddie catches Tommy leaning in to kiss Buck, and in the back of his brain, he just wants. He wants Buck’s lips on his, wants to grab every part of skin he can reach, wants to lose himself in his best friend. And then his brain—his raised very Catholic brain—screeches to a halt as he realizes the implications.

He’s never been particularly religious, but he was raised in a Catholic household, so he’s still got some of the lingering ideas fighting for space in his brain, clearly. The particular one that’s bugging him right now is the one that reminds him that it’s a sin to be gay, to lust after another man. And while Eddie’s mostly able to reject it, since he sort of thinks it’s all bullshit anyway, there’s a piece of him that closes in on itself, and it makes his skin crawl. Normally, he’d talk to Buck about it, but that’s out of the question since he’d have to admit to the revelation he’s recently had, so Eddie turns to where Bobby is washing the dishes from dinner. It takes him all of three seconds to decide, and then he’s crossing the length of the loft to grab a towel and start drying.

Bobby glances at him but doesn’t say anything, which Eddie is incredibly grateful for. It takes him a couple of minutes of drying and putting the dishes away to collect himself and figure out exactly what the fuck he wants to ask, and how to ask it.

“Hey, Cap, you’re Catholic, right?”

Bobby turns to raise an eyebrow at him. “Yes. Is that what you came over to ask me?”

Eddie snorts. “Uh, not exactly. I—well, it’s sort of… complicated? I think I realized something about myself and, you know, I don’t know if I believe in that or not, but I grew up Catholic, so it’s still kind of, uh, infecting me I guess?” Eddie pauses, eyes widening in panic as he realizes what he’s just said. “Not that being Catholic is a bad thing! I just meant, you know, I don’t know if I agree with everything they teach, not that they’re bad people or something—” He stops when Bobby, chuckling to himself, puts a wet hand on his forearm and squeezes gently.

“Eddie, you don’t need to apologize to me. Faith isn’t for everyone, I know that. It’s helped me through some tough times, and it’s something that I think I’ll always hold space for because of that, but I don’t care what other people think of it. Besides, I don’t agree with everything the church teaches, either.” Bobby meets his eyes meaningfully, raising an eyebrow. “Particularly that they’re so unwelcoming to the queer community.”

Eddie swallows. “Right. So, um, I guess I was just sort of wondering about… confession? I haven’t been since I was a teenager, but I thought that it might… I don’t know, make me feel better about everything, I guess? But I don’t have a church I go to, so I figured maybe I should ask you. ”

Bobby raises an eyebrow at him. “Confession? Do you think you’ve done something that requires confession?”

Eddie bites his lip, resisting the sudden and overwhelming urge to look around and find Buck’s gaze. “I… I don’t know. Maybe? I just—I didn’t think it would matter to me but it sort of just hit me? My parents are God-fearing Texans, y’know, so…I guess it became part of my foundation when I was growing up?”

Bobby nods his understanding, taking the towel from Eddie to dry his own hands. “Sure, I can send you the address. But just so we’re on the same page? Not everything the Catholic church teaches is right, and you shouldn’t believe a lot of it. Especially when it makes you feel bad about parts of who you are. Okay?”

Eddie wants to throw up and also hug Bobby, and he isn’t quite sure which is going to win out, so he dries his own hands off and nods, shooting Bobby a small smile before whispering his thanks and heading off to finish up his chores.

They have almost nonstop calls until the end of their shift, so Eddie doesn’t even really get enough time to decide if he wants to try going to Bobby’s church or not. By the time he finally walks out of the station, a full two hours after his shift was supposed to end, he’s still not sure it’ll help, but it can’t hurt, surely, so he plugs the address into his GPS and heads directly there. He’s far too pent up from… well, everything, he wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he wanted to. Besides, there might not be anyone there to begin with. It’s after 10pm when he gets there, so he’s not expecting a whole hell of a lot when he steps through the surprisingly still unlocked front doors.

The church beyond the doors is silent and empty, at least from what Eddie can see. It’s just like the church he remembers at home—huge and overwhelming and uninviting—and it makes his chest go tight. He thinks about just turning around and going home, but he knows he’s going to lay in bed for hours trying to sleep, thinking about how he should have just checked to see if anyone was here. He sucks in a breath, sending a quick text to Buck to let him know he’ll be home late, and wanders inside.

It’s bigger than he was expecting, although that’s how almost everything in LA is, so he shouldn’t be surprised at this point. He still doesn’t see anyone, not that he’d really know where to look, but he’s already come this far. He settles into one of the pews near the altar, hands clasping together between his knees automatically. He thinks about praying, but he’s really not sure what that would even do for him, or what he would say, and the thought of doing it makes his skin crawl just a little bit. He ends up just sitting quietly, trying to sort through the thoughts whizzing through his head and organize them into some semblance of a plan, some direction to go from here.

“Can I help you?”

Eddie startles at the voice, turning to find a priest watching him. “Oh, uh. Maybe. I don’t—this isn’t really my thing.”

The priest smiles gently, nodding to the spot next to Eddie. Eddie nods back, scooting over just a bit to make more room for him to sit. “So what brings you here so late, if it’s not really your thing?”

Eddie clears this throat, squeezing his hands tightly. “I, um. I think I might be in love with my best friend.” He doesn’t want to look, but the priest doesn’t say anything after a while, so Eddie glances over at him. He’s just waiting with an eyebrow raised. “He, uh… he’s a man,” Eddie adds, preparing for the worst.

Except, it doesn’t come. The expression on the priest’s face doesn’t change, which is… confusing. Although, Bobby had sent him here after his rather pointed comment about the queer community, so maybe…

“I know most churches within Catholicism will tell you that’s a problem, but we don’t believe that here. For what it’s worth, as someone who has studied the Bible, I think they’re wrong anyway. The most common quote people use is wildly misused.”

Eddie blinks. “The don’t lay with another man one?”

The priest nods. “It comes from Leviticus, which explains the rules God laid down for Moses’ people. It’s been passed down for centuries, like a game of telephone, and most people disregard a lot of the things in that book anyway. It instructs us to kill adulterers, tell us where to buy slaves from, not to eat anything from the water if it doesn’t have fins and scales. A lot of it is commonly disregarded, and yet it’s used to isolate a community that just wants to practice their faith like the rest of us.”

Eddie swallows, his throat suddenly too tight. “So… it’s not… I’m not… I don’t even think I believe in Hell, actually. I don’t even really know what I’m doing here.”

The priest smiles. “Did you grow up Catholic?”

Eddie nods. “Sunday school and everything, yeah. Stopped going once I got my girlfriend pregnant, mostly because my parents were embarrassed and didn’t want me around for people to gossip about, but I honestly didn’t really care that we stopped going. I used to just zone out for mass anyway, I just never really cared about it. Never… connected with it, or whatever.” He feels like an idiot saying all of that to a priest, but he’s already here. Might as well do something to try to sort through his feelings, and there’s no way Frank was going to take his call at ten at night.

“That’s understandable. A lot of people who grow up in a faith-based family struggle, especially in their adult life. Faith is an intensely personal thing, and no two people worship the same. Some people don’t even worship at all, and that’s okay too. Not everyone needs to. Your faith is between you and whatever higher power you believe in, if any.”

“But that’s… is that how it works? I remember learning all the rules when I was younger, about how to act and what was… you know, okay?”

The priest hums. “Sure. Different churches have different beliefs. Honestly, beliefs even differ between priests. But I’m not going to tell you that being attracted to your male best friend is wrong, or that it’s going to damn you. Jesus taught that the most important thing was to love thy neighbor no matter what, that’s what I try to live by.”

Eddie sits back in the pew, taking a deep breath. This… isn’t what he expected. Honestly, he’d sort of expected to be told that he was an abomination and that he should leave before he burst into flames. This is the exact opposite of what he was expecting, and it’s kind of freeing. He’s not even really sure if he believes in a god, and even if he did, he doesn’t think a god would care who he decides to sleep with, but to have that reinforced by someone from the religion he was raised in? That taught him that being gay was a sin, and that there was nothing worse than being a sinner? It’s a relief.

“Tell me about him, if you think it will help.”

Eddie smiles. “He’s… he’s the best person I know. He’s been through so much and he’s still unflinchingly kind, I don’t know how he does it. He’s incredible with my son. Honestly, I think my son might like him more than he likes me. And he just fits, you know? I didn’t even realize I was in love with him until yesterday, but he’s basically been my partner for years. He helps me with my son, we spend basically all of our time together, and the house always feels so empty when he leaves. God, I just want him to stay,” Eddie finishes in a whisper, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I want him to be where he belongs, with us.”

“Have you told him that?”

Eddie shakes his head. “He’s dating someone else. I don’t… I can’t get in the way of that. I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself if I ruined a relationship he was happy in.”

The priest chuckles. “If he’s happy, you telling him won’t make any difference. Either he’ll realize that he’d rather be with you, or he’ll stay in a relationship he’s happy in.” He leans toward Eddie, a conspiratorial smile on his lips. “But just between you and me, platonic best friends don’t typically co-parent children together.”

Eddie blinks. “I… hadn’t thought about that. I just assumed he was doing it to be a nice guy, but… I don’t know, I think I might be biased? I mean, I want him there when I get home, I want him to do school pickup with me and go to parent-teacher conferences. I want to take us on family vacations and have Chris wake us up way too early on Christmas. I don’t think I can see past it now that I know, you know?”

“You might be biased, but maybe he is too. It takes two, and from what it sounds like, he’s spending just as much time with you and voluntarily helping you with your son.”

Eddie nods, running a hand through his hair. “And God’s not gonna, I don’t know, strike me down with lightning if I kiss him?”

The priest snorts. “No. I imagine God has better things to be doing.”

They sit in silence for another few minutes, until Eddie feels like he’s calmed down enough to face Buck. He murmurs a thank you toward the priest, who nods and tells him to get home safe, disappearing through a door behind the altar. Eddie clears his throat, fishing his keys out of his pocket and heading back to his truck.

Buck’s Jeep isn’t in the driveway when he gets home, which is… weird. Buck’s become much more of a homebody while Chris has been gone, although Eddie suspects that’s because he’s mostly been moping around the house and Buck has been looking after him. Still, he had expected Buck to be here when he got home, and the lack of a message or call letting Eddie know he was going elsewhere is worrisome. He opens their message thread, debating whether he should send a message, before deciding against it and switching to Find My Friends.

Eddie swallows, biting his bottom lip. He knows exactly where Buck is, because he’s been there too—Tommy’s apartment. The sight makes Eddie physically ill, so he closes out of the app and takes a deep breath that does nothing to stop the roiling in his gut. Alright, so maybe not confessing his feelings, then. He still feels like he’s bursting to talk about them, though, so he does the only logical thing he can think of—logs into the account he uses to schedule his therapy appointments and takes an open spot for tomorrow morning. They're off anyway, and he needs to get this off his chest sooner rather than later, before he does something stupid like word vomiting his feelings all over Buck.

He must’ve fallen asleep on the couch at some point after checking on Christopher through his mother, because the next thing he knows, he’s hearing keys in the front door over the sound of whatever is playing quietly on the TV. He rubs the sleep from his eyes, shutting the TV off and trying to decide if he should scurry off to his bedroom before he has to face Buck, but he doesn’t get a chance to make a decision either way before Buck’s walking inside. He’s struggling, and Eddie’s off the couch before he can even consciously think about it, taking a cardboard box from Buck’s hands with a confused look.

“My stuff from Tommy’s,” Buck says, like that explains literally anything.

“Why are you bringing your stuff back from Tommy’s?”

Buck raises an eyebrow at him. “Uh, I broke up with him? Kind of thought that would’ve been obvious since I’m lugging all my shit home. Honestly, I don’t even know how this much of my stuff ended up at Tommy’s place to begin with. I don’t think I’ve been there more than a handful of times.”

Eddie’s sure the rest of whatever Buck’s saying is important, but the only thing his brain can process at the moment is that Buck broke up with Tommy.

“You okay, Eds?”

Eddie blinks at him, plastering on a smile he hopes doesn’t look as fake as it feels, and nods. “Yeah, yeah, all good. I’m sorry about you and Tommy.”

Buck waves a hand toward the corner of the living room, so Eddie drops the box there. “It’s fine. It wasn’t gonna last anyway. He was really fucking annoying with the whole Gerard thing, and I think he mostly just tunes me out all the time anyway. I hadn’t even talked to him in, like, a week. I don’t know why he just showed up for dinner.”

Eddie blinks. “What do you mean ‘the whole Gerard thing’?”

Buck frowns at him, sitting heavily on the couch. “What do you mean, what do I mean? You were there. He was being really homophobic toward Hen, and snidely racist toward her and Chim.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “No, yeah, I know that. I meant what do you mean Tommy was annoying about it?”

“Oh. He basically told me that he dealt with Gerard for years and that I should just keep my mouth shut and do my job. I tried to get him to understand that it’s my family he’s attacking, but… I dunno. He didn’t seem to get it, and whenever I’d try to vent about it to him, he’d just pull the whole ‘should’ve just kept your mouth shut’ thing.”

Eddie frowns. “That’s… why did you let him treat you like that?”

Buck snorts. “Did you miss the part where I said I broke up with him?”

“No, I heard it, but Gerard’s been gone for two weeks. Why didn’t you break up with him before?”

“Oh, uh…” Buck rubs a hand over the back of his neck, and Eddie can see his cheeks reddening. “I actually, uh, hadn’t really seen him before now?”

Eddie blinks. Blinks again. Licks over his bottom lip and crosses his arms over his chest as he thinks back. Because he knows Buck is right. Hell, they’ve been living together for the better part of a month now, and Eddie knows that Buck has been here basically the whole time, blowing off his boyfriend to comfort Eddie. He feels less bad about it knowing that Buck was kind of avoiding Tommy anyway, but he still feels bad. He hadn’t intended to monopolize so much of Buck’s time. “Shit, because you were here. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Eddie, you didn’t do anything, okay? I was kind of done with Tommy by that point anyway, and I’d rather be with—” Buck cuts himself off, sending a panicked glance in Eddie’s direction. “Be here. Cause I know you’re having a tough time with Chris gone and honestly I miss him too, so it’s kinda nice being here. We can mope together.”

Eddie snorts. “God, aren’t we a pair of sorry bastards.”

Buck hums. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Eddie’s pretty sure his heart has beat its way out of his body entirely. This is far too intimate for how raw he’s feeling right now, so he gives himself a minute of buffer so Buck doesn’t think he’s fleeing, and then flees to his bedroom with a mumbled goodnight. He changes into his pajamas and slips out to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed, praying silently that Buck stays on the couch and Eddie doesn’t have another reason to swallow down his suddenly so clear feelings.

He’s exhausted when he finally gets into bed, but then his brain decides to be a traitorous asshole and give him the idea that his bed would be far more comfortable with Buck next to him in it. Eddie has the overwhelming urge to punch something, so he aggressively fluffs his own pillow, rolling over and pulling the blanket over his head.

He needs to talk to Frank, he knows that much. And Buck, probably. Although, strangely enough, Eddie doesn’t really doubt that his feelings will be returned. He has a sneaking suspicion that Buck might have just been waiting for him to catch up, which just makes him sad. What if he hadn’t ever caught up? What if he’d just married some nice girl and struggled through it, instead of the clusterfuck that led him to where he is now? He thinks he knows the answer (that Buck would have resigned himself to just being Eddie’s best friend and taken whatever scraps he could get) but it honestly just makes him feel worse about everything.

He needs to talk to Christopher.

The thought hits him like a brick to the face, because of course he needs to talk to Christopher. He hasn’t even spoken to his son since he left, only getting updates on his time in El Paso from his own mother and Buck, since Chris and Buck are still texting almost constantly. Still, if he’s… depending on what happens with Frank tomorrow, he’s going to have to suck it up and call Chris and hope to a god he probably doesn’t believe in that his son answers.

X

“I’m in love with Buck,” Eddie blurts out, less than thirty seconds into his therapy appointment. Frank has the audacity to not even look surprised, which makes Eddie scowl. He really had been the last one to catch up.

“What made you realize?”

Eddie scrubs a hand over his face, sighing. “It’s stupid.”

He hears Frank sigh and winces, already knowing the therapy speech that’s about to be leveled at him. “Eddie, there’s nothing stupid about your feelings. Where they come from may not always be logical, but the feelings themselves are worthy and you’re allowed to have them.”

He takes a sip of water, mostly for something to do, and nods. “Yeah, I know. It’s just, of all the things that could’ve clued me in, it was… basically nothing. He was just folding laundry on the couch and talking to Chris. And, yeah, he was giving Chris advice on how to handle my parents doubting his abilities, but that’s—he does that all the time, you know? Gives Chris advice, helps him work through problems. I honestly don’t know what made it click.” He lets out a long breath, clearing his throat. “I think it was just the domesticity of it all. Like we were just spending a day hanging out before work and our son was out with friends. And I just… I wanted that, you know? I want him there all the time. I want to make dinner with him and Chris and spend our days off taking him to the zoo and the science center, waking up to Buck in my arms every morning. I want to be able to not second-guess myself every time I go to touch him.”

Eddie’s breathing hard when he stops his rant, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. He doesn’t usually talk that much in therapy, and Frank seems a little surprised by his sudden outburst.

“So what’s stopping you from discussing your feelings with him?”

Eddie blows out a breath. “I… I think it’s Chris. I mean, not that I think he would be upset if I dated Buck, but I think… I think that after what happened, with Marisol a-and Kim, I don’t want to just jump into another relationship. I know I really hurt him and I want to get better for him, you know? I don’t want him to come home and I’m already dating someone else, I just… I want him to see that I’m trying to get better, and I don’t think he’ll see that if he comes back and I’m already dating someone else.”

Frank closes his notebook. “I’m impressed with your progress, Eddie. You’ve been doing well.”

Eddie blinks at him. “I… have? I don’t feel like much has changed.”

Frank smiles. “It may not feel like it, but I don’t think you registered what you just said to me.”

“What did I say?” Eddie asks, frowning as he spins his last admission around in his head.

“You told me what you want. You want Christopher to see that you’re working through your issues and improving, and that you want Buck. A month ago, you wouldn’t have said those outright. You would have danced around the admission until I pulled it out of you. I barely said anything before you were admitting your wants. That's an improvement, Eddie. It may not seem like it, but admitting that you want things is a step closer to letting yourself have the things you want.”

Eddie squirms in his seat, clearing his throat. He wants to refute it, but he knows Frank is right. He’s always struggled with wanting things for himself, especially after Christopher was born. His parents had always instilled selflessness in him, and made sure he understood that as a parent, Christopher was his priority, nothing else, even if they often disagreed about what that meant.

“I want to take Buck on dates,” Eddie whispers, eyes pointedly fixed on his hands. “I want to be able to take Buck to dinner and leave Chris with Abuela, or with his friends, and just… be with Buck. Is that awful?”

Frank sets his notebook aside, sitting forward. “No, Eddie. That’s not awful. You’re a parent, so of course Christopher is a priority, but he shouldn’t be your only priority. It’s important that you’re happy, too. We’ve discussed your affair at length, but it boils down to this: your unhappiness directly hurt your son. You were unhappy in a relationship because of your trauma regarding Shannon, which led you to make decisions that ultimately hurt Christopher. You simply returning to your sessions with me was an incredible step toward progress, and you’ve made great progress working with me. Chris will be impressed, even if it takes him some time to sort through his feelings. And, more importantly, you’ll be showing him that it’s important to make sure you are content with your life while taking care of others, that sometimes it’s okay to put yourself first. You’re a first responder, you know better than anyone. Your oxygen mask needs to be on before you help anyone else.”

Eddie nods, picking at a loose thread in his jeans.

“I do think you should call and talk to him. From what you’ve said, his anger stems from being lied to by you. I think, if you want to pursue things with Buck, you need to be upfront with Christopher about it.”

Eddie blinks, looking up at Frank. “You think he’s angry because I lied to him?”

Frank raises an eyebrow. “You think differently?”

Eddie shrugs. “I think I just assumed it was because she looked like his mom. That it brought up, y’know, unpleasant… feelings. For him.”

They talk about Eddie’s feelings with the whole thing—his unresolved feelings regarding Shannon and their relationship, and why he thought something with Kim would help fix that—and by the time he leaves, he’s absolutely drained. He’d like nothing more than to go home and crawl into bed for a nap, but… Buck’s at home. He really needs to have a conversation with Christopher, preferably without Buck in earshot, so he grabs a coffee and muffin from a nearby coffee shop and heads for the park the three of them frequent. He could probably use the fresh air anyway.

His mom picks up on the first ring, which Eddie still finds hard to believe. They’ve never talked as much as they have in the past month and Eddie appreciates it beyond belief. Chris still won’t talk to him, so he gets all his updates through Buck or his mom. He thinks he’d be going a little crazy if he wasn’t getting any at all, so as angry as he is at his parents, he’s grateful too.

He asks if Chris is around and if he’d be willing to Facetime, and much to his surprise, Chris agrees. His mom passes the phone to him and then Eddie’s laying eyes on his son for the first time in almost a month and he’s so fucking happy he could cry.

“Dad? Is everything okay?” Chris asks quietly, frowning.

Eddie chuckles wetly. “Everything’s great, mijo. I promise. I, uh, I actually wanted to talk to you about something, if you don’t mind sharing some of your time with your old man.”

Chris wrinkles his nose. “You’re not that old. What do you want to talk about?”

Eddie clears his throat, taking a sip of his coffee and setting the cup on the bench beside him. “So, we’ve talked about sexual orientation before. How Denny’s moms love each other and that’s wonderful, and how Buck might end up loving another man, or maybe a woman. You remember?”

Chris nods, pushing his glasses up as he settles onto a bed. Eddie recognizes it as his childhood bed, which brings up all sorts of feelings that he really does not want to deal with at the moment. “Yeah, Denny’s moms are lesbian and Buck said he was beesexual?”

Eddie chokes back a snort. “Bisexual, yes. So I’ve been working with Frank, do you remember him? He’s my therapist, I go to him and he helps me… sort through all the stuff in my head?”

Chris nods again. “Like when I went to see the doctor after the tsunami and they helped me talk about Mom?”

“Yeah, exactly. So Frank and I talked about it and I wanted to tell you. I’m gay.”

Chris frowns. “But you loved Mom, didn’t you?”

Eddie smiles. “Yeah, buddy. Your mom was my best friend. But I didn’t love her like Denny’s moms love each other. Does that make sense?”

Christopher’s face screws up as he thinks, then nods. “Like Harry’s dad, right? They were together but then his dad told them he was gay?”

“Exactly. I loved your mom, but more like a best friend than a partner.”

Chris nods. “So if you’re gay and Buck is bisexual, does that mean you love each other now?”

Eddie chokes back a laugh. Leave it to Chris to get straight to the point, especially when Buck is involved. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about, mijo. I know you’re getting older and that we can have more open discussions about these things, and I wanted to include you. I know what happened with Marisol and Kim upset you, and I want to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

Chris looks away. “You lied to me, Dad.”

Eddie’s heart aches. All he wants to do is wrap Christopher in his arms and squeeze, but he can’t. So he settles for Frank’s suggestion and is as honest as possible instead. “You’re right, and that was wrong of me. I shouldn't have treated you like that, I’m sorry.” He lets the apology linger as he eats some of his muffin. “I wanted to know what you thought about me possibly dating Buck. I know after everything that it might bring up some complicated feelings, so if you want me to hold off on dating anyone, I absolutely will.”

Chris chews his lip. “But you’d be dating Buck? Right? Not anyone else?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No one else. I want to date Buck. I haven’t talked to him about it yet, I wanted to talk to you first.”

Chris looks away again, and Eddie hates how worried he looks. “Would he leave?” Chris whispers, glancing back at Eddie.

“Why would he leave?” Chris sniffles. Eddie wants to hug him so desperately that his hand twitches. “Chris, why do you think Buck would leave?”

“Everyone you date leaves,” Chris says quietly, averting his gaze again. Eddie’s pretty sure his heart has snapped in two.

“No, Chris. I don’t think he would leave,” Eddie says gently. “I think Buck really likes being with us, and I think he’d like to be with us even more. If we did date, I mean.”

Chris bites his lip. “Can I talk to Buck about it? After you talk to him? I want him to promise.”

Eddie blinks against the tears stinging his eyes. “Of course, mijo. I’m going to talk to him when I get home, and then we’ll both call you, okay?”

Chris nods. “Dad, do you love him?”

Eddie smiles. “Yeah, Chris. I love him a lot. Almost as much as I love you.”

Chris nods again, seemingly satisfied with that answer. “I just want you to be happy, Dad. Buck makes you happy.”

Eddie feels like his entire chest has been cracked open. “Yeah, Chris, he really does. He makes us both happy, right?”

Chris sits up quickly, eyes widening. “Wait, does this mean Buck is gonna live with us?”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “Yeah, maybe in the future. I think he’ll go back to his loft when Bobby and Athena find a place to live, but we can talk about that. Do you want him to live with us?”

“Well yes, obviously! Then we could hang out all the time! It’d be like movie night every night.” He’s grinning now, which makes Eddie feel infinitely better than before. Plus, he’d like Buck there forever too, so he can’t exactly blame the kid.

“Alright. I’m gonna go home and talk to Buck. We’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay Dad. Love you.”

Eddie smiles, taking one more look at his kid, just to reassure himself. “Love you, Chris.”

X

It’s quiet when he gets home, which is still jarring. He and Buck don’t make as much noise as a nearly-teenage boy, so the silence makes his chest ache. Still, he’s buoyed after his conversation with Chris, and he’s even whistling to himself quietly as he kicks his shoes off and sets them on the rack near the door, hanging his keys on the key rack.

“Eds? That you?”

Eddie smiles, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He’s felt off-balance since Christopher left but, even with… this whole thing looming right now, he feels more in control than he has in a while. It’s nice. “Yeah, back from therapy. Beer?”

Buck hums in the affirmative, so Eddie heads for the kitchen and grabs two out of the fridge, popping the caps off and grabbing a bag of chips. He can hear some shuffling noises in his bedroom, so he drops the beers and chips on the coffee table and heads for his bedroom. He knocks on the frame, smiling softly when he finds Buck putting laundry away.

“You don’t want to nap?” Buck asks, not even bothering to turn to look at Eddie. He looks so at home here, putting Eddie’s laundry away, and he suddenly has the overwhelming urge to take the four steps into his bedroom and kiss him.

“No,” he says finally, clearing his throat. “Session was actually… really helpful. I Facetimed with Christopher after, that’s why I’m so late getting back. I feel good. Is that silly?”

Buck turns to look at him over his shoulder, a small smile on his face. “No, it’s not silly. Took about a dozen sessions with Dr. Copeland for me, and a screaming match on the phone with my parents, but after that it really started to help, and I stopped dreading going.” He bumps the drawer closed with his hip, turning to face Eddie fully. “You Facetimed with Chris? That’s big. How did it go?”

Eddie lets out a breath, sitting heavily on the bed. “Actually pretty well, I think? He’s scared and upset but I think he’s coming around. That, uh… that actually wasn’t what I talked to him about.”

Buck sits down next to him, leaning back and raising an eyebrow. “What did you talk to him about?”

He suddenly feels like he could throw up, which is annoying. Buck’s bisexual, he’s not going to give a shit that Eddie is gay. Still, it feels like admitting it will open a door toward a relationship for them, and as much as he wants it (because he does want it, almost as much as he wants Chris back home) he’s fucking terrified. He’s pretty sure Buck feels the same way he does, and obviously he needs to confess to find out for sure, but there’s a part of his brain that’s insisting that Buck doesn’t feel that way and that his admission will ruin everything.

Buck wraps a hand around Eddie’s wrist, squeezing gently. “You okay?”

Eddie clears his throat, staring at their hands with a little bit of wonder as he finally chokes out, “I’m gay. I told him I’m gay.”

Buck’s hand tightens around his wrist, and Eddie has the desperate thought that he’d like to know how Buck’s fingers feel between his own. He hears a soft exhale beside him, but he can’t bring himself to look at Buck. He can’t see whatever’s playing out across his best friend’s face right now, or he’ll never get the rest of his confession out.

“I also asked if he would be okay if I were to… date someone. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to be uncomfortable with it.”

He can hear Buck swallow beside him, and he wants. He wants to just turn and kiss him until neither of them can breathe.

“O-oh. Eddie, I’m so honored that you told me,” Buck says quietly, but Eddie can tell he’s holding back. Waiting for the rest of whatever Eddie has to tell him. “Who, uh. Who did you ask him about dating?”

Eddie swallows past the knot in his throat, sucking in a sharp breath as he forces himself to turn his head and look at Buck. He’s fucking terrified, but he needs to see Buck’s reaction, good or bad. Buck’s already looking at him, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his eyes. It’s enough to push the words out of Eddie’s mouth. “You. I asked him about dating you,” he manages, eyes locked on Buck’s face for any sort of reaction.sa

He feels like he waits for hours, but then Buck’s mouth is tipping up into a sunny grin and Eddie feels like he could float.

“God, you have no idea how badly I was hoping you’d say that,” Buck murmurs, slipping his hand down to intertwine their fingers. “Before I—what did Chris say?”

Eddie laughs. “He asked if you were gonna live with us forever, cause that meant basically every night was movie night. And that he was okay with it, but only if it was you. And he wanted to talk to you about it, so we’ll have to call him later.”

Buck grins. “God, I love that kid.” He squeezes Eddie’s hand as Eddie laughs in disbelief.

“Have we really been this stupid? We could’ve just… been together this whole time?”

Buck hums, thumb swiping over the back of Eddie’s hand. He doesn’t even think Buck realizes he’s doing it. “You know, when I broke up with Tommy, he asked if it was because of you.”

Eddie blinks, meeting Buck���s gaze. “Me? Why?”

Buck snorts. “Eddie… it wasn’t Tommy’s attention I was trying to get.”

“Oh,” he mumbles, looking down at their joined hands. “You wanted my attention?”

“I always want your attention,” Buck confirms, giving Eddie’s hand another squeeze. “And I want to date you. If that wasn’t clear. I mean, fuck, Eddie, I’d marry you tomorrow if you asked me to.”

Eddie’s head snaps up, meeting Buck’s gaze. There’s a fondness in his eyes that Eddie has seen directed at him before, but it’s… has he really missed it this whole time? God, if he’d just realized what he had in front of him, maybe he could have avoided this whole mess. He wants to dissuade Buck, explain that he’s a walking nightmare right now and that no one in their right mind should date him, but he doesn’t. He can’t. Instead, he bites his lip and whispers, “can I kiss you?”

Buck doesn’t even bother verbally answering. His free hand cups Eddie’s cheek and then he’s leaning in slowly, clearly giving Eddie enough time to back off if he wants to. He doesn’t. Buck’s lips are on his in half a breath, and he feels like his heart might beat straight out of his chest. He’s always been sort of indifferent to kissing, but this… Buck’s mouth on his is really something else. He needs more of it. He drops Buck’s hand, reaching out to grab his waist and pull him closer. Buck huffs a laugh against his lips, but seems to get the memo, shuffling closer until their legs are pressed together. Buck’s hands are so gentle on his face, and Eddie’s not exaggerating when he says it’s the best kiss he’s ever had.

He’s not sure how long they sit there, just reveling in the fact that they get to kiss now, but at some point they’d shuffled so that Buck was comfortably straddling Eddie’s lap. Eddie’s hands are under Buck’s shirt, tracing the miles of warm skin beneath. They’re mostly just stupidly grinning at each other now, but it’s fucking incredible. They’ll have to move at some point, Eddie is sure, but that’s for later Eddie to deal with. There’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be right now.

X

They Facetime Chris a couple of hours later, and Chris is beyond ecstatic. He wastes no time asking Buck to move in permanently, and Eddie even manages to agree, saying that maybe he should just stay. Buck stares at him, and Eddie gives him a soft smile and a shrug.

“You basically live here anyway, Buck,” he murmurs, brushing a hand through his curls. They’re soft, free of product since they’re off today, and Buck leans into the touch. “Besides, with the housing market like it is? Who knows how long Bobby and Athena will need your loft?”

Buck bites his lip. “A-are you sure? I mean, it’s a big step, isn’t it? Moving in?”

Eddie snorts, and he can see Chris roll his eyes on Buck’s phone screen. “Buck, I don’t really think anything would be a big step for us at this point. Like I said, you basically live here anyway. Even before you gave Bobby and Athena your loft, you had two drawers in my dresser and a chunk of clothes in my closet. We keep all of your favorite foods in stock, and you cook dinner here most nights. You even brought your own pillow over because you stayed here enough to complain about the shi—bad couch pillows.”

Chris laughs. “Heard that! Swear jar, Dad!”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but smiles and drops a dollar into the jar on the coffee table. “Honestly, it would probably make more sense anyway,” he continues, hand absently carding through Buck’s hair. “We’d be able to see you all the time, we can just carpool to work. I know Chris would love to have you here.” He drops his voice lower, murmuring, “I’d get to wake up with you in the mornings.”

Buck blinks quickly, eyes watery. “I-I would love that. I just don’t want to mess this—us—up.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Buck, you could never mess us up. Okay? After everything we’ve been through together? An earthquake, a tsunami, me being buried underground, you being struck by lightning? God couldn’t tear us apart even if He wanted to,” Eddie says with a grin, pulling Buck into a kiss.

“Ewww! Oh no, wait, you’re going to do this all the time now, aren’t you? What have I done?”

Buck huffs a laugh, settling against Eddie’s side as they both turn back to Christopher. “Sure are, bud. You wanted this!”

Christopher pouts, but Eddie can see right through it. He knows his son well enough to know how excited he is. “I know, but I didn’t think about you guys kissing all the time! You’re gonna be so gross!”

Eddie grins. “Well, as your parents, I’m pretty sure it’s our job to be gross.” He can feel Buck stiffen against him and drops a gentle kiss to his forehead, whispering, “you are his parent, Buck. Have been for a while.”

Chris clears his throat, so Eddie turns his attention back to Buck’s phone. “I want to stay for two more weeks. My cousins are going to a summer camp then, so if that’s okay, I’ll come back then?”

Eddie sags with relief, draping his arm around Buck’s shoulders. “Of course, bud. You know you don’t have to come back then if you don’t want to, right?”

Christopher nods. “I know. But I know you only lied to me because you were hurting. I’m still mad about it.”

“You’re allowed to be mad about it, mijo, okay? I know I really hurt you, and I’m sorry. I never should have let things get so… twisted up. I should have gone back to Frank as soon as I realized just how deeply everything was affecting me. I can’t go back and fix it, but I can promise you that I’ll do my best to be honest with you from now on, and I’ll keep working through things with Frank.”

Chris nods again, hugging a pillow to his chest. “Thank you.”

Buck smiles and presses a kiss to his temple. “I’m proud of you, Eds.”

They chat quietly for a little while longer, Eddie tucked into Buck’s side as they listen to Chris fill them in on all the fun things he’s been doing over the summer. Eddie’s warm and comfortable and his son will be back home in two weeks, and Buck will move in, and everything will be as it should. He smiles to himself, sitting up to press a kiss to Buck’s cheek and wrap an arm around his middle.

It was a pain in the ass getting here, but here is pretty damn good.

[spiel-mit-mir-ein-spiel]

In the club ~Paul Landers

Omg, this picture is so funny. Our short Paulchen hugging Doom in Du hast xD

This is a random, idiocy drabble xD

You and your friend Lilly decided to go out. You were at her house getting ready while she wouldn't shut up about Schneider. They just started dating and it was really cute to see her in love. You phone rang and you saw it was Paul. ''Hey babe'' you smiled and you hear Paul chuckle on the otherside of the phone. '' Hey sexy. what are you up to?'' You smirked while you looked at Lilly. '' Me and Lilly are getting ready for a night out'' Lilly laughed while she shake her ass in response. '' Schneider should see her now'' you laughed. '' Well, Doom and i are going out to. Shall we meet up at Scooters?'' he said and you smiled. ''Yess, we'll see you there'' I said. ''Love you babe, see you soon'' Paul said and you both hung up. ''Paul and Christoph are going out to, we'll meet up at Scooters, i thought you were alright with that'' Lilly let out a little yell and smiled from ear to ear.

When you were ready, you grabbed your bike from the shed. Lilly was sitting behind you and you both laughed when you two almost fell from your bike. ''Lilly, stop, I can't cycle like this'' you yelled out and you hear Lilly giggle. You safely arrived at Scooters and went inside. It was packed and you looked for the boys. ''Over there!'' Lilly yelled over the music when Chrisoph waved at you. You waved back before Lilly pulled you with her to the private area the boys were sitting. She suddenly stopped when they was a security guard and you smashed into her. '' Fuck Lilly'' you laughed and put a hand over your nose. Paul saw it and snorted while shaking his head. '' You two..'' he said and you smiled. The security let you pass when Chrisoph told them it was alright and Lilly hugged him before he smashed his lips on hers. '' Ohh look at those lovebirds'' You grinned while you walked towards Paul. ''Baby, you look so sexy'''you told him when you went with your hands through his hair. Paul smirked before kissing you lips. '' You coming home with me tonight?'' he said seductive and you smirked. '' Oh, you know it'' You stroked your fingers along his trimmed beard. That in combination with his blonde hair was perfection.

After a while you were dancing with Lilly while taking shots with the boys. Paul danced like a idiot and Christoph been drunk was the funniest thing ever. You were dancing your ass off. This was your night and you felt free. You would dance really close to Lilly who was heavily flirting with Christoph. Paul laughed when he saw his friend observing his girlfriend and tried to play cool. But the fact was, he was horny as hell. Christoph would grab Lilly's hand and disappeared with her to a back room off the club. You looked confused when she was suddenly dissappeared and Paul smirked. '' I think they are having a moment'' he said laughing while he winked at you. ''Oh.. well. good for them'' you said while you grabbed Paul's hand and danced crazy. Paul laughed while he gladly joined you while you jumped around the private area. After a while you plopped down on the couch when you were really tired. '' I love that you are just as crazy as me'' you giggled while took another drink. Paul grinned and kissed your cheek. '' Let's go find Doom and Lilly'' he said and you grinned while you were wandering the silent part of the club. You heard moans coming from behind the door and you looked at Paul while you giggled. Paul opened the door which caused Lilly and Christoph to scream. You fell down from laughing while Paul was trying to pull a straight face. '' Are you almost done? I'm hungry''. He said and Chrisopher threw his shoe at him. '' Fuck off,you are always hungry!'' he slurred and Paul closed the door. '' You're an idiot'' you giggled and Paul sat down beside you. After a while the door opened and Lilly & Christoph looked at the two of you. '' You alright? Lilly laughed and you smirked at her. '' I could ask the same to you'' You said while immitating Lilly's moaning. '' Oh shut up'' she blushed and Paul chuckled. '' I'm happy for you guys''. ''Because we fucked?'' Christoph said with a double tongue. '' No idiot, because you are in love'' Paul replied and Christoph smirked. ''Thanks Shorty'' Lilly said while she walked to our couch in the private area. You started laughing again while Paul looked at her. '' I can't help that i'm short'' he pouted and you grabbed his arm pulling him and Christoph to the couch.

After Paul had something to eat, you all decided to go home. Paul suggested that you would all stayed at his place. When you got to Paul's place Chrisoph slowly walked inside. He was so drunk and tired he crashed down in the hallway. You and Lilly tried to get him up but he was to far gone. Lilly put a pillow under his head and Paul handed her a blanket for him. Then Lilly crashed down on the couch. You brought her a pillow and blanket as well before giving her a hug. '' This was the best night ever'' you smiled to her and she nodded. You walked to the bedroom where Paul had thrown his self on the bed and you laughed. You crashed down on the bed to, not caring to get out of your clothes. You were to tired. You put your head on Paul's chest and fell asleep.

@j0eyj0rdis0n tell your man to stop harassing mine xD!

[kaleeatinghoe]

GREGSTOPHE HEADCANONS!!!

(+individual)⚠️ocd and very small blood mention (just to be safe)

recently ive been obsessed with them i need to make headcanons it’s a requirement

first of all, gregory was never secretive about his feelings,,. he would call chrisophe “darling” and “my dear” but christophe somehow didn’t realize that this was romantic (??) and thought that was just how he spoke.

everybody assumed they already had something going on, until gregory started loudly monologuing about his love and how he had “longed to profess” his love.,, christophe was absolutely taken aback, but nobody else gave a fuck

gregory is definitely a theater kid in a way. he joined the drama club at school, and was absolutely disgusted at how bad everyone’s acting and how they didn’t put their entire heart and soul into a school play.

he also convinced christophe to join tech crew. (maybe i make a comic??:0)

sometimes christophe disappears for days at a time and hes just like somewhere around like in a random field or walking down the road,, and he doesn’t sleep much. hes just out all night doing random stuff

gregory speaks french and he’ll monologue in french occasionally and very theatrically and christophe is just there sick of this shit

they both just crawl into each others houses through the window(especially christophe) while the other is sleeping. gregory keeps his window open and christophe has crawled in and woken him up at some ungodly hour because there was something unescessary that he insisted had to be done and couldn’t wait until daylight.

he also somehow just knows extremely specific details about people and businesses that he pulls out of nowhere whenever they are plotting against them

oh and he definitely knows all about tweek bros,, and has planned to expose them

gregory once kissed ze mole in a very theatrical way. he would do some kind of speech and make it look straight out of a shakespeare play,, and time it right before he leaves abruptly. and christophe is like shocked and also cringing because gregory is such a fucking theater kid and while what he did was rlly sweet.., it’s like dude

gregory is a bit germaphobic and takes hygiene extremely seriously. he washes his hands before and after he eats, and showers atleast once a day. he may have ocd which causes him to wash his hands like 57 times a day giving him super dry hands (js like me with my ocd fr) so he constantly puts lotion on his hands

christophe is kinda the opposite. he has normal hygiene like he doesn’t fail to wash his hands after taking a shit but he will also forget to shower for weeks. he just kinda forgets so he has gregory remind him every so often “have you showered this week?” also he is really dirty all the time and tracks dirt and mud a lot. gregory makes him take his shoes off before coming inside

overall christophe doesn’t take very good care of himself., mostly because he forgets, partly because he doesn’t gaf. gregory on the other hand, gets severe anxiety if he forgets one step of his routine, or forgets to eat, or loses track of time and goes to sleep too late,, he is very concerned for his wellbeing and physical / mental health,, a bit to much to the point where it affects his mental health a little bit

ALSO CHRISTOPHE HAS FUCKING BUSTED UP HANDS from like digging and stuff,, his nails are just caked with dirt even after he washes his hands. bro cannot wear white clothes without them getting stained

gregory also has busted up hands sometimes because when his ocd gets really bad and he washes his hands like crazy,, and he forgets to put lotion on his hands crack and bleed. (js like me omg)

okay,, i wanna do more but i can do a sequel. if u want me to do any particular character(s) or ship(s) my ask box is always open!! ;D

[materassassino]

Thank you, Chrisopher Fuck the Mayor, for being the best emotional support possum in the world

[unitcd]

the fucking hate that my beloved mr. chrisopher wood received during his time on a certain shitshow on the cw really just - - -- oooof. it's been years and it still sets me OFF.

[hellyescharlesedwards]

CEdwards Update Time!

The Rings of Power:

Congrats to Charlie for his debut on Middle Earth! Overall very glowing reviews on his depiction of Celebrimbor. Ofc the hair/outfit/age comments still linger, but his acting is proving the naysayers wrong. Never doubted him for a second 😁

Plus he's now become the unofficial meme of the show, thanks to the now infamous Brimby Beckoning gesture he did in the Entertainment Weekly promo shoot.

(Look up "Chrisopher (without the t) Fuck" on Twitter - you will split your sides laughing)

Best of Enemies:

Now onto less good news; due to a schedule clash between BOE and ROP, as both start rehearsals/production in October, and given how HUGE Rings is, sorry to report he won't be returning to the West End in November to reprise his role as Gore Vidal. I know who is playing Gore (a BIG American actor) but I can't say anymore.

But at least we still have footage from his time playing Gore at The Young Vic, including his cheeky topless moment, so all is good.

Under the Vines s2:

Strangely, nothing to report here. Had no news about it for so long I forget it even exists sometimes. Might have a release date quite late in the year like s1 had. Expecting promos to pick up next month possibly? Will keep you posted.

Thanks everyone once more for your kindness and support. Sorry I've been stagnant recently, as I'm away in Greece atm so can't make gifs or post my usual edits, but I return soon. Been getting a small pick up in traffic thanks to ROP so exciting times lie ahead!

~R

[sharkselfies]

i think it looks good

[wentrogve]

EDDIE DIAZ IN EVERY 9-1-1 EPISODE [2/?] ↳ 2x02: 7.1

[halfblood-divergent-demigod]

I just watched 911 and you BET I cried my bitch ass eyes out over Eddie still trusting Buck with Christopher. 😭😭😭

[mountainscouts]

12 - Gregory/Christophe

12. headcanons for [character]?

edit: OH MG FOD i just realized the original question said "A" headcanon for a character. it meant a single one. oops. LMFAO SORRY I WROTE LIKE 6 BIG ONES.......

hmmm! i don't really think about those two that often BUT i appreciate their existence in the movie. i think i've thought about greg more but only by association of others... surprisingly not with chrisophe though. GOD i will say though i wish they actually had a convo in the movie, lots of potential there.

heres some headcanons i can think off the top of my head

a point i like making about gregory is that i think he's definitely more serious and prideful of his actions and way of thinking more than his vanity. yeah, he's handsome and he knows, but he doesn't really think about his looks but moreso his sharp way of thinking.

gregory's a very lowkey and subtle fellow and is probably REALLY passive aggressive. which is funny because i think it contrasts chrisophe's total bluntness. while greg would side eye you and give you a backhand compliment or something lowkey as that, chris has no qualms with calling you a dimwitted shit for brains.

christophe is a reckless mfer, like he's so self-sacrifical that it's pretty concerning. i mean he ""dies"" in the movie helping some boys he's never met till then. he's got the strongest sense of justice in the northern hemisphere and he's not afraid to do some crazy shit. i mean, he is based off les miserables along with gregory so .. lol

that being said, chrisophe's recklessness is definitely a detriment to gregory as he actually holds chrisophe in a high regard compared to most people. the two of them always manage to be alone together after chrisophe manages to get his shit kicked with gregory always lecturing him to be more careful and that'd he regret it someday. BUT OF COURSE gregory is too prideful to say he'd be the one mourning.

they probably argue a lot, even over the most mundane thing. gregory is probably one to nitpick something chrisophe does because he's kind of a bitch about it (but it's because he cares!!!!). but chrisophe could be the one to mock gregory too with how much he holds himself on his high horse. i mean, they really could he considered total opposites appearance and personality wise for better and for worse.

despite their differences, the two boys actually pretty close and have probably grown to respect eachother. since they're introduced as being 9 or 8 in the movie i imagine they grew up together for quite some time. yeah, they're supposed to just be tropes to fill a character slot in the movie but i simply do not give a fuck. they're partners in crime, ok??!??!

um this turned more into how i think about their dynamic more than anything. but whatever. they're HOMIES, your honor.

[fantastic-nonsense]

also I might personally disagree with how the Nolan!verse handles the Batman mythos (which is basically slowly and systematically destroyed after Batman Begins), but I won’t deny that they are (for the most part) a trilogy of movies with tight writing, good plots, brilliant acting, and beautiful cinematography 

[spiel-mit-mir-ein-spiel]

Halloween~Christoph Schneider

All my Christoph Fics are dadicated to my lil' sis @j0eyj0rdis0n :3

And ofcourse i'll hope the rest of the fandom will enjoy this to ;3

Warning:Smut

It was Halloween and Chrisoph had invited you to this Halloween party in the hotel he was staying. You decided to go as Morticia Addams. You wore a beautifull black dress which your cleavage came out nicely. You wanted to tease Christoph but you didn't want to look vulgar. When you looked in the mirror , you smiled to yourself and grabbed your bag before heading out the door. You went to the hotel and looked for room 340. You looked at the numbers at the door and when you stood for Christoph's hotelroom, you took a deep breath before you knocked on his door. ''It's open!'' You heard Christoph yell from the bathroom and you walked into his room. '' Hi baby, i'm almost done'' he said and you smiled while looking around his room. Then you went into the bathroom where Christoph was shaving his beard. A big smile appeared on your face and Christoph turned around. '' Hey sweetheart'' he said before giving you a quick peck on your lips. He was only wearing his jeans and he looked so goddamn hot and he turned you on big time. You stroke his neck with your fingers and let your hands slide down his chest but not before squeezing his nipple lighty. '' Babe, why are you being so naughty?'' Christoph smirked when he put little kisses on your showing cleavage. ''I've been wanting you all day. I can't stop think about you'' You admitted and you felt friction between your legs. Christoph smirked while he pushed you gently against the wall while grabbing you ass. '' Hmm is that so?'' he smirked and softly biting your lip. You let out a soft moan before looking into his eyes. ''Baby, take me please'' you said almost begging and at that moment Christoph tear the dress from your body. You were shooked but even more turned on. He looked hungrily at you before kissing your lips. You hands went from his back, to his ass, to the front of his jeans. You slowly grabbed his hard dick through his pants. You smirked and looked at him. '' You want me just as bad mr. Schneiderr'' you smirked and Christoph smiled. '' Quilty as charged'' He kissed your neck and you opened his pants while helping him out of them. You gasped as you felt his dick poking your thigh. ''Up'' he said while patting your hips and you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked with you to the bedroom and as soon as he lay you down on the bed he slammed nto you. You let out a relieved sigh and Christoph smirked. '' Feels good doesn't it?'' he kissed you neck and the only thing you could do was moan. You needed him bad and he did never disappoint. He knew exactly what you liked. He kept thrusting in and out of you and you were a moaning mess. Christoph wouldn't stop looking at you with a grin while moans left his lips. '' Babe!'' you yelled out when you reached your high and you squeezed his ass hard. ''FucK!'' he growled when he spild his seed inside you and collapsed next to you. He pulled you close to him before giving you kisses all over your face. You giggled while stroking his hair. '' You do know that i have literally nothing to wear except my underwear?'' you laughed and Chrisoph laughed. '' Yeah i'm sorry, I guess we will be staying in tonight. Watching a horror and order some roomservice?'' he said and you nodd. ''I would love that"