#we been knew for ages that eddie SEES buck!

[lovecolibri]

Reading a fic that was completed before 6x15 aired and seeing a line about Eddie making Buck feel more seen than anyone else ever has just got me side eying that episode all over again like

[the-likesofus]

starting our forever, baby

9-1-1 on ABC | Buddie | 2.1k words | s7 spec, prev bucktommy, getting together, love confessions, love is stored in the kitchen

Eddie wakes up to a surprise visit from Buck and they finally talk about forever.

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Eddie wakes up to the sound of pans clanging in the kitchen and the smell of pancake batter and hot butter. Neither of these things is cause for alarm nor out of the ordinary but he is ninety-eight percent certain he went to sleep in an empty house. 

He rolls out of bed, shrugging on a sweatshirt and grabbing a pair of soft socks out of his drawer on the way past and to no surprise finds Buck in the kitchen.

“Hey! Eddie,” Buck smiles brightly at him as Eddie cautiously perches himself on a kitchen stool. “Good morning.”

Buck is bathed in sunlight from the kitchen window behind him, a halo of gold filtering through his soft curls, gel-free and touseled on the top of Buck’s head in a way that Eddie wishes he would let them be more often. “Morning, Buck. You’re here early.”

Buck bustles around the kitchen, pulling milk out of the fridge and grabbing a mug from the top cupboard, his body moving around Eddie’s kitchen as if it has been programmed with an innate sense of where to find anything and everything. He could be convinced that Buck knows his way around Eddie’s kitchen better than Eddie does. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry. It’s just–it’s been a while, yeah? And I feel like I haven’t seen Chris in ages–I miss the kid–and I figured he was probably, if not missing me, at least missing my pancakes. I hope he hasn’t been letting you make them.”

Buck pours coffee from the pot into the mug, tops it off with the precise amount of milk that Eddie prefers, and sets it in front of Eddie before turning to the frying pan and flipping the pancake. “I know you’ve been improving in the cooking department–I can see it, Eddie, and I’m proud of you,” Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest. “But pancakes are my department.”

“I wouldn’t want to steal your thunder.” Eddie quips and Buck whips around to wave the spatula at him.

“Exactly!”

“Buck,” Eddie presses carefully because there’s a frantic energy fizzing beneath Buck’s skin, he can see it in the way he moves, the line of his shoulders, and the exaggerated way he swings his arms. “Christopher isn’t here. He’s on school camp until Friday.”

“Oh, right, I knew that.” Buck’s whole body joints to a stop like a record skipping on a turntable and then just as soon he’s back in motion again. “That’s okay! I brought lemon juice for on your pancakes, we can save the bacon for the weekend when he gets back.”

Eddie’s heart grows three sizes in his chest, threatening to burst out all over his kitchen and cover Buck and the bench top in a flood of emotions he’s spent the last month and a half trying to fold smaller and smaller until he can safely tuck them away beneath his ribs where it can’t hurt anyone but himself. 

“Buck?” The other man glances at him before turning back to the stove, giving a soft hum in response. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Buck grins at him again but it doesn’t reach his eyes this time. 

“You’re buzzing, and not the good kind.” Eddie stands and rounds the counter, he leans against the other side while still giving Buck as much space as he needs. He presses again, softer this time. “Buck? What’s going on?”

Buck deflates and turns the stove off, removing the pan from the element and leaning against the other counter opposite Eddie. “Tommy and I broke up. I broke up with him, or we broke up with each other, I guess.” 

Eddie isn’t sure what to say. As far as he knew Buck and Tommy’s relationship had been going smoothly. They were a good fit, even Eddie could tell, as much as it sometimes pained him to admit. But he was happy for them. Seeing them dance together at Maddie and Chimney’s wedding had filled Eddie with a sense of pride even when it also left him feeling like he was walking with a permanent rock in his shoe—a phenomenon he could finally put a name to after a few long talks with Frank and an enlightening if not nervewracking night at a bar called the Peacock that Hen had suggested he visit for ‘research purposes’. 

“I thought you really liked Tommy?” Is what he finally manages to say once he unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

“I do,” Buck says. His arms are still full of static as he gestures with his hands in that way that Buck does when he’s nervous or overwhelmed and he’s not looking Eddie in the eyes. Buck shakes his head. “I did. I did, and Tommy is wonderful but I think we both realized that it wasn’t going to last. He got offered a job, down in Mexico.” Buck pushes away from the bench, pulls two plates out of the drawer, and starts dividing the stack of pancakes between them.

“After the whole fiasco with the cruise ship, the LAFD decided they wanted someone on the ground down there as a sort of link between the Los Angeles rescue helicopters and the team down in Mexico City. They’re going to put him in charge of his own team and he’s been working towards some sort of promotion for ages so he’s really excited about it.”

“He didn’t ask you to go with him did he?” Eddie can’t help but let the question burst out of him. The thought of Buck leaving already feels like tearing out a lung but he also knows he’s in no position to ask Buck to stay, certainly not for Eddie’s sake. 

“He did, sort of.” Buck shrugs. “I think he already knew I wouldn’t say yes. L.A. is my home, I couldn’t leave the 118, I couldn’t leave Maddie and Jee-yun. Christopher, the thought of being anywhere that kid isn’t is just—and I know he’s not—but I still couldn’t. I won’t. Tommy knows that. He also knew that I wouldn’t leave you.”

“Me?” Now Eddie has to swallow down a lump of surprise. Eddie doesn't think that little of himself, he knows he’s important to Buck, they are important to each other, but important enough to be the reason Buck stays in Los Angeles while his boyfriend moves to another country?

Buck turns to place two plates, carefully stacked with fluffy, golden pancakes, each drizzled in lemon juice and sprinkled with sugar—Eddie’s favorite—on the kitchen island, and then he’s facing Eddie again only feet away in all his early morning glory and Eddie dares to hope.

“You.” Buck rests one hip against the counter and turns the full power of those bright blue eyes on Eddie as he finally makes eye contact for the first time all morning. “Yes, you, Eddie. Tommy is lovely and sweet and he has been so, so good to me for the last two months, we’ve been good for each other, I think.”

Eddie breaks the eye contact, he’s heard all about how wonderful and lovely Tommy is for the last two months and while he has been so happy for Buck, truly, it has also been agony. But then Buck is stepping up into Eddie’s space and gripping his elbow. Buck ducks his head until he can catch Eddie’s eyes again and follows his gaze until Eddie gives up on trying to hide from him. 

“But it was never going to work long-term, I don’t think it was ever meant to. He’s very sweet and we get along well but it never got any deeper than that. We made better friends than anything else.”

“Okay, so you ended it on mutual terms and he’s moving to Mexico?”

“Not for a few months but eventually he is yes.”

“A few months?”

“Next February.”

“February? Next year? Buck that ages away, why break up now if he’s not leaving until–.”

“Because it was time.”

“Time for what?”

“To stop lying to myself, to you.”

Eddie almost bites his tongue. “Lying to me? Buck, I am so confused right now. Did you hit your head? You do remember coming out to me right? You’ve been dating a man for the last two months. You brought a man to your sister’s wedding. Honestly, I am still living off of the high that I got from seeing your mother’s face when you kissed Tommy on the dance floor, that was—.”

“Eddie!” Buck laughs around his name and it’s the sweetest sound Eddie has ever heard. “Would you let me finish talking? Please?”

Eddie nods. “Right, yes. Sorry. Proceed.” He swings his arm out dramatically and Buck pinches the skin on the back of Eddie’s arm and rolls his eyes. 

“Eddie,” There’s a seriousness to Buck’s tone that Eddie doesn’t hear often. “I don’t want to presume anything okay, so if I’ve been reading this wrong then please tell me because I don’t want to make this weird, the last thing I want to do is hurt you or make you uncomfortable but—.” Eddie watches the tick in Buck's jaw tighten. “There’s something here, right? You and me?”

“Do you think there is?” Eddie whispers into the space between them, barely getting the words out past where his heart sits in his throat. 

“I dare to hope there is,” Buck whispers back. “I would like there to be. Eddie, you’re my best friend, you’ve been my rock for years and I love you more than anything but I also—I also think I might be in love with you, and I think I have been for a long time.”

“You think?”

“Like pretty God damn certain actually.” 

“Good, good.” Eddie nods, barely keeping the grin from breaking across his face. He can feel his lips twitching with the effort to suppress it. “That’s good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He steps into Buck’s space and leans forward until he can press their foreheads together. Buck’s arm slides from Eddie’s elbow to around his waist and Eddie rests his palm against Buck’s chest, sliding it up until he can wrap his fingers over the swell of Buck’s shoulder and press his thumb into that divet in Buck’s throat where Eddie can feel the heat of him and the pulse of his heartbeat beneath the pad of his thumb. “Because I am definitely in love with you.”

“You never said anything.”

“I didn’t know and then I did but you were with Tommy and you were happy. I was happy for you.”

Buck breathes deeply and Eddie reveals in the way it rushes past his cheek. “What about you?”

“I’m happy now,” Eddie says and it’s true, and realizing that only multiples the happiness tenfold. “I’m so happy I could burst.”

“Happy that I got dumped again?”

“You didn’t get dumped, you said it was mutual.” Eddie squeezes his shoulder. “But yes, happy that you might finally be mine, that I might finally get to be yours.”

Buck leans back and when Eddie opens his eyes he finds Buck’s eyes glassy and brimming with tears.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Buck says and Eddie pulls him into his arms until they are chest to chest, chins hooked over each other’s shoulders and wrapped up in each other so completely that Eddie could not tell you where one of them ends and the other begins and it feels so right, so right to have Buck so close to him, for them to be one and the same. They breathe together for a long time, squeezing each other closer whenever the micro fraction of an inch between them begins to field like football fields of distance.

“We take this slow, we do it right,” Eddie says carefully, pulling back just far enough to cup his hand around Buck’s cheek and hold his gaze. A niggly part of his brain tries to remind him of everything that could go wrong, of everything they have to lose, but a bigger part of him can only hope for everything that could go so beautifully right. 

“We have the rest of forever, after all.” Buck’s smile is soft at the edges and it smoothes the jagged parts of Eddie’s worry. 

Eddie leans up and presses one gentle kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth, allowing himself that much for now. The rest will come, he is in no rush for the rest of his life. On Friday Christopher will be home and they can make pancakes again. At the end of the month, Buck’s lease will expire and Eddie will finally have an excuse to never let Buck leave his house again. In February they will wave Tommy off at the airport and Eddie will get the chance to thank him properly. Soon enough they might get to dance at another wedding, maybe their own, definitely together, for the rest of forever. 

“Forever and a day.” He promises.

[powderblueblood]

HELLFIRE & ICE — eddie munson x f!oc as enemies to star-crossed lovers

CHAPTER THREE — EDDIE MUNSON COMMITS TREASON (BREAKS UP a CAT FIGHT)

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summary: you deal with the fallout of your fight at steve harrington's party... in the passenger seat of eddie munson's van. so much for pretending you didn't exist to one another, huh? content warnings: as always, MINORS FUCK OFF, because we have *deep breath* implied fantasy smut, lots of swearing, confused yearning, themes of threat, heavy snark, another mention of the drink tab which i feel like is/was gross word count: 7.2k

Dear Dio, Tommy Iommi, Gary Gygax, Pee-wee Herman, Ronnie Ecker — forgive me for what I’m about to do. 

I know I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life. Like the time I lit all my hair on fire and spent middle school with a buzz cut. Or the time I almost trapped myself in a spread eagle with my own handcuffs. Or the time I got my arm stuck in a wall for an entire afternoon when I was trying to rescue a feral cat. 

I’ve done a lot of stupid shit. But the stupidest among it all has got to be saving this girl from the bare knuckle wrath of Carol Whatsername. You know the one. 

Tonight, for whatever reason, this insane ex-rich chick has decided to teeter on the edge of a pool of boiling hot lava and for whatever reason, I feel like it’s my responsibility to yank her back.

Which sucks, because she’s a total bitch to me. 

Even if she just told everybody Tommy Hagan had crabs and has been cheating on his girlfriend in such a deranged way that it almost made me pop a semi. 

Anyway. Tell my guitar I love her. 

The world around Eddie slows to the tick of a football game replay as you let the last incendiary word you speak to Carol bounce around the goddamn Roman amphitheater Harrington’s back yard has become. 

This is insane. What he’s watching is insane. Like, he knew you and your dumb little court of Hawkinsites bickered back and forth, but you’re the last person he’d ever expect to air their dirty laundry like this. 

It’s incredible to watch the fascist leadership that he and the rest of the social nobodies have suffered under for so long rupture in real time. 

What’s even more incredible is how little hesitation there is on his part, shoving through the crowd when he sees Carol leaping for you. Eddie’s nearly jostled backwards by some slobbering roid heads— they’ve already called CAT FIGHT! and a crowd is clamoring. But Eddie’s got years of thankless equipment lugging behind him, giving him deceptively strong arms.

And thank god, because you are not an easy girl to hold onto. 

Carol lands a decent punch to your face, slamming with a dull knuckle-on-cheekbone crunch that makes all the onlookers, including him, go ooof! You stagger back in a state of shock (though, c’mon, you heard what you said just now, right?) and Eddie takes his shot just as you dive forward to retaliate.

He grabs you under the arms so you can’t like, elbow him in the fucking nose, a pale imitation of an illegal wresting move that Al Munson had forced him to learn at the tender age of seven. His dad had fancied himself a wrestling manager at the time— you can imagine how that worked out. 

But Jesus, can you ever squirm! Your body writhes against him—stop—hips bucking—don’t go there—as you try to get free. He doesn’t even think you realize who’s dragging you away from the screaming harpy, otherwise you’d probably turn your fury on him. 

He takes full advantage of the rage blackout and manhandles you through the party, earning a baffled look from Steve Harrington, who’s finally graced his own party with his presence. A pinch-faced Nancy Wheeler lingers behind him, but then again, Wheeler’s always all pinch-faced.

“What the fuck?!” Harrington breathes, exasperated. 

Eddie struggles against you struggling, just about dragging you over the front doorstep. Trust this guy to be upstairs in a domestic dispute, missing all the action while getting no action. 

Even in the chaos, Eddie will never pass up an opportunity to fuck with Harrington.

“You gotta start hidin’ your bath salts, man! Chicks are going crazy in there–Evil Dead type shit!” 

—

“You’re dead, Lacy! Monday morning, you are fucking dead!” Carol screams down the hallway. 

“It’s a date, bitch!” you screech, Munson’s nelson hold on you stronger than your thrashing. With a lot of work, he manages to haul you as far as Harrington’s front yard before you wriggle out of his grasp. You shove him, hard, all white hot and punch drunk and regular drunk on top of that. 

He yelps, high and frightened. You weren’t expecting a noise like that to come out of a surly-looking dude like him. 

So you do it again. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” you spit, and Munson flinches.

“Cutting you off!” he exclaims, this half-yell, half-laugh. It stings, the way he’s looking at you– like your anger isn’t anger, like it’s just amusing to him. 

“Well, who gave you the right? Who died and made you my parole officer, Munson?!” 

“Oh, I’m not– but I also didn’t feel like being woken up at home when the cops come looking for you after you go all Raging Bull on Carol. You haven’t been around the park long enough to hear ‘em, but those sirens really perforate the eardrums!”

Your jaw sets itself stiffly and you bind your arms over your chest. Unfuckingbelievable. “I would’ve, you know,” you breathe, seething, “Beat her up.” 

Munson’s dark eyes glide over you, like he’s checking you for concealed weapons or signs of a zombie bite— you avoid his gaze entirely, staring square into the middle distance. 

You promised that he didn’t exist to you, yet here he is. Driving you off the road. Breaking up your fights. Existing.

“Yeah, I know you woulda. You’re scary,” he says. You shrug, and he reaches to massage his shoulder. “And strong. Shit.” 

Your eyes flick over to him, but you don’t feel bad. You don’t feel bad because he’s grinning at you now and despite yourself, despite everything that’s transpired and the everything about him, you’re trying your hardest not to grin back. Adrenaline and vodka are still burning a hole in your chest. 

“Stay out of my way, then.”  

“Noted, but,” a couple of steps from Munson’s end closes some space between you. He’s peering at your face, right where Carol clocked you. A hand reaches out, angling your chin closer to the Harrington’s glaring porch light with his fingertips. You stiffen and squint, performatively wary, but you don’t stop him. You just let his eyes pan over you, looking anywhere but into them. “You might need a little first aid first. And a ride home.” 

“I was actually planning on carjacking Hagan,” you say coolly, the smile you were trying to beat away edging its way across your face. Munson releases your chin and the spot where his fingers were buzzes. It’s just the cold. It’s just your slutty librarian outfit, you tell yourself. You have to swallow in order to speak again. “Seems like fitting payback.”

“Jesus, sweetheart, what did I just say about cops?”

—

Eddie tolerates your eyes rolling back in your head when he props the passenger door open for you, helping you into the cluttered van with an outstretched had. 

See, I’m not the kind of asshole who doesn’t open doors for girls wearing stilts for shoes.

Those things were not made for clambering into a vehicle like this, sure, but they’re– nice. For what he knows about shoes, which is nothing. They make your legs look more… leggy, and for whatever reason this is making his brain soft. 

In your other hand is a cold can of High Life, which is the closest thing to an ice pack he could nab. That bruise blooming under your eye is going to be nasty, and he’s a little curious how you’re gonna look with it. You, with nary a hair out of place on a bad day, with a big ol’ purple shiner in a place that’s hard to hide.  

Gunning out of Harrington’s hood, a silence settles between Eddie and you. The radio hums in the background– a mainstream station for once. He thoughtfully figured that an aural assault by Sabbath would kinda rub salt in your wound. 

He’s thoughtful, but he’s not not nosy. So, of course he’s gonna ask– 

“That whole… verbal smackdown back there,” Munson starts after clearing his throat. “With Tommy H and everybody.”

On your end, the adrenaline has worn off and the numbing effects of the booze have amped up. You feel loose and warm, apart from the beer can cooling your bruise. There are twice as many streetlights streaming past you as usual. This is going to blow later– if you don’t blow chunks first. 

“All that about your dad pimping me out?” God, I mean, Hagan couldn’t compose a written sentence to save his life but maybe he had a future in speculative fiction. Did he just come up with that on the fly? “Take a wild guess, Munson.” 

Eddie recoils in his seat– gross. Gross. “Not the– the shit with Tina and Carol and–”

“Oh, the crabs? Yeaaaah, that’s true,” you slur, “But I rejected Tommy waaay before I knew that. Call it my brilliant instinct. And then he has the nerve to call me frigid, which– trust me, I’m anything… anything but.”

Munson seems a little surprised at this. You can see it in the way his eyebrows dart under his curly bangs. 

But you’ve had your share of disappointing experiences with the blandly acceptable boys in your circle– it’s par for the course, it’s part of advancing in the field. You can’t throw your cat into the street completely, but god forbid you be choosy about the boys you want to copulate with. The ones you’ve hooked up with, all unremarkable and perfunctory, always seemed so smug afterwards. Like they’d conquered something. 

But from Eddie’s purview, you always held yourself like you were above everyone else; not just the underclassmen and the social rejects, but even your own friends. He’d watch you sometimes, because it’s hard not to watch you. He’d wait for the few flickering moments you let your guard down, when you thought no one was paying attention as you sat at the lunch table or walked the hallways. So achingly unamused by the guffawing, the backslapping, the forced camaraderie of your forced high school persona and your forced high school friends. Then, one of them would say something like, Right, Lacy? and your brow would unarch and you’d be right back in the groove with the rest of them, giggling dumbly and glossing your lips. 

He always wondered how you did it, tolerated it. And why.

“Now, far be it from me to agree with a shithead like Hagan–and I don’t, before you get scary–but I kinda get where he’s picking that up,” Eddie winces, throwing a glance to you, glassy-eyed with your head against the window. You’re looking at him with narrowed eyes, eyeliner smudged. Even that look could cut down a man with twice his ego. “You’re a little bit frosty. Cold shock in the middle of a summer’s day– which, y’know, could be–”

You absolutely do not let him finish the thought.   

“It’s caaaalled being aloof, Munson,” you drawl, shuffling your shoulders against the passenger door and pulling a stray thread from your skirt with a sharp snap. “Playing hard to get, duh? Leave them wanting more? You wouldn’t get it because you’re so goddamn big and obvious all the time…”

“Obvious!” he brays, letting his jaw hang open with theatrical flair, “Obvious! Lacy, you wound me, I–”

“Obvious,” you bark back, “Obvious like a neon sign, obvious like a circus tent, obvious like– like– look at me, look at me, I’m a weirdo!” Your Munson impression, complete with devil horns, is a little dorkified but it shuts him right up. That loose little tongue of yours has trasmuted your mood from wrath to barbed silliness. “So obvious you wouldn’t know that kind of subtlety. Not if it hit you in the face.” 

A familiar tune whistles from the radio, distracting you. “… or cause you’re a virgin.”

“Okay—!“ Eddie starts, immediately assuming the position of point guard. His hackles are raised, but to be honest, he’s so willing to let you ramble on. It’s the first time he’s heard you talk this much, ever, save your little tête-à-tête by the lockers the other day. 

Eddie doesn’t want to stem the flow just yet. He’s not thinking about it too hard.

“Oh shit, do you hear that?” Like a Virgin pumps from the tinny speakers and you reach to turn it up, your head drunkenly bobbling on your neck. Eddie winces; it’s so weird, watching you like this. It’s like dream logic. It’s like opposite day. “Munson’s a virgin! I’m gonna touch him for the very first tiii-iime! Munson’s a vii-iir-gin—“

“First off, no I am not and no,” he audibly swallows, positive you didn’t realize what you just sang, “no, you are not, ‘cause— well.” He clears his throat. A flare of heat burns around his collar. “I’m not the type to bone and tell.”

“Bone and tell.” You guffaw, a sound so unbecoming yet so endearing coming from you, and slump back in your seat. That tight little skirt you’re wearing rides up about an inch and a half. “Sounds like something a virgin would say.”

Eddie huffs; no way around this. You’re fucking with him, and it’s the indefatiguable male ego that’s not going to let him let you win. 

He fucks, okay? Or has fucked, prior to this. 

Not that there’s anything wrong with not fucking. 

But he’s done it.  

Eddie’s eyes dart between you and the road, and you’ve got him like a stuck pig with that expectant glare. His eyes linger on your exposed upper legs for a half a second. 

Christ, you’re annoying. It occurs to him that wants to bite the soft flesh of your thigh and hear you squeal about it, but you are annoying as hell. 

“Fine. Fine. You wanna know?”

Your head lolls against the rough upholstery of the seat and you bat your lashes at him. “I really wanna know.” 

And Munson will tell you, you know, because you’re the kind of person people tell things to. 

“Nicole Summers.”

“Bullshit. Nicole Nicole? My Nicole?”

“Nicole Nicole. Nicole, formerly yours. The only-girl-meaner-than-you Nicole. It was tenth grade,” he snorts bitterly. “Most unforgettable thirty seconds of my life.”

“Nicole told us she got her v-card stamped by a board waxer in Maui.”

“I’ve got a lot of side gigs. You don’t know about me.”

You snort too, despite yourself. That’s a lot of despite-ing tonight, Lacy. You sit up in the seat a little, interest catching. Flame to a candle wick. 

“How was it?” you press. 

Munson furrows his brow, like duh. “Most unforgettable thirty seconds of my life, I just told you.” A beat. “Until— …Cass Finnigan.”

Now, an encounter like that is less surprising, but still you holler, “Bullshit!”

“I’d say the same shit if it hadn’t, y’know, happened to me,” he stage whispers, “In this van.”  

Your eyes widen, a flicker of a grimace sailing across your face. You wonder how he pulled that off, but all that comes to mind is the start of a bad porno– Cass meets him at that dingy little bench out back of the school to pick up and he’s, I don’t know, test driving some of his new supply and offers her a toke. She’s all, why the free samples, Munson? and he’s all, I only let the prettiest girls test the product. And because Cass is notoriously insecure–who among us, girl–she’s all, who, me? and he’s all, come back to my van, and she’s all, but I’m going steady with Mikey B, and he’s all, I won’t tell if you won’t and then he fucks her in the ass. 

Because Cass is saving the first hole for marriage and you know that. You’re the kind of person people tell things to. 

What you don’t expect is a weird pull of… envy. Why, in this imaginary scenario, had he never invited you back to his van? Well. You know why. But you’re drunk, so logic begone. “When did all this go down?”

“Uh, right before school got back,” Munson answers, kind of apprehensively. He could be lying, you figure.

“Well, Cass has been having a weird year,” you mumble, meaning to think that rather than say it. You know, because you’re the kind of person people tell things to.

“What’s that supposed to imply exactly?” Eddie says, an edge in his voice. He can’t help the way something in his chest flares; like he forgot to wait for the other shoe to drop with you, and now it’s dropping. 

“It stands to reason that she’d wanna, like, do something stupid,” you explain, and you know how it sounds. It’s mean. But honestly, you’re so drunk, and so past the point of attempting to spare people’s feelings.

“Like hook up with the local freak,” Eddie finishes for you, tone flat. You couldn’t not put him in his place, could you? Not that he thought Cass liked him or anything, he could feel her (literally feel her) going through the motions like a social experiment but– God, a little delusion doesn’t hurt now and again. 

“Exactly!” and even in your inebriated state, you can feel the tension in the air, hanging between you like a balloon full of noxious gas. Rather than cut it, you want to poke at it, unfeeling as to whether that’ll make it worse or better between you and the boy in the driver’s seat. You hike yourself up further, leaning toward him, pulling the can of High Life from your face. 

Munson’s profile is this beguiling mix of hurt and irritation, lit by the scuzzy orange hue of the passing streetlights. 

“What, did you want me to act impressed? Did you want me to lie to you?” 

“What? No– look, I know what girls like that– think of me, but,” Eddie’s voice shrinks in his throat, making him sound completely pre-pubescent. He notices you lean forward in his peripheral vision, like you have to strain to hear it, “that doesn’t make it any less shitty.” 

Oof. He did not need to unleash that little piss-shake of earnestness right now. He mentally steels himself for a ribbing from you, a cackling, piercing laugh like you let out before Carol punched you. 

“Of course it doesn’t!” you froth, “Just like it doesn’t make it any less shitty when guys act like they’re settling a bet with their buddies when they hook up with me.” You cross your arms to your chest with a quickness, slamming back into the seat. “Bet you couldn’t make it with Lacy, she’s got a combination lock on her pussy. Fuck you, dude.”

That coaxes a bark of a laugh from Munson, which makes you giggle a little in turn. It’s a weird feeling. It’s not quite relief; more like satisfaction. One point to Lacy, you made him laugh. 

“Combination lock, huh?”

“Allegedly.”

“Bet none of those losers even know how to crack a lock.” 

Your head tilts in his direction, forward this time. “And you do?”

Munson’s eyes flash at you, a dangerous orange glint sparkling in the darkness of his irises. “My criminal skillset is pretty diverse.”

He pins you down with this look from the driver’s seat and for a heartbeat or two, and you let him. Just long enough that a stab of sobriety sneaks in– and you can’t deny it, but you wish it didn’t. 

You’re drunk. 

If you can stay drunk, all bets are off. 

If you can stay drunk, whatever you do doesn’t matter, because you were drunk. 

You could reach over and press your fingers into the soft denim between his legs, make something hard there. You could squeeze the thickness of him over his zipper and kiss the shock of alabaster skin on his neck, where his pulse goes all jackrabbity under your touch. You could make him forget he ever heard the name Cass Finnigan. 

And it would mean nothing. 

And you wouldn’t have to justify it, because you were drunk. That’s what you’ve always been taught.

But you uncross your arms and you pull at the hem of your skirt and look to the road, just as the van swerves into the trailer park. Munson doesn’t take such a hard turn at the corner this time, probably wary of your risk of ralphing all over the van if he does. He pulls into that negative space between your trailer and his and instructs you to wait in your seat. 

“Trust me, the descent out of this baby is much trickier than it looks,” he assures you, jogging to the passenger door, a jingle of keys and pocket chains and belts on leather, “and you’re way too gone to make it in one piece, princess.”

So he holds his hand out again (“M’shitfacedlady,”) and gingerly you take it, and it becomes very apparent very quickly that your legs have turned to rubber on the drive home. 

“Oh, shit!” 

Your attempt at gracefully exiting the van is ruined by an unsteady ankle, sending your weight right into Eddie Munson’s chest. Luckily, he was braced for it– just about. “Told you you couldn’t make it without me,” he breathes as you clutch a handful of his Metallica shirt, vision quadrupling. He’s warm, and you suddenly realize that you’re freezing.

Trembling.

“Stop flirting with me,” you hiss to one out of the four Munsons in front of you. “I need to go to bed.”

Eddie forces himself to bite back another double entendre, which is a shame, because they’re doing an awesome job of covering up how goddamn nervous he suddenly is. He moves his arm to your waist, helping you haul ass to your front door. He’s got to keep one arm outstretched behind you in case you lose your balance again– which you almost do, a couple of times, wavering around like a dashboard Jesus. 

He watches you like he’s trying to commit this to memory, the rare case of you being so beyond your usual composure. He’s even got to intervene after the first five minutes, making unlocking your front door a two idiot job.

Eddie’s about to wave you off and disappear to scream and something else into his pillow when he sees you take a dangerous lunge into the darkness of the trailer. “Woah, girl–” 

But you recover, in a kind of brainless way, taking a measured Bambi-like step forward. One after the other. 

Fuck. He can’t leave you like this. 

You’re gonna trip and brain yourself on a Fabergé egg or whatever the fuck it is you and your mom have in there. 

“Uh– Lacy?” 

The trailer is eerily quiet. You feel like you’re trespassing in your own place. Boxes of out-of-place, too-expensive ephemera are still strewn everywhere, but you navigate the maze of them like it’s nothing. Sense memory. You don’t even entirely register that Munson is following you inside, that he’s frantically whispering after you, until you reach your bedroom door. 

A coldness shoots up your spine as you turn on him. You didn’t invite him in here, did you? 

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask for the second time tonight. This time, it comes out a little fearful. 

Eddie picks this up, right where you’ve erroneously dropped it. His chest gets a little tight. You didn’t think he was trying to–? 

“Making sure you lie down in the recovery position, that’s all,” he throws his hands up in total surrender, Scout’s honor, all that shit. “I’m not tryin’ to pick any locks tonight. I swear.” 

“I don’t need your help, Munson,” but just as you twist the doorknob, you keel over through the door, hitting the floor like a lead balloon. 

“Yeah, you keep telling me that,” he blearily smirks down at you, “And yet.”

But Munson’s not such an asshole about it that he just leaves you there. He hauls you up, again, and you stagger towards your bed, flopping face down on top of the comforter. He says some variation of okay, well, that’s how you choke to death on your own vomit, Jimi Hendrix and bullies you into the recovery position. 

“Don’t freak out, I’m just–” and Munson sits gingerly on the edge of your bed, taking one of your high heeled feet in his hands. 

What the fuck, you mumble, either aloud or in your head. But he’s fiddling with the tiny buckle at your ankle, gently undoing it. Another chill runs through your body but you don’t move, not an iota. You just… let him do it. His hands on your aching feet aren’t a totally unwelcome touch. He’s being featherlight about it, almost afraid to touch you even though he had no problem sheepdogging you into bed. 

“You could do anything to me right now,” you hear yourself saying. “No one would even know. No one would even care, I bet.” 

It’s meant to sound like you’re goading him, or even flirting with him, but it comes out sounding pitiful. You cringe, your hands creeping up to cover your face. 

“I’d care.” Munson’s voice is a tiny mumble– you know he’s just defending himself, but it kind of sounds like something else. He slips your right shoe off and sets it on the floor next to your left one. He hesitates for a moment before getting off your bed. 

“Alright, well– we can forget this ever happened. Resume being assholes to each other on Monday. Don’t, like, die in the meantime.”

“You say resume like we ever stopped being assholes to each other.”

“Have a fun hangover, Lacy.” 

–

You do not have a fun hangover. You wake up late Saturday afternoon after Friday’s bacchanal and don’t emerge from your room save from the occasional bathroom trip to puke up what little dignity you’ve got left. Sunday morning is when your mom hammers on the door and drags you to the kitchenette after confirming that you’re still, y’know, alive. 

“This is your game face, hm?” she says, pulling at your chin to examine your violet bruise that seems to have developed its own heartbeat. She doesn’t hold your face the way Munson did, gentle and searching, just tugs into the sparse light streaming into the dingy kitchenette.

You attempt to steel your jaw, but your bottom lip is starting to waver. 

“What happened?” your mother asks, and beneath all the jagged broken glass, there’s a tiny sliver of tenderness. 

Call it your pride, but you don’t reach for it. 

“I went out,” you say tightly, “and I made a fool of us.”

She hacks up a scoff through her smoker’s cough and disappears into her bedroom, leaving you alone to pick at a cold waffle. The few moments of consciousness you’ve had since Friday night have been spent trying to piece the party together– you remember clearing the better part of a bottle of cheap, cheap, shitty vodka with Robin Buckley’s help (weird), you remember getting into it with Hagan and Carol and getting wailed on. You remember getting a ride home with Munson, but the finer details of that are fuzzy. 

You think, and this is a thought that turns your already 180’d stomach, you let him into your bedroom, but you can’t be one hundred percent sure. All you know for an absolute is that your shoes came off that night, and you would never bother to take your shoes off after a night like that. 

So somebody must have. 

Meanwhile, Eddie’s been having a hell of a meanwhile. 

Fact of the matter is that you managed to detonate a nuclear bomb at Harrington’s party just under an hour after your arrival, which has got to be some kind of world record. It was also a world record for how little product he’d managed to sell during one of those parties, because he was preventing the manslaughter of a teenage girl– could’ve been you, could’ve been Carol. He nearly wishes he let that fight play out, as he stares into his empty wallet. 

Eddie’s gotta busy himself somehow, gotta do something– weirdly, he’s not in the mood to make a whole lot of noise. It’s not such a terrible day for working on his van, so he slams his toolbox on the ground and gives a couple dozen casual glances toward your bedroom window.

Your blinds still aren’t fixed. That’s got to have been shitty when you woke up with a splitting vodka headache and a shiner the size of Canada. 

Eddie keeps finding excuses to pace back and forth in perfect view of your window. Not in a peeping Tom sort of way, but in a way where he’d kind of like to see any sign of life from you. Even if you just rose from your bed like Nosferatu and gave him the finger. Then, he could relax. 

“Ed,” a gruff voice comes from the makeshift trailer porch, “fuck’re you doin’.” 

Those dulcet tones would belong to his beloved Uncle Wayne, who, ever since his hours got cut at the plant, has become unbearably observant of Eddie’s every movement. Wayne’s not a neglectful kind of father figure, not like his blinders-wearing real dad is, so he actually gets concerned when Eddie’s acting out of sorts. 

“Engine,” Eddie mumbles, pivoting fast like a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t, “Engine’s making hinky noises.”

“Sounded alright last night,” Wayne levels him instantly, “when you came home.” 

“Didn’t mean to wake ya,” he twists an oily rag in his hands, avoiding Wayne’s stony stare. 

“I was up.” He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe. God, whenever Wayne susses him out, it’s like drip torture. He’s slow as molasses with the confrontation on purpose, making Eddie sweat and out himself on every little fuck up he’s ever made. “You go in there?”

Chin jerks towards your trailer. Eddie’s shoulders shrug towards his ears, head tilting back. “Wayne, it’s not– she was real drunk, like blotto, I just–”

“You steer clear of that one.” It’s the definite nature with which Wayne says it that makes Eddie’s stomach drop. No prelude to it, no I know, kid, you were just tryin’ to do right by her. Nothing. 

“Wayne–”

“She ain’t what you think she is. Not if she’s anything like her bloodline.” 

He says this like the realization hasn’t hit Eddie like Carol hit you on Friday fight night. 

He says this like people haven’t been saying the same thing about Eddie for years.

–

Monday morning comes and you’re still somewhat suffering. A headache nags at your temple, but you pin that down to anxiety rather than an extended play of your hangover. 

It occurs to you that you should dress as down as possible today– realistically, of course, as you’d never be caught dead in sweatpants. You need comfort, you need something that feels like a well-worn blanket so you opt for a deep burgundy sweater dress that actually belonged to your mom in the 60s. 

You’d found it in the back of her closet when searching for a belt you knew she’d stolen from you and pulled it out. Mom! you chirped, How cute! How come you never wear this?

Oh, God, she’d cringed, batting the garment out of her way as she passed you in a cloud of Shalimar, Just throw that ratty thing out for me, would you?

But you didn’t. You kept it tucked away in the back of your closet and took it out when you needed it. When you needed to bury your face in it. Substitute it for a comfort she refused to give you. Which you realize is terrifically sad, but so’s life. 

The warm red is a distant cousin in the color family to the bruise under your eye. That bruise, it’s a glaring reminder of what a fucking loser you’ve become. The old you, the real you would never have stooped to that level– never had let them drag her down like that. But now you’re the kind of girl that screams and starts fights at parties, you guess. 

Your rage feels ugly in the cold light of day. 

You’re locking the door of the trailer behind you just as Munson emerges from his humble abode and it’s nothing short of awkward. Like you’d both seen each other naked or something.

You both stand there, in your relative doorways. His mouth gapes like he’s about to say hi, say something, and a memory comes back to you. Cold shock in the middle of a summer’s day. No one likes that. No one wants that. 

Regret stabs at you.

“Can you see it from there?” It’s the only thing you can think of to say, because you’re sure as fuck not saying hi. 

“What?”

“The bruise. Can– can you see it from over there?” 

Munson sort of half-snorts. “Not from here–”

“Ugh, thank god.”

“--but this is like, over fifteen feet away.” 

You roll your eyes, which hurts a lot, thanks guy, and walk toward his van. 

“Now?” you say, waving a hand under your eye, right where you’ve applied and blended and applied and blended a criminal amount of concealer. Munson leaves about a foot of space between you, on purpose, and you crane your neck back, on purpose. Reinstating the forcefield between you. 

“Oh yeah, you can barely even see that you got your ass kicked.”

“It’s not even eight in the morning, Munson. Do you really want to start your day with a knee to the balls?”

“You’re right. That’s usually an after-dinner activity,” he grins and jerks his head toward the van. “Need a ride?”

Need a ride? Like it’s the most ordinary, everyday thing in the world, Eddie Munson offering you a ride to school in his deathtrap of a van. Your stomach pulls at the sense memory of being in there on Friday night, and what you’ll look like getting out of it in the parking lot of Hawkins High. 

“No,” you say, shaking your head, definite and resolute. “I’m walking.” 

He scoffs. “C’mon. It’s too late to start walking now. You’ll be late for first period.” 

You scoff back, imitating him. “So what?”

“You’re never late for first period.” 

“I can be late– how the hell do you know I’m never late for first period?” 

“Because, dummy, I’m always late for first period,” he tells you, yanking open the passenger door, “And I sit behind you in History, and you’re always there when I come in, leaning back with your nose in some dumb book and your stupid hair all over my desk.” 

It’s true– you are always reading in history, because Kaminsky can’t teach for shit and you’ve already read ahead on the coursework anyway. You liked to rub that in his face by pulling out some unprescribed literature during class. Plus, no one you really care about is in your class, so you don’t have to worry about getting made fun of for having your nose in some dumb book. Illiterate jocks would never try that shit with you– nobody there would. 

Until now. 

And it’s true that Eddie Munson sits behind you, and barrels in like an idiotic excuse for a hurricane with some idiotic excuse for being late that you always scoff at, because does he ever get tired of his own bullshit. But after that brief cameo appearance in your day, you really do forget about him. 

Until now. 

“So?” he says, all expectant. 

And you consider it for a second, you really do– but you don’t think you can handle the blowback of leaving a party with Eddie Munson on Friday then turning up with him on Monday. Going to the same class. Where he sits behind you. It’s just… overexposure. 

The same realization must hit him, because all of a sudden he’s slamming the door shut with a roll of his eyes. “Whatever. Your tardy slip, babe.” You can’t help but think he sounds a little wounded. 

But fuck it. Fuck it! Since when do you stand around feeling sorry for Eddie Munson? 

Before you know it, the van roars out and leaves you in the dust. 

You don’t make it to school until after second period, because that so-called bus route a fifteen minute walk from the trailer park must not even exist, so you forge a note from your mom in the parking lot. 

As your fountain pen hovers over the paper, brainstorming an excuse, you consider pulling out the big guns– say you had to attend visitation day at the penitentiary. Use this disaster to your advantage for once; but you pull back. Scribble something about a doctor’s appointment and dot your mother’s ‘i’s with eerie precision.  

You make quick work of dropping the note off in reception– the uptick of being the kid of the town’s gossip beacon is some people still feel sorry for you. Some people weirdly include Janice, Principal Higgins’ secretary, who snatches the note from you before you can even reach the actual receptionist’s desk. 

“I’ll file that for you, dear,” she says, all coo-cooey with an unwelcome hand on your shoulder, “How are you and your poor mother doing these days? And your,” her croaky voice drops to a whisper, “dad? How is… he being treated?”

You blink at her, gripping the fountain pen in your hand. “Do you know what a shiv is, Janice?”

Just then, the bell trills and you take your leave, stepping out into the linoleum. 

Someone calls your name from down the hall. You crane your neck to see Ronnie Ecker jogging toward you, paper in hand. 

Now look, you’ve never had a problem with Ronnie Ecker. You can’t say you’re particularly fond of her but she’s smart; she keeps to herself and she was a decent lab partner during your junior year of dissecting frogs together. Squeamish, but that’s why you were there, to handle the scalpel. As much of a social outcast as she is, she’s not nearly as odious as the rest of them. That’s pretty goddamn remarkable amongst the Hawkins student body. 

She is also, you’ve come to notice, a resident of Forest Hills trailer park. 

“Hey!” she says, “Um, I noticed you missed first period and Kaminsky was handing our papers back so I figured you’d want yours…” 

“Why is everyone so obsessed with me missing first period?”

“Huh?”

“No– nothing,” you huff, taking the paper from her. A solid B on A+ material– told you Kaminsky couldn’t teach for shit. He’d be hearing from you about this. “Thanks for this, Ronnie.”

You start down the hall but notice Ronnie’s keeping in step with you. “I also just wanted to say– I heard about what happened Friday. And I think it’s sick, you standing up to Hagan like that. Asshole needed to be put in his place.” 

Well, there’s only one person she could have heard the nitty gritty of that news from. You know she’s trying to flatter you, but all you feel is a flame of embarrassment, plus a touch of anger– even though the news has easily circulated the school hallways by now. 

Along with the rumors of you taking Hargrove, Buckley and Munson, and not in a fight. 

“Well. Y’know. I was pretty wasted,” you attempt to brush it off and you see Ronnie deflate a little. 

Like you’re not the blazing hero someone made you out to be. 

“Okay, but is it true you had a threesome with Billy Hargrove and Robin Buckley and Robin was wearing the Tigers mascot suit?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.”

–

Classes pass in a monotonous blur, like most Mondays, but worse. That would be thanks to the extra shot of dread that’s served with your cafeteria meal of a wilted salad and soda. Last week at lunchtime, you at least had a tenuous standing with your former circle– you could still sit between Tina and Nancy Wheeler and suffer Tina’s thinly veiled jabs at you with a semi-placid look on your face. Nancy would look at you with eyes full of pity, and you’d want to punch her face in, but you’d be fine. 

But now, as you stand in the cafeteria swirling with people and catch the death glares from your old table (save for Nancy and Steve Harrington, who just straight up refuse to make eye contact with you), you’re just about ready to snap. 

Your flight instinct tells you to toss the tray out of your clammy hands and run, and keep running, until you disappear into the woods behind the school, never to be found. Your body becomes mulch before anyone remembers to look for you. Maybe you make really good fertilizer and a couple of pretty weeds sprout up from where you die. 

Your bruise, under its flaking layers of concealer, throbs twice– as if to say, don’t you fucking dare.

You make a confident beeline for the table, chin tilted and eyes set in a stare that could be categorized as withering, if only it was trained on anybody in particular. You grab a chair that some dumb underclassman is about to sit in and drag it with you, legs screeeeeching across the waxed floor. 

Who gives a shit who you were on Friday night. 

“I can sit here, right?” you say, and place your tray on the table next to Ronnie Ecker. 

She just stares at you for a hot second. That’s too long to stay standing in uncertainty, so you settle your stolen chair at the table and sit next to her. 

Ronnie isn’t the only one staring, however– the rest of these dorks, all in their matching t-shirts with Satan’s fiery head emblazoned across them, are watching you with their mouths agape. 

“Is this a prank or something?” one of them, a curly-haired freshman, says. 

This question is directed toward their fearless leader, decked out in denim and leather at the head of the table. That is to say, the direct opposite end of the table that you’re sitting at. 

“That’s no way to greet a lady, Gareth,” Munson says, feigning coolness but you can tell he’s a little flustered. The dead giveaway is in the way he misses his mac and cheese with his fork, the way his solid gaze double-blinks. You’ve thrown him off game– and because he’s impossible not to overhear sometimes, you know that game is all he’s got going on at this table. 

There’s that feeling again– point to Lacy. 

“To what do we owe the pleasure?”

This is Munson’s version of what the hell do you think you’re doing, but you choose to ignore him. It’ll drive him insane, and you know that, glaring red warning sign that he is. Instead, you flash a smile at the freshman that almost makes him pass out, Cupid’s arrow struck straight through the heart. 

You cross your legs and angle your body toward Ronnie– and by extension, in the direction of your old table. You can see Carol burying her face in Tommy’s shoulder, the both of them on the verge of losing bowel control with laughter. Laughter at you. 

Who gives a shit who you were before Friday night.

“So, Ronnie,” you say, taking a sip of your Tab, “You get up to anything fun this weekend?”

author's notes: let me get ahead of everything and say yes, i am absolutely fucking with the timeline. suspend your disbelief, my beautiful babies, and enjoy steve, carol, tommy and ronnie ecker still being in high school because I SURE WILL. but on an absolutely serious note, thank you so much for all the support and each and every note you’ve put on the chapters so far. i seriously, seriously appreciate it. now, the notes: - you think eddie munson doesn’t fuck with pee-wee herman heavy? you think he didn’t watch this movie in reefer rick’s, high out of his gourd, and think oh yeah i love this freak? get REAL! RIP paul reubens, this one’s for you. specially every time i mention a handjob - eddie munson also has charlie kelly disease - speaking of iterations of always sunny characters, much like frank reynolds, there’s not a get rich quick scheme al munson hasn’t tried. we’ll get into that a little more… later - admittedly, the whole ‘face eating on bath salts’ thing didn’t gain traction until the 00s, but if hawkins is going to be ahead of its time in anything, it’s fucked up shit happening to people! - did you notice how i blended eddie and lacy’s povs in the van? i’m going to continue doing that in moments where they’re on a similar ~wavelength~ - jimi hendrix did unfortunately die of asphixiation, but instead of thinking about that, watch this sick video of him playing guitar that eddie definitely has committed to memory - RONNIE ECKER KLAXON. i know that in flight of icarus she’s described as tall, but that hasn’t stopped me fancasting her as ayo edebiri in an eddie munson wig - at this point, you might be thinking damn, everyone sure seems to hate each other in this story. like, why is nancy wheeler catching strays? i’m here to remind you it’s the 1980s and teenagers kind of suck. play the track - thanks again for all the love! you can keep this crazy train going by liking, commenting, reblogging and generally showing me the same kindness you’ve shown me so far. love u my little hellcats

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Listen to me

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Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

Fandom: 911

Summary: You and Buck have been fighting, deciding to take a break from the relationship. But he wants to make it right.

Warnings: Angst, fighting, not proofread

Requested: No

Words: 1.7k

Requests are open for Buck / Eddie!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

You and Buck had been arguing for days, each feeling like the other wasn't listening. You didn’t know where all this fighting came from, but you sure do know it hasn’t stopped since then. You both knew something was wrong but couldn't put your finger on it. The tension was palpable, and it was only a matter of time before something gave.

It all came to a head one evening, with you and Buck yelling at each other in the living room of your shared apartment. You moved in a few months back, all cozy and peaceful. Enjoying each other’s company, being able to see one another all day. It felt like a date that never came to an end.

You had been fighting about the little things, but it was clear there was something deeper bubbling beneath the surface.

"Why can't you just listen to me for once, Buck? I feel like I'm talking to a wall!" you yelled, patience running out now.

"I am listening, but you're not hearing me either!" Buck shot back, frustration lacing his words.

The other night, Buck’s messages suddenly stopped and they never come back. You couldn’t sleep during all his shift, not knowing if something had happened to him. Your thoughts were filled with worry and anger as you waited and over checked your dms. Maybe, maybe he texted you but you missed it.

Eventually, a few hours before his shift was about to end, you text Eddie, asking if they were ok. He replied that everything was fine and you didn’t need to worry. But that was something that made you question even more.

“I was waiting for you to text back! Or even a small reminder that you’re ok, you haven’t died. Or to tell me you’re on your way to a call and you can’t talk! Is it that hard?” you

“I was on a call, then I went to bed! It just slipped my mind!” he yelled back at that point.

You couldn’t believe his words. It slipped his mind. Talking to his lover slipped his mind. Reassuring them he’s alive slipped his mind. Maybe you were asking too much.

“Okay, fine!” you gave up. You gather a few things from the apartment, stuffing them in your bag as Buck watched your every step, his eyes filled now with worry less than anger.

“Wha-What are you doing?” your boyfriend placed his hand on top of yours, stopping you from circling around.

“We should take a break. I’ll spend the night at May’s and we'll see after that.” you were just texting May as his hand dropped, now resting on the kitchen counter. His eyes show the pain and fear that’s bubbling inside, and, maybe, because you were hurt as well, you chose to ignore it.

Your chest aches and your head was spinning trying to keep inside the feelings. You didn’t want to show him you were hurting just as much, he wouldn’t care anyways. It is a painful decision, but you need some time to clear your head and you both knew that.

Buck was afraid he’s being left behind again. Forgotten by the person he’s loving the most. More that he loved Abby. More than he loved Ally. And even more than he loved Taylor. And that’s something. But he gulped the lump in his throat and nodded.

“Yeah, maybe that’s best.”

“Take care of you, Buck!” and with those words, you shut the door behind, leaving Buck all alone in his apartment.

One night turned into days and then into a week, and Buck found himself missing you more than he ever thought possible. He texted you every single day, babbling about every little thing that happened in his life.

//

“I think it’s over. Uh, me and Y/n.” Buck admitted between the siren’s wiling.

“We’re just having a little girl’s week. It’s been ages since we had a proper hangout. We just catching up.” Hen said, watching Buck swallow the lump in his throat. “How is that code for it’s over ?”

“Well, what’s past is prologue, right?” Buck sighs, “And, based on my past, Y/n and I have reached the point in a relationship where the woman flees.”

“Women flee you? Routinely?” Ravi asks, surprisingly turning his head in Buck’s direction.

“Starts out small. Uh, she's-she's canceling plans. She's got to work. She needs to wash her hair or do her laundry, and before you know it, poof. Dropping them off at the airport and never seeing them again.” your boyfriend explained, hoping his words won’t coincide with the reality.

“Okay, Buck, you're being a little too Buck about this. “ Hen shake her hands, waving off Buck’s worries.

“A little? When was the last time a woman told you she had to go home to wash her hair? 1952?” Eddie chuckles from his seat.

“Listen, Y/n is not Abby or Ally or Taylor. It doesn't even rhyme. I mean, that's a good sign, right?” Hen asks.

“The thing is... she’s been living with me for a few months now. And it’s been great and I do think I really really love her and I don’t want to lose her. Not her-“ Buck let out from his mouth some words he never had the chance to say to you. Well, he had the chance, millions of times, but never seemed the right time.

“Why does this keep happening to you?” Bobby turned his head to watch Buck as the truck rolled down the streets.

“Well, to be honest, I think...”

“No. I'm gonna tell you why.” Cap stopped him before he could explain. “Because you don't talk to the women you're dating. You just go with the flow and find yourself in a relationship with no idea how you got there or what to do when things start to go wrong.”

“Yeah. Who does that?” Eddie sarcastically laughed.

“My point is, breaking up is not inevitable. You can turn it around. You just have to make the effort. Talk to Y/n. Tell her how you're feeling. Find ways to reconnect.”

And that was the moment Buck realised he gotta do something. He’s never done anything to stop the women from his life leave. He never fought. It was their decision to leave and he never said a word. It wasn’t like he’ll force you to stay with him. It was more like showing you he wants you to stay by his side. He needs you to stay by his side.

So, he spent all night planning a grand gesture. He always wanted to do that, but he never felt like it was the perfect moment. Until now.

The day after his shift ended, he showed up on May’s doorstep. He had a little hint you’ve been crashing on her couch all week, and after a few texts exchanged with May, she tricked you into putting some nice clothes on and let her do your makeup. But she never said why.

The door bell rang, sending shivers down your spine. “Please answer that for me!” Athena’s daughter shouted from the bathroom, making you roll your eyes. What’s she up to?

When you saw Buck standing in the doorway with a beautiful bouquet with your favourite flowers gathered in his hands, your heart melted. He was the last person you’d expect to see. You didn’t think Buck would show up; he always gives you time to think and heal until you’re ready to go back to him. That’s how it’s always been.

"I'm sorry," Buck said, taking your hand in his. "I know we've been fighting a lot lately, but I want to make it work."

“I know, Buck. I want to make it work too.”

your eyes softened, and you could see the sincerity in his words.

"You trust me?" Buck whispered.

“Yeah?” your response was more a question than an affirmation when you saw him pulling out a scarf. He motioned and you turn around, letting him cover your eyes. He led you outside, hearing a car door open you realised he was taking you somewhere.

“Where are we going?” you broke the silence a while after the car was rolling down the streets of LA. Hoping it was on the streets of LA.

“You said you trust me!” he chucked, turning right and left on the roads, as he entered the off-roads. “It’s a surprise, Y/n!”

When the car finally stopped and he helped you out and took off the blindfold, leaving you speechless. There was this giant hot air balloon, ready for you to wonder above Los Angles.

“Come on!” he smiled at your reaction, all you can do was nod and return his smile, feeling the anger and tension slowly dissipate in the air.

“I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. I should’ve texted you back. In my job there’s no such thing as ignoring a text. I did had the time to text you back, but I was stubborn. I don’t know why.” finally opening up to each other and sharing your fears and concerns after weeks of constant fighting and silence. It wasn't an easy conversation, but it was necessary.

“I want you to stay by my side. I need you. And I don’t want to give up on you. On us.”

“I’m not leaving you, Buckaroo. I promise!” you extended your pinky and waited for Buck to intervene with his.

“I love you!” he suddenly spoke, his words echoing through your mind. You knew he loves you, you’ve known for a while. His actions spoke louder than his words, but that night you decided to ignore everything your heart’s been telling you.

“I love you, Buck!” he smiled softly as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, sealing your lips together in desire, love, warmth and longing.

By the end of it, you both knew you wanted to be together and were willing to work on your relationship.

As the sun began to set, Buck held you close, refusing to ever let you go again. And you both knew you were going to be okay. It was the first step in a long journey, but you were in it together.

[ameliora-j]

𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜 // 𝕖𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕤𝕙

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → eddie uses his new found knowledge to his power

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → oral sex (f!receiving), hair pulling, masturbation (m!receiving), pervert!steve, roommate!steve, dom!eddie, cuck!steve, cum play, sub!steve, squirting, threesome (kinda), overstimulation, spitting, crying during sex, cumming in pants, some mxm, all acts are consensual, lmk of anymore! 18+ ONLY

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 1.5k

𝕒𝕟 → this came to me in a dream…

pervert | part one 𐐪𐑂 twisted | part three

after the night steve had listened to you and eddie through the walls, the three of you were sitting in the living room, watching a movie that steve had brought home from work. the air was tense for the two men, but you were none the wiser.

you were contently curled into eddie’s side, his arm around your shoulders as he gently stroked your bicep. your body was adorned only in eddie’s hellfire shirt and a pair of lace panties. if steve casted his gaze downward, he could see the outline of your puffy little cunt and the small wet patch that decorated the pretty lace.

“do you remember what we talked about this morning, princess?” eddie hummed lowly in your ear, to which you nodded. eddie had asked you how you’d feel if he shared you with steve one day. once he calmed your woes, assured you that he knew you’d only wanted him, and that this was as much for his pleasure as it was your’s, you enthusiastically agreed. “spread ‘em” he murmured, gently tapping your thigh with two fingers.

you shifted yourself so that your head was laid upon his lap, your bottom half facing the couch that steve was sitting on and spread your legs. “look at that,” eddie hummed, running two fingers along your clothed slit before pressing down on your clit, causing you to moan softly. steve chanced it, glancing over and practically choking on the air in the room as he quickly averted his gaze from the erotic and intimate scene in front if his eyes.

“i said look harrington,” eddie practically growled. the dominance laced in his tone causing you to moan and buck your hips into his hand. steve couldn’t help himself. something about eddie told him to obey. his tone and his personality alone commanded submission from him, and that’s exactly what steve gave the long haired man. and once he chanced a glance, he couldn’t tear his eyes from your beautiful cunt.

“pretty” he choked out.

“she is pretty, isn’t she?” eddie boasted. “come over here and taste,” he nodded. without a second thought, steve was obeying the command. it took his brain a few seconds to catch up to his body, and once it did, he was already kneeling on the floor between your spread legs. he didn’t even know when you had switched positions. he pressed the palms of his hands on the insides of your thighs, spreading them further, before throwing your legs over his shoulders and sniffing up your panty-clad pussy.

“fuck,” he whimpered quietly, pressing his tongue against your clothed core, making the wet patch grow as he made out with your pussy over your panties. you whined loudy, bucking your hips up.

“easy princess, give ‘im a minute,” eddie murmured “he’s pussy drunk right now. been waitin’ ages for this moment, let ‘im take his time” you nodded along to eddie’s command, immediately stilling your hips and allowing steve to lick and sniff at your clothed cunt.

“fuck you smell so good” he grunted softly, grabbing the band of your panties with his teeth and tugging them down your legs. he was awe struck the second he laid eyes on your bare center. eddie couldn’t help but smirk down at him as steve couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“whenever you’re ready stevie,” eddie murmured calmly, allowing steve a minute to truly take in the heavenly sight in front of him. steve leaned forward and pressed a hesitant kiss to your clit. he whimpered the second he got a taste, pulling back to watch the remnants of you and eddie’s late afternoon session drip from your clenching hole.

“clean my cum from her cunt, harrington” eddie commanded. steve nodded rapidly, reaching up two fingers and slowly pushing eddie’s cum in before poking his tongue out and licking up your slit, starting at your hole and ending at your clit. once he got a taste of the mixture of you and eddie, he couldn’t get enough. he made lewd slurping sounds as he sucked eddie’s cum from your cunt and made out with your partially overstimulated pussy.

“stevie” you whimpered quietly, fisting your hands into his hair and tugging against the roots. he moaned softly, not deterring from his work cleaning eddie’s creampie from your pussy. “i wanna cum” you moaned softly “can i cum?” you directed your question to eddie, looking up at him as you asked. he silently nodded and you moaned loudly as you felt your cum gushing out of your cunt and onto steve’s face.

he moaned softly, kitten licking up your cunt to finish cleaning you off. you had been overstimulated more than enough and pushed weakly at his head, whining quietly and trying to buck away from the pleasure. once steve was sure he got all of eddie’s cum off your cunt, he pulled away, swallowing and looking up at you in all of your post orgasmic bliss.

“did i tell you to stop?” eddie raised a daring brow as he looked at the boy between your thighs. steve looked up at eddie like a deer in the headlights. confused, because he followed instructions and obeyed. cleaning his cum from your pussy and even making you cum in the process.

steve frowned as he began to stutter. “but… b-but i… well i just thought that—“ he fumbled uselessly.

“you stop when i tell you to, harrington” eddie commanded, grabbing him by his hair, tugging harshly at the roots and shoving his face back into your cunt. you and steve let out simultaneous whimpers as eddie shoved his face as far into your pussy. “that’s it, good boy” eddie grunted softly. “yeah, lick her pretty pussy real good harrington, get in there” eddie commanded. “stick your fucking tongue out” he grunted, pulling steve back by his hair.

steve blindly followed his order, pushing his tongue out of his mouth and looking at eddie for his approval. eddie was silent as he shoved steve’s face back into your center, tugging his hair in different directions, giving his tongue a path to follow as he licked at your weeping core.

tears were falling from your eyes as your hips bucked erratically. “take my cock out” eddie commanded, looking at you. you nodded quickly, reaching over and undoing his belt before unbuttoning his jeans and fishing his cock from his boxers. eddie used his free hand to push his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

the head of his dick was leaking precum and his tip was red and angry. he held his hand up to your mouth, and you knew what he wanted without him having to ask. you leaned forward and spit into the palm of his hand. eddie pulled steve away from your pussy and held his hand out to him. “spit” he commanded simply and steve followed. once his hand was covered in both your’s and steve’s spit, he shoved steve’s face back into your core and began stroking his thick dick, moaning softly.

steve began sucking harshly at your clit and you whimpered, squeezing your legs around his head. “keep ‘em opened” steve groaned, but it sounded closer to a whine as he pushed your thighs apart as far as they’d go so he could continue to devour your weeping pussy.

you didn’t know whether you wanted to look at steve between your thighs or eddie stroking his beautiful dick, so you gave up and squeezed your eyes shut. you basked in the euphoria of steve eating you like you were his last meal, his pretty whimpers and lewd slurping sounds, and eddie’s moans and groans as he stroked his cock to finish.

“wanna cum” you whined “gonna cum” you gasped “cumming!” you shrieked in warning before squirting, making a mess of steve’s face and chest. steve whimpered as he came in his jeans, squirming as he continued to suck at your cunt, cleaning the mess you made of yourself.

“get over here, stevie” eddie commanded. steve followed his order, crawling to kneel between eddie’s spread thighs instead. “open your mouth, stick out your tongue” he moaned as he squeezed his cock from base to tip. once steve followed the order, eddie’s strokes against his own cock became even faster. “fuck, fuck, cumming!” he warned before his cum shot from the tip of his cock and all over steve’s face.

both you and steve whimpered, you squirming in your seat at the erotic sight. his cum landed on steve’s cheek, his forehead, and some on his tongue. steve moaned softly as he closed his mouth and swallowed the small drop of cum seated on his tongue. “clean him up, princess” eddie nodded.

you nodded rapidly, moving like lightning from your seat. you straddled steve’s lap and stuck out your tongue, cleaning eddie’s cum off of steve’s face and moaning at the taste. you pulled away and looked up at eddie from your place on steve’s lap once you’d finished. “did you cum in your pants?” eddie teased, mocking a pout. steve couldn’t help but nod quickly. “good boy” he hummed softly, gently scratching at steve’s scalp.

“go on and get cleaned up and we’ll finish our movie” he hummed softly. steve nodded and you climbed off his lap and curled back into eddie’s chest. steve stood and turned to go to the shower. “oh stevie, don’t forget these!” eddie smirked, handing him your ruined panties. steve gulped before turning to go shower.

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Chivalry Kills

Masterlist

Eddie x Reader

Angst, fighting, smut, fluff

Eddie is a perfect gentleman to everyone, and it makes you feel invisible to him.

“No, really, guys, I’m fine. Don’t let me get in your way.” You were straining to carry an amp, albeit the smallest amp the band used, to Eddie’s van as they leaned against the back wall of the bar, sipping beers.

“We gotta get you in a weight lifting class,” your boyfriend joked, coming over to help you load the equipment into the car.

“Or maybe you could load your own car. Or pay the freshman you hang around five bucks to do this,” you joked. He lifted his beer bottle to your lips, a small reward for helping out like you always did. 

You were more than happy to do it, needing to get some energy out after watching their high voltage performance every week. Eddie kept telling you that you didn’t need to, he could handle it, but you wouldn’t just sit there and let him do all of the work. He wasn’t even crazy about the idea of you driving to The Hideout by yourself to watch their set. One week he tried to leave after their minimal soundcheck to some and pick you up, but he ended up having to jump right on stage after bursting through the door.

“It’s fine, I am able to get here alone. It’s safe,” you promised him.

“You shouldn’t have to, though.”

Ever the gentleman, Eddie went out of his way to be as gallant as possible. He planned thoughtful dates, tried his hardest to never let you open a door for yourself, and always made sure you were taken care of when you were being intimate. He was constantly sweeping you off your feet. Well, you and every other girl in Hawkins.

It was cute when he gave El, Max, or Erica a piggy back ride. It was endearing when he didn’t let Robin walk on the street side of the sidewalk. It was funny when he hit on Joyce right in front of Hopper.

It was infuriating when he paid every other girl in your age group attention, and stopped trying to impress you.

“You’re chewing right in my ear,” you slightly pushed Eddie away from you, just handing over your lunch that he was picking from. 

“What are you going to eat?” he asked through a mouthful of carrot sticks. 

“I lost my appetite all of a sudden,” you said. He shrugged and continued chomping away and talking with his friends. Despite the hustle and bustle of hungry teenagers, you were able to spot Robin looking around the cafeteria for a familiar face. You tapped Eddie’s arm so he would release his hold on your shoulders. “See you later, okay?”

He sent you off with a slight nod of his head.

“Save me,” you grabbed Robin’s elbow and led her out of the cafeteria with you. She followed without a word, and you two went down to the newspaper room where you knew you would find Nancy.

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” she smiled when she saw you. 

“I needed to hide,” you said. “Boys are so annoying.” After a rough morning of sleeping past your alarm and certainly flunking a test, you were in no mood to be spit on or yelled through about fantasy games, shockingly.

“Who got under your skin?” Robin smiled. Neither of them expected it to be Eddie. From what they experienced, he had nothing but good manners. Sure, he picked on Steve, but they both considered that an admirable quality. 

“It’s just been one of those days,” you sighed. “Distract me, tell me what you’re working on,” you asked Nancy, sending her into a spiel you gladly let overtake your thoughts. 

When it was time for the afternoon to officially begin, the three of you walked through the halls together, heading in the same general direction of your next classes. Only a few more left until the end of the day and then beginning of the weekend. You could do this. 

“It is always weird to see them together,” Robin commented, looking down the hall at Eddie, Chrissy, and a few other cheerleaders.

“She’s making his life a lot easier,” you explained, relieved that he was getting terrorized much less, even if he made his way into the good graces of the Hawkins High Elite by selling them drugs.

“Looks like he is, too,” commented Nancy as you all watched him take her books from her arms. You weren’t bothered by it. He was being his normal, generous self. What did bother you, though, was his arm tossed around her shoulder, mouth close to her ear saying something that was making the beautiful girl laugh. They looked like they were floating down the hallway, made lighter by each other’s presence.

“I shouldn’t overreact to that, right?” you asked, starting to fidget with the hair tie around your wrist. “He just doesn’t have to be so touchy. It’s inappropriate, what if she was uncomfortable with that?” you didn’t give them a chance to answer.

The bell rang overhead and made your brain rattle.

“Don’t overthink it,” Nancy stressed, but she saw how your mind was already running away with the minor incident. “We will see you later, be ready by 8!” Right. The party you promised to go to. Usually on Fridays you and Eddie drove around, making pit stops for him to do deals. You liked being in the car with him, passing by the secret night life of teenagers that he was contributing to, but you two were happy to stay on the outskirts of.

With his new friendships, he was coming around to the idea of actually attending one of the parties he served. Nancy wasn’t a stranger to the scene, so she broke you both down, encouraging you to give it a try, even if just for an hour. It had to be better than getting drunk or high by yourselves. Honestly, it was getting kind of sad.

“8 o’clock, got it,” you nodded, going off toward your next class.

The next time you saw Eddie, he was waiting for you by your locker after the last bell had rang.

“Hey, Babe,” he smiled, giving your butt a gentle smack. It wasn’t the most romantic gesture, but your feelings of annoyance from lunch had seriously diminished, and you just wanted to be close to him.

“Hi,” you said, throwing the books you wouldn’t need over the weekend into the metal square and slamming the door shut. “Let’s go,” you grabbed his hand and he squeezed it affectionately.

“We just have to wait for Chrissy, we’re giving her a ride home,” he said. You nodded and let him lead you to her locker, where she was talking to her other friends. They confirmed with you and Eddie that you’d be at the party later, and then the three of you walked into the fresh air like you were the best of friends.

“Ooh, it’s getting cold out,” you complained, frowning at the fall air taking over the town.

“It feels good, this sweater is so hot,” Chrissy said, pulling at the turtle neck uniform she was wearing that day. Eddie turned the air on for her when you all got in the van, making you shiver more intensely than you were outside. 

It didn’t take long for you to get to Chrissy’s house and drop her off. She asked if you wanted to get ready with her for the party, but you honestly couldn’t imagine starting your evening any earlier than you already had to. Her eyes genuinely dropped when you thanked her, but declined, and it almost made you change your mind. But then you remembered Eddie’s hand on her back.

“You’re going to dance with me later, though, right?” she asked, the smile returning to her face.

“Definitely,” you conceded.

“Only if they play something other than the shit on the radio.” Eddie appeared outside of your window, right next to where Chrissy’s hands were draped. You turned around, expecting to somehow see him still sitting next to you in the driver’s seat. He must have gotten out when you were distracted by the cheerleader. With a wave from Chrissy, your boyfriend started to walk her to her front door as if it wasn’t 3 o’clock in the afternoon in a suburban neighborhood. 

When he got back to the car after 7 minutes, you clocked it, of giggling, you were pissed off.

“So what do we want for dinner? I’m sure you’re hungry after giving me your lunch, which i don’t think I ever thanked you for,” Eddie grabbed your fingers and went to bring them to his lips like he did a million times before, but you pulled your hand back.

“I think I just want to relax before the party,” you shrugged. “The math test didn’t go well.” you told him, because he didn’t ask.

“Okay, that sounds good, too. How about we take a nap and-”

“Can you just drop me off and we can meet up later?” you asked, aware of your less than sweet tone. He could tell something was wrong, but chalked it up to the test and knew you’d feel much better if you had some time alone.

What he didn’t count on, though, was your solitude making your anger fester. All you could see was him touching her, her gaggle of friends laughing at his jokes, and the way he had been brushing you off. Eddie made everyone feel so special by doing nice things for them, and you wanted to be the only one on the receiving end. 

By the time you, Robin, and Nancy were approaching the front door of the parentless house, you were practically stomping.

“Relax, Hulk,” Robin teased as you whipped open the front door like someone was hiding behind it.

“I need a drink,” you sighed, heading straight for the kitchen where there were bottles of liquor and a keg. “What do you guys want?” You didn’t wait for an answer, making a strong concoction that you split between three cups, yours a little more full than the others. The drink eased your emotions a bit, and you felt your anger level slowly coming down.

Eddie was set to meet you at the party. Even though you didn’t want to be with him earlier in the day, now you were itching to see him. 

“You keep on looking around like you’re expecting Judd Nelson to walk in,” Nancy said, waving her hand in front of your face. “Let’s go, come on,” she waved her finger so you would follow her to the living room, where people were dancing.

“Y/N!” The high-pitched voice cut through the crowd, and you saw Chrissy bouncing toward you. You recognized how sweet it was that she was trying to get closer to you after becoming friends with your boyfriend, and you wanted to put more of an effort in with her.

“We’re dancing, come on,” you grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with the three of you.

A few months ago, you would have gotten a lot of stares, and not just because of Robin’s off-beat dancing. The cheerleader, the bank geek, the journalist, and the outsider all together. Add the freak into the mix, and it’s a wonder you weren’t put on a poster in a guidance counselor’s office.

“My girls!” Eddie showed up and threw his arms around you and Nancy. 

“Hi,” you grinned, leaning up on your toes and pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. He winked at you and took your hand, twirling you around. Finally, he was giving you the attention you were craving.

Just as quickly as he gave you butterflies, he opened the window and shooed them out. There were only a couple of blissful minutes until it took a turn. 

It was common knowledge that Chrissy was single and available, and it didn’t even take half a song for someone to ask her to dance. Understandably, watching your boyfriend give another guy daggers with his stare because he was dancing with his friend didn’t exactly put you in the best of moods.

“He’s getting a little handsy,” he said, loud enough for your group to hear.

“She’s fine,” you said, grabbing his hands and putting them on your waist, trying to get him to focus on you. He nodded and began to bounce back and forth on his feet again, keeping a protective eye on Chrissy.

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie leaned down into your ear and nodded toward the back door, where someone was waiting with a $20 bill in hand. You nodded and he walked off, putting on his best salesman face. 

“I’m taking a break,” you said to Nancy and Robin, going into the kitchen. As soon as Eddie came back inside, you were going to grab him for as alone a moment you could get at a house party.

“Hey, you coming to check up on me?” he walked back inside and you wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling you into him.

“Of course, I have to make sure you’re being safe,” you mocked. He laughed and the sound went right to your heart. “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s interesting,” he nodded. “I think the last one of these I went to was in the 8th grade, and I played spin the bottle.”

“We can play if you want,” you smiled. He picked up an abandoned beer bottle on the counter and tipped it towards you before leaning in. As soon as your lips met, your hands went to his hair, playing with the curls. Even though you were surrounded by your peers, you felt like you were the only two people in the room. You went to lift yourself up on the counter, but Eddie twisted around so he was leaning against the countertop.

Your hands moved underneath his shirt and he tugged you closer, mouthing against your neck. 

“Eddie,” you laughed, getting shy and pulling away. “Eddie!” His mouth was still open, as were his eyes. While he was kissing you, his eyes were trained on his friend in the living room, who was preoccupied with a boy herself. His eyes snapped to you and he knew he had been caught.

“Uh-”

“What, did you need a better view?” you slammed your palms against his chest and he tried to grab your hands, but you ripped them away. 

“Sweetheart-”

“No,” you snapped, spinning around and storming away. You thought you’d be able to get through the party despite your nerves and apprehension, and that Eddie’s presence along with your friends’ would keep you safe. The day was horrible from the beginning, you should have just stayed in bed.

“Woah, woah, what’s happening?” Robin and Nancy saw you fly by and followed, despite you holding up your hand to keep them at bay.

The cool night air shocking your system and your high emotions became too much to handle, and your breath became shallow. You were shocked to see that Chrissy had followed them outside.

“I’m okay, I’m fine,” you calmed your friends, although your shaky voice gave you away. 

“Look, it’s fine, I’m going to go inside, call Steve, and we’ll be on our way home in five minutes,” Robin said, going to rush back into the house. 

“No, I don’t want to ruin the night,” you shook your head. “I just need a minute, I promise,” you said, but their watchful eyes weren’t leaving you for a second, not even blinking.

“Want me to go find Eddie? Is he still finishing his deal?” Chrissy asked. They saw how your eyes went dark and your panic turned to rage. “Okay, not Eddie.”

“Chrissy?” The four of you turned around and saw the boy you had all just become acquainted with, the one that was dancing with Chrissy. “Are you ladies okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” she smiled. “You said you drove here, right?”

“DD tonight,” he nodded. “Are you sure you’re alright, do you need me to take you somewhere?”

“Let’s go home,” Chrissy nodded, taking your hand. You understood why Eddie liked her. They were two peas in a pod: protective.

“Can you go tell Eddie?” you asked Nancy.

“Tell Eddie what?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. “Are you okay?” He was looking around at the four of you, but his eyes stopped when they locked with yours. You felt like he was looking right into your heart, and could see that it was hurting.

“We’re going home,” Robin said, maybe the most assertive you had ever heard her. 

“Alright, let’s go,” he swept his arm out so you would all start to walk to his car, but you stayed put.

“Bob is taking us home,” you told him.

“Rob,” he cleared his throat and corrected you. 

“No,” Eddie said. “I will take you all home.” Again, you all stood your ground. “Y/N,” he frowned at you.

“I will call you when I am cooled off and ready to talk,” you said, turning around and starting to walk away. You heard the scurried footsteps of your friends behind you, and a soft “Sorry, man” from Rob.

The ride home was silent, which you were thankful for. The energy was buzzing around you with everyone wanting to ask what happened and how they could help.

There was nothing they could do. You knew you had to talk to Eddie, but you didn’t want to have to do that. He was so perceptive of everyone and everything going on, but he didn’t take into account how his reactions to outside circumstances made you feel.

The following afternoon, you still weren’t ready to talk to Eddie. However, when your phone started to ring, you knew he was on the other end. You also knew that if you didn’t answer, he would probably show up.

“Hello?” you tried to hide the angry inflection in your voice, but it was impossible.

“Great, so the stranger you went home with didn’t murder you,” he bit across the line. It was from worry, it came from concern. 

“Yep,” you nodded. “I’m still not ready to talk to you, so I am going to hang up.” He should consider himself lucky that you were giving him that much of a notice instead of just ending the call.

“Babe, come on,” he sighed. You wanted to give in, and not have to tell him how hurt your ego was, but if you let the feelings fester, it would be so much more detrimental.

“Later,” you said. This time, you did not give him a warning, just hung the phone back up on the receiver. 

You were most confused that Eddie didn’t think this was a big deal. He was kissing you and looking at another girl. Pushing you to the side, again, to put his attention on someone else that didn’t need him. You couldn’t help but feel like you were falling through the cracks in his life, and it was soul crushing. He was number one for you, and you were low on the list of people he felt he needed to keep in line.

Eddie had to be in control. If he knew that everyone was okay and that he was a part of that, then he wouldn’t lose anyone. Everyone and everything would stay exactly how it was, which was good. He was so busy concerned with everyone else he didn’t realize that you were dipping under his radar, and treating you less and less like a girlfriend.

When the dust of your mind settled, and you knew the point you wanted to get across, you started walking to Eddie’s. He would be home now, you were sure. And if you needed to leave, then you could. You were going to be the one in control now.

You knocked on the front door, and it opened a moment later. Eddie had the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, the cord tangled around his wrist.

“I gotta go, okay?” he moved aside and you walked in, sitting in Uncle Wayne’s recliner. There needed to be some physical space between you two for the conversation to stick. You would both melt away if you were caressing or could look too deeply into each other’s eyes. “If you can’t get a ride, just call.” You heard the phone hang up and Eddie came into view in the small living room.

“Hi,” your voice was low. The last time you used it was on the phone with Eddie hours ago. He sat on the couch across from you and leaned his arms on his thighs, immediately starting to tap his foot.

“I am so angry at you, Y/N.” This was not how you expected the conversation to start. Groveling, sniveling, and begging was more in line. “You just left last night! With no explanation or no clue to where you were going. That guy doesn’t even go to our school, he could have been anyone!”

“What are you, my father?” you asked. “I don’t have to report my location to you, Eddie.” He scoffed, sending your blood pressure through the roof.

“I don’t care how pissed off you are, you can’t just do that. And taking our friends along with you? I mean, come on.” That was the last nail in his coffin.

“Oh, we want to talk about everyone else? How about how you walk Chrissy to her door like you just took her out on a date? Or how cute and cuddly you two looked walking in the hallway, whispering in each other's ears? Or how about how you were fucking looking at her when you were kissing me last night?” you stood up and were digging your fingernails into your palms, trying your hardest not to cry.

“Is that what you’re so mad about? Chrissy? We are friends, Y/N, she is doing everything she can to extend an olive branch to you,” he remained seated, hoping to bring down your energy level and contain the conversation.

“Oh my God, no,” you groaned, putting your hands over your face. He wasn’t absorbing a word you were saying. “You are so busy worrying about everyone else that you’re treating them like your girlfriend and me like someone you just met off the street.” Your breathing was getting heavier and your voice caught in your throat. It didn’t feel good to be saying these things, you didn’t want to hurt him, He needed to know how his actions were affecting you.

“What are you talking about? I am always looking out for you all and-”

“You’re supposed to be treating me special, Eddie!” Finally, it came out. You didn’t come with the intention of saying that, you weren’t even sure if you really knew that’s how you were feeling. “You care so deeply about everyone and I am left behind. Don’t let me keep you trapped in this relationship if you just want to be friends.” A tear rolled down your cheek as your deepest fears came to the surface.

“What? Y/N, no,” he got up and kneeled on the floor in front of you, grabbing your hands after you didn’t recoil away. You couldn’t meet his eyes, keeping your stare trained on his fingers slotted between yours. 

It was sad that you hadn’t felt this close to him in weeks. Every time you looked at him his eyes were trained on someone else. Dates were cut short to give someone a ride, meals were shared so no one spent their evening alone, and kisses were shared while he was looking at his gorgeous friend.

“I don’t know what to say,” he whispered.

“I just, I need a little more from you. Or just all of you every once in a while, you’re breaking yourself off into pieces to give to everyone and I get what’s left over,” you explained. Finally, you lifted your gaze to look at him, and he was listening along like you were telling him the secret to eternal life.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry. I’ve been horrible to you,” he sighed. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, everything that was making you upset was coming from how much he cared for other people.

“Eddie, you haven’t been horrible.”

“Look at the way I’ve been making you feel. I mean, I love you, and I haven’t been showing you,” he gripped your hands tighter. Your brain went on pause. 

He loved you? You two hadn’t spoken those words to each other yet. Eddie didn’t even realize what he had said, just kept rambling on with his apology. No matter how nervous you were to bring everything up to him, you were happy that you did. Even though there were a lot of times where actions spoke so much louder than words, Eddie’s acts of love for everyone in your lives didn’t diminish how he felt for you. 

Why had you ever doubted it in the first place? He brought you into his life so fully, letting you take up the space by his side. You learned about his D&D strategies, he was receptive to getting some help in school for maybe the first time ever, and he opened up to you. He didn’t need to make grand, sweeping gestures. The issue wasn’t the wonderful, selfless, enchanting things that he was doing for everyone; the issue was that you didn’t see the meaning in the small things he only did for you.

“-and maybe I just don’t know how to have friends. I’m still learning that and how to be an actual, real boyfriend. I’m sorry,” he said again. You didn’t say anything, just tugged his hands in your direction so he was close enough for you to kiss him.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, pulling away from his shocked face for just a second before going back towards him. You pressed your lips to his in quick succession, trying to get him to respond, but he was frozen.

“I’m confused,” he said once you had put more than an inch of space between you.

“I love how kind you are to everyone in your life, and I’m sorry that I didn’t understand. I love you,” you repeated.

“Jesus, that’s what I thought you said,” he was the one to surge forward this time, collecting you in his arms and moving you closer to the edge of the recliner you were still in. “I’m going to be better,” he promised.

“Me, too,” you brushed his hair out of his face tenderly, and he put his hands over yours again. “I know you weren’t trying to ignore me. You’re not built for that.” A blush reached his cheeks and grew down his neck. 

“No, I’m built just for you,” he said. The cheesiness of the line didn’t make you giggle like it normally would, because you believed it now with your entire heart. 

“Come on,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and going to his room that you had become familiar with. 

The sex you’d been having was fun and boisterous, you didn’t cross into emotional. That was another level you hadn’t reached yet, not until tonight. 

Eddie didn’t get the pleasure of taking off your first layer of clothing, you threw off your sweater while you were still in the doorway. 

“Let me,” he said when you brought your hands to the bottom hem of your t-shirt. You nodded and he slowly dragged the cotton up your torso, trying to keep eye contact with you until he got the neckline stuck on your necklace. The small blunder took the edge off of the seriousness in the mood, and you laughed until he freed you and you could see him again.

“There you are,” you breathed. He gave you a close-lipped smile, bashful. “My turn.” The hand-me-down flannel he had on was worn-in and impossibly soft. The buttons slipped through their holes like butter despite your shaking hands.

You sat down on the edge of his bed and started to untie the strings on his sweatpants. Eddie had been happy to continue picking them up everytime they dropped below his hips every minute, but he liked when you subconsciously tied and untied the bow when you were relaxing on the couch. 

While he was thinking of your gentle hands working the material, he felt them suddenly massaging over the bulge that was not so well hidden by his boxers. The cool air coming from his open window was the only thing stopping him from breaking out into a sweat once those hit the floor, too, and he was fully naked.

Your hand was slow, wanting everything to be as enjoyable as possible. This wasn’t drunk sex after a night with the band, this was making love. There was lube in the drawer, you bought a new tube last week, but you spit as graciously as you could onto your hand, getting the base of his shaft wet while your mouth worked on the rest. 

Unlike his voice, Eddie’s whining was high-pitched. Just as you had done for him earlier, he gently moved strands of hair off of your cheeks. He wasn’t concerned with them being in your way, he just wanted to look at you. He could only handle it for a minute.

“Baby, you gotta stop,” he said. You knew it, too, could feel the way his thighs were starting to shake and the amount of precum leaking out of him. He popped out of your mouth, and you were moving backwards on the bed so he could lay over you. The eye contact was intense while he worked on the button of your jeans, but it wasn’t scary. It felt safe.

“I love you,” he pressed the words into your mouth with his. The tension in your body had been displaced, and you were pliant against him. His tongue moved against yours with the same rhythm of where his hand found your chest. You sat up to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, but the moment Eddie was able to fit his hand between your back and the bed, he had already gotten it undone.

Normally, you would have made a comment about him having a suspicious amount of skill and he would have bit back, but the only thing coming out of your mouth was soft groans.

“Please, Eddie,” you begged. For what, you’re not entirely sure. You already had all of him, in any way that you wanted him. He would make sure that was never a doubt in your mind again.

He nodded, knowing what you meant even if you didn’t, and separated from you for just a moment to pull the denim off of your legs, turning them inside out in the process. You shimmied your underwear down your legs in what you were positive was extremely unsexy, but Eddie looked like it was the most R-rated thing he’d ever seen.

His knees hit the floor in front of you for a second time that day, but now instead of taking hold of your hands, he gripped your ankles and hooked them over his shoulders. Chapped lips sponged your thighs equally until there was nothing left to kiss but the middle, and Eddie didn’t hesitate for a second.

You sucked in a breath as his tongue began to wiggle it’s way between your soft folds. One hand was placed on your stomach, keeping you pinned gently to the bed, and the other was sneaking unsuspectingly to join his mouth. 

“Oh,” your eyes almost went to the back of your head while Eddie’s were on your face. He tried not to smile, because then he’d have to stop suckling on your clit. Somehow, he was able to apply the same exact pressure as his fingers swiping inside of you, unnecessarily getting you ready for him. There were times when you loved the sting that a lack of foreplay allowed, but his confession relaxed you that you knew he would meet no hesitation.

The both of you could sense that there couldn’t be another minute before you were fully connected, so Eddie made his way back up your body while you reached over to grab a condom from the value box he had gotten.

“It’s a good investment,” he had said when you first saw it, and he was right. 

He ripped the packet open with his teeth and shoved his fingers inside much less gently than he had with you. Your feet gently ran up and down his legs, needing to be close to him.

“Okay,” he said softly, leaning over you. His weight was on one arm, while the other snaked between you where you couldn’t see. When the tip of his cock was brought to your entrance, you felt like you were an opposing magnet, being heaved to him.

There wasn’t a hiss, a groan, or a whimper when he pushed into you. You were both relieved, but looking right at each other was all-consuming. 

“I love you,” Eddie said, hand that was not supporting him finding a resting place right under the curve of your breast.

“I love you,” you rubbed your nose against his cheek, breaking the spell of his eyes and finally feeling all of the sensation he was bringing.

Slowly, his hips dragged back and forth. You tried to match him but his leg pressed firmly to yours, telling you to stop. He would take care of you.

Nothing had ever felt like this before, so secure and pure. The earth could have opened up beneath you and you don’t think you would have noticed.

“So good,” you nodded, pleasure shooting through your entire body. Eddie didn’t need the assurance, he could feel your body pulling him in. Which was why he was confused when you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away.

You really just wanted to flip him over, but when he figured your plan out he maneuvered you so you were in his lap while he sat up. His arms were hugging you close, your chests pressed against one another while you were both trying to adjust to the new position and how deeper Eddie felt.

“Alright?” he asked.

“Perfect,” you nodded, hips starting to twitch with the want to move. You started to move, forcing Eddie to soften his grip on you. He couldn’t hold himself up without losing focus on not finishing this too early, so he allowed himself to flop onto his back. The feeling of your nails instantly digging into his pecs made him think you were nearing the end as well.

“I’m going to cum soon,” he grunted out, not having the mental capacity to have more eloquence. You didn’t either, apparently, because you just grabbed one of his hands and started to rub your clit using his finger.

“Come on, Love,” you panted, and Eddie spilled into the rubber a moment later. The feeling of him throbbing inside of you was what you needed to tip over the edge, and both of your heads went fuzzy with pleasure.

When you returned to clarity, Eddie had a tear coming from each eye. You wiped them away with your thumbs and leaned down to cement it all with a kiss. 

“No,” you complained when he gently rolled you onto your side and pulled out of you. He just nodded and kissed you sweetly.

Another word wasn’t spoken for a few minutes. He threw away the condom, and then you took his place in the bathroom to wipe yourself down. He held out a long shirt for you from his drawer and he slipped into clean boxers. You clicked on his radio while he started to pick up and fold your clothes.

You had no clue how you were so blind to his love.

After smoothing over his comforter, you shuffled onto the bed, knowing he’d join you the moment you opened your arms for him. He patted the small pile of your clothes and crawled beside you, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re my favorite person,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel that way.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out. You didn’t deserve that,” you swallowed thickly, the heaviness of your earlier words seeping through your bliss.

“No more apologies,” he decided and you agreed. After a minute of silent hugging, he spoke again. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you I loved you, you know.” You grinned, a bit of spark coming back into the energy.

“Oh? So you didn’t just blurt it out so I would forgive you and have sex with you?” you teased. 

“Of course not,” he laughed, rubbing your arm. “I was going to do something big.”

“Like what? Get the marching band to serenade me? Spell it out in cigarettes?”

“I was thinking take flight lessons and write it in the sky. That way you couldn’t deny it,” he said.

“I would never,” you said, turning to face him. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Thank god.”

[babygirl-diaz]

Whatever you do don't imagine Tommy suddenly going into heat on a 24 hour shift and trying to fight/ignore it till he gets home. By the time he gets home he can barely make it through the doorway before he falls to his knees whimpering and Buck (and with Eddie if they are all together in this one too) comes running to him worried and can smell he's in heat before he gets to him. He helps him to the sofa first soothing him and assuring him it's going to be okay while Tommy is apologizing about not telling him about it ahead of time which Buck (or with Eddie ) keeps telling him he doesn't have anything to be sorry about. If Eddie is also with them maybe it's Tommy's first heat since all 3 started their relationship?

I am so sorry for such a late reply! I was inspired to write a fanfic based on this because I definitely imagined it hehe

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It was so sudden that Tommy didn't even have time to prepare, mostly because he didn't get heats. He was at that age where his heats were dying down, and he barely got them anymore. But then, one moment he was flying out a patient to the ER, and then the next, he felt warm under his collar. He tried ignoring it but the warmth spread to the rest of his body. Thankfully, he was back on the ground when the slick started running down his thighs inside his flight suit. But he pushed through. He got his Captain to let him stay on the ground and help with the calls.

"Tommy, you're in a heat, you should really go home," Lucy said catching up with him.

"I'm not in a heat. I don't get them anymore," Tommy insisted and gained a raised eyebrow from his colleague and fellow omega. "Okay, so maybe I'm in a heat. But I can't go home. I only have 2 hours to go."

"No one will think less of you if you went home, Tommy. Besides, here you're on your own, there at least you have Buck and Eddie," Lucy pointed out.

Tommy knew Lucy was right but he went through the rest of his 24-hour shift anyway. By the time he finished, he was a complete mess. He was shivering and wet and just wanted his partners to take care of him.

When Tommy got home, let himself in and collapsed on his knees near the door.

"Tommy!"

Tommy's partners came running to him and got down on the floor next to him. He felt Eddie's gentle hand on his cheek and let out a soft moan.

"Baby, you're burning up," Eddie pointed out.

"I'm burning up for you, baby?" Tommy said jokingly and gained a disapproving look from Eddie.

"Good to see your sense of humor is intact in the middle of your heat," Evan pointed out. "How long have you been in a heat?"

Tommy's partners helped him to his feet and brought him over to the couch, having him lie down.

"Since this morning," Tommy admitted. "But I don't get heats so that's why I ignored it!"

"Hate to break it to you, baby, but you're in a damn heat," Eddie said shaking his head.

"I'm sorry," Tommy apologized. "I should have come home sooner. Or I should have told the two of you."

Eddie placed a hand on his cheek. "Hey, it's okay," he assured him.

"Yeah, baby, you have nothing to be sorry about," Evan chimed in.

"Yeah, but if I had come home sooner then I wouldn't be such a mess," Tommy replied. "I'm sorry, guys. Please forgive me."

"Shhhh..." Eddie stroked his cheek again. "It's okay, we've got you, baby."

"You guys know what this means, right?" Evan asked.

Tommy and Eddie looked at each other, confused, before looking at Evan.

"What are you talking about?" Tommy asked.

"Since we got together, this is your first heat that Eddie will spend with you," Buck replied excitedly.

Tommy gave Eddie a smile, which Eddie returned fondly. He reached out to touch Tommy's cheek again. "We'll take good care of you, babyboy."

Oh, Tommy knew they would.

[livsoulsecrets]

BuckTommy Fic - I want the luck of a quiet love

@bucktommyweek Prompt: Day 3 - Bad Weather Days (mental or literal)

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of homophobia and homophobic slurs

Summary: Buck’s dealing with Gerrard’s presence by keeping everything bottled up. Tommy helps him unwind.

“Sometimes I feel like the whole world is trying to tell me who I should be and how I should act.”

“Not the whole world,” Tommy countered, cradling Evan’s face between his hands. “I want you to be exactly who you are, Evan Buckley.”

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The thing about Evan that never failed to surprise Tommy was that he was an open book.

No emotion was guarded, not truly. It was all there, plastered across his face.

When he was happy, his eyes wrinkled, and his smile took over half his face. When he was sad, the tears trailed down his reddened cheeks without shame.

But when he was mad, it was usually quiet for a while before the dam broke.

Evan was mad a lot these days. Tommy could see it in the tense line of his shoulders—he could feel it under his fingers when he undid the knots across his back.

There was anger simmering inside him, and Tommy knew it was the only thing holding back the sadness. He was angry for Bobby’s removal from the 118 and his replacement for Gerrard, for Mara being taken away from Hen and Karen, for Chris being gone, and for the effect it had on Eddie.

Tonight, though, his anger felt different—more tangible, no longer a mere coverup for the losses Evan had faced. Not even the hot shower and Tommy’s hands dancing across his spine had dispersed it.

Tommy knew that type of anger well enough. He had been on the other side of it. He had come home after a bad shift with the feeling of failure hanging heavy on his shoulders, and Evan’s presence had been the only thing keeping him together in the aftermath.

In the darkness of Evan’s room, with his boyfriend draped over his chest, Tommy asked quietly, “Did something happen today?”

Evan remained quiet for a moment, then mumbled, “I feel like everything has been happening lately.”

Tommy didn’t take the diversion for what it was, but he also didn’t push for Evan to share more.

In the quietness that followed, Evan rolled away from his arms and sat up on the bed. Tommy followed suit, sitting cross-legged across from Evan, who was supporting himself against the headboard.

Evan tapped his fingers against his own thigh before he faced Tommy again. “It’s Gerrard.”

Tommy bristled at that, trying his best to control the anger that rose within him at the mere mention of that name.

Evan’s voice was quiet as he went on, and Tommy missed the usual enthusiasm that always laced Evan’s words. He had once ranted to Tommy about the foundation of the United States Postal Service with so much passion that Tommy had smiled every time he went to pick up his mail for weeks.

He hated Gerrard for plenty of justified reasons, and he could add one more to the list now.

“He had been treating me like I was just like him at first. Cracking his stupid jokes and bragging about the rescues he pulled when he was my age, and I just wanted to run him over with one of the trucks, but Hen had told me we needed to be at our best behavior to help Bobby get back, so I tried. I really tried, Tommy.”

Evan ran a hand through his hair, and continued, “He definitely noticed I didn’t think the sun came out of his ass after the first few days. So, at least I didn’t need to deal with him trying to take me under his wing this last week.”

“That never needs well, trust me,” Tommy agreed.

Evan chuckled and then added, “It was around the end of the shift today—which had been hell—and he told one of the probies, Morris, to clean up the trucks.”

Evan stalled for a moment, seeming to brace himself for what he was going to say next. “When Morris left, I got up and said I’d go help just so I could have some excuse to get away from that asshole. That’s when Gerrard told me to sit down, ‘cause the fairy probie was going to take care of it.”

Tommy cringed, more than capable of envisioning Gerrard’s voice spitting out the most absurd of things in its disturbingly nonchalant tone.

“I’m so sorry you had to hear that. And for the probie too,” Tommy reached out and took Evan’s hand, playing with his fingers. He hoped that could offer his boyfriend some comfort. “What happened then?”

“I told him we fairies needed to stick together,” Evan murmured, a grin pulling at the sides of his perfect mouth.

Tommy couldn’t help it. He laughed, a full-body giggle that released the tension he had been holding within himself since Evan began his tale.

“And I assume he didn’t love the response.”

“I didn’t stick around to see it, to be honest,” Evan shrugged, “but I got a good look at his face before I left. There was this disdain in his eyes—this blind hatred that I had never seen before. It’s so stupid to say it, but I felt like I was the one in the wrong there for a second.”

“You weren’t. Of course you weren’t.”

“I know that, but I don’t think I feel it yet. No one has ever looked at me like that. Not even my mom when she was furious, and, trust me, she has been furious with me a lot.”

Tommy opened his mouth, then closed it again. He wasn’t entirely sure where to start unpacking all of that, but he figured Evan needed him to listen more than he needed him to talk right now.

“It was different with Gerrard, though. He wasn’t angry at me for doing something stupid and getting hurt. He decided right there that he hated me because of who I am. I think it was the first time it happened to me. Hen had told me about how he was and what he was capable of, but it’s different when it’s happening in the present, right in front of your eyes…”

Evan stared at his lap. “I feel like an idiot. I can’t believe I let him get in my head.”

Tommy shook his head, tugging on Evan’s hand to get his full attention. “Let’s not go there. It’s not your fault Gerrard gets out of bed every day with his mind set on making everyone’s lives a living hell. You stood up for yourself, and for Morris. I’m proud of you for that. I do think, though, you need to be very careful these next few days, and not let him hurt you, because he’ll try.”

Evan hanged on to his every world, like a man adrift at sea who needed a way home. Tommy hoped he didn’t make them both sink.

His boyfriend leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. Evan muttered against his lips, “Thank you.”

When he pulled away, Evan said, “I hate that he got under my skin. I’m still adjusting to so much, and sometimes I feel like the whole world is trying to tell me who I should be and how I should act.”

“Not the whole world,” Tommy countered, cradling Evan’s face between his hands. “I want you to be exactly who you are, Evan Buckley.”

Evan dropped his forehead against Tommy’s and let out an exhausted sigh. “And who is that, Tommy?”

“The type of man who doesn’t let people like Gerrard prey on the weak. I’d give anything to have the bravery you had today, back when I was in the 118. You fight for what you believe in, and what you believe in is kindness. How could I want you to be anything other than exactly that?”

Evan stayed very quiet for a moment and backed away a bit to take a good look at Tommy’s face.

“God, I love you,” he uttered.

Tommy’s mouth fell open in a quiet gasp, unsure if he had heard what he thought he heard.

Before he could confirm, Evan grabbed his face and kissed him.

It was a mess of hands, tongue, and teeth, as Tommy felt himself being pushed into the bed and Evan’s body covering his own.

Like that kiss Evan planted on his lips when he walked into the hospital for Chim and Maddie’s wedding, this one spelled out all the emotions Evan couldn’t put into words.

And Tommy took them in stride, like he always did and always would. He’d take anything Evan gave him because he was a miracle, and Tommy would be a fool to deny him anything he wanted.

“I love you so much,” Evan said again, and there was no room for doubt now.

When Evan’s brain caught up with what he said, his eyes widened, and he planted his hands on each side of Tommy’s head to push himself off him in a frenzy, but Tommy laced a hand through his waist and pulled him closer again.

“I love you too, Evan.”

“You do?” He asked in awe, like Tommy would ever lie about that.

“So much,” Tommy said, and kissed him again for good measure.

“I can’t believe I just said I love you to you for the first time in the middle of a rant about freaking Gerrard,” Evan grunted, dropping his head to Tommy’s shoulder.

“That might be the one good thing this man has ever done for me,” he mused, lifting Evan’s head from its hiding spot, “so I’ve got no complaints.”

Evan laughed, and it sounded more genuine this time.

“We’ll figure this out. I don’t know how, but we will. Gerrard will not be there forever. Things’ll get better,” Tommy told him, and found that he actually believed in it.

For all the things Evan had changed by coming into his life, Tommy had never expected he’d turn into an optimist.

“I know. He was kicked out once. We’ll get him again,” Evan agreed.

He then propped his head atop Tommy’s chest, his hand tracing Tommy’s chin while the other traveled down.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and it should have looked ridiculous, but that was Evan. Tommy found everything he did endearing.

“Now, can we forget that man exists for the rest of the night? I have better ideas of what to do with our time.”

“Do tell me,” Tommy said, a bit breathless.

Evan did. And Tommy followed him easily, as he was starting to suspect he would do for the rest of his life.

[gasping-ghostzes]

Back on my 9-1-1 grind! So here is my little info dump of what’s going on was of the most recent episode!!!

CW: for mentions and details of suicide

1- Bobby,

This man was literally plotting his suicide this episode, or more like acting on it? But first, when he handed in his resignation, I didn’t realise it until thinking about it after the episode finished, but that was his way of preparing the 118 of his absence. Him retiring and having the LAFD be able to replace him with another captain wouldn’t be seen as suspicious especially given his age (no shade to him ❤️) but also just what he’s been thru in recent years. Like the moments of him interacting with the characters one on one and giving them little bits of unjudgmental advice and praise really kind of confirmed it. Also the part where Buck thanks him, and he’s like “it’s been my pleasure kid”, just seemed so off to me, not that it’s outside of Bobby’s character to say that, but the scene of it playing out… u could tell shit was gonna get bad

2- Hen!

I clocked it the moment I saw the lady on screen and the moment Mara and Denny was like “oh yeah, our mums r gonna adopt Mara!” And I could just tell that this lady was gonna pull her strings to stop that from happening! But also, to me, the things that was used as evidence as to why Hem and Karen shouldn’t be allowed to adopt Mara was such blatant bias. Like I know that Hen hasn’t been known to always follow the rules, but she done it with the intent and knowledge that doing it will give her patients a fighting chance, more of a chance than letting them die because she was too strict on following the rules.

3- Eddie…

So, Edmundo? Yeah he needs to go get proper help…

However, ppl saying that his love of Shanon is out of character completely, aren’t thinking about what we know about Eddie hard enough. One, he only got married to Shanon because he got her pregnant and it was advised by his church that it’s the right thing to do… but it was the same with Shanon, she was pregnant and likely had been given thw same advice. But they were both decently young when Christopher was born, so the fact that they held their religion values so close, may have been the reason they never wanted a divorce even after having a more than clear dysfunctional life. But after Shanon died, Eddie never had that option Yknow? Like when Shanon left, there was likely always a part of him that knew she’d come back around eventually because she and him both felt slightly obligated to do so, but that didn’t mean they didn’t live each other, it was just more than dysfunctional. So her death, to him was a permanent state of her never being able to come back for him and Chris to have closure and never continue the attempts of having the average family experience.

Two, Him seeing Kim, a woman who looks like his previous first love, and wanting to have some sort of relationship with her is unhealthy, but it makes sense… he’s claimed to be a “nester” and that’s what he does, so seeing a woman who looks exactly like what he envisioned as who he would “nest” with since he was young, was more than likely triggering.

Three, him never gaining that closure from Shanon and instead wanting to find it in Kim now means he’s able to live a literal delusion. One where he doesn’t exactly acknowledge that what they had was dysfunctional (ignore the word, I can’t find another to describe them accurately) and one where he can “fix” his mistakes. I think the only reason he misses Shanon and speaks of her so highly is because she was as close to a normal life he could get…

Like from what we knew about his life growing up, it definitely wasn’t the best. So him getting to fix that aspects and making sure to give Christopher better childhood. So him having this average, perfect marriage would’ve definitely been apart of him fabricating this perfect life that He, Christopher and Shanon all had is his way of coping how the majority of his life has been uncontrollable. Like Kim coming back with a new hair cut and style only made that fantasy worse. To him that’s not Kim, that’s a Shanon with the dysfunction, cause more than likely, Eddie didn’t tell Kim exactly how him and Shanon worked…

So seeing Kim as Shanon, a version of Shanon who has no “memory” of who she and Eddie were both separate and together was basically his shot at getting a second chance… which I know he isn’t gonna exactly convince himself that Kim is literally Shanon, but that’s not gonna stop him from projecting this skewed and inaccurate version of Shanon he wanted and needed in Kim

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

"Cursed" was Buck's version of Eddie's "Jinxed" - the sperm donation is Buck's Ana

Well, peeps, we knew it was coming but they're actually doing it. They're going for it. They literally have moved the Eddie piece into place and this episode made it perfectly clear. We called it, they got him into position and he is looking towards the "future", specifically his.

We remember back in 4x06 certain things occurring for Eddie and how a few things that happened in that episode panned out (like seeing Ana again).

And they decided to perfectly parallel certain events from that episode in this one to not only close out Eddie's story from Jinxed but to also show us just how far he's come since then.

Parallel #1:

"Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am"

Ending 118 scene for 6x07: "That's all she wrote" "Why is it never 'all he wrote'?" "I don't make the rules."

Both of these scenes parallel each other with Hen mentioning how the usual sayings tend to revolve around one particular gender. This time though, in 6x07, Buck and Eddie are out of the conversation; it only happens with Chim. Chim who knows better than to argue with Hen.

Parallel #2:

"Sorry, guys, I already have plans."

118 ending scene in 6x07: Hen: "Shift's over. Let's go and get some real food." Buck: "I can't. I have a donation to make."

While Athena is the only one not in the loop regarding Buck's decision at this point, they literally had it be Buck this time who can't make it, paralleling it to Eddie's inability to make it back in 4x06. Buck has no clue what Eddie is talking about back in 4x06 nor does the 118, only Bobby. Hen is the only one who knows the full details about Buck's decision (also the parallel of being given advice/a talking to by someone they view in a somewhat parental role: Bobby for Eddie; Hen for Buck; this is why we didn't see a talk between Buck and Bobby yet now that he knows btw), the 118 now knows what he's doing and so he is open and announces it (though he doesn't want Athena to know just yet). Not to mention the post-mortem of the fake firefighter thing took place at breakfast minus Eddie though he had a connection to the whole thing (and it was about him). The post-mortem for Felisa's stalker took place before Buck leaves.

Parallel #3:

Eddie has a stand-in character in each episode: Brian and Felisa. Both represent where Eddie is presently at and what he's currently struggling with. The only difference is in 6x07, Felisa also represents Buck a bit as well with what Buck is currently experiencing. (no coincidence that once Buck touches the bracelet, Connor and Kameron show up at the firehouse to ask him why he hasn't done the donation yet & then the 118 finds out)

Parallel #4:

6x07: In the opening breakfast scene for the 118, Eddie mentions how Buck is living in the "age of absolutely".

Buck is still rushing headfirst into the future and he's determined to do it bigger, brighter, and better than before. In 4x06, he had become Buck 3.0, a "kindler, gentler" version of himself. In 6x07, he's doing everything he can to ensure his sperm count is high and his donation will be the strongest and healthiest it can be.

Parallel #5:

"Sometimes you gotta move on."

In 6x07 in the ending scene, Eddie calls Abuela to say hello and playing along, asks her what the curandera says about his future.

Eddie has always treaded lightly when it comes to the future, sometimes being downright afraid of it. In 4x06, he's not ready to move on but gets a kick in the pants from Eddie to get back out there in the form of Ana. In 6x07, we see that he has fully embraced the idea of his future (which is what closes out the Jinx story line for him past the Ana breakup) by the shot of him asking that question while smiling (obviously making peace with Abuela's beliefs), looking at Christopher in front of him who is looking forward, and the camera then focuses on Christopher. Christopher has always been the future/in the future. While he didn't care for Eddie dating at first, he eventually embraced the idea once he found out it was Ana. He embraced Buck and the 118 (still part of Eddie's future) right away. The difference this time around is that Eddie and Christopher are right where they need to be in relation to their story line as a family. Christopher will obviously always be Eddie's heart and his first priority, but Eddie is now also living for himself and making his own decisions. So he's ready for whatever the future entails, and by showing us Christopher in that shot, it also shows us that he's ready, too.

Parallel #6:

Eddie was given two Latina characters in each story line: Ana Flores and Felisa Valdez.

Ana was a love interest that ended up not working out in the end, but her last name Flores indicated that her journey with Eddie was going to help open him up in some way (especially when we saw their meeting back in 3x15). And in a way it did, because the panic attacks started while he was with her, which unfortunately led to his breakdown, which then led to his healing.

Felisa is not a love interest; she's an actual stand-in for Eddie himself. That's why he feels connected to her and identifies with her so much. He knows exactly how she feels. Watching that beach scene in 6x07, you might start to think is it possible they're setting something up here, but Eddie's dialogue as well as Felisa's quickly give the scene context to be something different: a showcase to the audience of Eddie's progress and that he is in the right place to move forward. It's a goodbye to the Eddie we've known before. New era!Eddie Diaz is here. And funnily enough, Felisa's name (another 'F' involved) means happy. Meeting her was also essential to his journey, even if it was only for this very last part of it.

Parallel #7:

4x06: Eddie and Athena not believing in the jinx while Buck, Bobby, Hen, and Chim all do.

6x07: Eddie and Athena not believing in curses (though Eddie questions it himself for a minute, though not in the same way the other characters do) while Buck, Bobby, Hen, and Chim all do.

Parallel #8:

Buck unintentionally outs Eddie to the 118. Buck unintentionally outs himself to the 118.

Parallel #9 (they did this even right down to the props):

In 6x07 ending 118 scene Buck has a water bottle in his hand while everyone else is snacking, before they break apart & Buck declines.

And they did it with coffee, too:

Ana gets burned by spilled coffee; she and Eddie agree to no coffee on their date &:

(they could have been eating or drinking something else in the above scene) & Buck is not having any coffee or other food other than the alfalfa smoothies.

That's just a few but they purposely called back to 4x06 to show us how far Eddie had come since then, how the universe is now screaming at Buck about the sperm donation, and how this will kick in his own journey into a future that's right for him.

We all already been knew but this episode verified it. Eddie's in position for the next chapter; Buck still has to get there.

And even further verification is the two titles mentioned from Felisa's body of work. Eddie sees the poster on the wall for a movie/show of a medical romance between two doctors: "What the Heart Wants" which features the tag line "Saving Lives. Saving each other." Now considering that Felisa is a stand in for Eddie, we now see just how closely tied Eddie's and Buck's stories are tied (now minus the Christopher factor in addition to their family unit), and it's two people in love in the same line of work, the clock ticking on when Buddie goes canon has officially started. Especially when Felisa mentions her next movie "When Time Stops" where her character didn't feel anything because she was cut in half and Chim pipes up with "I saw that one." And what happened to Chim last season when Maddie left? And how often is Buddie paralleled to Madney in the show? Plus:

"Saving Lives"

"Saving Each Other"

Not to mention:

"That one's mine."

It's all laid out for us. They're getting Buck ready to travel the Buddie roadmap now to get to where he needs to be, just like they did with Eddie. So expect some major Buck angst and heartbreak this season, especially regarding the sperm donor decision. Eddie was jinxed but not anymore. Buck is cursed but hopefully won't be for long. The universe was screaming at him but he "refused to listen". And we all know what occurs when that happens.

Plus they didn't need to parallel this for Buck and Eddie's separate stories if they weren't going there but they did because that's exactly where it's headed.

It's coming, people. They pretty much said it in this episode.

[storiesbyrhi]

Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 9: Halloween

Eddie Munson x Chubby!Reader 6680 words Series Masterlist

Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium; 2 - Carrie; 3: Honey; 4: Starcourt; 5: Buzzkill; 6: Monsterous; 7: Prizes; 8: Interlude

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; porn magazines; smut; reference to suicide (specifically Virginia Woolf’s); no beta; grief/mourning; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: ♫ Boys and girls of every age. Wouldn’t you like to see something strange? ♫ Nah, but it is the spooky season and that means two things: softness and smut.

Author’s Note: So, turns out I've been writing the school year as they run in Australia (Semester 1 runs from January to June, Semester 2 from July to December). But in the US, the school year isn’t the same as the calendar year; the end of the academic year is around May/June… so… Yikes. I can’t change it now so we will have to just pretend the US is the same as Australia. Sorry and thank you.

The Jack-o-lanterns were sat on a line of broken bar stools, plastic outdoor chairs, and other trash nobody at Forest Hills had ever bothered to take to the dump. Eddie had come home with them the night prior, pupils blown and a manic grin on his face. 

It had been almost midnight when Eddie had ducked out after someone called the trailer looking to score. It was worth the drive, financially speaking, so he’d kissed you in your sleep and disappeared into the night. When he got back, you were bundled up on the couch on the porch.

“Angel, what are you doing up?”

“Woke up and you were gone,” you’d said, voice sleepy as you got up and let him help you jump from the porch. He kissed you deeply.

“Sorry, bub. Just made a couple hundred bucks though. And look at this,” he’d said too eager to show you all the Jack-o-lanterns piled in the back of his van, wax dripping from some.

“Where… did you get those?”

“Stole them. From Jason Carver and his bougie neighbours.”

The next morning, he’d lined up them up and called Jeff, Gareth, and Gene. Only Jeff was free, asking if he could bring Esther.

You sat next to Esther in a couple of fold-out camping chairs, drinking Dr Pepper and watching the boys smash the pumpkins with an old baseball bat.

“Why are boys like this?” Esther had asked you.

“I thought maybe it was just Hawkins that did it to them? Like, nothing better to do than dumb shit?”

“Oh, no, babe. They’re like this everywhere.”

Esther was kind, funny, and fit into the group of lost sheep well. However, she wasn’t so lost herself, but actually very fucking cool. You were sure if she had wanted to try out for cheer, she would have made the team. But when she transferred mid-year, started dating Jeff and sitting at the Hellfire table, she showed no interest in being friends with the cool kids. You knew it pissed Hayley off. Esther was the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen.

“We can hear you, you know?” Eddie said, pointing the bat at you. “You tellin’ me you don’t want a go? That this is too dumb for you?”

You smiled at your boyfriend and shook your head.

“Here’s the thing about me,” Esther said, standing and taking the bat from Eddie. “I’m happy to admit when I’m a hypocrite. This is dumb boy shit. But… when in Rome.” She took a swing and the bat hit the pumpkin with such force that it exploded entirely. Eddie started to laugh hysterically and Jeff pulled her into a kiss.

“Come on. Have a go,” Eddie said as he came over, leaning down and holding a hand on each arm of the chair. He kissed the tip of your nose.

Giving in to the peer pressure, you took the bat from Esther, who had pushed Jeff into her chair and perched herself on his lap. “You got this, girl,” she encouraged.

Eddie put a fresh Jack-o-lantern on a stool and came to stand next to you. He lowered his voice and leaned in close. “This orange motherfucker is meant for you, angel. I swiped it from Andy’s.” Eddie kissed your cheek and stepped away from you, giving you space.

Deep breath in, and long breath out, you held the bat up and swung hard. Andy’s pumpkin caved in and went flying, breaking into chunks in the air. Jeff, Esther, and Eddie all cheered.

After leaving the pumpkin pieces for the trailer park animals, you all drove into town for lunch at the diner. It felt like a double date, which was something you used to dream about. It seemed like such a lovely and special and awesome thing. As you sat in a window booth, Eddie’s arm around you while you fed each other fries and listened to Esther tell you stories about Chicago, her weird scientist dad and the top-secret job that brought him to Hawkins, you discovered it was lovely, special, and awesome

…

Summer had ended, ushering in the Halloween hues and crunchy leaves of Fall. Senior year was moving at a snail’s pace, but the finish line was in sight with final exams only a month and a bit away.

When Eddie was at Hellfire or band practice, you were doubling down on studying, determined to do well. All the colleges you had applied for demanded a certain level of academic success, and nothing was going to stop you from getting the hell out of Hawkins.

You and Eddie hadn’t spoken about what would come after high school. Eddie was on track to graduate, so in theory, he could leave the haunted small town too. The fear that ran through you when you thought about asking him if he would, if he would come with you, was paralysing. What if he said no? What if he wouldn’t leave Wayne? What if it was the end of you and Eddie? So, you entirely ignored anything post 1986. You didn’t know if it was on purpose, but Eddie was doing the same.

To be entirely honest, you weren’t even sure if Eddie knew which colleges you had applied for. He would be stupid to think you hadn’t applied at all, but you couldn’t remember ever mentioning it. You felt like there would be an undoing at some point, but that point was not now, so it didn’t matter. Eddie’s philosophy of mindfulness, living in the moment, was certainly rubbing off on you.

For the first time in a long time, you had a little more pep in your step. Zest for life. All that anti-emo bullshit. It did mean, however, that you were genuinely excited for Halloween and all the spooky fun that went with it.

“What do you mean you’ve been to Jason’s parties before?” you asked, the image of Eddie anywhere near a basketballer’s house not able to even form in your mind.

“You wouldn’t believe how much people pay for shit at those things,” Eddie said. “Trick is to rock up at the right time. Just as the shitty beer is running out, but before anybody sobers up. I can overcharge and they’ll buy anything,”

“I have never seen you at one.” You didn’t make the cheer squad in your Freshmen year, which in hindsight could have been when you really committed to losing baby weight and to demonising food. When you made the squad in Sophomore year, it felt like the start of something good. Being a cheerleader granted you invites to Jason’s big Halloween parties. That year and Senior year though, you definitely didn’t see Eddie there.

“You didn’t go wandering down the garden path and into the shadows looking to score though, did you?”

You shook your head. “Did Jason know?”

“Probably. Where else would it be coming from? Can’t start a fight with the only supplier willing to risk holding in that part of town. Crawling with cops and neighbourhood watches,”

“A begrudging symbiotic relationship,” you joked.

“Yep. But, not this year. Fuck ‘em. They can find someone else. We’ve got better things to do, yeah?”

Gene’s parents were going to Nashville for a wedding, leaving an empty house over the Halloween weekend. His parents weren’t worried; Gene wasn’t really the type to throw a rager. They imagined the worse that could happen was someone would spill bong water on the carpet or drip wax on the good buffet. Those Hellfire sessions needed mood lighting, after all.

It was Gene’s last chance at a little infamy, Senior year and all that. He spent the week inviting pretty much anyone that wouldn’t be invited to Jason’s party to his own. Freaks. Geeks. Weirdos. And the formally invisible. By 10:30 pm on Halloween, the house was packed. You and Eddie, however, had not yet arrived.

Wayne had cooked an early dinner, saying something about needing to line your stomachs before hitting the bottles. He left soon after. “Where’s he going?” you’d asked Eddie as you washed the dishes and he dried.

“You know his mate John, the one that-”

“Just got divorced,” you finished. Wayne talked a lot about John, because John talked a lot about the divorce and how she moved back to Indy with the kids.

“Yeah. Wayne is going over to keep him company. You know, ‘cause the trick or treaters remind him of the kids and he’s gonna drink himself into oblivion if someone isn’t there to stop him,”

“Jeez. Wayne is like… an actual angel. Honestly.”

Eddie nodded. “Yep. Sayin’ that though, John’s buying the beers and steak, so it’s a win-win.”

You showered around 7:00 pm, sat in front of the mirror and did your makeup. It would take Eddie a lot longer to get ready, so you wanted time to help him. As you smudged brown eyeshadow along your face, giving the appearance of dirt, you started to feel it – that hot, uncomfortable sensation. Insecurity. Dissociation.

Leaving your hair for last, you tried on the costume like you had half a dozen times before. Now, too late to change your mind, you hated it. The pants pulled around your thighs, nothing like the character you were dressed as.

You hated it most when it was like that. Feeling ugly in the shitty lights of a change room was one thing. The chafing between your thighs and the self-consciousness of gym class was another expected, and gratefully over, thing. But when it surprised you like that. When you had already tried on the clothes. Seen your reflection. Thought of yourself one way. Then BAM. Hideous. Fat. Revolting. Out of fucking nowhere. Yeah, that was the worst one.

Before Eddie got out of the shower, you quickly changed back into sweatpants and a t-shirt, sitting down in front of the mirror.

Eddie came into the room, dripping water and barely holding the towel to cover himself. You’d been living with him for a couple of months by then, so you’d seen him naked, but it still made you blush.

“Alright,” he said, hitting play on the tape deck, then looking around the room for his costume. “Let’s do this thing. Where are my ears?” Eddie looked up at you and clocked it immediately. “What’s wrong?” he asked, coming over and kneeling next to you, taking your legs and hugging them.

There was no point in lying; he knew you too well. “I, um, I don’t know about the costume,” you admitted.

Eddie thought for a second. “Okay… Do you want to swap?”

You shook your head. “No. You look cute. I just…” Shrugging, you avoided eye contact with both your reflection and Eddie. “Esther says she’s not wearing a costume. She’s just bought a cute dress,”

“Yeah, but Jeff is pissy about it. Don’t tell her I told you, but he was suuuuper jealous when I said that we have matching costumes,” Eddie told you in that soft voice he used when you were sad.

“Did you tell him what we’re going as?”

“No. It’s a secret, right?”

“Yeah,” you replied, nodding. “It’s just… It’s the first time I haven’t fully hated myself in two years and maybe I should have gone as like, an angel or something?”

“Okay, first of all, you’re my angel, nobody else’s. Second of all, we’re way more original than that. But, I’ll do whatever you want, honest… but can I tell you something first?” Eddie asked.

You nodded; Eddie grinned, stood up, and started to pace. It was his awkward storytelling pace.

“The first time I saw you in that,” he started, pointing to your costume. “I almost jizzed myself,”

“Eddie!” you squealed, covering your face.

“Seriously. And with the props. Babe. You’re the dream girl. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. We’re gonna be the best dressed couple and everyone is gonna be soooooo jealous. And we’ll drink some of Gareth’s freakishly good pumpkin punch stuff and sneak into an empty room and you don’t even need to worry about what you look like in it, because I’m gonna have you out of it so quick.”

You laughed because he was ridiculous.

Eddie slipped his hands into his back pockets, looking at you with a toothy smile. “I promise. You’re an A-grade hottie… But I don’t want you to be… you know, uncomfortable. So, whatever you want.”

Chewing your lip, you looked back at the costume. Eddie watched you stand up and take off your sweat pants, step into your costume, pull it on, and zip it up.

“Those aliens don’t stand a fucking chance,” he said, crossing the room to grab you in a hug, kissing you. “I was like, 12 or 13 when it came out, you know? She might have been my first real crush. I’m not fucking with you when I say this is doing things for me,”

“Things?”

“Oh, you need me to be more explicit?” Eddie teased. “You were hiding at ‘jizzed,’ so I don’t know if you can handle more.”

You pouted dramatically. “I can,”

“Yeah? Can you handle… this?” He cradled the back of your head, moved you so your neck was exposed. Eddie nipped at your skin and made a dumb growling sound that made you laugh. “Whaaaaaat about this?” He unzipped the costume, pushing it front your shoulders and down.

It stopped being funny at that point and started being something else.

Eddie kissed down your chest, freeing you of your bra, then dropped to his knees in front of you. With your hand on his head to keep yourself steady, you let him slide your clothes and underwear off. Standing entirely naked in front of him made you feel infinitely hotter than the costume had.

“Baby,” he whispered, kissing the freckle under your belly button, then pushing his forehead against the softness of your belly. “I love you,”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

Since the night in the secret place, Eddie had spent a great deal of his time angling to get between your legs. He’d tasted you, heard you, felt you, and nothing else he spent his time on was as good as that. There was always studying for exams, Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin. The real high though, was you.

His mouth was on you fast, your legs shaking almost as quick. When you stumbled to move to the bed, lay down for him, Eddie shook his head. “No, no, stay here. Can you stay standing?” he mumbled. “Here,” he said, offering his hands as aids. You threaded your fingers through his, let him hold you up.

“Uh-huh.”

Naturally, your legs wanted to part for him but there was only so much you could do without stacking it. You had to let Eddie press his face into you entirely, had to let him work for it.

It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. When you whined out Eddie’s name, he looked up at you and grinned. “Come ‘ere,” he instructed, pulling one of your legs over his shoulders, wrapping an arm around it, keeping his other hand in yours still.

Better.

Like that, with him being not so much in front of, but under you, it felt like you were melting onto Eddie, into him. It felt dirty; you would have blushed but your mind was pop rocks in Coke.

As soon as you unlocked your knee to help you grind, you felt your legs turn to jelly. “Eddie!” you squeaked, hopping backward and falling onto the bed, stopping your orgasm before it even had a chance to bloom. You were laughing, and when Eddie popped up and saw your happy face, he fell in love just a little harder.

“Okay, I’ll come to you,” he said, smiling and crawling up onto the bed. His towel was discarded on the floor. “I, ah, there’s something we could try. If you liked that, I mean,”

“I liked that,” you said, still a little breathless.

“So, okay, so I’d lay on my back, like this,” he explained, moving to be flat on the bed. “And you would sit here.” He pointed to his face, then winked.

You tried to picture it, but you couldn’t calculate the physics. “Um, same problem though? I can’t hold myself up, when it like, gets… good,”

“No, that’s the point. You don’t need to. You just sit,” he corrected. Eddie knew what you were thinking but he didn’t know if it would be better to let you say it and face it, or if he should quell the doubt before it gained traction. “I saw it… in a movie,”

“A movie?” The suspicion was audible.

“Okay, porn. It was porn. You got me,” he said grinning. You laughed, but he could still see the doubt in your face. “I, ah… I actually got that one because, um, the girl looks a lot like you.”

It was a half-truth. Eddie had gone to a buyer’s house to sell him some ket. The guy was already stoned out of his brain and Eddie almost felt bad for contributing to the problem. Then he saw the porn playing on the T.V. set. The girl did look like you. Too much. Eddie popped the VHS out of the machine and replaced it with another sitting close by. The dude on the couch hardly noticed.

“You mean…”

“Yeah,” Eddie confirmed. “Or I can just-” Like he always did, he started to offer an out, an alternative. Safety, always.

“No! No. I, ah…” A pause. A self-affirmation. “I wanna try.”

After a few rounds of the usual ‘are you sure’ cycle, you swung your leg over Eddie, resting on his stomach first.

“Can you close your eyes?” you asked.

Eddie nodded and tried to contain the grin, but as soon as his eyes shut and he felt you move, there was no chance. His mouth would be well and truly open in a second anyway.

It was instant, as soon as you were close enough, Eddie’s arms were around your thighs, pulling you down with enough force that you couldn’t have hovered even if you tried. With all your weight on him, Eddie was a happy man.

Oh.

Fucking oh.

It was a hard yes for both of you.

When you arched your back and leaned your arms behind you, Eddie opened his eyes to watch you. With your belly stretched and your hands pressed against the mattress on either side of Eddie’s hips, you looked like a goddess.

The heavy breathing, the moaning, and the way your body was grinding into him were driving Eddie insane. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he started to wriggle under you. Entirely lost in the feeling, you hardly noticed, but he was rock hard and on the verge of tears. He felt so goddamn good.

Syllables wouldn’t come out when you tried to say his name, so when you felt how close you were to cumming, you curved yourself forward and sunk your fingers into his hair. Eddie smiled; you could feel it.

Higher and higher and higher. You squeaked and shook, then felt yourself sensationally shatter. There’s no word for the sound you made, somewhere between a growl and a scream.  Breathing heavy, you rolled off Eddie and looked over at him.

His face was glistening. A feral grin told you everything you needed to know.

“Babe,” he whispered, wiping his face on the back of his hand and moving to lay on his side. “Babe.”

You giggled. “I know,”

“Oh, I know you know.”

You wanted to be closer to him, so you scooted over and mirrored Eddie’s position. It was a picture you never would have predicted for yourself. Not only entirely naked with the light on but laying on your side, gravity pushing your belly to pool on the bed. You didn’t care though, Eddie was grabbing your face and kissing you deeply.

His mouth tasted different, like you, you figured. It was hot and made your kissing needy. Eddie felt the exact same, and the sensation of his painfully hard cock pressing against you, tip leaking, excited you both.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you to close the space between his body and yours. His hips bucked up, letting the friction work its magic. Carefully, he pushed you back onto the mattress, climbed on top, one leg between yours.

As he kissed your neck, rubbed himself against the coarseness of your pubic hair and warm softness of your lower belly, he asked, “Is this… okay?”

You nodded. “Yes. Please.”

Eddie chuckled at the manners, thrusted a little harder. “I’m… I’m so fuckin’ close,” he muttered, barely audible.

Wrapping one leg around his waist, leaving the other for him to straddle, you kissed at whatever you could – Eddie’s cheekbone, the side of his head, his hand when he brought it up to your lips. He whined and bit your neck when you sucked in his index and middle finger, not letting go.

A string of fuck and baby and I love you and you feel so good. Eddie repeated them over and over, words slurring more with each round.

Where the sound of your orgasm was half growl half scream, Eddie’s was half growl half moan. Deeper, then stunted by him holding his breath. You felt the warmth and the stickiness between your body and his. It was simultaneously gross and nice. When you started to giggle uncontrollably, Eddie pulled himself from his post-cum haze to look at you and commit the moment to his long-term memory.

When he sat up, he moves his eyes slowly over every inch of you. You watched his hands hold your sides, dragging downwards. He stopped at your belly button.

“Ah, sorry,” he said with a snort.

“What?”

Eddie pointed. The messy white that was spread across your stomach had pooled in your belly button, like a little cup. When you saw, you made the same snorting sound he had.

“I want… to…” But he stopped himself.

“You gonna say something weird?” you asked, entirely excited.

Eddie moved slowly, like he could hurt himself. He dipped his finger into your belly button, making you laugh again.

“Warm,” was all he said.

You scrunched your face up and shook your head at him. “I thought you were gonna do a body shot,” you told him.

“Do you want me to?” he asked dead serious.

“No, I just thought-”

“Because I will,”

“Eddie, I-”

“I mean, if you dare me, I guess I have to.”

You were laughing. “Eddie!”

“Here we go!”

“EDDIE!” you squealed, but he was leaning down and sucking the fluid from your belly button. Squirming at the feeling, you were unable to tell if you were genuinely a bit disgusted or kind of into it. You settled on feeling weirdly natural.

“How was it?”  you asked as Eddie sat up.

“Salty? I’ll start eatin’ more fruit or whatever.” When you frowned, Eddie laughed and shrugged. He’d explain it another time. “Do you want to have a quick shower?”

“Yes,”

“With me,”

“I got it, Eddie,” you told him.

Running the soapy sponge over the curves of your body made Eddie hard again. He blushed, a little embarrassed at how he was playing the ‘horny teenage boy’ role too well.

“I like it,” you whispered, your back pressed to his chest, hot water hitting the front of you. “Makes me feel good,”

“Good. You make me feel good too… Somethin’ very satisfying about cleaning… me… off… you,”

“We should hurry up though. It’s gonna take a while to get ready and it’s like, eight now,”

“Gimme one more minute with you, then you can get out? Start getting ready and I’ll be out in a sec?”

You knew he was going to jerk off as soon as he was alone, but you were into that too.

Back in the bedroom, you were about to put your underwear back on when you had a better idea. Searching through your clothes, you found what you were looking for. Standing in front of the mirror, you liked your reflection.

It took a while to re-do your makeup. The shower had fucked it up a bit, so you started fresh. When yours was done, you sat Eddie down and did his for him, doing your best at making him cute.

“Ears,” you instructed when you were done. Eddie put them on his head. “Perfect.”

…

With an hour or so until midnight, you and Eddie arrived at Gene’s house. Making your way through the crowd, you were relieved to find that most of the focus was on how objectively weird Eddie looked. Eddie – the cult leader, town freak, edgy drug dealer – dressed in a fluffy orange outfit complete with tail pinned to the ass of his pants and ears on a headband. He made for a kind of deranged but beautiful ginger tabby cat.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Gareth screeched as Eddie walked into the kitchen.

Gareth looked like a witch as he stood over a giant pot, stirring the potion inside. It smelt good, Halloweeny, and there were people buzzing around waiting for it to be ready.

“I’m Jones!” Eddie yelled at him.

“Jones?” Gareth saw you then, “Holy shit,”

“Keep it in your pants,” Eddie warned.

“You look… um, good,” Gareth said to you. He looked back at Eddie. “Why Jones and not like, the xenomorph,”

“We’ve got one already,” Eddie replied. You turned around to show Gareth the toy xenomorph stuck to the back of your Ripley jumpsuit.

Gareth laughed. “Alright. Well, fuck. You guys look good. You want some of this? It’s the second batch of the night,” he offered. People around groaned, annoyed that they’d been waiting longer.

“Dungeon Masters get first drinks,” Eddie yelled at everyone and nobody in particular.

Bidding Gareth, who was actually dressed as a D&D character – not a witch, goodbye, you let Eddie take your hand and lead you through the house and out the back to where Gene and Jeff had built a semi-stable somewhat dangerous fire pit.

The circle of people around the blaze, most of which were Hellfire warriors, cheered Eddie’s arrival. Eddie stopped at two chairs occupied by people he didn’t recognise. “Scram,” he ordered.

“Eddie!” you reprimanded.

“Sorry. Scram, please,” he corrected. The people left, and you shot Eddie a look as you sat down. “Don’t give me that face. Mean and scary, remember?”

“Man, you’re not really giving mean and scary right now,” Jeff called across the fire. He was dressed as Freddy Krueger. Esther was sitting next to him, pretty in a dress.

“Yeah, dude, what are you?” Dustin asked, confused at the appearance of his hero.

“Jones from the USCSS Nostromo. This is Ripley,” Eddie explained, nodding to you. You smiled and waved happily, not radiating Ripley energy in the slightest.

“At least you look cool,” Jeff said.

“And we can all agree everyone looks better than Mike,” Gene added.

Mike was sitting next to Dustin, nursing a bottle of beer he was a bit nervous to be drinking at all. “I told you – I’m Billy from Gremlins,”

“I might buy that if you had Gizmo with you. But you’re just wearing your normal clothes,” Gene said.

“Why’s Esther get a free pass?!” Mike argued.

“I’m Freddy’s victim,” she said with a shrug. It was a good enough cover. “Come tomorrow I’ll be dead. There’s a costume change later.” There wasn’t.

“Whatever. Maybe I’m just growing up,”

“You saying I’m a baby, Wheeler?” Eddie challenged, holding his tail up and spinning it.

“No! I just mean-”

“Yeah, whatever man. Where’s Sinclair? What did he come as?” Eddie asked. A silence fell over the group. “He’s at Jason’s, I’m guessin’,”

“Yeah,” Dustin said. “He went as Magic Johnson.”

Eddie could see that Dustin was hurt; he imagined there was a fight about it all. Ultimately, Eddie didn’t really begrudge Lucas. He knew the kid loved basketball, and he was finding his own way. Mostly, he just didn’t want to see him get hurt like so many people that come into contact with the popular kids did.

“Are we supposed to know who that is?” Gene said.

“He’s a basketballer. Lucas’ hero,” you said. Lucas had told you about him once, shown you some pictures he’d cut out of magazines and newspapers. He was important, Lucas had said, not needing to explain why to you.

“Are we supposed to know who you are, Genie?” Eddie added, looking at his friend.

“I’m Jack!” he said, clearly outraged at not being recognised. “Torrance?”

“Where’s your axe?” you asked.

“Fuck. I knew I forgot something.”

Midnight came and went, ghost stories were told, and you and Eddie got suitably drunk on whatever funky shit Gareth had conjured.

“I’m serious, Gee. Anythin’ you want. Jus’ name it. Name it! I need ta know wha’s in it,” Eddie begged.

You were sitting between them on the couch, back against Eddie’s chest as he angled towards his friend, his arms around you, and your legs up on Gareth’s lap, where he held them steady.

“Anything? Pshhh. Such a fuckin’ liar, Munson. Your Warlock? You’d never give ‘er up,”

“Yeah, alright. I’m fulla shit. But you can… Borrow her? For a couple shows? Or… Or I’ll make you DM!”

“I’m already gonna be DM as soon as you graduate,” Gareth rebutted.

“Which he will,” you added.

“Okay, so then jus’ tell me for like, a graduation gift?” Eddie pleaded.

“Tell me! An’ not Eddie. An’ I won’t tell him,” you offered, knowing Gareth would jump at the opportunity to get one up on his friend.

“Hey!” Eddie said, instantly pulling a sulky face.

“You won’t tell him?” Gareth asked. You shook your head. “Alright. Come ‘ere.” You leaned forward and listened as Gareth whispered all the secret ingredients to his pumpkin punch.

Later, when Gareth left to go ask a girl named Gracie to dance (she was dressed as Princess Leia) Eddie pulled you back so you were entirely in his lap on the couch.

“You gonna tell me?” he asked.

“Ah-huh. Later,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him. “He didn’t make me promise sooooo, like, that’s on him?”

“Totally. Rookie mistake,” Eddie agreed.

“Roooooooookieeeeee mistake,” you repeated.

Eddie held your face in his hands and kissed you, he tasted like secret ingredients and Dustin’s mum’s Halloween sugar cookies.

“Are you drunk enough to dance yet?”

“Fuck it. Come on, angel. Show me whatcha got.”

Eddie kept you upright as you danced and twirled around him. He held your hand and spun you under his arms as you sang the words to songs Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead listening to under any other circumstances. Papa Don’t Preach. Manic Monday.

You were breathless when a slow song came on.

There is freedom within, there is freedom without. \

Eddie held you close as you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested against him, letting him sway you around the living room, barely avoiding all the other couples.

Try to catch a deluge in a paper cup.

Eddie winked at Gareth, who still had Gracie with him. His friend blushed and buried his head in Gracie’s neck. Eddie’s attention came back to you. He started to sing quietly.

There’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost. But you’ll never see the end of the road while you’re traveling with me.

A little louder, and you could hear others in the room join in.

Hey now, hey now.

The others heard it too, and suddenly everyone was singing along.

Don’t dream it’s over. Hey now, hey now, when the world comes in. they come, they come to build a wall between us. We know they won’t win.

It’s a moment that never would have happened at Jason Carver’s party.

As the second verse began, Eddie whispered, “Wanna go somewhere, just us?”

You nodded, floated along behind Eddie, hardly watching where you were going as your boyfriend navigated the house. It was late, or early, depending on perspective; people were looking worse for wear, passing out or trying to find an exit. Eddie knew where he was going though, he’d been there before. Gene’s parents were cool and had let Eddie crash in the guest room a couple of times. He knew, therefore, that the door locked and the bed was a queen double.

The light was on in the room, but whoever had been there was long gone. They had been there though. A forgotten bag of candy spilled out across the bed and floor. Someone’s Dracula cape was hung on the back of the desk chair. A pair of devil horns were on the ground. Although the quilt has been disturbed, the bed was still made.

Eddie locked the door and switched off the light. You screamed a drunk little sound, then immediately started to giggle. “Hold on, don’t move. I’ll get the lamp. Don’t, don’t fuckin’ fall over.” He found the lamp, turned around to see you standing very still with your eyes closed. Eddie snorted. “What’re ya doin’?”

“Huh?”

You felt Eddie’s hands around your waist, shaking you a little. When you opened your eyes, he was smiling at you, a Cheshire cat if you’d ever seen one.

“Why’d you close your eyes?”

“What?”

He was too drunk to be bothered with the line of questioning and you were too drunk to meet him halfway.

“You wanna lay down with me?” he asked instead. Eddie was starfishing on the bed before you really answered. You laughed as he took off his furry pants and jacket, leaving him in an old Iron Maiden t-shirt and his boxers.

Following suit, you stripped of your Ripley boiler suit, almost going for a second round of costume in a white singlet and a pair of white underwear. Eddie noticed. “Fuck. Did you do that on purpose?”

“Mayyyyyyyyyyybeeeeeeee,” you said, standing at the edge of the bed, any shadow of self-consciousness drowned in punch and song.

“Angel,” Eddie purred, sitting on the bed, wrapping his arms around your hips and kissing your belly. “Such a good girl.” That’s all it took to make you come undone.

Everything was easier when drunk. Muscles relaxed. Insecurities forgotten. Everything was more difficult too. Bad coordination. Losing focus when a sound was deemed funny.

“Are we gonna forget this?” you asked Eddie.

He stopped what he was doing, popped his head up out of the blanket. “I’m not gonna forget goin’ down on you while ya dressed as Ripley.”

He looked deranged. His painted-on whiskers were smudged and his eyeliner was more raccoon than tabby cat. You couldn’t help but laugh, your belly shaking with the movement.

“You look funny,”

“Funny? I don’t look sexy like this?” Eddie repositioned himself, rested his cheek against your tummy and watched you.

You shook your head. “But you can still touch me,” you offered.

It was Eddie’s turn to laugh. “By the grace of god almighty Ozzy himself, I can still touch her,” he joked, raising a hand up in prayer.

“Actually, maybe, if you want…”

“Yes. I want,” Eddie answered, nodding frantically.

You cackled. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say,”

“I would do anything with you. To you. From you. Fuckin’ whatever.”

Still laughing, you moved out from under him and sat on your knees, your weight resting on your folded legs. Eddie watched you in awe; he loved how your thighs spread and your eyes sparkled and the white singlet pulled across your chest, making the fabric almost see-through.

“It’s your turn,” you told him, moving again. Eddie’s lips parted as you got off the bed, kneeling on the floor beside it. “You come here,” you instructed, patting the edge of the mattress.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie told you, already moving to where you wanted him. His legs slid down either side of you, and you immediately liked the feeling of having your head on his thigh.

He was already hard, as he always was whenever he went down on you, but the sensation of your warm breath so close to him made it painful.

“Want to,” you whispered back to him.

As soon as your hand made contact, Eddie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. It was enough to drive him insane, but then you made a tentative kitten lick and he moaned, falling back on the bed and clawing at the quilt.

In the rare times you were alone in the Munson trailer, you’d sneakily watched some of the old porn VHSs that were stashed deep under Eddie’s bed. Partly, you wanted to know what he was into. Mostly, you just wanted to see what it was like. Whilst you weren’t into porn, it did give some idea of what to do with Eddie.

“Is this okay?” you asked him, popping him out of your mouth. He whined at the loss of contact. “Is this good?”

“So good, baby,” he managed to get out, waving his hand in the air. “S’perfect. Love you.”

You had been thinking about it long before Halloween. Obviously, Eddie was going to be all yesses and nods and smiles, but if you were honest, you were a tiny bit afraid. Not of him. Never of him. It was more that everything else you’d done, it had mostly been done to you.

Being a recipient was easy, especially with Eddie. What if you weren’t as good as him though? What if you couldn’t make him hard? Make him cum?

When you felt the buzz first hit, the thought had appeared in your head and it looked like an illuminated lightbulb. If that’s how the night was going to end, you’d use the inhibition blocker of alcohol to take that step forward.

The thing about it though, was that he tasted good. It felt good. Powerful. Beautiful. A little bit slutty, but in a very, very good way. And all for Eddie. Just Eddie.

Eddie, who was reacting perfectly – squirming, panting, and mumbling incoherent sentences. He loved you and you were such a good girl and fuck, baby and oh my god. When his hand started to pull at your hair gently, you looked up at him, confused.

“Bab-baby, I’m gonna, gonna, you shhhhould, fuck,” he tried to warn you.

“S’okay,” you told him, keeping your firm grip on the base of his cock and letting him slip back over your tongue. Resolute to swallow, you closed your eyes as his orgasm hit. There was too much though; it spilled from your lips.

Eddie watched as you let him go, watched you cover your mouth with your hand and at least swallow what was left. He sunk to the floor, caging you between his legs.

“You okay?” he asked, his big brown eyes so beautiful you wanted to cry.

“I liked it,” you reported. “Did I do good?”

“Did you-? Fuck, baby…” Eddie grinned, head tilted. “I’m gonna just say it, an’ you can just deal with the embarrasin’ words and shit, okay?”

“‘Kay,”

“And I say all this with so much love. And respect. I respect the fuck out of you, ‘kay?”

“Yep,”

“Come ‘ere.” Eddie pulled you into his arms, earning a surprised squeal from you. Entwined on the bedroom floor, sobering up but drunk on love, you were in your own world. “You were born to suck dick.”

It was a risky review to give, Eddie thought, but when you did the little shoulder shimmy thing you did whenever you were proud, he was a happy man.

“Just yours,” you told him, looking up and fluttering your eyelashes.

“Jesus Christ. I love you.”

Smiling him an I love you too smile, you sat for a while longer. Eddie went in search of water for you both, returning to find you passed out in the bed. He climbed in next to you, snuggled in, and quickly followed you into the dreaming.

Next Chapter: 10 - Royalty

End Note: I had to publish this chapter earlier than intended because I've seen references to Eddie and Alien in two different fanart pieces, and I freaked out because I had that part of the chapter written over a month ago. Honestly, that fandom hive mind is real.

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[queerbuckleys]

BIG LOVE AHEAD [1.2k | cute| small town/coffee shop au] {ao3}

for @firemedicdiaz- I hope this can be a soft blanket of distraction <3. and for @singlethread- happiest of birthdays <3

surprise i wrote an au that didnt turn into a 20k+ saga lol. Title from Big Love Ahead by Mon Rovîa. enjoy!

Evan Buckley is absolutely soaked. Standing in the rain and miserable If he’s being truly honest with himself. But that’s the thing. He should be miserable. Because he just had his heart broken. He was supposed to have had the cinematic love story— from the meet cute while he had been helping Bobby host the annual toy drive to a kiss in the rain after they decided to exchange keys and each have a drawer at the other’s place, cheesy keys in a jewelry boxes, contact paper and all. But the box is in his jacket pocket and it’s pouring rain.  and Alex was the one with the car that night so Buck trudges towards home. Trying not to think about how this news will spread throughout town, for lack of a better term, like wildfire. 

Sure he could have called a cab had his phone not died of course. So yeah he was pretty much stuck walking through town, completely soaked. 

He's not sure why he stops on the corner that he does, maybe to take a break under the awning of the little coffee shop that opened recently. He had been meaning to stop by, but it felt like a betrayal against the old machine that sputtered out the perfect cup at the station. 

He runs a hand through his sopping curls. And he hears a crack of thunder and sees a flash of lightning. 

“Fucking hell,” he mumbles to himself. 

“You wanna come inside?” 

Buck jumps as he turns towards the door, where he finds a man about his age leaning out of it. He's wearing a henley and a flannel— both of which look impossibly soft. He has a towel sling over his shoulder and gentle eyes. 

“Aren’t you uh, closed?” 

“Technically, but when I see cute guys walking through severe weather I get concerned.” 

“I- um, I don't want to keep you. I really don’t live too far.” 

“I live upstairs,” The man says and shrugs, “and I can make you a hot beverage so you don’t get sick.” 

Buck swallows the fact that standing in the rain doesn't necessarily get you sick and accepts the offer. 

Once they are both inside the other man takes stock of him and how he’s dripping onto the welcome mat. 

“Uhh let me get you a towel— and maybe a change of clothes?” 

He’s gone before Buck can protest. 

He looks around the cozy shop and then locks eyes with a pair behind red glasses. The gaze scrutinizing. 

“Who are you?” the boy demands  

“Uh, my name's Buck.”

“That's a funny name. Why are you all wet?” 

“Christopher, what have I told you about rude questions buddy?” 

“It was a valid question. I just didn't know how to explain getting brutally dumped to a six year old.” 

“I'm seven!” Christopher pipes up. 

The man laughs shyly, “I'm Eddie Diaz by the way.” 

“Evan Buckley, but everyone calls me Buck” 

“You’re the…firefighter right?” 

Buck just buries his face in his hands, “Sorry there are approximately 10 queer people in this town and we must all know each other.”

“It’s okay. There’s a bathroom around that corner.” Eddie holds out a fluffy towel and what looks like a neatly rolled t-shirt and pair of basketball shorts, “sorry this is all I had that I  thought might fit.” 

“Hey, it’s better than what I've got on.” 

He exits the small bathroom feeling a bit refreshed and finds Eddie behind the counter seemingly hard at work at a new chalkboard sign. 

“Pick your poison—tea, cocoa, or decaf?” 

“Cocoa!” Buck brightens. 

“Are you really a firefighter?” Chris asks with the pure wonderment only a seven year old can have. 

“Yeah, I am!” 

“Can I come visit and slide down the pole and sit in the truck? Please?” 

Buck smiles so much it hurts his cheeks a little bit. 

He lowers his voice down to a conspicuous whisper, “You ask your dad and I'll ask my captain and we’ll see what we can do.” 

He knew Bobby would say yes, he loves having kids at the firehouse as long as they are respectful if they have to rush off. Which doesn’t happen all that often anyway. 

Eddie comes back to the table tray in hand, loaded up with two hot chocolates and a black coffee along with a cookie split into thirds. 

“Thank you, you really didn't have to do this.” 

Eddie waves it off as he brings his mug to his lips and takes a long sip of coffee. 

“Can we please visit Buck at the firehouse Dad?” 

Eddie smiles down at Chris and ruffles his hair, “Sure kid.” 

The beaming smile that comes in return nearly blinds Buck– and only makes him smile harder too. 

☕☕☕☕☕☕

It’s two days later when Bobby texts that Marie (the coffee maker) has finally and officially shorted out (RIP) and asks Buck to bring a round of various coffee concoctions into work for the crew. 

So of course he stops by Eddie’s shop– which is of course swamped, because it's 7:30 on a Monday morning. 

Ravi, a kid he recognizes from one of their community events is behind the register while Eddie seems to be the one focusing on the drinks. 

“Hey um Ravi?” he asks while handing over the cash for the drinks, “Could you tell Eddie that I'm asking about my suit? He’ll know. Thanks.” he smiles as Ravi nods. 

🚒🚒🚒🚒🚒🚒

It's later that day, they've cleaned the entire station, as per the Monday schedule, and even went on a few calls. 

“So,” Chimney pops his gum, “I hear that you had quite the roller coaster weekend in the relationship department, Buck.” 

Buck raises his eyebrow with uncertainty. 

“Well I heard that–”

“Stopping you right there Henrietta.” Buck replies holding up his hand. 

“Yes, Alex and I broke up. And yes I met Eddie who owns the coffee shop. That's it. Happy?” 

“Then what is Eddie doing here with a child and what appears to be your date night suit?” Chimney asks eyebrows climbing rapidly. 

“Just because that's all that happened doesn't mean- Hey you two!” 

“Ravi got your message to me, I took it to the dry cleaner. And I, um, thought you would want this back too." Eddie holds out the box tentatively. “I didn't realize it was that-”

“Oh,” buck smiles, opening the box, “it's just a key- it wasn't”

“Oh!” Eddie smiles, “well regardless. It's yours.” 

Buck glances over his shoulder to see that Bobby is entertaining Chris with a plastic firefighter helmet and the different parts of the engine. 

“Come here,” Buck takes Eddie's hand and pulls him further away from the prying eyes of his well meaning but nosy family. “So, I know I was just broken up with, but I would really like to take you out on a date sometime. Or just for dinner, as a thank you. Totally fine if-”

“Yes, I'll go on a date with you.” Eddie encroaches further into his space and brushes a light kiss over his lips. “Wanted nothing more since I saw you sopping wet under the awning.” 

Buck rolls his eyes and laughs. 

“So Buckley, are we gonna get free coffee out of this whole deal or what?” Chimney asks, leaning against the engine. 

He looks up at Eddie and whispers, “you can say no,” in his ear. 

“Sure.”

“Dad, Dad, Dad, can you and Buck help me down the firefighter pole?” Chris asks, rocking excitedly on his crutches. 

“Let’s do it!” 

Eddie looks over at Buck, smiling in a way that makes Buck realize exactly where Chris gets it from, and just reflects it back.

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

so i’ve been thinking about it for an additional five minutes and here’s what i’ve got and its kinda blowing my mind. Each person in buck’s life either had a Moment with him either in the coma dream or at his real life bedside, with a few noted exceptions. I’ll explain:

Chimney: coma dream, and MY GOD did they make good use of him here. As the guy who is always first to believe in The Crazy he was PERFECT to be the guy who’s like “yeah alright, one ticket to the crazy train.” I’m sorry but Buck proving that he knew him by knowing why he’s called Chimney had me lollling

Hen: Sceptic. And in the coma dream as the milder voice of reason. Funny, and good at keeping things moving. She and Chimney were also great to have in imaginary land since they are the ones who are the most stable without Buck in their lives, likely because of how much they stabilize each other

Maddie: In the coma dream and IRL, but coma!Maddie is essentially Maddie from season 2. Literally heart breaking. Speaking of, my heart is still not over the way she saw the firefighter at the door and simply said “which one”

Athena and May: Buck’s (let’s face it) step-mom and by association, step sister. They’re in real life because without Bobby there, they don’t ever have much to do with him. They understand clear as day that Buck is Bobby’s other son, and they accepted it ages ago, to the point they find it amusing every step Bobby takes to realize it himself. (Back to Bobby in a moment.)

Eddie and Christopher: They’re of course in IRL because without Buck intervening as he does they wouldn’t have a place in his life or in each other lives (pause so i can SCREEEEEEEEEAM about this) In real life, they’re begging him to come back--or more accurately, Chris is, while Eddie stands silently behind him, barely able to see Buck and crying his eyes out. I think when Eddie wasn’t initially fighting for Chris to see Buck all Hospitalled Up, as it were, is because Eddie didn’t think Chris could handle it. The real truth of the matter is Eddie couldn’t handle it. We saw it ourselves--Chris was shaken, but able to pull himself together enough to say his piece and beg Buck to come back into their lives (insert couch metaphor here, y’all make it fit). Eddie could barely look at the bed, and when he did, his eyes filled with tears and he couldn’t speak. Eddie in the coma dream exists, is mentioned, but he’s lost in his anger, doesn’t have his life-lines to reach out for, is missing the man who has his back, and because of that lost everything. These two men truly are unanchored without each other, and without their son (yeah I said it, sue me), are missing a key element that makes their family a family.

Now Bobby. Bobby is the most notable one who is both there irl and in Buck’s coma dream. The man who entered his second marriage with a son he didn’t fully realize he had, though now he’s definitely realized it. The man who is dead without Buck in his life. Who stayed alive because one pesky kid had the gall to work his pesky way under Bobby’s skin and stressed him out enough to look after him and care and not stop caring until he had a whole goddamn family in his hands, both with Athena and at the 118. I’m still struggling to fully feel all the feels here and btw I think we need to take a moment to give MAD PROPS to Peter Krause for his turn as dead addict Bobby because he was fantastic.

It’s interesting, because for some reason in my head, I expected Buck’s coma dream to actually be really pleasant and happy and the lesson he learns is that life is hard but you gotta do it anyway and you’ll be rewarded for hard work. The coma dream was very different--twisted and, for all that Buck was in it, it was missing him like an open wound. I didn’t realize it right away, but Coma Buck is the Buck that’s born for parts, the Evan Buckley that Buck sees himself as in his own head. 

It’s the Buck that can’t help but reach out to help, that desperately tries over and over again to be the support that he himself is desperate for, that has irrevocably changed lives, with his worn heart out on his sleeve, collecting people that care about it without him really realizing, and in return making them care more about themselves, that makes Buck truly who he is, and makes his actual reality what it is. And that’s goddamn beautiful.

Please add your thoughts to this, my brain is still expanding

@loveyourownsmiilee @blutterlie @matan4il

[abbyholmes]

I needed a couple of hours to sort through my thoughts about 7x04 - because I was busy screaming, crying, kicking my feet giggling - but now I just gotta say, before I dive into any details: I AM SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY.

As a bisexual myself who realized she‘s always been bi at the ripe age of 30 and after already being very married to the very male love of her life (which wasn’t at all changed by the realization), seeing bi characters having their ‚oh‘ moment later in life than in their teens is SO VALIDATING.

I love how yes, there have always been hints and it makes sense for the character but they actually gave Buck the space to find out this new thing about himself. They showed an adult man figuring this important part of his identity out when he was ready for it. Without it being induced by trauma or relationship troubles. That is so so so meaningful and so so so beautiful at the same time. I legit CRIED LIKE A BABY watching Buck‘s face go ‚oh I see‘ after the kiss. He just landed in his body as the penny of truth dropped and he seemed so content it made me squeek. I love seeing our golden retriever carving his place out in the world and discovering how to fully embrace all of himself.

And I love he gets to do it with Tommy.

Yes, I am a buddie shipper and that hasn‘t changed. However, whichever way the show moves now, bi Buck means the world to me. And the way they are telling the story with Tommy in a gentle, realistic way, I hope we get more of that. Hell I even really like their vibe together. Tommy seems like he‘ll be okay holding the hand of a baby queer and help him dip his toe into the water. Wherever that leads, it was a genius decision to introduce him to Buck‘s story.

Now for the details:

This episode wasn‘t only beautiful, it was also hilarious. THE TOP GUN REFERENCE HAD ME HOLLERING. At that point I knew some queerness was gonna happen because you don’t make the queerest reference in movie history without reason. Also absolutely loved the sewer conversation (hooray for Ravi by the way, I missed that little dude) and the emotions Buck goes through during the conversation.

Buck‘s jealousy is as stupid as it is adorable and I have to say I did find Eddie the slightest bit unfair. He knows Buck has abandonment issues and still doesn‘t register that he might need some reassurance. Yes okay, I get he wanted a little payback for the Nathalia ‚she sees me‘ bs, but come on, Eds, cut the poor man some slack.

The acting in the episode? Chef‘s kiss. Oliver was amazing, but I don‘t see Lou getting enough credit. He already planted his visible interest in Buck in 7x03 nicely in that one tiny interaction at the end and he really delivered on the flirty banter in this episode. Oliver, meanwhile, has done such a great job at showing the gradual change in Buck and the nervousness and the curiosity and hopefulness it tugged on all of my heartstrings. Deserving of an Emmy-nom. Great Job, loved every second.

Maddy and Chim very also amazing in the ep, especially Chim clocking immediately why Buck really brought him to basketball. It‘s gonna be interesting to see their reaction to Buck‘s truth - if he‘s ready to share it yet.

The only thing that bugged me was that Athena‘s storyline felt very rushed. I liked the theme and I think it hinted at important conversations, but it resolved the conflict too fast and too easy - making said issues seem smaller than they are. I struggle to believe that they would let a POC kid off the hook that easily. I wish this was realistic, but I doubt it is.

Bachelor call was great, loved gossipy Josh (by god, I want more Josh, I love that goofball) and Chim going full fanboy.

Can‘t wait for next week and hope we get more Hen and Bobby there! I missed them this ep.

I am so excited to see where Buck‘s story arch will go next. I‘ll explode with happiness if it slowly drifts towards buddie, but I won’t be mad if it doesn‘t happen or if it does happen and the show takes its time to get there. A slow buildup for this would be chef‘s kiss and I have a lot of trust in ABC and the writers that this is how they will do it, if Buddie happens.

All in all: Favorite episode of all the series for me, worthy 100th episode, will watch a billion times, made me all warm and fuzzy and giggly.

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From a young age, Buck had been taught that he was the problem. No matter what he did, if it was slightly frustrating to his mother, it was purposefully meant to hurt her. Oh, and if she wanted to be mad? All she had to do was have a conversation with him. She knew exactly how to twist any word out of his mouth into an attack against her.

She did it with Maddie, too, but Maddie was more careful. She knew how to think everything through. Buck, however, never quite figured out how to skirt the eggshells their mother scattered around her. It didn't matter how he tiptoed through their conversations, or how good he tried to be, she always found some way to hurt herself with it.

So, when Buck made it out, he thought that was it. He thought he'd be able to avoid it now. And when they started to make amends after he found out about Daniel, he thought that they could finally address that. That she would see what she was doing.

But even that was an attack. Buck trying to communicate his feelings was equivalent to him shooting his mom in the head in her eyes. He kept trying, though. He was determined to see it through and get to a place where he and his mother could finally speak to each other without it feeling like an active warzone.

"Yeah," Buck said, sighing and rubbing his eyes. His ear ached from how long he'd had the phone pressed to it. "Yeah, love you too, Dad."

The door opened and he looked up. Eddie slipped into the loft and locked the door behind himself. He smiled at Buck as he walked over. The smile quickly dropped and Buck felt guilty. Eddie didn't deserve to deal with Buckley Bullshit after working a 48-hour shift.

"No, Dad--" Buck sighed again and leaned back in his chair, dragging his hand down his face. "Hey, Mom."

Eddie nodded and silently mouthed: "Oh."

One corner of Buck's mouth ticked up before falling again.

"Evan. Did you seriously already stain the couch we just bought you? I spent three-hundred dollars on that couch!" She scoffed. "This is just like you. You never think about anything and--"

"Mom, I have to go. Eddie's here--"

She scoffed again. "Right. Eddie. So he matters more than your own family now? You love him more than you do your own parents?"

"Yes," Buck answered simply. He pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up, tossing it down on the table in front of him before burying his face in his hands.

Eddie opened the fridge and pulled out two beers. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's normal."

"So... no."

Buck shook his head. Eddie set one of the beers in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder. "What's going on?"

"There's a stain on my couch," Buck answered. Eddie was well aware of the stain. Eddie was there what the stain was made.

"The one from Chris spilling his drink?"

Buck nodded. "I already cleaned it. It's gone. But the fact it happened is unacceptable."

"Why? It's a fucking couch."

Buck shrugged. He picked up the beer and downed half of it. "She picked it out and paid for it. That means she owns it and I'm just using it."

"That's..."

"Normal."

"I was going to say 'fucking stupid.'"

A small huff of a laugh escaped Buck. Eddie stepped behind him and put his hands to Buck's jaw, tipping his head back so they could look at each other. Buck pressed his head into Eddie's stomach and gazed up at him. Why did Eddie care so much? Buck was a fuck up. A problem. A stain.

"It's just a couch, babe," he reminded Buck, rubbing his thumb along Buck's jawline. "It's your couch. So what if there's a stain or two? It just means you're actually using it how it's supposed to be used."

"Is it wrong that I still hate them? I know we're trying to work through things, but... I still just want to run away sometimes."

"I don't think so. I think it would be more weird if you didn't hate them sometimes," Eddie said. He leaned forward and kissed Buck upside down. "I love you."

Buck hummed, his eyes still closed after the kiss. "I love you."

He thought about the last thing his mother had said, and his answer. It was mean. It was meant to be hurtful. But... it was also true. Of course he loved Eddie more than he loved his parents. Eddie was obligated to love and take care of him. He did it because he wanted to.

Even when Eddie did snap at Buck and tell him he was exhausting and a problem, it had been for a valid reason. Buck had done something that genuinely did directly affect him. It wasn't the same as staining a couch or phrasing something slightly wrong.

"Is it wrong that I love you more than I love them?"

Eddie shrugged. "If it is, then I'm wrong too. I also love you more than I love my parents."

"Then I guess we'll have to be wrong together."

"Mm-hmm," Eddie smiled, "I guess so."

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Spoilers for s7e5 9-1-1 under cut:

So I'm watching live and I am missing parts because of a tornado warning but:

Opening? Funny as hell. Poor Eddie. His poor balls.

Karen and Hen preparing for a baby with Chim and Maddie and then not getting a baby? But a little girl age 9? Interesting.

Buck being awkward and closeted with Tommy.

Eddie interrupting? Marisol moving in? Ooooof.

Tommy being like "I don't think you're ready" ow my heart. He's absolutely right to do so. Love Tommy!

Hen and Karen meeting the little girl.

Tornado warning. Ugh. Btw, I'm out of the path of the tornado warning, it's further south of me but I'm getting the warning anyway.

Buck going to Maddie for advice and then playing the pronoun game "this person".

Maddie catching on... "Now you're more than an ally"

Then.... "it's the same Tommy... Eddie's friend..." With a frankly judgy stare Lmfao

Maddie is giving good advice even if taken off guard but being supportive like we knew she would be. Maddie is awesome.

Then Eddie and Marisol in bed in the next scene...her boxes everywhere.

Also hello shirtless Eddie, welcome back, good to see ya.

Marisol was almost a fucking Nun??? Eddie making jokes about being spanked...

Back to the little traumatized girl with Hen and Karen. Karen and Hen are such good moms. This poor kid tho. I don't know what has happened to this kid but goddamn, my heart.

Ooh Buck what are you doing with Eddie... Eddie is being weird about the nun thing lol and talking about his reservoir of Catholic guilt

"like sea monkeys" "no"

Something something tornado warning

"I haven't been able to...you know...since I found out"

"which is why you're so pent up"

Buck backing out of telling Eddie about his recent sexual exploration...

Hen and Cap talking about the traumatized girl. This is heartbreaking. The whole situation is heartbreaking. Poor Denny, he's such a a good kid. But like...why isn't this girl in therapy of some sort? Shit. Like...shit. I hate the US healthcare system. But something is going on and like...idk.

Again, this tornado warning is annoying. I'm missing half the convos and my closed captions aren't working properly.

Hen and Karen are struggling, which I understand, and I think they're trying but with cases like this...

Now Eddie and Cap are talking about Marisol... And his commitment issues... I swear to God Cap was going to say "military, your job, ... Buck" lmfao

"I would probably go to confession, wouldn't want to get on her ex's bad side...the Lord"

Dog attack? Parallels to the little girl? Ooh, heavy handed metaphors...

Wait, does Hen just know dog CPR? Cool.

Oh yay, the dog doesn't die! Hen is now committed to helping the little girl.

Mara is the little girl's name, Athena is helping... The girl's parents were criminals, died to OD. The girl called 911. This poor kid.

Buck and Eddie... Ooof. I'm not spoiling this. I love you all. Ok.

I will say Eddie didn't seem super surprised about it but the fucking tornado warning drowned out half of the scene. I am pissed. I'm going to have to rewatch this later.

Buck is the cutest little bisexual and I love him. I really do.

Eddie...and Marisol. Nuns. Moving In. Not moving in. Blah blah don't care. Sorry not sorry.

More with this new kid and Karen. God, Hen is lucky AF. Karen is amazing and I want to marry her.

Buck and Tommy! Yes. Yessss. Awwww. I love them. Buck is growing up! Tommy is fucking amazing. He's so gentle and kind and and awwwww.

The boys showing up for the wedding like that... lmfao. Omg. We gotta wait two weeks for The Hangover: 9-1-1 edition.

This episode is not what we wanted for Buddie but uh... There is still time? Maybe? There's always fanfiction.

Also? Tommy? I like him. I hope we keep him.

Also? Friendship is never a consolation prize. If they ever end up together or not, the love is there and that matters. The love always matters.