#all i know is that if you think too closely about shannon things start to feel Weird

[pochapal]

one super important thing to track in umineko is who is perpetuating the beatrice mythos and why. with that in mind it's interesting that shannon asserts that the second half of the epitaph is in fact dark and violent like. she's kind of the one here who leads the cousins to entertain the notion of the murder ritual aspect of the epitaph which is. hm.

#umineko liveblog #ep1 reread #this is a thing i caught my first time around too so now i'm Extra paying attention #one thing i haven't managed to figure out is whether or not shannon is an accomplice in all this #all i know is that if you think too closely about shannon things start to feel Weird #as evidenced by one of my very first notes i took which said 'something is Up with shannon' #like....she's blorbo who deserves good but also. i think she might just maybe be a little sus #since if you apply the same logic that implicates kanon and maybe kumasawa shannon by extension must also be complicit #if servants who perpetuate the beatrice myth are sus and shannon also perpetuates the myth then. yeah. #the question then becomes How sus shannon really is with regards to all this

[evankinard]

Not to make this 1000 times worse for everyone but actually, 614 and 615 were the episodes for both Buck and Eddie mutually rejecting each other and the other's place in their lives by implying that they are lacking in the area that is the other's love language. Lemme see if I can hold my pieces together long enough to explain.

614 with Eddie rejecting Buck was much more subtle and didn't show a reaction from Buck beyond general jealousy because I fully believe that Buck doesn't know he's in love with Eddie, because he never even allowed himself to consider it as an option. He is too petrified of people leaving and too incapable of accepting that he can be loved to ever put himself in a position to hope for something that has the potential to devastate him so thoroughly. But whether he knows he's in love with Eddie or not, over the past 5 seasons he has thrown himself completely and utterly head-first into being there for Eddie and Christopher, being their best friend and their safe place. He exists as a part of their lives that no one but Shannon has ever even come close to occupying. Buck doesn't do grand declarations like Eddie does, but he shows his love through quality time and acts of service and all of that boils down to making sure the Diaz boys are never, ever alone. And yet, just last episode Eddie decided that he wants to start dating because he doesn't want to be "alone" anymore. Eddie is scared of dying alone when Buck has proven time and time again that there is no mess, battlefield, or locked door that could keep him from Eddie if he's ever in danger. So if Eddie is still feeling alone, still scared of dying alone, then maybe the kind of partnership and presence Buck brings to their lives simply isn't what Eddie is looking for, at least in a romantic sense. Even if he isn't aware of his feelings yet, even subconsciously Buck would take that as a door closing in his face before he even had the chance to knock. And so continues the pattern of Eddie jumping back into the dating game and Buck diving in seconds after him.

Now, of course, Eddie isn't saying that because Buck isn't enough. Buck is everything he wants or needs in a partner, but that scares him because Eddie is aware of his feelings and that makes him so acutely aware of the fact that Buck will find someone else to settle down with and start his own family with any day now, and when that happens Eddie really will be well and truly alone. He can't break his own heart, he needs to start being proactive because he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life alone after Buck has moved on.

And in 615, when Buck says that Natalia really sees him, he's discounting the way Eddie has always unspokenly expressed his love for him. Because maybe Eddie hasn't ever used those exact words before, but every one of his major declarations, including "there's no one in this world I trust with my son more than you" (THE TO BE SEEN, TO BE FOUND SCENE?? HELLO???), "I love him enough to never stop trying and I know you do too", "I forgive you", "I know", "It's in my will if I die you become Christopher's legal guardian", and especially "you act like you're expendable, but you're wrong", have been just another way of Eddie telling him I see you for all that you are and I love you for it. The expandability line is a particularly unsubtle standout because it's absolutely paralleled with both Taylor and Margaret telling Buck "you think you're invincible but you're wrong," and there Eddie was again, paired against Buck's mom and his girlfriend, two of the people who should know him and love him the best and yet just don't. And oh shit I'm realizing this just as I'm typing this but Eddie is yet again being paralleled against Buck's mom and his girlfriend (the girlfriend now being Natalia). In 6x10 when Margaret calls him a "miracle baby" and the way Natalia gushes about his death - Buck's death and his birth, two of the most traumatic things that have ever happened to him and Buck is someone who so desperately wants everything to be okay, wants the trauma to have some grand meaning, so he takes the out and takes the win and he lets them let him hide behind the superficial positive bullshit. But Eddie, Eddie sees Buck and Eddie knows him and loves him enough that he can tell just how not okay all of this is, not just for Buck but for all the rest of the people who love him as well, and he doesn't want him to hide away from it because Buck shouldn't have to pretend to be unchanged but he should acknowledge the way he's changed. Eddie is seeing Buck more than Buck can handle being seen right now and Buck is unconsciously rejecting it by placing preference over the way Natalia sees him. Except to an Eddie who is already convinced Buck doesn't feel the same, who is so scared of being alone after Buck has moved on, this feels like just another way he won't be enough for Buck and the time when he'll really well and truly be alone is more and more drawing near. There's even something to be said about the fact that we see Eddie visibly realize just how much Buck has been affected as he's talking - the fact that he's realizing this so late may be making him even more sure of his inadequacy.

#this has so many run on sentences but i just had to word vomit or id explode after last night #911 spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 fox #weewoo brainrot

[camryntheking]

Ok! My thoughts on 7x05!

First, i just wanna say that the whole Hen and Karen storyline is awesome! I love that the show is giving queer people so much screen time, especially a Black lesbian couple! And i think its super sweet that they really want to try for Mara! I hope it works out!

Next, i think that has been my favorite cold open so far. The “ITS MEEE” gets me every time (i have already watched it loads of times). I dont have much to comment on it other than it was funny as fuck

Ok. The date scene. I was hoping to see more of Eddie watching them (especially after the stills), but oh well. The second-hand embarrassment i got was… a lot. But i dont think its necessarily a bad thing. It showed how out of his comfort zone Buck was and how he was trying to navigate a terrifying situation. And Tommy? I might have to retract my earlier retraction. Cos wtf?? Literally had just finished talking about how its hard to accept yourself in a “macho” field, then makes a dig at Buck when he fumbles? Not cool. Then not communicating what was happening until he was getting in the Uber? You dont just abandon someone at a restaurant like that. I understand the “you’re not ready” thing, but that was a dick move.

Also, Buck, baby. Sweetheart. Darling. “I look at hot guys’ asses.” Sweetie. Like Maddie said. You are more than an ally lmao. I also just love how Maddie showed interest in getting to know who Buck was talking about and treating the convo after like a normal convo. Because it is! And i love it! But she also emphasized talking to Eddie, because she knew that Eddie would not react poorly. I feel like that just shows how everyone knows how close Buck and Eddie are. TLDR, Maddie is an awesome sister and Buck is lucky to have her ❤️

Next point, the scene where Buck and Tommy talk over coffee. I do think that the hand holding at the end is very sweet and shows how Buck is really trying to be more open, but Tommy is just really starting to rub me the wrong way. Pretty much everything he said contradicts what happened in the date scene. I feel like him being at the wedding is really gonna spark some Jealous Eddie, tho, so i am excited to see that lmao

And Eddie and Marisol? I feel like the show is going in a direction that leads them to breaking up. Like yes, it is showing growth for Eddie and allowed him to acknowledge that he has Catholic guilt, but theres just. No chemistry. It feels awkward. I feel like her being an ex-nun is gonna bring up some issues with Buck and Eddie will not stand for that. I also wanted to point out that i got even more vibes that Eddie could be demisexual, cos he didnt straight up say that he loved Shannon, just that he loved being married to her. And he knows that he is moving too fast and needs to step back a bit

Finally, Buck coming out to Eddie. I do find it funny that Eddie seemed more shocked that Tommy wasnt straight than figuring out Buck isnt straight. But its awesome that Eddie showed interest and genuinely wanted to help Buck through the issue. And the hug? Finally! Give me men not being afraid to hug each other! I feel like this is allowing Buck and Eddie to become even closer (i do hope for Buddie eventually)

Overall, i feel like this episode was great for setting up the development of Buck and Eddie’s relationship (whether it ends up being platonic or romantic). And i am all for Buck exploring his sexuality with someone that isnt Eddie. While Tommy isnt my favorite right now, i do think that he is great for the progression of Buck’s story. I do hope to see more of Dad!Bobby in the coming episodes and how Buck’s parents might react to Tommy. I dont wanna wait three weeks for the next episode 😢. Im ready for the chaos of the Madney wedding

If i think of anything else ill add on, but i think thats all i have for now. Feel free to share your thoughts!

#911 abc #bi buck #buddie #evan buckley #9 1 1 abc #911 cast #911 on abc #911 show #buddie 911 #tv: 911 #eddie diaz #tommy x buck #buck x tommy #tommy kinard #hen wilson #karen wilson #maddie buckley #chimney han #911 marisol #gay #bisexual #evan buck buckely #demisexual #bobby nash #bucktommy #buck x eddie #henren #911 7x05

[vioartemis]

When I'm gone

(Ava Silva x fem! reader)

Summary: It’s easy to fall in love with a warrior nun, it’s loving the warrior nun that’s the hard part. They’re never yours, they never last. Warnings: angst, blood, violence, things don't happen exactly like in the series a/n: couldn't find any Ava fics, guess I have to do it myself 🥲 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

When you first met her, you couldn't help but feel some kind of animosity towards Ava. It wasn't her fault, not directly, but knowing she had the Halo hurt you.

She had never been prepared for it, never trained, never aspired to become the warrior nun, never even knew it existed, yet the Halo chose her. You couldn't seem to find why.

What did she have that made her so special the Halo didn't reject her? What did she have that you didn't? You who trained hard all these years to have your chance with the halo, only to be rejected by it after a few months.

The scar still burnt somedays, reminding you of your failure.

But was it really that much of a bad thing? You were reconsidering it now.

If the halo hadn't rejected you, it would've never gone to Shannon, and therefore never reached Ava. Which would mean never meet her, and never falling for her. Because that's what was happening.

You were falling in love with Ava Silva. And the fat that you had to share an apartment -even if Beatrice was here too- did not help in any way. Nor did the all working-together-at-the-bar-all-day thing. There was never a moment when she wasn't near you.

You weren't complaining, of course, but sometimes you wished for a break. A little one. Tiny little one. Just to have some time to think and try to sort it out.

You were lost, to say the least. Not that you ever had the homophobia speech, you weren't aware of your sexuality until you realized you were falling for Ava. You still weren't exactly sure of it. All you knew was that you loved her, and the chances she liked you too were almost nonexistent.

If only Mary was here... She had disappeared since the fight with Adriel, and you were all worried.

Recently some blond guy started coming to the bar, and you had the feeling he liked her. You were in denial for Ava's side, not wanting to even think about it.

"I think we should talk about what Miguel told me"

You rolled your eyes internally, not so happy to talk about him during your free time with Ava.

"I thought you wanted to go to the party tonight?"

"I do! We can talk when we're there" the brunette replied, turning around to face you as you were both walking towards the bar you worked at during the day

"Can we talk about this later? And just enjoy the night? Please"

You gave her puppy eyes, and of course she gave in. She couldn't say no to you.

So you partied, danced, talked... It was the most fun you've had in a long time.

"Are you going to let me drink alone?" Ava teased you after some shots

"You need someone to bring you home safe"

"Hey, I'm the warrior nun, I can defend myself!"

You chuckled, shook your head, and took the shot from her hand before drinking it. Ava cheered with a big grin and asked for more shots.

"This is going to be so fun!"

You spent most of the night drinking and dancing together, and you had to admit, it was really fun.

The more you were drinking, the more you found her attractive. But maybe it was just the way she looked at you that made you want to kiss her so badly. She had something in her eyes, something that you didn't notice before.

She looked at you for longer than she usually did, and you could swear you saw her eyes shine the more she looked at you.

It was becoming really hard not to give in and kiss her. Especially since she had her hands on your waist while you were dancing. She was just so close to you, you could smell her perfume, feel her breath on your face.

Unconsciously you must have leaned in, because after a few minutes you were only inches appart. And she didn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary.

She was looking directly into your eyes, lips slightly parted, as if she was also holding back. She was waiting for any sign of approval, anything that could tell her you wanted it to happen.

You leaned in a bit more, just enough for her to back away if she wanted to, but instead of doing so, she pressed her soft lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

When you opened your eyes, you were in your bed, in Ava's arms. She was playing with your hair with a soft smile.

"Good morning"

You tried to sit up, but she held you down.

"Stay here just a bit more, okay? I want to keep this moment going"

It was your turn to smile this time, but quickly you frowned.

"When did we get back from the bar? I don't remember well..."

Ava chuckled and told you how you were pretty drunk, and she almost had to carry you home. Apparently, you insisted a lot for her to sleep with you, which she found really cute.

"You also asked me if I thought we'd find each other in our next life"

You were embarrassed by that last bit, but happy to be with her more than anything else. You stayed in each other's arms a bit more before she finally spoke again.

"Why didn't you tell me for the Halo?"

You were surprised by the sudden question, and not sure to understand what she meant.

"I saw the scar..." she continued

Oh... That's what she meant.

You sat up, playing with your fingers nervously, ashamed.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you but... I was scared. I didn't want you to think of me as failure"

She cupped your face softly, forcing you to look at her.

"You're not a failure. Don't ever say that again"

Then, she kissed you tenderly and hugged you tightly.

"I wanted to do that for so long" she admitted with a little laugh

"You should've tried sooner then"

You both laughed at yourselves.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

Things went terribly wrong. The plan to put the thorn crown on Adriel's head failed, and now all hope seemed lost. Mother Superion almost died, Camila and Yasmine too... You were not sure there was a chance to win anymore.

But Ava came up with a plan with Jillian's help. What could you possibly lose trying?

"The Arc should be here! Why isn't it here?"

Yasmine clearly started to panic at the empty spot before you.

"Jillian lied to us." Beatrice sternly said

"But why?"

"Because I asked her to"

You didn't need her to say more to know. It was enough for you to understand everything she had planned.

"No... please..."

When Ava looked at you, the expression on her face broke your heart.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but it's the only way..."

"There has to be something else! It's not- it can't-" you stumbled on your words; eyes filled with tears

"I'm afraid there's not..." your girlfriend said as she got closer to you and cupped your face

"It's so unfair..."

"... I know. I'm sorry"

She looked directly into your eyes, as if she was trying to print your image in her mind. Her own eyes were filled with so many emotions, it was obvious it was hard for her to do that.

She smiled sadly and pulled you in for a last kiss, a goodbye kiss.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks at this point, and as soon as she pulled away from the kiss you wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug.

"Please don't go... We can find something else... Please..."

"... I promise to find you in my next life"

She only let you a second before phasing through the floor and disappearing, causing you to fall on your knees, broken.

Letting the love of your life sacrifice herself was not an option. With Yasmine and Bea's help you managed to find where the Arc was, and so where Ava was.

You felt terribly guilty not to have understood what she was about to do. You should have seen it, seen a sign, something, anything. But you didn't, and now because of you she was about to die.

She had been called selfish in the past, putting her safety first, and got in trouble for that, but you would give everything you had for her to do that again -save her life and flee.

When you arrived in the room Ava was in, the first thing you noticed was her fighting against both Adriel and Lilith. Adriel had managed to push her back to the entrance of the room, towards where Miguel's body was lying on the floor.

She gave a look at the blonde's body, before looking back at her opponent.

That's where everything clicked. It was now. She was about to sacrifice herself right now. You could easily guess what she was about to do thanks to a conversation you overheard between her and Miguel.

He had a bomb, and she was about to activate it to kill Adriel, even if it meant dying with him. And you couldn't let her do that.

Just as she was about to use the Halo, you ran towards her.

When the bomb exploded, you were between her and Miguel's body. Exactly where you wanted to be. Your body acted like a shield, protecting her from the shards of the bomb.

Adriel was also badly hurt.

"Take that motherf-fucker" you managed to say before falling face first

Luckily, Ava caught you before you touched the ground, but honestly it wouldn't have changed anything. You were... barely alive. Ava could feel it.

She held you in her arms, trying to see if she could do anything to save you.

"Why did you do that? I should've-"

"Because..." you cut her off "Because you deserve to live. Your life... had been stolen, taken away from you all these years... You deserve to have your life back" you struggled to speak properly because of the pain, but did your best to keep a smile, even if it was weak.

"But you deserve to live too!"

"I lived... a good life. I did what I was supposed to. Now it's your turn to enjoy life"

"How am I supposed to enjoy anything if you're not with me?"

You could clearly hear her voice breaking and see tears in her eyes. You didn't want her to be sad, but it was the only way to save her.

"I'm sorry" you said quietly "Do me a favor... When I'm gone, I want you to wipe those tears away and smile. You're so pretty when you smile... I wish I could see you smile again..."

You let out a sad chuckle.

"No... no you can't-"

"I'm so happy I met you..." you didn't let her finish her sentence "You're the best thing that happened to me, I hope you know that... I've never been so happy to be alive since I met you... You're my ray of sunshine, my light when everything is dark..."

You were well aware that this was very cheesy and cliché, but you had to let her know how you felt. You never really talked about it before, thinking you had time to do so later.

You put a hand on her cheek, softly wiping a tear away, leaving a bit of blood on her skin. You pulled her closer and looked into her eyes one last time. Your lips were only inches apart.

"I love you" you whispered before kissing her

She held you close while she kissed you back, until your hand fell from her face and your whole body went limp. The scream of distress she let out could break anyone's heart easily.

She kept you close for a while, holding you against her, crying in the crook of your neck.

The shine of the Halo made her look like an angel. The most beautiful angel the earth had ever known.

#ava silva #ava silva x reader #ava silva x fem reader #warrior nun

[dreamgrlarchive]

My Fav Bad Girls

#PrettyHeiressDiaries: BGC Edition 🎀

tiara - bgc 7

“i’m the sh*t! look at me, then look at you! look at your hair, then look at mine!” ❤︎︎

bougie girl down! the hair and makeup were never not on point (tbh this is the reason i like most of these girls)!

real and pretty. never hopped on a bandwagon simply bc it was popular.

so freaking funny! and effortlessly too. she never came across as try hard.

my number one fav!

ashley - bgc 6

“i’m establishing my own dominance and these b*tches can’t f*ck with me!” ❤︎︎

if tiara is my number one fav, ashley is a close number two!

very girly girl and i love that in anyone.

cute little playboy bunny.

so authentic and never gave snake or try hard.

took an entire house on and was not scared to stand alone.

danni - bgc 8

“i’m not scared of no b*tch! whoop my ass today, whoop my ass tomorrow! i don’t give a f*ck how big you are! if i wanna do something i’m gonna do it and none of these b*tches are gonna stop me! so i’m glad you whooped my ass! that was the biggest fight in bad girls club history and it ultimately made us the stars, so, THANK YOU!” ❤︎︎

if you pay attention, danni was never the issue. she just always had her sisters back unconditionally. as someone with three sisters, i love that.

she and her sister WERE the entertainment of season 8.

knew she couldn’t fight and walked into the lions den unafraid. tbh i don’t care about a girl that “fights”. that is NEVER the reason i like someone. it’s corny.

danni was very clearly aware of the bigger picture and simply did not care about taking a hit. it’s not that deep.

camilla - bgc 8

“b*tch you’re just mad that another cute, hottie chick came up in this mug, and looked AMAZING!” ❤︎︎

gorgeous!!!! doesn’t get enough credit as one of the prettiest bad girls.

as someone that has been bullied in real life it was so fulfilling to see the way she handled it. she didn’t let ANYTHING shake her.

said exactly how she felt when she felt that way.

girls were jealous and she knew it.

sarah - bgc 11

“there’s no lying or sugar coating it! i do what i say and i say what i do!” ❤︎︎

my fav bgc blonde of all time. better than kate, kristen, and jada in my opinion.

yeah she talks a lot but she’s real and isn’t scared of anyone.

i would love to be friends with her she seems so sweet and caring. she reminds me of the girls that took me under their wing when i started at hooters.

called out stephanie’s irrelevant ass at the reunion, checked mehgan as soon as she heard shit talking + anyone who beats gigi’s ass is a fav in my book!

her signature piercings, bows, and blonde hair was so bimbo i love it. + that iconic reunion look!!!

unfortunately didn’t get enough time to shine on that raggedy season of hers but she was definitely the star of season 11 so i’m glad we got to see more of her on BGASB and season 13.

jelaminah - bgc 14

“i don’t feel like i’m better than nobody!… but i’m comfortable with who i am because it’s taken me a lot!” ❤︎︎

dominance at its finest. she said it’s the jela show and manifested that down. she had girls stuck in her face, but talking behind her back. that’s because they knew it wouldn’t fly.

her signature look oozed of feminine allure. educated! believed in having her own life and goals AND not entertaining men that weren’t up to her standards.

she kept her space clean and was disgusted by mess and filth.

able to cope with lots of personalities and get along with everyone.

proud to be black and didn’t tolerate racism.

the clermont twins - bgc 14

“you know, certain things i can’t help. i feel like i’m not just cute; like i got a lot going for myself and i’m smart. so like when you’re that strong of a person, you’re a bad b*tch!” -shannon

“i just look so damn good, and it’s so hard to meet other girls who are just as confident as i am! -shannade

“b*tch, SHUT UP!” ❤︎︎

vain black barbies and i’m here for it.

as much as people seem to think otherwise, they weren’t mean girls or bullies. they just spoke up for themselves when getting unsolicited harassment from the other girls.

every look for for me was a ten. i loved their aesthetic back then.

smart girls. they capitalized on their appearance on the show and now they’re two of the most noteworthy and wealthy bad girls ever.

unshakable confidence. the other girls wanted them humbled so bad and they just didn’t waiver. luvs it.

#prettyheiressdiaries #bgc #i had this idea for ages but #saw bakeryfairy do this first #my posts #the prissy girl agenda #edit: sarah

[baddygab-bi]

My theory is that Eddie is going to be written as an ever straighter man in 7x05. Based on the leaks (however true they are), it seems like I’m going to be right, but I was thinking all of this before the leaks came out. I won’t say what they are, only the things I’ve been thinking for weeks or things that can be easily assumed based on writing and plot. (Also please don’t send me more spoilers, I want to have some surprise)

In s7 so far, Eddie has been seen as a guy who married a woman. I thought the line “you mean slept with,” was weirdly included to show that Eddie likes to sleep with women. Also he enjoys cars, martial arts, going to the bar, and basketball. Can queer men like these things? Of course, Tommy does, Buck does (mostly), but the point is that they’re seen as stereotypically straight-man stuff, which is why it’s more shocking that Tommy and Buck are queer. They’re giving Eddie more traits to make him ever more masculine. They mention his girlfriend a lot and show them standing pressed-up against each other.

We all know that Buck is going to come out to Eddie in his loft. I can 100% see them having Eddie being the very supportive straight best friend to Buck, because I think the show wants that dynamic of “queer man and best friend face no awkwardness, just support and love.” To show the audience that two men, even one who’s bi can still have a close best friendship with another man without it going romantic.

Oliver and Tim both said things along the lines of the crush not being on Eddie, no plans for buddie right now. Ryan said (around the time of shooting this episode) they’re going to be closer than ever, which I assumed weeks ago was that Eddie is going to call Buck brother in that loft scene. Closer than ever? They haven’t recently defined their relationship at all, so being referred to as brothers would definitely fit that mark. This also would create deniability for the writers not making buddie canon, because “they’re brothers.” Oliver also said “if one character realizing his bisexuality” and I know he was talking specifically about people’s reactions to Buck, but the singularity of it made me instantly think that he’s the only one exploring his sexuality this season.

Next, we know Eddie and Marisol have a sexy time moment in this next episode because the actress posted a picture. Easiest way for the audience to see Eddie as a straight man? Have sex with a woman. “But Buck had lots of sex with women and he’s bi!” True. But you have to think of it as a general audience, mainly straight, viewer. Woman = not gay. Especially with what (according to leaks) seems like the plot will be more about Eddie wanting sex than the other way around. We know he and Shannon had a good sex-life and that it’s implied that he and Ana hooked up at least once if not more. He’s no Buck 1.0, but when it comes to Eddie’s sex-life, the writers aren’t shying away from him being seen as a manly man.

In the promo we see him and Marisol at the restaurant and the one thing I noticed first was the fact that Edy’s shirt is low cut and her push-up bra is truly doing the most. Like half of her boobs are just totally out. Wardrobe dressed her to look all sexy (they very likely provided the bra too), to show that Eddie is a typical dude-bro with a hot female girlfriend. In an episode that Ryan mentioned included something about intimacy, and from what I know of the leaks, it’s really digging into the fact that men have sex with women and it’s all the show that Eddie is here for that.

If buddie ever goes canon, the earliest I can imagine things even starting on Eddie’s side would be season 8. I think Marisol is here to stay until further notice, which makes me sick, but I’m theorizing that the “looks at their relationship closer” thing will be him asking her to move in, because that’s the only thing it can be. From what we’ve seen and heard, their relationship is going good, and even though these writers have lost the plot (literally and metaphorically), because it’s been less than 5 months of dating and they’re still getting to know each other, they think that seems like the next step in their relationship. It once again will highlight the way they want Eddie to be seen as a macho guy. I know so many people are thinking that the writers are just putting Eddie through this relationship to show that he’s a repressed queer man, but i don’t agree. I mean, yeah he could been repressed, but I don’t think that’s why the writers are doing what they’re doing. I think we’re trying to find something that they’re not giving us, because what they’re giving us just feels so wrong with everything else we know about Eddie so far and where his story was leading to in s6.

Plot wise, buddie still made the most sense. Past tense. The end of season 6 really fucked with things to the point where had they gotten rid of both girlfriends, it would’ve been fine, but it still feels like Buck and Eddie are too separate right now for it to go romantic as it is right now. But as for partners, yeah, Buck and Eddie will always make the most sense for each other in theory. In practice though, the show does have to worry about ratings and hopefully the reactions to Buck show them that they don’t have to worry about it negatively affecting the show, but I just really don’t think that they’ll have Eddie be anything other than straight because they’ll lose fans that way. Granted it’s homophobic fans, and they’ll gain more queer fans, but when you think about the business side, the numbers would jump too much. I love how much we all love watching 911, but people watching through pirated links, illegal streaming sites, tumblr gifs, TikTok’s, and uploaded google files, while they are obvi massive fans, aren’t considered in the viewership counts. The show may gain a huge influx of viewers if Buddie happens, but the numbers they’re looking at aren’t tumblr users, they’re people watching on Hulu and live TV. Which tends to be people in older demographics, people they risk losing if they have the other “hot straight firefighter” “go gay.”

This isn’t to be negative. I love buddie. I love BuckTommy right now too. I’ll be so sad when Tommy leaves. I’m just trying to be realistic because I can see so many people getting their hopes up, and not just in a fun shipping way, but in a real way where they’re confident buddie is going to happen this season. I’m so scared for the show and everyone’s heartbreak when it doesn’t happen.

#911 spoilers #911 abc #eddie diaz #911 theories #911 s7 #911 speculation #911 7x05 #911 marisol

[lover-of-mine]

I had a theory I wanted to share but bear with me while I get to it.

Thinking about how now we know for sure Eddie & Marisol are actually having sex regularly got me thinking about how Eddie & Shannon's problem was never their sex life and wondering how/if that plays into Eddie being with Marisol? Because we know things never seemed to click with Ana both emotionally and physically but they are clicking physically with Marisol up until the whole nun thing after which Eddie seemed to be like "well I guess we'll break up now" but didn't seem too devastated by it? If anything he felt more like someone in the beginning of relationship not someone after months of dating & then moving in together. Which of course they decided to slow that because he realized they were going too fast but he said he really wants this time to work out but I'm not seeing a convincing reason why? They're friendly sure & having good sex I guess but what's their emotional connection? How close actually are they? I'm having a hard time understanding it. But this is only his like 3rd ever relationship right? He doesn't have a lot to compare it to & so maybe because he clicked in a way he didn't with Ana that maybe reminds him of what he had with Shannon? Except he & Shannon were best friends, they had a deep emotional connection in addition to a pretty good sex life. So I don't know but maybe Eddie is thinking they needed to move in because it would help them get closer and now maybe they need more time or something? We know he hates dating and feeling like he needs to perform so maybe it's like this is the first woman since Shannon he's able to/enjoys sleeping with so he figures that must mean something more? And I love the idea of he's never considered men being an option before and him now starting on that journey or realizing he did like men or at least Buck and he's now realizing Buck could be an option, like any of those theories and then realizing maybe what he's actually missing in his relationship with Marisol he already has with Buck and realizing he can also have that good sexual part of it (not that he has to but it does seem important to him) too. Because for all of the problems that he & Shannon had they did love and care about each other. I like to think if she'd lived they would have still gotten divorced & actually settled into a solid friendship with each other. But that's neither here nor there.

Is this a crazy stretch? Maybe. I'm just trying to make sense of it all. And I'm a Buddie girlie at heart always so it makes me feel more hopeful.

No, I'm actually with you here. I think Ana was just the first person he thought he could latch onto back then, and she was pretty and nice and Chris liked her, so he thought he could learn to love her eventually. I mean the show does imply that eddieana had sex. I know we like to joke they didn't, but the show very much does imply that with the "you really like to dress me up" "and the other thing" comment at the store before the first panic attack. But they weren't clicking emotionally and we didn't see them connect physically, so Eddie was just "sticking it out". Shannon, the sex worked and I did know how to talk, I don't think you can fight the way they did if you don't know each other. Shannon knew exactly how to disarm Eddie. How to say the thing that would get him questioning his actions. So even if we didn't get to see a lot of moments in their marriage where they were just happy, we know they had good sex and we know they knew how to talk. With Marisol he seems to be connecting with her physically, but he can't seem to connect with her emotionally, because we don't know anything about Marisol because the impression they are giving is that Eddie doesn't know a lot about her. He could have thought that the shock of moving in would bring them closer and then make the relationship better, there is an argument to be made there. And like, he says he really likes her but his brain went to the break up route and he didn't seem that devastated about it. It is canon information that this is Eddie's 3rd relationship, assumed 3rd person he slept with. So he doesn't have a lot of reference points. Which is why he keeps chasing Shannon. But I also think that enough pent up sexual energy can make people see more in a relationship than there actually is, good sex doesn't equal a good relationship (just look at Buck and Taylor and the way they had the chemistry but lacked everything else). But Shannon worked because they had both the friendship and the chemistry. If Shannon was still alive I think they would very much learn to be friends for Chris' sake and eventually settle back into the friendship and figure out who they are together while better equipped to handle what's being thrown at them. But he's lacking the communication aspect of a good relationship with Marisol. He doesn't have the friendship. He does have the friendship with Buck though. And I guess having sex with men in general never occurred to him (but as a demisexual Eddie believer I think sex is not something he worries about a lot unless it's actively creating problems in his life like in merry exmas and you don't know me, both episodes who contain the two sex scenes that lead to problems in the relationship, and it is an interesting way to create problems on Eddie's relationship by calling back to that conflict with Shannon that eventually led Eddie to let Shannon back in but literally led to him kicking Marisol out, also interesting that he sneaks Shannon out of the house and leaves Marisol alone in it) so he never thought about having sex with Buck specifically, but I don't see how Eddie could go "oh maybe I want to have sex with men?" and not instantly attach that to Buck too, because he's Buck. Considering the way I don't think Eddie knows how to qualify who Buck is to him, but does have Buck stored away as the person he trusts the most, I think that attraction to men would instantly attach to the safest person, and that's Buck.

But the question is how they are gonna handle his sexuality. I don't know if they are ever gonna explicitly label him, or Buck for they matter, on the show, but on a meta level Buck is being thought of as bisexual and they are adding to the pieces that are already there to make Buck a bisexual man. I have no idea where Eddie's sexuality is going. I can give you an argument for that man to be demisexual and/or demiromantic with the last episode. The fact that he didn't know that aspect of her killed his boner and his excitement with the relationship. So much so he had to go back to the getting to know her step. But is the show ballsy enough to have a character like Eddie be demisexual? Are they ballzy enough to make the womanizer bi and the single father ace? I don't know. Probably not. I think Eddie has a complicated relationship with sex. Is it the religious trauma? Is the demisexuality? Is it both? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I also think that that complicated relationship with sex makes it harder for him to want to date, because dating comes with expectations. He's clearly not romance or sex repulsed, but he does have trouble connecting on a deeper level with these women. He doesn't have trouble connecting with Buck. I think if you plant the attraction to men seed with him, his brain would fill the empty space with Buck. Kinda in the same way he keeps trying to match these women to Shannon. So he could get there. He can absolutely get there. I see this being a route to be taken. I don't know if the show is brave enough to do it though.

#i have many questions about how they're gonna handle eddie being queer if thats where its going #because i cant get a read on that man's sexuality keowksokossos #i mean demisexual works beautifully but at the same time i keep thinking #this show is not brave enough to actually do this #like no way they would give us a demi/bi relationship between two men who truly love each other #that's an unrealistic expectation kskapskslspskps #but i am curious #911 #911 spoilers #911 speculation #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌

[sevensoulmates]

As always it's a delight to get to read your posts and meta, it's just as satisfactory and fun as it is watching the show. You're just awesome ❤️

You know after watching the last episode (and now that we know little bit more about Marisol) it made me feel really sorry for her, because I just know she'll be collateral damage while Eddie figures himself out and that's just so sad. And I wasn't really sure why those comments Eddie made about him/Marisol when they encountered Buck and Tommy at the restaurant and after having sex with her made me feel so uncomfortable, but then you pointed it out and I was like yeah that was kinda like locker room talk, Eddie was overcompensating here like trying to be a big macho man and that's why it felt so weird.

I'm baffled about Eddie's situation the most because I'm sure it's gonna be hell for him for a while since he will have to work through a lot of issues to finally be at peace with himself. And until stated otherwise my headcanon is the same as yours. I'm sure he is a gay repressed man (and not no get into the gay Eddie vs demisexual  Eddie discourse but I'm sure he may be both) I grew up in a Mexican household, I was raised catholic and although I wasn't in the army my dad was and he raised me and my siblings with an iron fist. So Eddie's background/storyline has always hit too close to home for me. I'm just dreading all the issues he's going to have to face.

Which brings me to this. To show his coming out arc and make it into completion do you think they will have to show us more about his childhood and upbringing, not just having Eddie talking about it but to have scenes like we did with Buck's childhood?

And why do you think the scene about Buck apologizing to Eddie for hurting him at the basketball court had to happen off screen?

Btw thanks for always replying to my questions.

Hi there!!! No problem!!! You always have super interesting questions to ask, so I am always delighted to answer them!

We all know how Eddie feels about "performance". I just feel like why would Eddie feel like the performance stops once he's actually made it past the dating phase and into the relationship phase? Maybe the external pressure from others is off (none of his family or the firefam questioning him, etc) but in order to KEEP the relationship, it really would require MORE performing.

It's fascinating to me, because we don't see Eddie acting this way with Shannon. You could make some arguments that their relationship was pretty fractured from the get-go and we didn't really see their dating/"honeymoon" phase but even when they were ~slightly~ back together in season 2b, Eddie wasn't acting like that with Shannon. Even when they were sleeping together, he wasn't. The most he did was make a couple of cringe comments about his "dashing good looks" or something, but that was more poking fun at himself. Even when Eddie was telling Buck about how "sex complicates things" with Shannon, he wasn't out here smirking or making comments about how good it feels to finally get some after two years of (apparent) celibacy. Say what you want about their relationship, but at least Eddie respected Shannon enough as a person to not start speaking about her that way. Their relationship was far too serious for that.

With Ana, it was so incredibly hard to watch because even though the storyline ITSELF wasn't about sex, a lot of their scenes had that edge to it? Like the sex-scene fake out in season 4, "grade me on a curve", "you really like to see me dressed up" "and the other thing" it was so ODD and FORCED. At the time of s4/5 airing you could maybe chalk it up to Eddie overcorrecting since it's his first real relationship after Shannon, but then he goes and does the same thing with Marisol which now makes it a pattern.

Once it clicked in my brain that the reason his relationships with women feel so fake is that he is literally putting on a show of hyper-heterosexuality (idk if that's a real term or not but roll with me here) it all made sense. I think seeing him "in a relationship" with Marisol for real was the final puzzle piece to seal this deal for me.

His extreme performances with these women, combined with their purposeful lack of development into full characters, all points to the fact that none of these relationships are going to work out. Eddie is not going to be able to actually settle down with his "endgame" partner until he actually finds someone he can be his true, real self with and "doesn't have to pretend with them" ;)

Is it bad that I actually enjoyed getting to know Marisol a little? Putting aside the actress, Marisol, the character, is interesting, because we're actually getting to know her a little bit more, far more than we got to with Ana. But I find both of these love interests fascinating in one mutual way: the fact that they put up with Eddie. Like I think about other characters and if they would've been okay being treated by their partners the way Eddie treats his girlfriends and I'm like.....hell no!

Oddly enough the only person I could see putting up with it was Buck before he finally started realizing that he doesn't have to be in a relationship with someone just because they want him. Only someone who also has deep insecurities, abandonment issues, and a general lack of self-respect would put up with Eddie's BS to his girlfriends. That's not to say that Eddie's a horrible person or abuses his partners or anything, but it's basically indisputable that he does not ever put in any emotional work to actually create meaningful relationships with his girlfriends. So why were Ana and now Marisol, so willing to accept that?

Ana resisted the break-up even though she could feel Eddie's whole heart wasn't in it. She was willing to keep trying in a dead relationship just in the hopes that something would work out. The same goes for Marisol. Idk about you, but if I was in a relationship with a man for going on 4-6 months and he knew NOTHING about me? I'd feel unloved, uncared for, and unappreciated, and I'd LEAVE.

We know that Marisol was scared of Eddie rejecting her or fetishizing her and that's why she didn't tell him about the nun thing, and I understand her reasoning and fear there. But gworlie, what else do we know about you? Can Eddie name a single hobby you have outside of loving Jesus and DIYing houses? Does Eddie even know your last name? It really makes me think that Marisol is unfortunately the type to just let things like this slide in the hopes that some man will accept her, any man. Since they rarely do because of the nun thing. And boy, do I understand that feeling, but that's NOT real love. I bet you anything once we get to the Eddiemarisol breakup she's gonna be very similar to Ana in that she knew Eddie's heart wasn't fully in it, but she just didn't want to be alone again.

I think that like attracts like, and Eddie's clutching onto this relationship for the same reason Marisol's clutching onto this relationship: because it's easier than being alone and being judged for it.

This is a tangent but I also want to point out that one thing that Eddie found uncomfortable about Marisol being a nun was the fact that nuns used to be his teachers....but was Ana also not a teacher? Just because she wasn't a nun, doesn't mean she couldn't have also been in a position of power that Eddie could've found uncomfortable. I find it interesting that even though Marisol's not a teacher, the show found a way to connect her to teachers and therefore to Ana.

As for Eddie's coming out arc, while I don't think it's entirely a necessity to have flashbacks to how he grew up, I certainly think it would help a lot of people who can't read between the lines if they had some. I especially would like to see scenes of young him + Shannon. Maybe seeing how the pressure from his family and church led him to believe men have to be a certain way, potentially microaggressions about being lgbt that he might've seen from his family/church (I don't necessarily mean full-on homophobia but possibly like little ways in which he was shown that there was no other "acceptable" option from his church other than heterosexuality. I think seeing scenes of how he and Shannon got together could be enlightening too, how their community reacted to them getting pregnant, etc. I think all of this, combined with a mirrored storyline in the present (similar to Buck Begins) would really drive home the point the show is trying to make, especially if they can finally be overt about Eddie's queerness. BUT all of this can still be done present day without the need for flashbacks either. I just think it would be a way to make the storytelling more rich and to spell it out more obviously for the people in the back.

As for Buck apologizing to Eddie for the basketball scene...I would've liked to see it too, but at the end of the day, it's like Ryan said in his interview...Eddie was always going to forgive Buck because he loves him to his core, because he knew Buck didn't come at it from a place of truly wanting to hurt Eddie. All of it was a manifestation of Buck's own issues, and by this point (especially after the lawsuit arc and the deadbrother arc) Eddie is aware of that. We did see plenty of scenes where Buck was scolded and demonstrated he was aware his actions were shitty, and Eddie probably assumed that letting Buck stew in his own guilt was atonement enough. And so I think likely the writers felt that in the end, the sentiment got across. Separately--given all the switcheroo stuff that happened with 7x04 and 7x05, I wouldn't be surprised if there WAS an apology scene and it got cut for time.

#911 abc #speculation #eddie diaz #eddiemarisol

[shewreckz]

Interview

Shannon: So let me get things straight...

Shannon: You graduated from Tastyville High around five years ago, correct?

Mindy: Oh my gosh, that was five years ago already? Geez, that means I'm already getting old. I don’t have any white hairs, do I?

Shannon: Uhh...no? I don't think so. But that's not really important. I just need to ask you a few simple questions about your high school. It won't take longer than a few minutes.

Mindy: Oh, totally! I can give you aaaaalll the juicy gossip. I was friends with, like, everyone so I know everyone's dirty secrets! Don't tell anyone I told you any of this, though. Soooo...what do you wanna hear. Crushes? Breakups? HEARTBREAK??

Shannon: Well, we don't really write about gossip at Nowtime News, but uh...thank you for the offer?

Shannon: All I need you to do is look through this year book photo and name all the people you see, alright?

Mindy: Oh. My. Gosh! This brings back so many old memories!

Mindy: I remember this like it was yesterday! There’s actually a whole story behind this photo, y’know?

Mindy: So basically Sue and Timm were having this huge fight because Timm is so nonconfrontational and a pussy about everything and it was kinda like creating this huge rift in the friend group and then people were taking sides and stuff like Cecilia thought Sue was being too harsh on Timm but then Indigo totally agreed with Sue but then Mary thought Sue was being too harsh but she didn't really wanna say anything cause she had this massive obvious crush on her at the time and-

Shannon: MINDY!! Like I said, I don't write about gossip! I just need to know if you know them or not!!

Mindy: Ok geeeeez, sorry!!

Mindy: Yeah, so like, that's me, that's Indigo, Timm, Cecilia, Sue, Mary, James, Connor, and...

Mindy: Uh...

Shannon: What? What is it?

Mindy: That's...uhhhmmm...uh. Gosh, I know everyone, how come I don't remember this guy's name?

Mindy: Wait, wait, don't tell me, it's on the tip of my tongue! Ok...that's....Wesley? No. William? It starts with a w, right? Am I close?

Shannon: ...Not even remotely

Mindy: No wait I totally got this! It was an f name, right? Ferdinand? Francisco? Wait...was it Finley? Yes, that's totally it, isn't it? He looks like a Finley!

Shannon: Mindy, do you know the guy or are you just guessing random names??

Mindy: Sigh...ok. I don't know him. I think I vaguely remember seeing him around, but...that's it.

Shannon: Are you sure? Is there really no information you can give me about him?

Mindy: Well...I guess there is one thing...

Mindy: I never spoke to him, but whenever I switched classes, we'd pass each other occasionally on the way to seventh period

Mindy: And sometimes, I'd look back at him. And he'd look back at me.

Mindy: He had this creepy vacant stare. Like he wasn't really there at all.

Mindy: Or maybe his glasses were just really fogged up, or something.

Mindy: But uh, apart from that, nothing else really comes to mind. Sorry!

Shannon: ...Hm. Interesting.

Shannon: Well, alright. I think that's all I needed to know. Thank you, Mindy.

Mindy: Awww, you have to go already? But I didn't even get to tell you about the time that Sue broke a guy's nose because he looked at Mary weird! Or the time that-

Shannon: Oh wow! Look at the time! So much important reporter stuff I have to do. Which is very urgent and needs to be taken care of immediately. Okbyethanks.

Just as I suspected...no friends, no connections, nothing. It lines up with the testimonies of everyone else I interviewed, but that's what makes it all the more puzzling. Why do all of the personal anecdotes of his life completely contradict all the evidence I've come across? If he's lying about certain aspects of his past, is it possible that he's lying about more things as well? And most importantly, what is he getting out of this? Are these simple white lies, or do they conceal a more sinister truth that he doesn't want me to uncover?

Whoever you are "Moe"...I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

#flipline #flipline studios #papa louie #flipline shannon #flipline mindy #flipline moe #soda's art

[spaceprincessem]

and some things you just can’t speak about | 42k buddie fic | ao3

[or the 118 support group therapy au]

All of the lightheartedness seeps out of the room and Eddie purses his lips together, pushing them to the side of his mouth. He doesn’t want to think about Shannon. The lingering anger and bitterness. The guilt snaked around his ribcage, reminding him that it’s unfair to be upset with a dead person. He doesn’t want to think about the way her eyes fluttered when she told him she wanted a divorce. How her lashes feathered together when they fell shut for the last time. In the end, Eddie knows they wouldn’t have worked out. High school sweethearts who just wanted to have fun, thrown into life too quickly by two pink lines and a recruiting pamphlet that promised a rewarding future. But now that Shannon is gone, really, truly gone, Eddie feels alone. Alone and undeserving and stumbling through the dark with his hands tied behind his back. And he gets that it won’t always be like this, or he holds onto the idea that things will get better with grasping fingers — he is paying Frank for a reason, but —

But.

But maybe Eddie will always be alone. And he has Christopher, the best goddamn kid in the entire world, but having a child and having a partner are two very different things. He doesn’t even have a fucking best friend, let alone any close friends he’d lean on when everything gets too heavy. It’s a small comfort to know his Abuela and Tía Pepa are only a phone call away, but he can’t ask them to shoulder his burdens.

“People are supposed to wake up from comas speaking a new language or discover they’re suddenly a musical genius,” Chimney says, his smile forced as his eyes gloss over. “I survived a life altering event, but I still feel the same.” 

Chimney shudders on the inhale and Eddie bites the inside of his cheek until he can taste blood. It’s the only thing keeping him from screaming.

“I feel,” Chimney starts again, he’s leaning forward, elbows pressed into his knees, eyes hard on the floor, “I feel—” he cuts off with a wounded noise trapped in the back of his throat.

“Stuck.” Buck says quietly.

Chimney scrubs a hand over his face, “Yeah,” he looks at Buck, something close to a self-deprecating smile tugging up in the corner of his mouth, “stuck.”

 “Me too.”

Eddie’s surprise at hearing himself speak for the first time since he was introduced isn’t nearly as shocking as realizing that both he and Buck say the same thing at the same time. Eddie trails his gaze up the line of Buck’s neck, watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, and finds those glacier lake eyes looking right at him. Eddie’s never been the type of person to stand down. To roll over and bare his belly. He won’t look away, can’t concede to that, but the idea of being seen by a complete stranger is unnerving and Eddie feels a little defenseless. Bobby clears his throat and they both blink out of their strange standoff. Eddie’s flush only burns hotter when he sees Hen and Chim share a look like it’s an entire conversation and something deep and unknown twinkle in Bobby’s eyes.

“That’s something we can all think about for next week,” Bobby smiles knowingly, “where are we stuck in life? And, maybe,” he turns towards all of them, “we just might figure out how to help each other move forward.”

hello all my lovely friends it is here! tagging everyone who showed interest in the story! 

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#buddie #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie fic #also god im sorry this fic is so long LMAO

[bidisasterevankinard]

tease tidbit tuesday! 🎸🎙️

Tagged by @heartbeatdiaz thank you love 💙💙💙

rule: share whatever scene or snippet from your fic that has you excited, ig???

I shared part of it for sss but I needed to share part with Bobby cause his my fav here and I actually excited about this scene

more enemies to lovers au

“Let's get started. Buck, you're the first, play that tune that you showed me a few months ago,” Bobby points Buck to the instruments.  Buck goes to the guitar to play a melody that he started six months ago, but the text never came to him and he never finished it. Maybe someday.  He almost reaches the chorus, when the damn brown-eyed begins to sing and his as it was called "a wonderful angelic drawling voice that makes you think sinful things"(Buck literally read it in twitter once) fills the room. And it took you five whole minutes To pack us up and leave me with it Holdin' all this love out here in the hall I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town Now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before They end the chorus and both are looking at each other shocked. Buck can admit lyrics are good and go with music fantastically. Well, he can admit it for himself, never to anyone else. “I wrote it after Shannon sent the divorce papers,” the only explanation Eddie gives to Bobby, and the old man nods.  Buck feels the urge to be a jerk and doesn’t stop himself. “Couldn't satisfy your wifey?” Eddie turns to him so quickly that Buck is sure his neck will hurt for weeks. Fires of anger and hatred are burning in brown eyes and Buck wants to pour more gasoline. But he doesn’t have a chance to add more. “Well, at least I got into the label not through the bed of one of the producers,” Eddie says with the smirk that Buck hates from the first day he found out about Eddie Diaz, it always makes him want to start a fight.  “I slept with Abby after joining the label. And I didn't know she was a producer,”  “Come on, you're with your story and you haven't whored your way here? How many pussies have you licked and dicks sucked to get there?”  Eddie continues and Buck abruptly gets up and in a few steps overcomes the space between them, standing so close to the brunette jerk, using all his height and size, trying to seem bigger and intimidating. Bobbie’s quiet but rather intimidating voice scares both. “Both shut up and in the corners,” he points to two different chairs in different corners of the studio.  “The lyrics and music are perfect together, so whether you like it or not, we are finishing it. And you better start being a team. Otherwise, both of you will fly out of the label with a scandal that no one will ever want to work with you. Now you both have to stick to each other as if you haven't drank water for days, and the second one is a fountain of pure delicious water. Is that clear?” “Clear,” they both say looking at Bobby like kicked puppies, but then send each other looks that can set someone on fire. “Buck, do you have more for music?”  Bobby looks at him and Buck just shakes his head in denial and slight shame. He had never had to sit for so long with a draft of one song. And moreover, only with a melody. There are no words at all to put his heart in them as much as music does it. “Eddie, more lyrics?”  The old man changes his attention to brown-eyed but Buck prefers to look at the guitar or he might say something again, and maybe Bobby is a good man, and with the patience of the saint, but he has his limits too, and Buck pushed them enough in the past that almost lost his place in the label. “Only three more lines in the start,” the voice of a jerk playing an angel says and Buck can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. Well, looks like they are going to work long together. “Ok, Eddie, give your lyrics to Buck to read. Buck, give Eddie notes to look and Eddie, try to play it. Maybe while you look at the project of the other one it will inspire something. Learn from each other a little. I will go and work in my office, only try to start another fight. I’m serious about ending your careers,” on that Bobby leaves them alone in the studio.

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[demisexual-eddie-diaz]

The Hardware Store

Canon divergences about Bobby and Eddie’s talk in the store. Basically, it’s an Eddie pinning story. I did write this in like ten minutes, so I’m sorry if it sucks.

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“How did you do it with Shannon?”

“I didn’t.”

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Eddie called Bobby frantic, asking for help with one of Christopher’s school projects. Some elaborate, over the top structure.

He’d usually call Buck for this. Buck always knew how to help with Chris’s projects. From models and diagrams to chemistry and bake sales. Buck knew how to do it all. But Eddie didn’t want to bother him. Buck had said something about cooking dinner for…Nicole? Whatever her name is, it doesn’t matter. Buck can’t help them now.

Eddie had mindlessly been answering Bobby’s questions about his dating life, the good and the bad, when he asked something that stuck.

“What did you do with Shannon?”

He looked down at the wood he was holding, longer than he needed to to be honest. He needed to think of a good answer. What did he do to get Shannon? He doesn’t really remember. He should remember. There should be some elaborate ‘will you go to prom with me’ story, or hell, an elaborate ‘will you marry me’ story. But there isn’t. They found out that she was pregnant so Eddie said they should get married. He didn’t even ask her. It was a “I did this, I’ll help you out of it” kind of thing. He couldn’t think of a real answer, so he looked up at Bobby and told him he didn’t.

“You ‘didn’t’?” Bobby questions, staring at Eddie as he stands back up, knees cracking in the process.

“No. I mean, we found out we were having Chris, so we got married. It was the only thing we could do.”

“The only thing?”

“Well, I’m sure some people figured it out, but we weren’t even supposed to be, well you know, before being married. We had to do something, and she didn’t want to have an abortion, so we got married.”

“What about when you started dating? In high school.”

Placing another wood block in the cart, Eddie rested his arm on a shelf and looked back up at Bobby.

“We weren’t even together all that long. We were kids when Chris was born. Shannon was eighteen and I was only a year older. Well, a few months older. We only dated for about ten months before getting married. Like I said, we didn’t have a choice.”

Bobby looked cautiously in Eddie’s direction as they turned down the next aisle.

“Would you have gotten married if you hadn’t have had Chris?”

Without even thinking about it, Eddie gives his honest answer with his back turned.

“If I didn’t know what I’d have in the future? No. I wouldn’t have married her. Maybe not even years after we did. I just don’t think I would have at all. Now that I have this life, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I wouldn’t change anything.”

“Anything? You wouldn’t change ‘anything’?” Bobby asks as they walk up to the checkout.

“Cap.”

“Eddie.”

They pay in silence. How could Bobby have asked him that? Does he need anything else? Would he change anything? Of course he would. Of course he would. He loves how his life is now, so he’s not going to risk it. As they climb into Eddie’s truck, Bobby stops Eddie before they drive off.

“Look, Eddie. I'm sorry for saying what I did. I guess I can go too far sometimes.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

As he starts the ignition, and pulls out of the parking lot, all Eddie can think about is what he’d change. He’d change the fact that he can’t have Buck’s lips on his. He’d change the fact that their left ring fingers are left bare, naked. He’d change the fact that he doesn’t wake up in his bed, with Buck next to him. He’d change the way he held Buck. At times, when they hugged, he can smell the strawberry shampoo Buck uses. He wants to be able to hold him so very close and just breathe Buck in. He’d change the fact that Buck’s hands aren’t always holding his, or on him. He’d change the pictures in their home to those of their wedding and other small adventures. He’d change the fact that he can’t hold Buck’s head in his hands, lean him down, and kiss his birthmark. God, did he love Buck’s birthmark.

The whole ride had been silent, until a muffled sob came from Eddie. Echoing its way to the backseat and being covered up by the honking of the cars near to them.

“Eddie?” Bobby starts cautiously, “what’s going on?”

“It’s too late, Bobby. It’s too late.”

“Too late for what?”

“For what I want. For what I almost had. For what I need. For him to..for me to. It’s too late.”

“It’s never too late. Never.”

“People always say that. But I think it’s not true this time.”

“You can tell him. I promise you, he feels the same way.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“How so?”

“You don’t know how he feels.”

“I know that I had a similar conversation with him when you started going on dates again. I know that I told him it wasn’t too late, but he didn’t believe me. He said if you were going to date someone, going to forget him, then he had to try and find a way too.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I wouldn’t, Eddie. Not about this. Not to you. Not about my son.”

His son. Not about his son. Now Eddie felt like some scared teenager asking permission to go on a date with someone’s daug- son. Someone’s son. Bobby’s son.

“You really think so?”

“Yes. I do. You should talk to him.”

“Maybe.”

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@elvensorceress Hi Jen, Happy birthday my lovely. I hope the day is fun and kind to you, bringing many good things your way.

I’ve just scribbled down a little offering to lay at your feet as a gift, inspired by your wonderful talent and gifts to the world of Demi!eddie fics. I’ll tidy it up and send to ao3 too as a gift to you but for now please forgive any typos or errors. Hope you enjoy this mini ficlit. You’re so inspirational I even have a title without having to think about it so please enjoy 683 words of 💕🌸An Unexpected Love🌸💕

There he goes again, walking past with a smile and for fuck’s sake this time a wink.

It’s really not fair. He shouldn't have to suffer like this. Except Eddie knows life isn’t really meant to be fair. If it was he wouldn’t be having a prolonged existential crisis about his best friend.

And if life was fair it wouldn’t be getting worse.

He’s never been one to lose his head over a pretty face, male or female. He’s never understood that instant burst of attraction or the sudden desire that seems to take over some people. Sure some people look nice enough, pretty eyes, kind smile, technically attractive in all the right ways that people tend to agree on the concept.

Buck looked absolutely normal the first time he met him. Nothing special, just a guy, a stroppy frat boy type guy actually, then he became a nice guy, pleasant looking, a good partner and then he became a fucking miracle, something he never thought he’d have in his life. A friend, a partner, someone to have his back and he looked like every desire Eddie didn’t know he had.

It took years but one day he’d looked and he’d realised that Buck was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and he keeps getting more attractive too, year after year the more special he becomes the more attractive he gets.

Right now, he’s fucking gorgeous and Eddie wants him in a way he’s really not used to. He remembers feeling like this with Shannon at the start but it didn’t last as long, all their problems washed the feelings away.

He’s wanted Buck for so long now and it shows no signs of stopping. Sometimes he thinks he’s used to it. Sometimes. Except he forgets; when he’s away from Buck for a little while he forgets how much he likes his face and so when he sees him again he has to go through this whole fluttery business of taking in his face remembering all over again, how much he loves him, wants him, feel his heart skip and his stomach flip. It’s really quite unfair, he’s far too old and sensible for this kind of thing.

Buck’s on the other side of the room right now looking fucking edible and smiling at him with a look in his eye that been getting more obvious.

Eddie stares back, god he’s staring right back and he can’t hide it anymore. He doesn’t even want to.

Buck cocks his head, holding his eyes and his smile twists, and then he chuckles softly and he blushes!

God Damn it he’s blushing and that is too much. One man can’t be allowed to be that pretty and not get kissed.

Buck looks like he wants to get kissed. Like he wants to get kissed by Eddie.

Eddie stomach flips on a cocktail of desire and hope and love. Shit he’s far too old for this nonsense. Buck’s looking at him like he’s waiting, has been waiting for something forever.

So Eddie’s feet decide enough is enough and that he’s far too old to wait any longer either. He crosses the room towards an unexpected love that came into his life and stayed and now he gets to have and keep it forever.

It’s hard to believe he got so lucky but he did because Buck is moving too. His friend, his love, knows him so well that he sees the decision on his face and just like he always has Buck knows just what he needs and meets him halfway.

They reach each other in the middle of the room and his beloved idiot smiles with his lip caught between his teeth and says hi.

Eddie’s never wanted anything more and he can have it.

He reaches out and pulls Buck close with a sigh of relief and Buck leans into the kiss with very satisfying enthusiasm and just like the first day he looked at his best friend and realised he was unexpectedly in love with him the world changes and becomes a little bit better

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part thirty-seven - dream come true

blue moon 🌙 - MM19xreader, smau, crack comedy, fluff, angst and smut

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‘y/n! Hurry!’ Isla calls from across the beach, and I roll my eyes amusedly, rising up from my seat and lifting up my lehenga skirt so I don’t trip over the hem. Steph picked my lehenga out and even though it’s absolutely beautiful– a blue so light it almost looks white – I’m wishing I’d worn something else because it’s a bit heavy. My arms begin to ache as I walk to where all of the unmarried women stand in an excited little gaggle, waiting for the bride to throw her bouquet.

I glance over at Steph as I walk across the sand, my heart melting as it has done every time I’ve looked at her throughout the day. The smile hasn’t left her face for single moment. She looks absolutely radiant, the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen, and I don’t think I could possibly be happier for her and Ben.

Ben’s been almost as excitable as Steph all day, laughing and joking with his bride and his groomsmen at every possible opportunity. His cheeks must hurt from the way he’s been grinning nonstop. Though I suppose all of us are just as happy as him. It’s been the perfect day.

Our flight landed yesterday morning, giving us enough time to spend a few hours sunbathing on the beach, and the boys’ flight landed in the evening, so we made sure to have Steph hidden away in the villa before Ben could see her. We’ve kept them separated for a week, knowing their reunion today was gonna be much sweeter after the distance.

The ceremony didn’t start until late afternoon so we had almost all day to get ready, all of us swanning around the villa in our matching dressing gowns with glasses of wine in our hands, taking plenty of time with our hair and makeup and outfits. As the maid of honour, I had to equally split my time between getting myself ready and getting Steph ready, but I didn’t mind too much – she’s been so relaxed all day so I didn’t feel any stress at all.

The ceremony went so smoothly – no-one tripped down the aisle, no-one lost the rings, there were no interruptions or hiccups, and neither of them fucked up their vows. In fact, their vows were beautiful – there wasn’t a single dry eye in the wedding party.

As soon as the ceremony was over, we went back to our own villas to change into different outfits for the reception, coming back down to the beach at sunset. We gave our speeches – the bride and groom’s parents, and the maid of honour and the best man. Me and Mason worked on our speeches together, perfecting them, and we’d spent so long on them that we’d managed to memorise each other’s as well as our own – I was reciting his in my head as he read it out loud, smiling to myself about how good the final product was.

Then we toasted to the bride and groom, and the food was brought out. As soon as we were finished eating, we all got up to dance, having spent the last few hours singing and dancing along with the music, having the time of our lives.

Most of the guests, including my family, have gone back to the hotel that we hired out for the wedding party, leaving just Ben and Steph’s close family and friends, and a few of the drunker people who would stay out here partying until sunrise if they could. The wedding planner’s staff have taken all our things up from the villa to the hotel for us – I would have been happy to stay in the villa tonight but the other girls all said they wanted to share rooms with their boyfriends, so we’re moving up to the hotel instead.

But now it’s time for the bouquet toss. Steph wanted to preserve her actual bouquet, so she had two smaller versions made – one to throw, and one for Isla and Cal’s baby, when the little angel is born. Isla’s holding it now, the petals of it resting against her massive baby bump, and she’s leaning against Callum with a tired smile.

She’s 8 months along now, though her stomach is round enough that I keep wondering if the baby might decide to make an appearance any second. We were all worried about her flying, Steph even suggesting we postpone the wedding until after Isla’s given birth or just move the wedding domestically, but Isla insisted that they didn’t make any changes, having a full medical team on board the flight to make sure she and the baby would be okay.

She was nervous for Steph’s reaction at the start, but there was nothing to worry about because Steph was ecstatic. The pregnancy affecting the wedding didn’t even cross her mind, and we’ve all been trying our best to make sure both the wedding and the pregnancy have had equal attention and haven’t been interfering with each other.

To make life simpler, Isla and Steph decided that I would have to be the only maid of honour because we all knew that Isla wouldn’t be able to do all of the duties so far into her pregnancy. She’s still been very involved though, and partied it up with the rest of us at Steph’s hen-do. I’m sure she’d be spending the entire night on the dancefloor tonight if she could, but she’s barely been able to stand up for longer than ten minutes at a time with her swollen feet.

She’d also be in the middle of this group, fighting to the death to get her hands on the bouquet, but Cal would probably shackle her to himself if she tried now – he’s been so protective over her these past few months. It’s been so nice to watch the way he dotes on her, so loving and caring and excited to start a family with her.

And Ben and Steph have been so cute to watch too, with their pre-marital bliss. They’re already so domestic, on the exact same wavelength – they laugh at each other’s jokes without even having to hear the punchline, and they haven’t argued once over wedding planning. Both couples are perfect together.

Mason and I are a slightly different story. Our relationship is still very much platonic, despite how we’ve spent the last 10 months glued together by the hip. We’ve leant into romance every now and then – his hand resting too low on my back, our fingers brushing together too lingeringly, our eyes locking together for just a moment too long – but he’s been respecting my wishes, which I appreciate.

When we got back home from rehab, I told him I wanted to take life a lot slower. Enjoy the journey, let things happen naturally, not spend my entire life rushing. And I told him that included us, which he agreed with. To be fair, I didn’t think it’d be this slow. I was expecting it to take a few months, half a year max. But it’s not long ‘til we get to a year since I left rehab, and we’re still just friends.

But it’s been fun regardless. Spending so much time with him, without any expectations. I go to all his matches and he comes to all my shows. We’ve been on a few short holidays together, and we spend every single one of his days off together, usually on some sort of daytrip to the beach or to a theme park. And we’ve spent so much time helping with wedding planning, and helping get things ready for the baby.

Some days, we’d be at a cake tasting in the morning and then a furniture shop to order a crib in the afternoon. At the hospital for a scan in the morning and at a florist to choose flowers for a bouquet in the afternoon. Meeting the wedding planner to discuss venues and colour schemes followed by shopping for baby clothes. Painting the nursery followed by a dress fitting in the afternoon (yes, Mason somehow managed to worm himself into coming to the dress fittings and got to see Steph’s wedding dresses before anyone else other than me, Isla and Steph’s mum, which he gloated about at every opportunity).

Every minute of every day with Mason is fun, but my favourite days are the days when he comes over early in the morning, when I’m still fast asleep. He climbs into bed with me, pulling me into his arms and burying his head in my neck.

We get up a couple hours later and cook breakfast together, covering the kitchen surfaces (and each other) with the ingredients, before collapsing down onto the sofa and putting on an episode of the Netflix series we’re watching at the time.

We either spend the entire day lazing around the house, napping and eating and watching TV, or he drives me to the recording studio or the dance studio or an interview or whatever I’ve got in my schedule for the day. And he sits there, watching me write music or sing or dance or talk to the camera about whichever stupid topic the interviewer’s asked me about. He always has this look on his face, a mixture of pride and awe and affection and something else, something so strong and raw that it would make my heart stop momentarily.

I look over at him now, stood only a few feet away, dressed in a very flattering black suit, laughing with Trev. He used to lift a hand to run through his hair when he was laughing but he lost that habit when he had his buzzcut.

When Mason sent a message into the groupchat saying that he was at the barber’s, I facetimed him straight away, insisting he kept me on facetime whilst he got his haircut. My heart sunk lower and lower as his barber cut more and more of his hair off, and I couldn’t hide my hatred of the buzzcut at the start (I may or may not have shed some tears as I watched his hair fall to the floor). Mason didn’t really like it either but he did it to shut the haters up on twitter, which I couldn’t really fault him for.

He’s let it grow out now, not as long as it used to be but much better than the buzzcut. He used to have those boyish good looks with his longer hair, but this shorter hair makes him look much manlier, and the change in his physique only adds to that effect. He’s really bulked up – his shoulders are broader, his chest is stronger, his arms are bigger, and don’t even get me started on his thighs.

But my favourite features on him are the same at they always have been – those big brown eyes with their mischievous sparkle, and the happy grin he wears so often. It’s on his face now, my stomach filling with butterflies as I watch him.

My feelings for him go well past friendship, that’s for sure. All I can do is hope that his feelings match mine, though I can’t help but doubt it more and more with each day that goes past without him making a move.

‘Hoping to catch the bouquet, y/n?’ Soph teases, noticing where my eyes are focused and nudging me. ‘Definitely not,’ I say drily, Soph and Sasha both raising their eyebrows at me. ‘Why? Don’t act like you’re not completely obsessed with him, y/n, because it’s clear that you are,’ Sasha says pointedly, and I roll my eyes amusedly.

‘Whether or not I’m obsessed with him is beside the point. I don’t want him to feel rushed into a relationship with me if that’s not what he wants,’ I say mildly, and both of their mouths fall open. ‘Are you being serious? You think he doesn’t want a relationship with you?’ Soph demands, and I let out a soft laugh.

Before I can respond, the girls around me all gasp, and the three of us quickly turn to see the bouquet flying through the air. Right towards me. Before I can react, the stems of the flowers whack off my forehead, and I let out a little yelp of pain, stumbling backwards a couple steps with my hand pressed to my head.

The heel of my shoe catches on my lehenga skirt and I almost go flying, losing my footing and feeling myself falling back towards the floor. Before I hit the sand, a pair of arms come around me, keeping me upright, and I look up to see Mason. He helps steady me, only letting go when I’m firm on my feet, everyone watching with a mixture of concern and amusement, and I let out an embarrassed laugh.

‘I’m fine. Just clumsy. And in pain after Steph’s murder attempt,’ I say pointedly, the girl rushing over to see if I’m okay. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she says through giggles, pulling me into a hug, and I roll my eyes, hugging her back. ‘That was intentional. You literally chucked it at me,’ I murmur so only she can hear, and I can feel her laughing against me as she says, ‘you’ll thank me later.’

She lets go of me, handing me the bouquet from where it’s been abandoned on the floor, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Does it count as mine if it hits off my forehead?’ I say drily, everyone laughing. ‘Of course. It chose you,’ Steph grins, and I just shake my head amusedly at her.

The DJ starts the music up again, everyone falling into their own conversations, and Steph heads over to her husband who’s waiting for her on the dancefloor, leaving me stood with Mason. ‘How’s your head?’ he chuckles, and I shoot him a look.

‘Great attempt at sympathy.’ ‘I’m sorry. It was funny though. Here, let me kiss it better,’ he murmurs, leaning to press a kiss to my forehead, sending a shiver through me. He puts an arm around my waist, the two of us stood side-by-side as we watch the others dancing.

‘Looks like you’ll be getting married next then,’ he says after a few long moments of silence between us, and I laugh, looking down at the white bouquet in my hand. ‘I don’t know about that. Kai and Soph will probably be next,’ I say, watching the two of them together, Soph forcing Kai to dance even though he’s terrible at it.

‘We’ll have to beat them to it,’ he jokes, my heart skipping a beat. ‘We?’ I ask, looking up at him, and he grins easily. ‘Of course. We’re the best man and the maid of honour – it’d be tradition for us to be together. And anyway… no other idiot is gonna tie himself down to you, is he? It’ll have to be me. I’ll take one for the team,’ he sighs, as though it’s the worst task in the world, and I gasp offendedly, hitting him on the shoulder as he laughs.

‘I’m joking, I’m joking, y/n!’ he exclaims, pulling me into his arms so I stand with my back pressed against his front, his chin resting on my shoulder. He feels so big like this, his hard chest and big arms enveloping me in a warm and safe embrace.

‘It would be an honour to… tie myself down to you,’ he says amusedly, and I roll my eyes. ‘Tie yourself down? You make it sound like it’s a sacrifice. Like you’re committing yourself to a life of handcuffs,’ I point out, and he chuckles softly, warm breath fanning down across my bare chest.

‘A life of handcuffs? Kinky, but I’m down. As long as you unlock them on match days. I don’t think I’d be able to play very well with the bedpost hanging off one arm,’ he jokes, making me laugh despite myself, ignoring the dirty part of what he just said. ‘Can’t be any worse than how you normally play,’ I tease, the boy laughing, and I can feel the vibrations through his chest, making me feel warm.

‘Excuse me, y/n. I’ll have you know that I’m Chelsea’s Player of the Season, two years in a row,’ he murmurs amusedly, and I let out a soft laugh. ‘Maybe this season, you should focus more on getting past the Champions League quarter final instead of Player of the Season awards,’ I giggle, and he lets out an offended noise. ‘Ouch. That was low,’ he says, pretending to look hurt when he turns me around to face him, keeping one of my hands in his.

‘Don’t worry. The trophy’s coming back to London this season,’ he says confidently, and I bite my lip to hold giggles before I speak. ‘You really think Spurs can win it?’ I ask, both of us laughing after that. ‘Absolutely not. We’ll be the ones bringing it back. It’ll have dark blue ribbons on it,’ he says assuredly, and I just raise an eyebrow at him.

‘I’ll believe it when I see it,’ I tease, and he just shakes his head, pulling me into his arms. ‘You don’t have enough faith in me.’ ‘Because I’m, like, 99% sure it’s not gonna happen,’ I say, both of us well aware how much of a lie that is (I’m Chelsea’s biggest fan – if anyone believes we can win it all, it’s me), and he just chuckles.

‘I’ll prove you wrong. And then I’ll make you eat your words,’ he grins, and I tilt my head questioningly, heart fluttering. ‘Yeah? How, exactly?’ ‘When we win, I’ll get my medal, and then I’ll bring you down onto the pitch, and you can put the medal on. And when you’re posting selfies on your Instagram, wearing my Champions League Winners medal, you’ll realise you were wrong,’ he says, tone sounding like there’s more he wants to say, and I can’t help but raise my eyebrows again.

‘That doesn’t sound much like making my eat my words. That’s more of a reward, don’t you think? Not really a punishment,’ I reply, and his eyes darken very slightly. ‘Oh, so it’s punishment you’re after? Don’t worry, babe, I’ve got plenty of ideas on how to punish you. Most of them involving-’ ‘y/n! Mason! Come and dance! It’s the last song!’ Steph calls, both of us snapping out of our little bubble, and Mason instantly leads me over to the dancefloor with a little grin on his face.

I put it out of my mind, trying not to think about what he just said, and instead I enjoy the last song at my best friends’ wedding, my heart full as I dance with the people I love more than anything else. We sing the lyrics out at top volume, my voice sure to be hoarse in the morning, but I don’t even care. The smile on Steph’s face is giving me enough happiness to last the rest of my life – I can deal with a sore throat, even if Lisa won’t be happy about it.

When the DJ ends the music and bids us goodnight, we chant for another song but he’s already packing away, so Ben starts playing Blue Is The Colour from his phone. The boys erupt into loud cheers as Steph exchanges an exasperated glance with me, making me hold back laughter. ‘What you got this rubbish on for? Play Blue Moon,’ Jack grins, Ben pretending to swing for him.

The boys belt out the lyrics, somehow managing to pull me and Steph into their huddle, and we cling onto each other to keep ourselves upright, giggling uncontrollably as the boys jump up and down, knocking us around. When the chorus ends, we push our way out of the huddle, the other girls dying of laughter, and I feel the most contented feeling in my heart at seeing the smiles on everyone’s faces.

We begin to make our way up to the hotel slowly, getting distracted every few seconds with the boys’ stupid drunken behaviour. My feet are killing me in my heels and I link my arm through Mason’s, leaning on him for support. ‘Want my shoes?’ he offers, and I shake my head, laughing. ‘I’m okay. Thank you, though.’ ‘Are you sure? I’ll carry you if you want,’ he grins, and I raise an eyebrow.

‘I don’t think you’re strong enough to carry me and this lehenga together. This skirt is heavy as hell,’ I say, and he looks sceptical. ‘It can’t be that heavy if you’re managing to wear it.’ ‘Excuse me, Mr Mount. Are you calling me a weakling?’ I ask confrontationally, and he gives me a look. ‘Yes. Because you are a weakling.’

‘Says you. Your knees nearly buckled last time you lifted me,’ I remind him, and he rolls his eyes. ‘y/n, I’d played 90 minutes and you jumped into my arms as soon as I walked through the door. I was tired and surprised. In other circumstances, I could lift you a lot easier and for a lot longer,’ he says reasonably.

‘Excuses of a weakling,’ I tease. ‘No weakling has arms like this,’ he says proudly, flexing an arm, and his bicep strains against his suit jacket. Now I’m the one whose knees are buckling. ‘Those arms are deceptive. They can barely lift one of my holiday suitcases, let alone me.’ ‘It’s because you overpack. Your holiday suitcases are ridiculously heavy. I could lift you easily. For… 12 minutes at least,’ he smirks, the random number making my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

‘That’s an oddly specific amount of time.’ ‘It’s the amount of time I’d need to get you there a couple times,’ he grins, my stomach turning, and I roll my eyes. ‘You wouldn’t last that long.’ ‘I wouldn’t? Says the one who started crying three minutes in,’ he taunts, and I nudge him to shut him up, looking around to make sure no one’s listening. Good thing they’re all too busy pulling Dec out of a bush.

‘You’re saying that like there wasn’t a build-up. I almost spent ten minutes cutting up the bloody pizza while you were teasing me, so you can’t try and use that against me,’ I say defensively, and he just chuckles. ‘Ten minutes is nothing. I could do worse.’ ‘You wouldn’t be able to resist that long,’ I grin, and he raises an eyebrow.

‘I’ve been resisting for a year and a quarter,’ he says pointedly, my heart skipping a beat. ‘You’ve been resisting me for a year and a quarter. There were probably plenty of other girls you didn’t resist,’ I say offhandedly, and he just looks at me in mild shock.

‘You don’t seriously think I’ve been sleeping around that whole time, do you?’ ‘Not sleeping around, as such. But sleeping with other girls? Yeah, of course,’ I say, and he lets out a harsh laugh, like he’s not at all amused. ‘I haven’t slept with anyone since you in Greece,’ he says shortly, the air around us quickly turning cold. Unease fills my chest at how tense he is now, though I can still feel the way my heart leaps at hearing that he hasn’t slept with anyone since me.

‘Mase…’ I begin quietly, but he waves me off instantly. ‘It’s alright. You don’t have to apologise or anything. It was a valid thing to think. But I was being serious when I said I would wait a lifetime for you, and that hasn’t changed. You still mean just as much to me now as you did then,’ he says softly as we near the hotel entrance, the others slightly behind us.

Before I can reply, Ben joins us, clapping his hands down on our shoulders with a massive grin on his face. ‘Best man. Maid of honour. You know you two have to fuck tonight?’ he says bluntly. All those celebratory drinks must have worn down his filter. Mason starts choking in shock, and I can’t help but laugh. ‘Ben, that’s the newlyweds. We’re not the ones consummating a marriage,’ I say slowly, like I’m having to teach something to a toddler, and he rolls his eyes.

‘We’ll be fucking, don’t worry about that. But it’s tradition for the best man and the maid of honour to do it too. Usually in a broom cupboard during the reception or something, but I don’t think the two of you disappeared at any point, so you’ll have to make do with the suite I booked for you,’ he says cheerfully, Mason letting out a fed-up sigh.

‘The last time you interfered, she ended up in rehab,’ he says drily, Ben choking this time as I burst into laughter. ‘It’s not gonna happen again. And, anyway, it’s not interfering. Everyone else has got suites as well,’ he says mildly, Mason raising an eyebrow. ‘Everyone else is in relationships.’

‘When are you two gonna stop lying to yourselves? You’re in just as much of a relationship as the rest of us are,’ he says, Mason and I silent. What am I supposed to say? Yeah, I’d love to stop lying and be with him, but he won’t make a fucking move. ‘God, don’t both of you speak at once,’ Ben says sarcastically, Mason and I laughing.

‘There’s two rooms in your suite. Two separate beds,’ Ben says lightly as we walk into the hotel lobby, leaving us stood alone as he goes to get all our keycards from the reception desk. ‘Bagsy the bigger room,’ Mason jokes, and I roll my eyes. ‘We never sleep in separate beds,’ I say, and it’s the truth. Every holiday, every trip, even when we stay the night at each other’s houses, we always share one bed. ‘Maybe we should,’ he says cryptically, my heart dropping.

Callum’s appearance stops me from replying this time, and I find myself cursing both of my best friends’ other halves. ‘Mason, can you come to mine and Isla’s room for a couple minutes?’ he asks, Mason’s eyes widening slightly. ‘Um… I love you, bro, and I love Isla too, but not like that-’ ‘Bro, shut up,’ Callum laughs, shaking his head.

‘Isla’s got this pregnancy bed thing that she’s been using and she needs me to set it up but I don’t know what I’m doing.’ ‘Doesn’t Isla know how to do it?’ Mason asks, Callum raising an eyebrow as he glances over at her. She’s leaning back in an armchair, her eyes fluttering shut every few seconds, and my heart aches for her. She must have been so tired, but she’s been putting on a brave face and staying chirpy for Steph.

‘Calm, bro, don’t worry. I’ll help,’ Mason says straight away as Ben comes over with our keycards. We all head up in the lift together, Jack and Declan jumping to make the lift jolt before Isla whacks them over the head with her bouquet. Our suites are all on the same floor, and we bid each other goodnight as we split off through our own doors. ‘I shouldn’t be long,’ Mason says before following Cal and Isla, leaving me to enter our room alone.

I shut the door behind me and head into one of the bedrooms, the silence making me feel on edge. The first thing I do is turn on the TV and put MTV on, playing some music to fill the deathly quiet. I unpack my bag quickly before getting out of my lehenga, my body relieved at no longer being weighed down by the layers and layers of material.

I let myself lie on the bed in just my underwear for a minute or two, enjoying the cold air from the aircon on my skin and thinking about Mason. Maybe it sounds crazy but I really had started to doubt whether he still felt the same about me. But now, in the space of two minutes, he’s reiterated that he’d wait a lifetime for me and then said that maybe we should sleep in different beds. The mixed messages are really not it.

I let out a sigh, getting up off the bed and grabbing my Mount shirt. It’s the one he gave me before I went to LA, and it’s all soft and practically threadbare at this point because of how much I’ve worn it. Mason keeps telling me to throw this one away and wear one of the other trillion Mount shirts I own, but none of them mean as much to me as this one does. Getting rid of this would be like throwing away a piece of my heart.

I wash off my makeup and finish my skincare routine with my legs crossed on the bed, scrolling through tiktok and having to watch every video multiple times because I keep getting distracted with thoughts of Mason. I feel like my body’s crackling with electricity as I wait for him, desperate to just speak to him and finally sort things out. I’m tired of this back and forth – my commitment issues are hating me right now but I need to define our relationship.

I hear the door open as I’m spraying on some rose water, and I have to take a deep breath to try and slow my heartbeat, embarrassed at myself for getting so excited at him literally walking into our hotel suite. ‘y/n!’ he calls and I practically leap out of the bed, feeling even more embarrassed at myself. ‘I’m in the bedroom!’ I call back, listening out for footsteps. Instead, I hear cupboards opening and closing, and I know he’s looking for a snack in the kitchen.

‘Which one?’ he calls back amusedly, and I roll my eyes to myself, walking across the room to the door and sticking my head out. I know him too well, the sight of him rooting around in the snack drawer making me smile. ‘This one,’ I say, the boy looking up with his beautiful grin, white shirt tight on his body and eyes sparkling in the warm kitchen lights, and the realisation hits me like a ton of bricks.

I’m completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Mason Mount.

It feels like my heart’s exploding in my chest as he tilts his head, motioning for me to join him. I walk across the room slowly and he watches me as I do so, looking at me like I’m a vision of beauty even though I probably look a mess with my natural face, even more so wearing just the worn Mount shirt. I take his outstretched hand and let him pull me into his arms. He holds me against his chest with a hand splayed on my back, and the other strokes my hair softly, light tingles dancing across my scalp.

I can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, and the warmth of his body seeps through his skin to mine, thawing me out. He pulls away from me after a few moments, and I ache for him, the inches between us feeling like so much more.

‘What’s up? You seem… off,’ he says, leaning against the counter, and I don’t speak for a moment, just looking at him. He’s discarded his suit jacket, his muscles straining against his shirt, the black ink of his tattoos visible through the thin white cotton. He’s also taken off his tie, the top couple buttons open to reveal a thin gold chain around his neck.

‘We need to talk,’ I blurt out, meeting his eyes to stop myself from ogling his handsome figure, and he raises an amused eyebrow. ‘Do we? What about?’ ‘Us,’ I reply, and he lets out a soft sigh, turning away from me and leaning on the counter with his forearms pressed against the marble. His side profile is so pretty, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, jaw strong and nose prominent. God, I love his nose. I wanna si-

‘I disagree. I don’t think we need to talk about it,’ he says heavily, pushing the thirsty thoughts out of my head and replacing them with nerves. ‘Why not?’ ‘You already know how I feel about you, and it’s torture for me to keep telling you in a trillion different ways only to be brushed off or rejected again,’ he says, my mouth dropping open.

‘Rejected?’ I echo, and he looks at me with just as much disbelief in his face as what I’m feeling. ‘Yes, y/n. You’ve rejected me more times than I can count.’ ‘When have I ever rejected you?’ I demand, and he lets out a humourless laugh. ‘Every single time I flirt with you or talk about us as a couple, you get all quiet and awkward like you feel uncomfortable. And that’s fine – you don’t have to like me back. But stop stringing me along. Say it as it is,’ he says tiredly, and I’m lost for words. He thinks I don’t like him?

‘Mason, you can’t be serious,’ I say, voice soft with shock, and he just looks at me for a few seconds. ‘Yeah, I am being serious. You make me think I have a chance, when you reciprocate my affection and intimacy and flirting, but then you shut me down when you completely ignore my feelings. It’s like… you give me the green light so I put my foot down, but then you turn back to amber. You’re clearly not interested. So if you wanna have this conversation to get me to back off, I understand, and I’ll stop,’ he says, defeat tinging his voice, and I feel my heart ache more with each word.

How can two people who spend so much time together be on such different pages? How can he not know what he means to me? ‘We need to work on our communication,’ I say after a momentary silence, and he raises an eyebrow, looking like he’s holding back laughter. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I can’t believe that you think I want you to back off,’ I reply quietly, and he just stares at me expressionlessly. ‘So… you don’t want me to change the way I treat you?’ he asks slowly, like he’s confused, and I let out an irritated noise.

‘Of course I don’t want that, Mason! I don’t want you to stop with the flirting or the intimacy or the affection, the dirty jokes or the compliments, the way you look at me or the way you hold my hand. There’s only one thing I want you to change,’ I say all in one breath, my heart hammering in the chest at the thought of what I’m about to say. He looks taken aback, surprised at my sudden outburst, and he remains silent, waiting for me to finish speaking.

‘I want you to change… what our relationship is. I need you to make a move. A proper move, not cracking a joke about us getting married or telling everyone I’m off limits. How can you spend all this time showing me so much love but you still haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend? The reason I get quiet when you talk about us as a couple is because I’m confused, Mase. You make me think you want me but you haven’t asked me to be yours yet! I know I said I need time, but I didn’t mean nearly a whole year!’ I exclaim, the two of us just staring at each other, the only noise the music floating faintly from the bedroom and my deep breaths.

After a long few seconds, he holds a hand out again and I take it, letting him pull me into another hug. I slide my arms around him, feeling the contours of his body, the curves of his muscles beneath my fingers, and I let my hands travel up his back, letting my nails run through the short and soft hairs at the nape of his neck. He presses his hands into my back to hold me close, impossibly close, like he’s trying to intertwine our two bodies into one, and I can hear his heartbeat through his chest, a slow and steady rhythm that makes me feel safe. He feels like home to me, and he always will.

‘We’ve spent more time together in the past few months than we’ve spent with anyone else. Maybe we should have spent some of that time talking about our feelings for each other,’ he says lightly, making me laugh into his shirt. ‘You think? It would’ve saved us a lot of stress,’ I say drily, and he chuckles, the vibrations reverberating around his chest and making him skin hum against mine.

‘Listen, y/n,’ he says seriously, moving apart slightly so we can look at each other, his hands still resting on my back and my arms still looped around him. ‘If at any point since Santorini, even for a second, I made you think that I don’t want you to be mine, I’m so sorry. Because it’s what I want more than anything else. You mean everything to me. You’re the most amazing girl in the world. You’re funny and compassionate, and so talented, and you’re far too clever for me to keep up with you, but I’d happily spend my whole life trying anyway. You’re so beautiful that I literally feel my heart stop every time I look at you, and your smile makes me melt. You’re strong and you don’t take my shit and you always help me to stay humble. You can be a bitch but I love it because it makes your sweet moments even sweeter. You’re a legend and a star and a queen and an angel and an absolute dream come true. It’d be the honour of a lifetime if you were mine,’ he says softly with the most handsome smile on his face and so much love in his eyes.

By the time he’s finished speaking, tears are running down my face, and I can’t stop myself from beaming, heart overflowing with love for him, love so strong I can feel it thrumming through my veins with the rhythm of my pulse. How could I be so lucky to fall in love with someone so perfect, and even luckier to have his love in return?

‘I love you, y/n, but it’s more than that. It’s so strong. I feel it with every part of my body, every piece of my heart. I’m in love with you. I have been since the day I met you, and I will be for the rest of my life. Even longer than that, actually,’ he adds on, making me let out a watery laugh. ‘Even when you’re dead?’ I ask, and he nods with a content smile on his face. ‘Forever, babe.’ ‘I’m in love with you too,’ I smile, hands on the back of his neck to pull him down towards me.

When our lips press together, it feels like it’s the first time, a piece of my heart slotting into place, making me feel whole. There’s none of the fire and passion, the lust and desperation of all our previous kisses. This one is steady and slow, like he knows he has the rest of his life to kiss me to his heart’s content. There are no wandering hands or clashing tongues. His fingers press into my back with a soft pressure, and his lips move against mine with nothing but love. He doesn’t taste like tequila or saltwater. He tastes like warmth and home.

When we break apart, we’re both smiling like lovestruck idiots, and I keep my eyes locked with his, trying to brand this moment into my mind for eternity. ‘Aren’t you gonna ask me then?’ I ask with a smile, and he chuckles, raising an eyebrow questioningly though he knows exactly what I mean. ‘Ask you what?’ ‘To be your girlfriend,’ I say with a roll of my eyes, the boy contemplating the question for a moment.

‘I don’t want you to be my girlfriend, though,’ he says, confusion filling me. ‘What?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘I don’t want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to be my wife,’ he says casually, my heart stopping momentarily. ‘…Your wife?’ I echo, and he laughs at my shock. I feel like I can’t breathe as I watch him let go of me and reach into his back pocket, pulling out a small blue velvet box. A ring box. I gasp, hand covering my mouth as he gets down onto one knee, looking up at me with big brown eyes full of hope.

‘I know you want a big fancy proposal with a huge diamond on an engagement ring, so consider this a… pre-proposal. Like a verbal agreement before signing the contract,’ he explains, the football reference making my roll my eyes, and I nod to get him to carry on, the boy laughing at my impatience. ‘And I know you don’t want to get married for a while yet, so that’s also something we can come back to in a few years. But I just want you to know how much you mean to me, and how much I want you to be mine,’ he says softly, before holding up the ring box and opening it, prompting another gasp.

It’s the Van Cleef and Arpels butterfly ring, but this one’s customised, silver with sapphires set into it. It perfectly matches the blue butterfly pendant on the bracelet he bought me in Santorini, the one that’s on my wrist right now and has been every day since he took me to rehab. It’s so beautiful that it brings tears to my eyes. He had this made for me.

‘I’m in love with you, y/n, and that feeling grows more and more every single day. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, every waking moment and every sleeping moment too. I want to have a family with you and grow old with you and go through photo albums with our grandchildren to show them how beautiful their nani or dadi was. So… would you do me the honour of being my wife? y/n… will you marry me?’ he asks, eyes bright with tears, and I nod, steadily crying with the biggest smile on my face, heart full.

‘Yes, Mason. I’ll marry you,’ I whisper, wonder on his face, as though he can’t believe his luck. I grab his hands, pulling him up from the floor and throwing myself at him in a hug, his disbelieving laughter making my skin warm. ‘I’m so in love with you, Mason Mount,’ I say as I pull him into a kiss, his lips curving up into a smile against mine, butterflies filling my stomach.

He breaks away after a few seconds, eager to put the ring on me, and he slides it onto my left ring finger. It’s the first time I’ve ever worn a ring there, having spent my life saving it for an engagement ring, and it fits perfectly, my heart melting at the sight of it on my hand. I hold it up to the light, admiring it, and he pulls me into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. ‘I love it.’ ‘I love you,’ he says instantly, the words making me warm, and I laugh, kissing him again.

‘We’re not gonna tell the others, are we?’ I ask, and he shakes his head. ‘We’ll keep it a secret for a bit. To everyone else, we’re just boyfriend and girlfriend. We can’t tell them all that we’re engaged on Steph and Ben’s wedding day, and I’ll save the proper proposal until after the baby’s born. Let everyone have their moments, and we can share ours with them after,’ he says sensibly, and I nod in agreement. ‘Our little secret,’ I say, and he lifts my hand to his mouth, kissing the ring instead of my skin this time, the action making my stomach turn with excitement. He’s really put a ring on my finger – I’m engaged!

‘It’s so beautiful, Mase. It’s perfect.’ ‘Perfect ring for my perfect fiancée,’ he says softly, my heart skipping a beat at the word. ‘Mason Mount’s my fiancé. Oh, yeah, that’s my fiancé, Mason Mount. My fiancé’s a professional footballer for Chelsea and England. No, I’m not here alone – I’m here with Mason Mount, my fiancé. Lisa, can you reserve a seat in the front row for my fiancé please? My fiancé scored a goal today, did you see? Oh yes, me and my fiancé summered in the Bahamas this year,’ I test the word out, putting on a snooty voice as Mason laughs at my roleplay.

‘Summered? Who uses that word these days?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘People who have a fiancé. I’m gonna have to start using all sorts of new words now. Charcuterie and sandalwood and opera-’ ‘Babe, being engaged doesn’t mean we have to turn into rich people from Downtown Abbey or something,’ he laughs, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I beg to differ. I need to start training to be your trophy wife, and I don’t wanna be a typical WAG. I wanna be serving businessman’s wife, not footballer’s wife,’ I say, and he rolls his eyes amusedly.

‘Maybe you should marry a businessman instead then.’ ‘Maybe I should,’ I reply simply, and he gives me a look. ‘Don’t even think about it. You’re mine, y/n,’ he reminds me, the words echoing in my head like the perfect melody. You’re mine, y/n. ‘I’m yours,’ I agree, ‘and you’re mine too, Mason Mount. Always and forever.’ ‘I’m glad you know it,’ he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine in an innocent kiss, though when he breaks away this time, I feel myself wanting more.

‘Show me,’ I whisper, and he raises a questioning eyebrow. ‘Show you what?’ ‘Show me how much you love me,’ I say quietly, shy at being the one to initiate this, but my boldness is rewarded at seeing the way his eyes darken, lips parted in surprise. ‘Fuck. Are you sure?’ he asks, and I nod with a coy smile. ‘Okay. Come on then,’ he says softly, holding my hand and leading me to the bedroom, my heart beating harder with each step.

‘I thought you’d pick me up and slam me against the wall,’ I joke, and he chuckles gently. ‘I don’t wanna fuck you like the best man and the maid of honour having a quickie in a broom cupboard,’ he says, making me giggle as we enter the bedroom. ‘How do you wanna fuck me then?’ I ask, and he grins, pulling me into his arms. ‘I don’t wanna fuck you. I wanna make love to you, like the luckiest man in the world making love to his beautiful fiancée,’ he murmurs before pressing his lips to mine, happiness settling in my heart.

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If they're not doing a reboot where they're married, and Henry gets to live happily in England with his two dads and go to a better school than he could go to Kansas???? then why are they showing us this?

APPLE TV EXPLAIN!!

Is that not what happened....?

Must've just been in my head, damn. 😛

OK. Here is my pitch to Apple to make it happen (because is just makes sense):

Why do the bit about Henry acting out and bullying a kid?

Why have Henry failing science (scandal!)?

To me, that should have nudged them in the direction of 'maybe he would be better at a new school in England?' rather than 'he'll be fine just as soon as Ted returns to Kansas'.

Then we have the whole Dr. Jacob of it all... they were clearly hinting at his and Michelle's relationship breaking down (thank god. I can't even go into how much that angered me). To me, that was freeing her of her ties to Kansas so she could move with Henry to England. But instead they just kind of maybe left it a bit ambiguous. Are we supposed to believe that Ted and Michelle would ever get back together? Because no.

Also, it was clear that Henry didn't really like him and would benefit from being closer to his Uncle Beard (ugh that bit outside of the pub with them two absolutely got me 😭)

There's also Dottie. Now, I will admit that that episode fucked me up a little (yay, mums...), so I have only rewatched it once, but if I were Ted her attempt at manipulation would have just made me want to get Henry away from her, so even more reason to bring him to England.

Now Ted:

He's doing better. Ok, not amazing, but he is getting regualr thearapy and he can control his panic attacks

He knows the offside rule. He (re)invents Total Football. He is finally understanding the sport he came over to coach.

He is starting to use British terminology for things! He's acclimatised! Honestly, if he'd been there any longer, he'd have been drinking tea.

They specifically show him interacting with his neighbours and the community.

And then you tear him away from all of that. It is beyond cruel.

Also, even though Sassy was not right for him at all, he was maybe starting to show that he could move on from Michelle and let someone else into his life. (I do not have enough time to lay out the Bi Ted agenda, I'm sure people have done excellent metas about it, but let's just say the Bi Triangles will haunt me forever.)

Which leads us to Trent.

I am definitely missing things because I'm just rattling this off the top of my head, but:

Are we just going to forget that Trent got fired for Ted? And then following his bliss lead him straight to Richmond to write a love letter book about Ted.

What was the whole thing about the right idea just sitting behind a couple of the wrong ones?? In the red string of fate episode, no less!

Whatever was going in during Girl Talk with Rebecca.

Why did Ted tell Henry that it was "good to have people in your life that are excited to be around you" literally the episode after Trent was SO EXCITED about Total Football and how Ted got them there. Like. Seriously.

TRENT’S LITTLE FINGER STICKING OUT IN THE RED STRING OF FATE BIT THAT WAS POINTING DIRECTLY TO THE RED STRIPES ON TED'S JACKET ahem.

Trenthouse magazine. TRENTHOUSE MAGAZINE.

The Robert Redford/Dustin Hoffman thing. Followed by a sodding wink.

And then there's the fact they are both middle aged single dads who have so much baggage. They get one another.

Finally. Because this is turning into a bloody essay. The ending. Ted was FOR SURE asleep and dreaming at the end. I don't give a fuck what Brendan said.

You can't get that close to Stonehenge, it all looked too fake, there's no way Ted wouldn't be there, Jane needs to get in the bin.

How did Sam manage to get into the Nigerian team? (Don't get me wrong, I desperately wanted that for him, but it seemed like it was never going to happen??)

Ted thinks Trent will agree to change the book's title, and even dreams up someone he knows (Shannon) to get a copy singed.

OH AND THE GLASSES. Trent has new glasses. Why? Because Ted doesn't want to imagine him with the ones from before because the first thing he said to Trent was a compliment about the glasses.

Basically, what I'm saying. Is that that is what makes most sense from the ending. HOWEVER, Apple TV, if you are convinced it was all real, here are some ways you can keep that ending (more or less) and still have the Romcommunism ending we deserved that will lead to you picking up this reboot idea:

Ted goes back, gets a final copy of The Richmond Way, the dedication says something about how Trent changed the title because he asked, but it was always about Ted, of course it was. Ted realises his huge mistake. (Maybe he goes to rush to the airport, only to find Trent standing outside his door.)

Trent didn't say goodbye to Ted because he was already on a flight to Kansas to wait for him with a sign that says 'Coach Lasso from England". (OK, this doesn't quite fit with the ending, but you know it's a cute AF idea so shhh)

Trent is singing copies of his book and asks who it's for without looking up and just here's Ted say his name.

In all these scenarios someone says "Is this a fucking joke?" END.

And now you are ready to start your spin off/reboot/series 4 with the footage of Jason and Jimmy at the Emmys. You're welcome.

You can have all of these ideas for free (plus whatever other headcanons you get out of me), Apple TV, if you let me play one of the minimal acting required background players in the AFC Richmond Women's team (Because that is a part of the finale i can get behind and I have credentials if you need to verify I can actually play)

#fuck me. #apologies this clearly triggered something!! #answered #jamiepoptartt #ted lasso #HERE YOU GO APPLE TV #hire me #meta #i guess #mainly just ramblings

[lover-of-mine]

“Anon who straight up spoiled the loft scene for me last week, can you come back with your thoughts for the rest of the season? I'm curious to see your line of thought and I'm so sorry I doubted you 🩷”

i don’t know if you mean me or not but i DID send you a message recently about how the buddie loft scene could parallel the bucktommy loft scene… i’m shocked that i was sort of right honestly 😭

i know it wasn’t an exact parallel but… the dark warm lighting?? the soft discussion?? the Moment (kiss/hug) in the exact same spot between the table and island?? tommy/eddie leaving with advice to call eddie/tommy?? the final shot of buck letting out a sigh of relief??

gotta be on purpose surely??

i haven’t had the chance to think about the rest of the season yet lmao but in my opinion, last nights episode wasn’t bad for buddie i don’t think? there were lots of lines that could be revisited in the context of canon buddie if they choose to go there, like bobby’s advice, the catholic guilt, “i wish i could help” lmaooooo. and the interviews too! ryan basically saying women are all eddie knows but he thinks eddie will start exploring what he doesn’t?? lou saying it was meant to be eddie/tommy?? so queer eddie was/is on the table, the writers can see that a queer arc would lend well to his character/storyline just like we can??

slightly unrelated, but people are already saying that ryan is against kissing boys lol so that’s why it was bucktommy instead… 1. we definitely know that’s not true and 2. he’s right that a queer arc wouldn’t fit eddie right now? starting s7 he was with a woman but buck was single, so it made sense to be buck even though i wish with every fiber of my being that they had still gone with eddie haha

idk i’m always gonna be hopeful for buddie until the series finale and even then i’m still gonna ship them (save me fix it fics). but i do not understand people closing on buddie, it really feels like they’re keeping the possibility more open than they ever have before for their relationship to change in the future ❤️

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is you because I think that was the only ask I got about the loft scene paralleling the Bucktommy kiss and I legit was like "dude the anon was right" and had to race here to check kspsksoaksokas I really didn't think they were gonna be as on the nose as they were but they really were and I'm still ???? about because the whole you're not sure of your feelings thing with Maddie and everything with Tommy, Buck still not knowing what he wants but the VERY obvious parallels between both scenes are gonna drive me crazy lol please come back and tell me the thoughts once you figure them out, I'm genuinely curious to see what you think because you did get the vibe right and vibes are the thing that keep confusing me tbh

And honestly, Ryan acts like his main purpose in life is to be allowed to get paid to make out with Oliver, what do you mean he doesn't want to kiss boys? I don't think switching this arc around would work as well as it does for Eddie, I think realistically, freshly single Eddie would be a lot more freaked out if a guy he's known for a few weeks just kissed him, I don't think the progression we are seeing with Buck would work the same way because Eddie sexuality is set up differently, Buck has always been more casual about the physicality of a relationship, we literally haven't even seen Eddie kiss someone besides Shannon until last night. I know it wouldn't be a direct one on one switch, but I think letting Buck figure out with someone else's help while letting Eddie think about what it could mean for him that Buck is a guy and he's dating a guy, and he's dating a guy Eddie has a lot in common with that could get Eddie to be like "huh, maybe they do have the right idea" and look into the possibility of him being attracted to men on his own will makes a lot more sense, if that's the thing direction this is going. It was the impression I got from Eddie's contemplative *huh* upon finding out Tommy is gay, because considering how the show established how similar Eddie and Tommy are, to have Eddie be a little "oh i didn't know this was an option for us" even more since they are finally adding the religious trauma angle to canon, like, we knew, but good to know Eddie knows now too, could lead to something interesting. It's like we've all been saying, Buck's needs to figure out he's into men but Eddie needs to figure out he's into Buck. Buck is already there, and Eddie could trip into the realization whenever they want him to. Dude has been there ever since the end of season 5, Eddie knows how to soul search, he just needs the right trigger. This might be it. This feels like it could be it. It's getting too close to the point for them not to get there. All I know is I will be on the boat until the show ends and then stay on the boat because what if there's a revival and they suddenly decide it's time to make them canon yk? No one will ever take the hope away from me.

Also, thank you for coming back 🩷🩷

#its gonna happen i can feel it kspskspkspaka #911 #911 spoilers #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌 #911 speculation