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evanbuckleyrecs · 5 months

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Falling Slowly; Sing Your Melody (I'll Sing It Loud)

Written by Princessfbi

🔒 for non ao3 users

Words: 55,301

Chapters: 12/12

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley/Howie "Chimney" Han, Athena Grant/Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson/Karen Wilson, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Everyone

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Maddie Buckley, Howie "Chimney" Han, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Karen Wilson, Tommy Kinard, Lena Bosko, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Paul Strickland (9-1-1 Lone Star), Marjan Marwani, Josh Russo

Additional Tags:

Developing Relationship, Getting Together, Anxious Evan "Buck" Buckley, Protective Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), alternative universe, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, alternative universe - musicians, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Buckley Siblings Feelings, protective fire fam, Found Family, Worried Maddie Buckley, Eventual Smut, Eddie Diaz Takes Care of Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Home Invasion, Anxiety Disorder, Musician Evan "Buck" Buckley, Bodyguard Eddie Diaz, Fluff and Angst, Team as a Band, Self-Esteem Issues, The Buckley Parents Can Eat Rocks, Evan "Buck" Buckley-centric, Bobby Nash Acting as Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parental Figure, Touring, Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley, Sharing a Bed, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Evan "Buck" Buckley Needs A Hug, Protective Bobby Nash

Summary:

Buck didn’t like him at first. Eddie Diaz was all hard lines and strict rules with a bone structure that could cut through glass and scared away his fans. Which... if you asked Bobby, was the point but still! He also yelled at Buck which was fine. It’s not like it hurt his feelings. It didn’t. It didn’t, Maddie! It also definitely didn’t turn Buck on either. Nope. Stop it, Maddie! After a traumatizing home invasion, Bobby Nash decides to hire a bodyguard for his lead singer. Musician!Buck Bodyguard!Eddie

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kitchen-spoon · 3 months

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Steddie strangers to lovers. They meet because they commute on the same train everyday. Eddie has the NYT crossword and he does it everyday. One day after 2 months of them riding together he asks steve for his help.

Eddie’s like ‘u look smart what do u think?’ And Steve who has been told he is an idiot or stupid or dumb every day of his life is like “its just the suit I’m not good at smart stuff like that.”

And Eddie is like ‘no way I bet you can help with the sports section at least. I mean look at me, if we’re going off stereotypes I’m hopeless.” It get’s Steve to blush and he cracks and helps.

Everyday after that they do the puzzle together, Steve eventually helping outside of just the sports section so Eddie can prove to him just how smart he knows he is.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things ships #stranger things #stranger things one shot #strangers to lovers #meet cute #nerd eddie munson #jock steve harrington #gay eddie munson #gay steve harrington #alternate universe no upsidown #alternate universe #alternate universe the 90’s #flirty #musician eddie munson #eddie munson has peircings and tattoos

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maysrinn · 3 months

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any art with lucy gray’s pregnant belly? ❤️

Well yeah of course, have my personal favorite

Her first pregnancy with Clementine was an experience…for everyone else included

Local pregnant woman screaming at mockingjays

#tbosas #snowbaird #lucy gray baird #local pregnant musician screaming at mockingjays #she becomes friends with them again #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #alternate universe #family au go brrrrrrrr

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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What about an alternate universe where y/n is the big celebrity and Eren is the social media influencer🤯

omg, because this would actually be so cute! Like imagine (y/n) being a rapper/singer instead and you’re always the hot topic, constantly having your sound bytes trending on tiktok because not only are you a talented artist but you come up with the catchiest one liners. So one day, one of your songs is circulating the app and there’s a video with this boy using it to make a dance or pose off of..and it’s gotten millions of views and likes in the process. In the caption he says, ‘y’all don’t understand how much I love this woman and her music.’ Low and behold, he wasn’t joking. There were a handful of videos scattered across his feed talking about his celebrity crush, (Y/N) (L/N). (i.e. the ‘i’d never let someone tell me what to do’ until my crush pops up or the ‘I’ll never get in the car with a stranger’ trend. Y’all know what I’m talking about) falling out and reacting to your twerk videos. So you decide to duet and stitch his video. Granted, he’s got over two millions followers and a majority female fanbase so there’s no question that he’s pretty popular himself but that doesn’t stop him from having a total fanboy moment. Out of complete curiosity, you decide to scroll his other socials because you guys are close in age but you got your come up in a different way..one that was a little more difficult so you had to see what he done to gain his notoriety. That’s when you learned that he was a digital creator named Eren Jaeger. He done everything from photography, fashion design, making skits with his friends, art and even dabbled in cars. He was on YouTube, Insta, Twitter…all of them having nearly a million followers. But honestly, his star ascended mainly because of his good looks and amazing humor. He was so fine, that even you had to admit it. After that little interaction, this of course sparks the shipping rumors and content..people started saying that y’all would actually look cute together and that it’d be fun to see you two link. He even jokes and says “that’s my wife already, y’all need to catch up.” So he’s hosting an Instagram live where you decide to pop in and join with him. The two of you are a whole vibe. This man is FUNNY, he’s sweet and obviously tryna run game. So different from the other men in your industry and a breath of fresh air. Like you were literally smiling the entire time. The video makes its round on Twitter after being screen recorded by his followers. But what really gets people talking is when you drop a surprise music video for one of your hit singles and he’s in it..as your love interest! Rubbing all over him, the two of you kissing and him even picking you up. It’s the collab of the century and everybody loses their minds. Eventually, the two of you begin dating and he loves making content of and with you. Doing dances and those corny couple trends but they’re so cute. (and he knows when and when not to post certain things because some moments are better left private.) When you perform, he’s taking pictures and everything. Truly is your biggest fan and will STEP if anyone comes at you sideways..people joke and says he manifested or ‘he trapped you to secure his own career’ with you but he really is the best thing to ever happen in your life.

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vigohh · 1 year

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Guitarist Kenny

#kenny fanart #south park #drawings #art #digital art #kenny mccormick #kenny sp #guitar #musician #modern au #alternative universe #sp

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iwsynttr-project · 3 months

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Welcome to the official blog for The I Was Screaming Your Name Through the Radio Project!

This is entirely a free + nonprofit fan audio animatic series by CharliDrawz based on ElectricSplatter's soukoku band!au fanfic "I Was Screaming Your Name Through the Radio".

Others are welcome to offer ideas & inspiration as well as possible contributions to the actual project itself.

At the moment we are mostly looking for references for character designs (outfits).

As of right now, Mike (CharliDrawz) is voicing Chūya Nakahara & working on art production, CJ (crunchyJello) is voicing Osamu Dazai, & Aqua (AquaticSnow) may possibly be voicing some side characters & helping with the music production.

Even if they're not contributions to the project itself, you're always welcome to send your favorite fan-content based on the fic as well!

Illustrations, animations, even cosplays & edits!

For references for settings we're mostly using Las Angeles, Santa Monica Beach, Yokohama, & locations around China & Paris.

ES has stated that we shouldn't use the cards from BSD Mayoi as a reference, so we will not be including those outfits in the series.

(If we do, it'd be like a quick-frame inside joke/reference- but you're still welcome to send fanmade content for the fic even if it has those outfits included like cosplays or edits of the cards etc)

The series may not be released for a long time- the project might barely get off the ground any time soon, so please be considerate but still encouraging!

Any continued support means the world to us!

I'll be making sure to try & post updates as well as reblog any (appropriate & related) content shared with us!

Here's the link to my (CharliDrawz's) public Discord server if anyone wants to keep up with production!

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We also occasionally stream gameplays & watch parties!

-=Update=-

Here are the tags for the blog!

#iwsynttr updates , #iwsynttrupdates , #update , #updates

Updates from the team

#iwsynttr art , #art

Art for the project

#iwsynttr music , #music , #iwsynttr song , #song

Music made for or inspired by the project or possible tracks for a cover album

#repost , #reblog , #notourpost , #not our post

Posts we share from other blogs

Keep an eye out for team member's names in the tags if they're not posting from their own accounts or if there are updates on them!

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trobedgirldads · 5 days

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actor!henry cast to play the next iteration of his father’s most famous role x musician!alex asked to write the title theme for the new bond movie

#red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue book #rwrb #rwrb book #firstprince #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry fox #alex claremont diaz #arthur fox #007 #james bond 007 #james bond #au #au concept #alternate universe #actor x musician

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vintagehellfire · 9 months

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All For Show | E.M

musician!Eddie x showgirl!reader

Summary: 1955 New York City, where dreams come true. You get to dance and perform for crowds every night, bringing in good money for yourself and for daddy’s jazz club. The regulars love you, the women envy you, and the musicians are strictly banned from flirting with you (and the other dancers of course). This wasn’t a problem until your father up and coming musician Eddie Munson to perform at his jazz club. Eddie was the first man to catch your eye, and you the first performer to be worth his time, and your fathers wrath.

Warnings: implied female reader, mysoginy, eventual smut, swearing, no use of y/n, nudity, drugs, smoking, slow-burn, alcohol, anger issues, controlling father. 18+ only. mdni

Chapter I: People are Strange | 1.9k words

The rain pelted down on New York City in cold and unrelenting sheets, the traffic bustled, and one would even dare think that the torrential downpour couldn’t sour the mood of any New Yorker on this evening. Although that was far from the truth, the sheets of rain had no effect on those who frequented the jive clubs on 52nd. While traffic was relatively slow, and the constant whoosh of tires, tearing through deep puddles that littered the streets, could be heard, jazz enthusiasts gathered, flocked even, to the clubs along that stretch of road. Broadway by day, seedy little clubs by night, nothing would stop them nor the musicians.

Dancers would perform in the shoddier bars, singers would accompany jazz legends, crowds would eventually drink enough to let loose and grab their swing partners and bring a new life to the otherwise stuffy and humid rooms. The air would weigh heavy but the mood was light.

Dressing rooms filled up with smoke, cigarettes lined up in ashtrays like cars caught in a traffic jam on the Manhattan Bridge, and yours was no exception. Your cigarette lingered on the dark ashtray your fathers club provided, patting makeup onto your face, your hair in tight pin curls, waiting to be let down for the show. The pretty little number you were going to wear tonight was sure to turn some heads and you knew that it would make the club goers trajectory worthwhile with the downpour and all. Dinner and a show - at least that’s what your father would say, however not much dinner was being had by the time it was your turn to perform. You had a certain magic about you, enchanting the room, making them forget everything, from drug to drink and from drink to smoke.

You gave yourself a once over, heart hammering into your chest. You black robe bunched up in your lap, the satin keeping you cool in the sweltering humidity of the dressing room. Your eyeliner was defined and sharp, and you even added a small dash of brown eyeshadow under your eyes to create the illusion of sultry eyelashes à la Marilyn Monroe. All you were missing was your rouge.

“Are you almost ready, dollface?” You heard a familiar and deep voice call from beyond the door. Your father, the club owner, had managed to get you a spot in his reputable little joint. If you were to remember correctly his words were ‘Ain’t no way that my sweet doll is going to be cozying up in some sleazy beaknick club’, and so here you were, safe as can be and under the watchful eye of your father. He paid you generously and made sure that while you were whoring yourself out, as your mother liked to put it, you’d be safe. A man that was admittedly slightly ahead of his time, not by much, but it counted for something especially when you were made in the shade for the club.

“I’ll be right out, sir!” You called out through slightly pursed lips, applying a deep scarlet wax over them. You quickly let your hair down, brushing out your pin curls, giving you that movie star glamor that you adored. It added just that much more class to your performances. With a pucker of your lips, you brought the tip of your right hand ring finger to the corner of your lips and wiped away the small smudge. With one final fluff of your hair, and a deep breath, you stepped out.

Meanwhile, your father had been preoccupied with the newest addition to the staff. Edward Munson. Unruly, cynical, rough around the edges, and gifted talent - the things that made musicians of this time. Your father had brought him in for an interview, and you’d maybe seen the back of the man’s head, nothing to give you a solid impression of him. Had you paid him any mind at all well, you would have noticed that his talent was not only in his nimble hands but in his voice too, his hair a bird's nest that he would pull back into a bun, and a smile that routinely had ladies swooning. No, he was no greaser of any sort, nothing but a beatnik in fact. Another thing that would have immediately caught your attention, and would in due time, was his dimpled smile - it was enough to have you real gone.

Your father made sure Edward was settled onto the stage, piano at his very fingertips. While his usual joint had him either swinging the bass or rocking the guitar, your dad decided that the safest option was to start with an almost melancholy melody - in fact it had been rehearsed many a time, and you too had rehearsed it in your sultriest voice with Victor, you old pianist. You could scat to it, get into that blues swing and with just enough nuance to keep not only the club goers entertained but yourself as well. Edward had the piece memorized as if it were the back of his hand, he could even play it backwards had he wanted to, that of course was not accounting for the pretty little number you hid under your nightgown.

As soon as the wild haired musician stepped out, the crowd cheered, whistles were heard across the music hall, and anticipation for your appearance only grew. Careful steps lead you to the backstage area where your father gave you a golden smile, “That’s my baby! Give em the old razzle dazzle!” he clapped his hands together eagerly. “Remember, we’re testing out a new musician tonight, He’s the fuckin’ cats pyjamas according to old Mr. Hefler,” Mr. Helfer being the man who passed the club down to your father, “and I expect with your voice it’ll just be a hit, dollface.” Your cheeks heated at the praise your father had given you.

When the whistles died down into a whisper and you heard the stage light go on, you exited, dropping your nightgown, allowing it to pool around your feet. You were left in a black floor length gown with a sweetheart neckline and black satin gloves that reached your elbows. Your Mary Jane heels snug on your feet. As soon as you emerged, the tobacco filled nightclub erupted in cheers, clapping, and loud wolf whistles. With a delicate movement of your hands you brought them down to earth, allowing a silence to swallow the room, anticipation so thick you could slice through it with a knife. The musician then started playing then tune gracefully, a swing to the notes. You captivated the audience with the first sultry note you sang out into the club, and the same could be said for the poor man attending to the piano keys. Your voice was a siren’s call, and it certainly didn’t help when half way through you started pulling your gloves off, tossing them into the crowd and turning to look at the gorgeous man providing your accompaniment. You shot him a wink and that’s the moment he knew he was a goner. He nearly faltered with his song for the first time in his career.

From one piece to the next, Edward watched you with hungry eyes, a wolf looking for his prey, but so did the club goers. You weren’t theirs or his for that matter so what did it matter? Nonetheless, a jealousy coursed through his veins at the sight of you wrapping a feather boa around the neck of a regular - Mr. Harrington. It was nothing but empty flirtation and he was a good sport about it. You had rejected him previously as you don’t tangle into affairs with clients, it was known. It didn’t matter either way because you had not eyes for him. For a moment, he wished it was he who would be getting this treatment, alas, your father had strictly forbidden it.

“Now, son,” Your father warned, “One thing you must know is that we have many tempting women here, that is the business after all, however we do protect them and we take care that they are very well protected, you know what I’m saying?” He warned Edward.

“I understand, sir, I don’t think I should be stepping out of line in that regard. I’ve played in many a club and frankly it’s not been an issue. Women may be tempting but I won’t find a wife in these clubs, I play em because it makes me feel alive.” With a gentle slap on the back, your father praised Edward Munson, letting out a small “don’t get any wise ideas son” but little did he know he would become his biggest headache.

Once the show was over and you glistened from the sweat that formed from being under the hot spotlights, you snuck off backstage to cool off. A little glass of water and a lemon tea to help your voice would do. You quickly beelined to your dressing room, slipping off your dress and pulling something much more comfortable on. A little note from your father awaited you in front of your vanity, as it always did – it was a tradition between the both of you dating back to your first performance. A smile overtook your face, red lips stretching wide as you nursed your tea. As you put the mug down, you grabbed a cigarette, tucking it between your lips and lighting it. It remained perched against your plump bottom lip as if it belonged there. Suddenly, a knock at your door broke you out of your trance.

“Come in!” You called out meekly seconds before the door swung gently open with a creak. The old hinges needing a little tune up if anything. Your dearest father poked his head in between the crack in the door frame.

“Are you decent?” He called out, a chuckle softly escaping your lips. He knew you’d respond with a cheeky line, you were witty and came up with quick retorts to his questions, no matter how simple they might have been.

“Me?” You laughed out. “Sure, I’m decent.” That earned a light chuckle from your father and a rather abrupt snort from someone behind him. This piqued your interest and you got up, adjusting the new robe you had slung around yourself. Your delicate hands tied a bow in the front of it and with a smooth and calculated movement, you slipped a pair of slippers on before making your way over to the door to properly invite the party of two - it seremed - in.

“Sorry to bother you, doll, but you must meet Edward Munson, our new musician.” Your father stepped foot into the foot, revealing the dashing man that hid behind him. You couldn’t help but part your lips, catching the cigarette before it fell and taking a long drag to compensate. Your eyes roamed over the man’s body, tight black dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, messy birds nest hair, a smirk playing on his kissable lips, and yet his eyes as soft as honey. His own cigarette was tucked gently between his ringed index and middle finger on his right hand, and lord what you’d allow those skilled hands to do to you. It seemed that a small amount of ink poked out from under his rolled up sleeve and you desperately wished to reach out and see it for yourself but you couldn’t – you cut yourself off before you could trail your eyes any lower. What was happening? You never found a client attractive, much less the musicians. What about this man has got you wound up?

“Call me Eddie.”

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A/N: let me know what you think/if you wanna be tagged in this. I don’t really know what I’m doing but here we are. Also this was def not beta read so I’m so sorry for that but I hope you enjoyed it. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

I think from here on the chapters will get longer ! Stay tuned.

#eddie munson x reader #All For Show #eddie x reader #musician!eddie #showgirl!reader #1950s!AU #stranger things AU #musician!eddie munson #alternative au #alternative universe #1950s #1960s #reader insert

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fromxxthexxashes · 3 months

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Falling Slowly; Sing Your Melody (I’ll Sing It Loud) (55301 words) by Princessfbi Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley/Howie "Chimney" Han, Athena Grant/Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson/Karen Wilson, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Everyone Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Maddie Buckley, Howie "Chimney" Han, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Karen Wilson, Tommy Kinard, Lena Bosko, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Paul Strickland (9-1-1 Lone Star), Marjan Marwani, Josh Russo Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Getting Together, Anxious Evan "Buck" Buckley, Protective Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), alternative universe, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, alternative universe - musicians, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Buckley Siblings Feelings, protective fire fam, Found Family, Worried Maddie Buckley, Eventual Smut, Eddie Diaz Takes Care of Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Home Invasion, Anxiety Disorder, Musician Evan "Buck" Buckley, Bodyguard Eddie Diaz, Fluff and Angst, Team as a Band, Self-Esteem Issues, The Buckley Parents Can Eat Rocks, Evan "Buck" Buckley-centric, Bobby Nash Acting as Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parental Figure, Touring, Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley, Sharing a Bed, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Evan "Buck" Buckley Needs A Hug, Protective Bobby Nash Series: Part 1 of Tortured Musician Buck!AU Summary:

Buck didn’t like him at first.

Eddie Diaz was all hard lines and strict rules with a bone structure that could cut through glass and scared away his fans. Which... if you asked Bobby, was the point but still!

He also yelled at Buck which was fine. It’s not like it hurt his feelings.

It didn’t.

It didn’t, Maddie!

It also definitely didn’t turn Buck on either. Nope.

Stop it, Maddie!

After a traumatizing home invasion, Bobby Nash decides to hire a bodyguard for his lead singer.

Musician!Buck Bodyguard!Eddie

Notes: A classic bodyguard and protectee romance. It’s something you can sink your teeth into. It also has Eddie being super gentle and caring and I always adore that. Plus, it has the whole firefam (or bandfam in this specific instance) being so supportive and loving. It is pretty Buck centric, so if you love Buck you’ll enjoy this. Eddie Diaz is my number one right now, but I still really enjoyed it. I really like and read a lot of canon divergence, but I like AU’s like this one to give me a much needed switch up every once in a while.

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