baby’s first 911 fic!!!!
i wish i said it better (poker fake dating spec 3 months late, 12k)
It’s 7am and Eddie needs to go home. The last 24 hours were non-stop. No big calls, but a million small ones, spread out just far enough to lull him into a false sense of relaxation, barely having time to lay his head on the pillow before the alarm blared through the station. He’s dead on his feet. He has to take a shower, maybe a power nap if he’s lucky, relieve Carla and take Chris to school in a little over an hour. Eddie needs to go home.
He parks outside Buck's loft shortly after 7:15, head reeling, replaying his conversation with Hen right before leaving the station on a loop.
“I'm just sick of it.” Eddie lets out a breath and bangs his head against the locker that he shares with Buck.
Eddie has been on three dates this week, and it feels like enough for a lifetime. How do people do this for months? For years? He feels a little silly giving up after a week after making such a big deal of putting himself back out there, but maybe he's just not meant for this. The revolving door of women.
“Sick of what?” Hen asks gently.
“The – the small talk and the not knowing what they like and the uncertainty and the thinking twelve steps ahead because there’s no way I'm bringing anyone less than perfect into Chris's life so as soon as one thing is off I'm checked out and I have to smile and nod my way through the rest of the night and,” Eddie sighs, feeling suddenly much older than thirty one, “It's exhausting.”
“Haven't you only been on, like, three dates?” Hen raises an accusing eyebrow. It's a statement with a question mark on the end.
“Shut up.”
“I'm just saying, there are a lot of amazing women in LA. It seems kind of unfair to write off all of them after three dates.”
Eddie sighs, tries to imagine sitting across the dinner table from a woman and wanting to take her home. It’s a blank in his mind. A blurry supercut of perfect women and perfect conversation that never leads to anything more.
He can picture the alternative, though. Coming home to Chris and Buck playing video games on the couch, squeezing in beside them with a beer, listening to their fond banter – exactly like he’s done after cutting every date short this week.
It's easy. No small talk, no pretense, no body on high alert for red flags.
“I'm not writing off all women,” he grumbles, “I just need a break.”
“From dating? Or from women?” Hen asks, a thoughtful expression on her face. Eddie doesn't like that face. It means she knows something.
“Uh,” Eddie stutters, feeling suddenly like he's caught in a trap, “Aren't they the same thing?”
Hen shrugs, “They could be.”
Yeah, definitely a trap. Hen closes her locker, and swings her bag onto her shoulder, taking a second to choose her next words with care.
“Have you considered,” she says, “that it's not the dating that's the problem?”
“Um,” Eddie replies eloquently once more, feeling lost. Hen sighs, looking at him like he can't grasp basic math.
“Maybe it's the dating women, Eddie. Maybe that's the problem.”
And, oh. Hen thinks he should date–oh.
He just stands there, LAFD jacket hanging loosely off one shoulder, mouth slightly agape like a fish out of water. Hen turns to go, taking one last look back at Eddie from the doorway.
“Just something to think about,” she says, that damn twinkle in her eye, knowing that she’s caught him, hook, line and sinker, “if you never have.”
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AHHH OKAY OKAY ANOTHER RANT KINDA
okay so, I’m going to eat friday and I want to ask my boyfriend if he wants to come with me, but IM SO SCARED. Like what if he says no or something like AHHH. I don’t think he’ll say no but like what if he does then i’ll actually cry. I’m about to just go for it and ask him, give me a sec.. UHHH OKAY OKAY I KINDA ASKED. I’m literally about to throw up please help omfg. I’m literally sitting in the back of the class hyperventilating ughhhh chat please help me. Being in love is so wilddddd like every thing that he does- OH SHIT HE TEXTED BACK OKAY I ASKED FOR REAL THIS TIME HELP OMFG IM GONNA CRY . I really hope he says yes okay i’ll update you guys on what he say 🫡
(Sorry this post is kinda all over the place. I’m all over the place at the moment. Also sorry for all the rants lately I just kinda wanna talk)
UPDATE HE SAID YES 🤭
-krimmy <3
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