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PROUDLY INTRODUCING.... BOTTOM EDDIE WEEK!

from July 24th to July 31st, we will be celebrating all things bottom Eddie!

below you will find our full list of prompts and here at our AO3 collection you can see some examples of what each prompt might entail, as well as a more detailed list of rules.

any questions you might can be answered here if needed. I know there are some great b!Eddie authors over here so I wanted to give y'all the chance to participate as well.

thank you in advance for your interest, or even just your like and reblog <3

a fic collab with @organyx ♡

E | pwp | crack treated seriously | 11k

Someone exclaims in the background, but Buck’s voice cuts through louder when he asks, “You… you want to borrow my…?” “Flashlight,” Eddie supplies with patient emphasis. It is not, strictly speaking, a leap of faith to assume Buck of all people would have one, but he did move recently, so— who knows what’s still lost in Packed Box Limbo. “Please tell me you have one I can use.” “I…” there’s a lengthy pause on the other end, Buck’s voice weak and tapering off at the end. “Y-Yeah, okay.”

Or: Eddie just needs to borrow some tools. Fleshlight, flashlight, what’s the difference? The distinction has never been more illuminating.

9-1-1 S9E12: Dads and Cads (and a whole lotta comedy)

[Eddie 11:48] Forgot how weird this is [Eddie 11:49] I mean not weird weird but different [Eddie 11:49] Slippery Fuck. Buck’s stomach does somersaults at that one-word text. He exhales a shaky, quivering breath, checking over his shoulder to make sure the coast is still clear. This must be how aristocrats felt when they saw a bare ankle. ----- Buck and Eddie are both antsy for round two with Eddie's new parts. Just as soon as Buck gets off of work.

sequel to come take a dive

rated e | 2.5k | homophobia | blowing a homophobe outside a diner | shades of dubious consent

buddie | rated T | 7k

“Bobby,” Frank says. “We could talk about him, if you’d like.” He seriously considers it, for a moment— considers cracking open his jaw and letting the words pour forth, everything he never got to stay. Every sour, wretched, guilty thought that never left the confines of his mind, late at night when he would clutch at his chest and grit his teeth and stain his pillow with tears. But the moment has passed. That was then, and this was now. “No, thanks,” Eddie says quietly. Frank lets out a little sigh, and then gives him another one of those half-smiles. “Okay,” he concedes, before picking up the pen in his lap. “Why don’t you tell me about the call to the parking garage?” “Hospital,” Eddie says. “It was a hospital.”