canon is what happens in the text. e.g. merlin tries to poison morgana
a headcanon is a fact that you have personally made up as an elaboration of canon. it is your invention. e.g. i think morgana and gwen had a teenage lesbian situationship before the events of canon. or, i think modern morgana would love evanesence.
an interpretation is how one reads the existing text. it is not an invented fact nor is it a headcanon, it is a reading. e.g. i think merlin tries to poison morgana out of misplaced self-hatred. or, i think that one line was delivered with suppressed malice and shows a nuanced relationship.
fanon is the general fandomโs accepted headcanons and interpretations that elaborate or recontextualize canon. e.g. merlin is a badass waif and morgana is a bitch.
these are all different words with different meanings.
i am kind of into the idea of buck not ever exactly admitting his feelings so much as quietly shifting his assessment of the situation from 'of course i'm not in love with eddie, he's straight and that's preposterous' to 'well whatever, there's obviously no point in paying any attention to the fact that i'm in love with eddie, because he's straight'.
anyway the thing is he gets to the second stage and is like. oh. well, shit, obviously everyone (including eddie) knows this and we're all just politely not mentioning it. let's just carry on.
they should be holding hands. that's the sickest thing of all. i just need them to hold hands... it is not about sex to me (they do need to fuck though do not get it twisted). but i just need them to HOLD HANDS!!!! they should be literally and metaphorically hand-in-hand for the rest of their beautiful lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE PARTNERS IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD AND THEY SHOULD BE HOLDING HANDS
Eddie wakes up in the rumpled remnants of his nest feeling like a full-body bruise, a bone-deep sense of wrongness aching behind his teeth.
The light beaming around the outer edge of the blinds tells him itโs sometime in the early afternoon and the stale smell of sweat and slick in the air reminds him itโs day three of this misery with no relief in sight. His skin is hot and tight, the muscles in his back and thighs bunched with tension, all underscored by the primal, omega instinct pacing unhappily in the back of his mind, howling in displeasure.
Alpha, it begsโ โ โhas been begging, a never-ending wail. Alpha, alpha, please, where, need it, need you, please, and the last of Eddieโs resolve crumbles away.
Mind made up, he flops a hand clumsily around the edges of his nest until his fingers bump into something rectangular, unearthing his phone from the tangle of fabric. Buckโs contact is pinned to the top of his favoritesโ โEddie puts the call on speaker and sags back against his pillow.
Buck answers on the second ring.
โHey, Eddie, I was just about to text you,โ he says, cheerful, and some of the tightness between Eddieโs shoulder blades eases immediately at the sound of his voice. Thereโs a buzz of noise in the background, the scattered sounds of people talking and the squeaky rattle of a shopping cart. โDo you need anything from Trader Joeโs? I was thinking about dropping off some food later if youโre feeling up to eatingโ โโ
โBuck,โ Eddie cuts in hoarsely.
Buck halts mid-syllable, and when he speaks again his tone has changed completely.ย
โWhatโs wrong?โ he demands. โAre you okay?โ
โHot,โ Eddie says. His vocal chords feel rusted over, his mind sweltering with heat-fog. โHurts. Wonโt stop hurting. Itโs beenโฆโ He trails off, searching for the right words. He settles on, โBad.โ
โOkay,โ Buck says. He sounds worried, which is kind of nice in a weird sort of way. โBad, like, you need me to help you shower andโ โ and fluff up your pillows? Or bad, like, I should call an ambulance and meet you at the ER?โย
Thereโs the muffled sound of Buck speaking to someone on his side of the line: Hi, Iโm so sorry, thereโs been an emergency. Would you mindโฆ? Thanks.ย
โEddie?โ Buck prompts. โWhat do you need?โ
It slips out before he can think to hedge or minimize.ย
โYou. Need you. Need myโฆโ Eddie swallows hard. โCan you come home? Please?โ
โIโm on my way,โ Buck promises. โIโm leaving right now, okay? Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?โ
Buck swears under his breath. โTwenty minutes.โ
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Eddieโs tossed and turned through countless positions by the time the front door slams open.
โEddie?โ Buckโs voice calls, accompanied by the sound of footsteps hurrying down the hall. โEddie, you back here?โ
โWhere else?โ Eddie groans.
He lifts his head just in time for Buck to come barreling into his bedroom. He takes one look at him and his entire face scrunches in concern.
He steps forward, then hesitatesโ โtripping over his own feet a little as he lingers at the edge of Eddieโs nest. โCan Iโฆ?โ
Eddie throws open an arm, patting the empty, Buck-sized space next to him. โCome here. Please.โ
Buck kicks off his sneakers and jeans, peels out of his overshirt, crawls into bed, and immediately gathers Eddie into his arms. The ache behind his eyes all but vanishes at the first whiff of Buckโs toasted-sunshine scent, and Eddie buries his face in the curve of Buckโs neck, snaking his arms around his middle.
โThanks for taking off your outside clothes first,โ Eddie says against his throat.ย
โItโs almost like I know you or something,โ Buck teases, but his obvious worry has it landing a little flat. โTalk to me, Eddie. Whatโs going on?โ
โMy stupid fucking hormones are freaking the fuck out,โ he huffs. โWhat else is fucking new?โ
โYouโre burning up,โ Buck says, brow furrowed, sweeping a few sweaty strands of hair out of Eddieโs face. โWhenโs the last time you had a lull?โ
โDonโt think Iโve actually had one yet,โ Eddie admits. Itโs easier to piece his thoughts together now that Buckโs here, shoring him up. โItโ โ Itโs not coming and going in waves like it usually does. It just keeps building and getting worse.โ
โEddie,โ Buck says. โYouโ โ I know you know thatโs not normal. Or healthy.โ
โYeah, no shit,โ Eddie replies, but thereโs no force behind it. He sinks further into Buckโs chest, his limbs heavy with exhaustion.
โHave you not been, uhโฆ taking care of things?โย
โIโve been trying,โ Eddie grumps, โbut itโs likeโฆโย
He pauses, not sure how to describe the relentless ache thatโs burrowed into his bones, the itch beneath his skin that refuses to be soothed.ย
โItโs like no matter what I do, I canโt get there. Well, I can get there,โ he clarifies, and maybe if he werenโt so wrung out heโd find the energy to be embarrassed, but honestly, thereโs not really any such thing as oversharing when it comes to Buck. โBut itโs still notโฆ Not really, uhโฆโ
โGetting the job done?โ Buck offers carefully.
โThat.โ
โOkay,โ he says, seemingly taking the information in stride. โWhat do you need? How can I help?โ
โThis is already helping,โ Eddie tells him, nuzzling closer, that feral thing in his chest all but basking in Buckโs scent and touch and presence. โFucking alpha pheromones.โ
โIโm, uh, glad to hear it,โ Buck says, his fingers trailing up the knobs of his spine before a warm palm settles over the nape of his neck. โY-youโre more than welcome to them. Obviously.โ
โObviously,โ Eddie repeats, sucking in another huge lungful of honey-cinnamon-sunshine-perfect.
โWhenโs the last time you ate, bud? Or had something to drink?โ
โโM not hungry.โ
โOkay,โ Buck acquiesces easily. Too easily. Eddie peels one eye open to squint up at him suspiciously. โWeโll circle back to food. You feeling up to a shower?โ
โYou saying I stink?โ Eddie grumbles.
โIโm saying it might make you feel better.โ
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