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Chapter Two: Miscommunication

summary: times goes on, and so do you. but what happens when you bump into the one person you thought you would never see again? (6k words)

eddie munson x pregnant!reader || strangers to friends to lovers, unplanned pregnancy, and then they were roommates, forced proximity.

warnings: sickness (r morning sickness); mention of drugs; mention of child abuse.

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Life didn’t magically stop merely because Eddie had ended up being completely different than who you thought he was. Still, nothing quite eased the ache of knowing you’d foolishly trusted another person who’d only gone and let you down. And even so, you quarreled daily with the fact Eddie didn’t really owe you or this baby anything. He’d done as you’d asked; he’d provided an outlet that afternoon, had loved you in the dark — for a little while. You often fought the urge to blame yourself for believing the front he’d put on. The whole ‘I don’t do this often.’

Because apparently he had, based on the fact he’d needed you to remind him more than once who you were. It wasn’t like it was often one found a woman dressed in a Princess Buttercup costume, and then proceeded to go back to a hotel with said woman.

You could do this on your own. Had convinced yourself of as much when you’d started looking for places to move. The only thing was…the city proved to be expensive. It had been one thing having joint salaries when you’d lived with Paul to help cover the cost of rent. Now you had another eventual mouth to feed, a baby to clothe in a few months time, and other expenses to think about like diapers and car seats and furniture.

Two weeks after you’d told Eddie about the baby and he’d essentially shot you down, you’d gotten a phone call from Robin Buckley. You had spent years together in acting classes at your college in the city a few years ago. Became fast friends back in the day and still kept up with one another. It just so happened, when you’d caught her up on life, that she had a basement apartment at her friend Steve’s place that he and his wife, Chrissy, rented out to her. Side entrance, privacy, and apparently a pull out couch in the living area that you could crash on until you found an apartment of your own.

You hated the idea of putting her out like that, but she insisted. And soon enough you shared teary goodbyes in Micah’s living room, her arms around your form, as Jeremiah clapped you on the back. They both wished you well and promised to call, and you hopped in the car and watched as the city faded into nothingness behind you.

Cityscapes and towering buildings turned into endless trees and charming Mom and Pop shops. Busy intersections became citizens walking their dogs and running on side streets. It even smelled different, the air cleaner and crisper somehow, not bogged down by car fumes and smoke.

The Harrington home was beautiful. Large, imposing walls. Gorgeous interior filled to the brim with countless photos of Chrissy and Steve throughout the years. Married for the past two of them, and sickly in love judging by the way they answered the door together, Steve’s arm around his wife, with Chrissy bouncing a baby girl with sandy blonde hair on her hip as you’d entered.

The immediate thought of Eddie’s dark hair knocked the wind out of you — the realization your own child might have his hair. Dark ringlets, and chocolate brown eyes. You hated that you even cared. It had been one night, and even if it had changed nearly everything for you, it meant nothing to him. He’d made that part very clear.

That first evening spent in Hawkins was done so around their dinner table. Steve had put together some pasta and meatballs, and you all chatted about your lives. You, and your old job, of which Steve snapped his fingers together immediately and suggested you come work at the high school where they’d needed some help in the library.

Robin seemed so hopeful for you, eyes shining as he told you, “See — it’s all gonna work out, babe. I told you.”

The apartment itself wasn’t large or anything. An open space for the most part, with a connected living room and kitchen. Robin had the closed off bedroom, and there was a makeshift bathroom with a small shower stall inside, and not nearly spacious enough. But it would do for now, and was way more than you could have ever hoped for or expected.

Your first purchases had been some clear tote boxes to keep stored away under your pullout bed. One for your clothes, one for the clothes you thrifted for the baby, and one for the miscellaneous items here and there like toiletries, diapers, your shampoos and conditioners and make up. It wasn’t much, and you’d likely run out of room soon, but it worked for now.

Those first two weeks passed in a blur. As promised, Steve was able to get you in for an interview at the high school library. It paid well enough, came with health insurance, and time off for maternity leave — though you didn’t know how they knew you’d need it, but you’d like to thank them if you ever found out. As you exited, you happened upon Steve and Chrissy’s awaiting stares, her excited giggling bursting to life when you’d said you were hired and would start that following Monday.

Later, as you all shared yet another celebratory dinner — this time for your new job position — and your baby decided it definitely didn’t like meatloaf, you stumbled into Chrissy on your way out of the bathroom, the back of your hand pressed to your mouth. Her eyes were soft as she led you back over to sit on the edge of the shower and fumbled around in her cabinet for something wrapped in a tiny package.

“Apparently ginger helps with the nausea,” she explained as your eyes widened at the wrapped candy settled in your palm. Confusion lined your furrowed brows and she continued, “For the morning sickness.”

“Oh — I-I’m…”

“It’s okay, you know. I kind of figured it out right away. Steve says I have a sense for these things.” She settled down on the toilet beside you, her knee knocking against the outside of your jean-clad thigh. “Is the father not…”

“No.” It came out as a shaky exhale, heart thumping loudly in your ears. “He’s not around, no. It’s just us.”

“Then you’ll stay,” she urged, reaching across your lap to clasp her hand around yours. “For as long as you need, okay?”

Life settled into a new normalcy. You went to work every morning, waved to your new coworkers as you passed, and began learning the names of the dozens of kids that would filter in and out of the library. And during your lunch breaks, you’d often walk around the track with Steve, talking to him about your day, his day, the weather. Trivial things, but it brought you comfort. A sense of familiarity in the unfamiliar you found yourself in.

The holidays, though different this year, were spent with people who wanted the best for you. Chrissy and Steve had been kind enough to buy you a basket of things for the baby, and Robin had as well, trying to lighten the burden however they could.

It was right around that time you’d learned Steve not only had Melody as a daughter, but a gaggle of twenty-something’s that Robin joked he’d been something of a mother hen to. They welcomed you into the fold without question, excited to have a new friend in their close-knit group.

It was also during those initial weeks you’d spent hours talking to Micah and Jere about how you really thought this was the best decision for your life right now. That you needed this change. And they promised to come visit often when you had your own place, especially since Micah insisted she planned on ‘spoiling the hell out of her niece or nephew.’

Soon enough, unfamiliar streets became solidified in your memory. You learned the best coffee shops and the shortest routes to get places you needed to go. You realized the next door neighbor, Tabitha, always walked her dogs at two in the afternoon and waved as she passed every time. That Pete down the street had the freshest veggie garden every spring and summer, and he promised he’d give you his extras when the seasons got warmer. You even enjoyed your coworkers. Appreciated their presence and help as you acquainted yourself with the school setting, and looked out for you like you'd been there for years.

Hawkins became a home. You didn’t know how or when, but it had. And it was then you finally allowed yourself to pause in front of your bathroom mirror one evening. To stop and stare at the reflection there, turning to the side, curiously tracing the space presently unchanged. Tried to imagine your empty arms being full in a few months, tried to imagine their little face. Tiny hands and little toes, the only person who knew what your heart sounded like from the inside.

They’d be yours and they’d be happy, growing up in a place where they’d only know love, and that’s all you ever wanted.

——

As the weeks progressed and 1994 bled into 1995, you progressed. Eyes drifted in supermarkets, trailed over the girl with no husband in tow. A bunch of close-minded town folk. Mother’s seemed to eye you wearily as you walked, children tugged closer to their side. Whispered when your back was turned to friends, asking quietly if you were simply gaining weight only in your middle of if you had some sort of scandalous secret, reaching up to grab canned soup or Robin’s favorite snacks.

It happened to be the only thing you didn’t like about Hawkins. The fact your business quickly became everyone else’s business. It was bad enough that you worked with teenagers these days. Many of whom preferred coming into the library lately to merely talk to someone they saw as closer in age, and therefore their personal information dump. You gave little more than properly timed nods and gentle reassurances, before you wished them on their way back to whatever classes they seemed intent on skipping.

Luckily, as the holidays came and went, you had the fortune of your increasingly close knitted friend group that consisted of Steve, Chrissy, and Robin — as well as the youngest Harrington, Melody.

Melody with her bright laughter and wispy curls, who reminded you constantly of who you were doing this all for. Uprooting your life, making changes, doing what you wanted to for once. That same little presence that had made itself more prominently known those weeks, current jeans swapped for ones you thrifted at the local store that accommodated the small bump that had decided would no longer be confined to your old clothes. That same little presence your thumb brushed over as you stood in the cereal aisle with Robin and held aloft a box, asking if you needed anymore back at the apartment.

“I mean, we already have two boxes, babe,” she said, shrugging, “but if you’re craving it, buy it. I don’t wanna mess with those angry hormones or whatever you got going on right now.”

“I don’t get angry.” The petulant pout on your lips spoke otherwise.

“You cried when I drank the last of the coffee the other morning —”

“That’s different,” you grumbled, tossing the box into the shopping cart. “I think we got everything. Is there anything else that you can th —”

“Robin Buckley in the flesh. Get your ass over here right now, I missed you so fucking much.”

You stiffened on the spot, heart clenching tight within your chest. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t utter a word. The voice had come from behind you, but the realization dawned instant. The timbre of it, the inflection of his words, the jovial nature and affection lacing the sentiment toward your friend.

And Robin understood. You watched as clarity drained her features, a sickly pale color overtaking her cheeks. As her mouth dropped open and she glanced over your shoulder to offer him a smile. You’d never told your friends much about the father. Hadn't even so much as uttered his name once since he’d hung up the call. Had only said he’d been someone you knew briefly and never saw again. Someone who’d known about the baby, and yet wanted nothing to do with it, sparing you from further heartbreak in some ways by rejecting you both outright. Now he was here, standing behind you in the cereal aisle in Hawkins, no longer in California.

With the tip of your head, you muttered, “I’m fine. Go say hi.”

Head bowing over the railing of your shopping cart, you listened as Robin and Eddie’s laughter filled the aisle. As he likely picked her up and spun her around, based on the sudden thump of feet you heard a short while after.

“And who is your friend here?” he asked, stepping closer to you. And when you turned, he stiffened, voice a little high and tight as he choked, “Buttercup?”

“It’s me,” you offered weakly, feeling very much like you’d stepped into an episode of The Twilight Zone. “Guess you’re back from California.”

The words came out harsher than you intended. Barbed in a way that felt unfamiliar to you. Especially with Robin standing uncomfortably in the distance, shifting on the balls of her feet, eyes dancing between the two of you like she didn’t know who she should focus her attention on solely.

“And you’re…here. In Hawkins,” he murmured, sounding a little breathless, hand reaching out to touch like he thought you might float away into the wind before his eyes. You didn’t even think he noticed what he was doing, but you stepped back all the same, an arm coming to cross over your chest, head angling away from him. “I, uhm. Sorry, sorry — can we talk?”

Hurt seared anew in your chest, eyes meeting Robin’s briefly. The other woman shrugged, and you faced Eddie once more. “I don’t know what we could possibly —”

“Five minutes,” he offered, biting at his bottom lip. “Just…five minutes.”

“I’ll go up front to check out. Give me the car keys,” Robin said, just as your resolve crumbled a bit and you dipped your head curtly. You did as told and she flashed you a weak smile, pushing the cart along. Her head whirled around. “Don’t forget you have an appointment soon. I’ll come get you if you’re still talking after five minutes.”

“Thanks, Rob. We won’t be long, don't worry.”

You waved, following Eddie out the sliding front doors to the supermarket, stomach lodged high in your throat.

——

Of all the things you imagined he might say if you saw him again, “You know, I really hoped you’d call,” was definitely not one of them. And it was exactly what he’d said as you stepped out into the street, tugging your winter coat tighter to your body to block out the chill in the air.

Hot anger pooled in your veins. Fists balled up at your sides. Those angry hormones Robin spoke of? You felt them building at his statement, forming a cyclone of whirling emotion, anger like acid on your tongue as you snapped back, “Are you kidding me? I did call you, Eddie. I fucking called you to tell you I was pregnant and you hung up on me. I can’t believe you just said that. You know, I already thought you were an asshole, but that took the —”

You’d started walking away from him, wanting to run back inside the store and pretend this whole ordeal had never happened. Five minutes had been a joke, you’d only made it thirty seconds before he’d gone and opened his mouth and infuriated you further than you already had been toward the man.

But then you heard it. The choked whoosh of breath, the wobbly, “What did you just say?”

There was another sharp inhale of breath. Staggered, like he’d suffered through it, his palm coming to rest over his sternum. Fear propelled you toward him, a hand coming to rest over his back as he hunched forward a bit, trying to catch his breath.

“Eddie…what’s happening right now?” Your voice was so quiet you worried he might not have heard you over the harsh gasps he tried to draw into ragged lungs.

Something like a moaned curse ripped from his lips and he dropped down into a crouch, back against a lamppost, seemingly the only thing holding him upright. You got down on your knees in front of him, rubbing along the taut muscles of his shoulders, tensed in his panic.

“Hey…” you whispered, completely confused as to what the hell was going on. And yet, he looked so broken, forehead on his knees, arms around his shins, trying to get a hold of himself. “Deep breaths, okay? Follow me.”

He listened to your words as you coached him through a few deeper breaths. Watched as his shoulders loosened up, as his lungs started to expand further, and the wheezing died down into a quiet whisper. Finally, he looked upward — at you, at your face, and your own breath faltered. Watery, his eyes were watery and you could see the confusion there. The unfathomable and unimaginable hurt.

“Why…why does it seem like this is the first time you’re…hearing this…”

“Because it is, god damn it,” he groaned. “Did you really think — you thought — I wouldn’t have —”

“I don’t really even know you,” you retaliated, following after him as he shot up and began walking the opposite direction of the store you’d come from. “Will you slow down?!”

“Should I be concerned that there’s a woman chasing you across the parking lot, Munson?” Robin barked out a laugh, pushing your shared cart along the parking lot, stopping when she reached where you presently stood, watching Eddie walk back and forth, still trying to gather himself. To you, she whispered, “Is he okay?”

“I’m…I’m not sure,” you said, frowning when he turned back around and brushed the back of his hand along his eyes, then glanced down at your midsection, hidden behind the layers of your now zipped jacket. “Hey, Eddie? I think we need to go somewhere and talk.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding, those curls around his shoulder bobbing with the movement, “yeah, I think we can start there.”

“I have an hour before my doctor’s appointment,” you told him, then glanced at Robin. “If Eddie drives me to the diner, can you drive my car? And I can always walk to my doctor’s office.”

“I’m not making you walk in the cold.” Eddie shook his head. “I’ll — I can drop you off or something.”

Robin took your keys hesitantly, eying you both once more. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Robin asked you quietly. At your nod, she added, “This doesn’t sound like Eddie if he’s who I’m thinking he is. He’s a good guy, babe. Just…maybe hear him out, okay? No angry hormones.”

“No angry hormones,” you promised, and watched as Eddie and Robin loaded up your trunk with the groceries you bought.

Once your friend pulled out of the parking lot, it was time for you to climb into Eddie’s van. He rushed around to open the door for you, and held a hand out as you clambered up on in, heart thudding at the fleeting contact with the man after two months without. Hated that even now you felt that immediate rush, the jolt in your system that you’d felt that night.

He hopped in on the other side and watched your face as you angled your head over your shoulder at the back of the vehicle. Your yet unvoiced immediate thoughts as you took in your surroundings were quieted by his rapidly uttered, “I…can make it safer. For —” He glanced down again, “well, you know.”

Uncomfortable silence settled over the vehicle, the gentle hum of whatever music Eddie had put on immediately lowered when you jolted to life at the first blaring notes that spilled out. Scenery fluttered on by as your forehead pressed against the glass window, fingers curled into a fist on your lap, tension roiling in your form.

The diner appeared out of the corner of your eye, its neon glowing sign declaring they were open twenty four hours catching your eye as you dropped down from the passenger side door and joined Eddie on the sidewalk. He opened the door for you as you both approached and helped pull out a chair, that boyish smile on his face you so vividly remembered playing on his lips as he dropped down across from you and asked the nearest waitress for some water and a set of menus.

“I just want a giant plate of fries,” you groaned, practically tasting them in all their potatoey goodness.

“And a plate of fries for the lady, please!” Eddie called out just before the waitress slipped out of earshot. “I…it’s good to see you. You look great.”

“You too.” Your fingers balled up your straw wrapper, rolled it along the table mindlessly. “So, I guess we should rip the bandaid off and start at the beginning?”

“Beginning is good.”

“About a month after we’d been together I started feeling sick. So naturally I went to the doctor and, well, surprise.” You gestured vaguely to your form. “That’s when I called you. Or I thought I did? But the look on your face back there….Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” He laughed, a dark sounding laugh that made your fingers twitch around your glass, refraining from reaching over to comfort the man. “You tried to tell me. Fuck — I’m going to find out who it was. But you have to know I’d never just…abandon my kid. Please know that. I might be scared as shit, but I wouldn’t abandon them like that. Wouldn’t abandon their mother like that either.”

“So you’re okay with it?” Fear gripped your chest, head lifting to look at him over the top of your glass of water. “Because you’re oddly calm about this at the moment and I just want to remind you this isn’t some kind of thing someone can half commit to. I — we have at least eighteen years ahead of us.”

“I understand that,” he said earnestly, an edge of harshness to his tone. His eyes narrowed a bit. “My dad was a piece of shit. I’m not about to follow in his footsteps.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, swallowing thickly, “I didn’t mean to insinuate anything by it. I’m just —”

“You’re a mother, I get it.”

It was the first time someone acknowledged it. The first time maybe you’d even acknowledged it. A mother; you were a mother. Not going to be — a present state.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“I…I want to be there. In any way that I can. I know you’re doing most of the work right now, but I want you to know I’m here.” He exhaled deeply, hand coming to swipe over his jaw, rubbing gently. “I want to be here. For you,” he glanced down, “and them.”

“Okay. I guess we’re doing this.”

“We’re doing this,” he agreed.

Silence settled over the two of you as a waitress appeared with your drinks and the plate of fries you decided you might as well share with Eddie. You wanted it to be awkward. Wanted it to be stilted, but he was just as charming as the night you’d first met him. Boisterous laughter, jokes that made your sides hurt, wide grins that made something swoop low in your belly.

“How was California?”

“Good — warmer than here at least. We recorded the album and we’re really happy with the result. It’s very true to our roots, which is what we wanted,” he said, tossing another fry into his mouth. “We might do a tour, but we have a year. Which…works out, given our current circumstances. Just how pregnant are you right now anyway?”

“Four months,” you told him, sipping at your water.

“How are you feeling?”

“Uhm, in the beginning I was really sick. But luckily the past couple of weeks have been better,” you explained, offering him a smile when he grimaced. “I have pictures. I’ve kept copies in my bag…it’s silly, I know. Do you want to see them?”

“Can I?” He pressed his fist to his mouth as you slipped your hand into your pocketbook and fished out the small black and white images of varying stages throughout the past couple of months. You laid the first one in front of him, laughing as he squinted to try and figure out what exactly he was looking at. “It looks like a bean.”

“It kind of was. That was the first appointment,” you told him, handing him the most recent one after. “And this is my most recent appointment.”

His fingers glided over the curve of the spine. The shape of the head. Marveled at it with glassy eyes, your fingers curling over the leather of his jacket, right around his wrist to offer him some modicum of comfort. Allowed him to have a moment to let it all sink in. It had to be overwhelming. It had been, and still often was, for you to sit down and really accept that all of this was real.

He’d only had minutes to accept the news that his life as he knew it had changed, you had months.

“We should leave for my appointment soon,” you said, tucking away your napkin on the table.

“Would it be weird if I asked to come?” he asked, sounding so hopeful, younger than you knew him to be.

“It’s not weird. I mean, they’re half you, right?” you told him, watching him sign his signature on the receipt handed over by the waitress in passing before tucking it away. “But, uh, sure. Yeah.”

He lifted the picture of his unborn baby once more, grinned to himself, thumb brushing over the curve of their head. “Thank you.”

——

Father.

Eddie Munson hadn’t really ever had a good example of what that word stood for. For him, ‘father’ was the man who only came around every so often to ask his mother for money when she’d been alive. For drugs, to get himself out of a horrible situation, to try and pay a bill. For Eddie, father was the guy who taught him how to hotwire a car, the man who gave him his first black eye, someone who blamed his son for his every lot in life.

But as he grew, father became morning coffees with Wayne outside as the sun rose high over Hawkins. It meant putting up a Christmas tree around the holidays that looked more like a bush with lights than anything else. It meant learning how to fix cars with his hands, encouraging words to get him through high school, a call late at night when he was out of town working on his dreams of making music.

Right now, father was the word the technician had used when she asked you to confirm who he was to the baby when he sat down in that little office with you. It was the word she used when she asked him to fill out paperwork on his history, the word his soul screamed at him when he finally heard that tiny heartbeat working overtime.

His little ‘Party Favor’ he’d teased as you both walked back out toward the van after scheduling your next ultrasound. Twenty weeks, the big one, they’d told you both.

“Please don’t call our baby a party favor ever again,” you’d grumbled as you hoisted yourself up into the passenger seat, but he knew from the smile tugging at your lips when he settled down on the driver’s side that you hadn’t meant it.

“Where are you staying these days?” he asked, thumb curling around the steering wheel. “So I can drive you home.”

He hadn’t expected you to rattle off Steve’s address, but when you did, his eyes widened and you immediately asked, “Do you know where that is?”

“Kind of,” he said, turning his head to take in your pretty features. While he knew it probably wasn’t the best time to be admiring you as such, you looked so damn breathtaking his stomach twisted with it, “seeing as he’s my best friend.”

“Why am I not surprised? This day just keeps getting weirder.” You laughed, staring out into the streets as a gentle snow began to fall. “I happen to move to your hometown, where I also happen to then move into your best friend’s house.”

“I didn’t know you knew Robin.”

“It’s a small world.”

“And apparently getting smaller,” he said, eyes ahead on the road as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Thank you. For letting me come.”

The answer was silence. You’d curled up against the car door, forehead against the glass, mouth parted gently, lashes flush against the tops of your cheeks. His eyes drifted downward, to where your pocketbook rested next to your hip and your arm curled over your middle. Peaceful, you looked so peaceful — just like that night you’d spent together, where he’d watched as your eyes had started to flutter closed halfway through the movie and he’d held his breath as you rolled over and sought out the heat of his body.

He hadn’t lied. He didn’t have nights like those often. Had never even intended to go to that party that night. He’d only gone because the rest of the guys wanted to get out of the hotel for a bit and ended up rushing to put together a costume with less than a day’s notice. You’d sat at that bar, hunched over and bored and he’d been curious. He just never expected you to turn around, nor had he expected spending hours laughing with you over your drinks, or finding yourselves twisted in bedsheets.

And so much changed in a short four months. A stranger — you were mostly a stranger and now you were having his kid. Today, you’d been an acquaintance? A friend? He wasn’t sure what to think about it all. He still hadn’t fully processed the fact he would be a father in a few months to an innocent human being. Something so impressionable and his to raise.

He supposed that was also a conversation for another day. Something else to ponder after he dropped you off for the night and laid down for bed. Sighing, he shifted the car into park and glanced up at the front porch lamp hanging on the front of Steve Harrington’s doorway. He waved as Chrissy poked her head through the front curtains and noticed your sleeping form in the front seat.

Steve appeared in the doorway next, baby Melody on his hip as Eddie dropped down out of the van and rushed around the vehicle. “Say hi to Uncle Eddie,” Steve called out, holding up the baby’s hand in a little wave.

He waved back at the girl with a beaming gummy smile and tugged the door open, catching your shoulder as you rolled against the seatbelt a bit, eyes jolting open. “Hey, hey. You fell asleep, it’s just me.”

Your eyes searched his face in the night, and his heart lurched at the way they softened in recognition. “I’m sorry. You were talking and that was so rude of me I —”

“All good. I’m glad you got some sleep,” he chuckled, holding out a hand as you dropped down from the front seat and wobbled a bit before steadying yourself. “We’re here.”

The two of you made your way into the household, varying degrees of curious stares gliding over your forms as you stepped through the threshold. The first of which being Chrissy, who seemed unsure whether she wanted to keep her eyes on him or you.

“So you two have met it seems,” Steve said, “guess we don't have to get introductions out of the way.”

“We’ve met,” you muttered quietly, dipping your head as you yawned. A hand splayed over your midsection and Eddie watched the trail of your gaze stop on him. “Thanks for driving me today. I’m really tired and I should probably get to bed early.”

“Uh — y-yeah. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight everyone.” And you were gone, back trailing down the hallway toward the downstairs basement, the door shutting behind you with a resounding click.

There was a beat of silence, then, “Why didn’t you tell me she was living here?”

“What do you mean, you asshole? First time I see you in months and that’s the first thing you say?”

“That’s her.”

“The girl from the party?” Steve asked, mouth agape as Chrissy stepped forward to take the baby from him. She bounced their daughter around the kitchen island, pretending she wasn’t listening with her back to them, but Eddie knew better. Couldn’t fault her for wanting to protect a friend. “That’s the girl you couldn’t shut up about? Buttercup?”

“I need a drink. A strong one,” Eddie rasped, pulling out one of the island barstools. Propped his elbows on the counter and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. “First I’m thinking when I see her at the store, ‘wow, maybe I get a second chance at this.’ Has to be, since she ends up here of all places. And then I find out she’s pregnant with my baby and I —”

“You hung up on her,” Chrissy interjected. Steve raised a brow in her direction. “Sorry. I just…you didn’t see her when she came to town.”

“But that’s the thing.” He paused to thank Steve as he dropped a glass in front of him on the table. “I didn’t know. I would have been on a plane if I knew. I hate thinking she’s been alone in all of this. And I know the day she was referring to. We’d had some stupid party after we’d finished the album and played some of the new songs for fun and we had some people over. She talked to someone, but I swear it wasn’t me.”

“We believe you,” Steve promised, settling down beside his friend. A hand curled around Eddie’s forearm and gave a tight squeeze. “How are you feeling?”

He groaned a hoarse cry of ‘fuck’ into his fist, head shaking back and forth. “I’m scared, man. I tried to be brave for her today, but I don’t even know the first thing about kids. In what universe did someone think I’d be fit to be a dad?”

“In all of them, Ed,” Chrissy sighed, coming up to rest a hand on her husband’s shoulder. Steve reached over and slid his palm over her smaller one, oozing that sweet fondness that most people only ever dreamed of. “You’re a good man. Don’t sell yourself short. You have a few months to figure out all the rest.”

“You told her you’re going to be there for her, right? I mean, if that’s what you want?” Steve asked, eyes intently searching his best friend’s face.

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed, taking a large gulp of his drink. “I mean, not much I can do right now, but I’m going to be in whatever way she wants me to be.” His hand swiped down the front of his face.

“I’m going to put her down for bed and head up. Love you two.” Chrissy moved to exit the room, dropping a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head and shoving the back of it teasingly into the kitchen island. Once he’d bursted into a laugh, she bounced the baby higher on her hip and said, “And Eddie. It’s going to be okay. You have all of us too. You’re not alone; neither of you are. Don’t forget that.”

He sure hoped so.

Long after Chrissy had gone up for bed, and Eddie grabbed his jacket from the front coat hanger rack, Steve stopped him in the doorway. Pulled him in for a hug Eddie would normally end up throwing a fist into Steve’s stomach jokingly for. This time he clapped him on the back and let his lungs fully deflate. A sigh he’d been holding onto all afternoon released, the tension in his body along with it.

“To me, it looks like you got a second chance with her. Might look different than you thought it would, but you got a second chance. Whether that’s as co-parents, friends, or more — you still have something,” Steve told him, stepping back to open the door for his friend. “I’d take advantage of that opportunity. Not everyone gets one.”

And damn it, he decided he would.

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let me know what you think! 💌 see you again next week for chapter three, titled ‘roommates.’ 😉

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lost in the fire - e.b

summary: when visiting the home of a newly divorced couple in their high-security home, things get very heated for y/n and buck.

evan buckley x reader

a/n: based on one of my fav s19 episodes 🤭 also sorry for typos i’m tired and i wanna go to sleep 😁

“damn it, oliver! you called the cops?” the woman yells when she sees the red and blue lights and blaring sirens.

“audrey, there is a fire if you didn’t notice! i called the fire department!” he argues back, then turning to the 118. “my wife was just burning all of our belongings together, and the fireplace just started sparking.”

“ex-wife.” audrey grumbles.

“ok, ma’am. we need to get in there, so why don’t you, sir, come get checked out.” bobby says, leading the husband to henrietta. “we heard there were some difficulties getting in so buck, y/l/n, go see if you can get those doors open and start hitting this thing from the middle.”

“on it, cap.” buck says and the two follow the wife back into the house.

“alright so, i created this whole system to keep this house in line and it’s all programmed a certain way,” she informs the firefighters beside her. she continues to ramble on about how long it took her and how she formed it all.

“ok, well why don’t we open it?” y/n asks, politely but with a little force as well. the woman places her hand on the buzzer of the door, and it buzzes a bright red color. “huh, that’s weird. i’ll try it again.” the second time she places her finger on it, the same thing happens but another warning comes up talking about the attempts left. she pulls her hand back and observes her thumb.

“looks like you blistered it trying to burn all that stuff, it probably won’t work even if you do it a few times.” buck says to her, giving her something to wrap around her blistered thumb.

“well, here, i’ll just try it again.” buck and y/n exchange a look of confusion and doubt that it’ll work, but they wait around for her to try and get the fire revealed to them. “ugh! shit!” they all turn around and look at the door of the garage sliding down into the locked mode.

“no, no!” y/n runs over and hits on the door, realizing she was too late to try and prevent it from closing. “well, that didn’t work. do you happen to have another way to get in?”

“i have a code,” they sigh out of relief because they can already feel the intense heat filling up the garage. “but it’s getting fixed right now. of course, i mean perfect timing for my house to burn down.”

“hey, your house will be ok, we just have to try and figure out how to get through this door.” buck reassures audrey, even though he also isn’t sure how to make it out of here. “when will the system reset?”

she mumbles quietly, looking down at her shoes and taking off her sweater. “maybe a few hours, at least.” buck groans out and looks over to y/n who has a face filled with disbelief. she pulls out her radio and speaks into it.

“cap, it might be a while before we get into the actual house. looks like we’re stuck in here.”

“we gotta get you guys out of there quickly, it is way too hot to be in there for too long.” bobby says, light panic fading through his voice.

“chim! eddie! go grab the jaws and try to pry this door open before our friends get cooked alive. get at the weakest parts of the door and try to break this code.”

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after what felt like days inside that garage, the temperature rises to 110°. they were practically baking inside, with thick beads of sweat falling down their faces. with no water or air, they were already dehydrated and could suffocate in this garage if they could not open it.

the clatter from outside becomes distant as the heat begins to get heavier on their bodies. they are already on the cool cement floor of the room, but even with that, their clothes are soaked. audrey sits over in one of the corners and y/n and buck sit in the other.

“if we ever get married, don’t burn our stuff.” buck says.

“you think i’d burn your stuff?”

“well you never know, that guy clearly didn’t see it coming.”

“we’re firefighters, buck. i think we’d know better.” she smiles at him through the feeling of the sun touching the earth's crust. “at least we’re in here together though.”

buck blushes like he has a middle school crush on her, even though they’ve been dating for a while. “me too, just wish it wasn’t as hot as the devil's ass in here.”

“i wish i had the keys, maybe crank the AC of the car,” audrey says from the corner, eyeing her car.

“AC sounds heavenly, but we won’t have AC again if we get carbon monoxide poisoning from the engine.” y/n tells her, leaning back. it seems like every option they have just get shut down immediately, placing them in more danger.

“buck, y/n/n, how’s it going in there?” bobby’s voice comes in through the radio again.

“pretty good for being in an oven, but uh, get us out please.” buck says. “temps hit 115°”

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heavy breaths and panting have become the only noise in the room. the heat was becoming unbearable, and faith was shrinking as the fire grew. the bangs and hits from outside became almost irrelevant to the heating thoughts in their thumping heads.

“this was not on my bingo card for this year.” buck tries joking around, but neither feels like it anymore.

“save your oxygen, honey.”

“just tell me to shut up, y/n.”

“alright, shut up buck.” she forces out a little smile while slumped against the wall. audrey was their concern, but she seemed to be in the same condition and there was nothing they could do. “i’m getting tired, that’s bad, huh?”

“hey, no, you have to stay awake. we have to get out of here, everyone’s working on it, right?”

“there’s no way they gave up.”

after a few more minutes, feeling like lightyears, they hear several loud hits to the weakest parts of the door. they see something wedge the door, but it’s almost like the heat and stress of the room have closed out their senses to get up and check. with several buttons of their tops undone to try and cope with the heat, they stay still in their spots, losing more and more energy.

the door busts up, and the garage door is thrown up, dents on the outside from the smashing and banging. the vision of the couple fades as they see eddie and chimney walking toward them, helping them both stand up and carry them out. two more paramedics help audrey, removing her from the garage and placing her in an excellent ambulance.

everyone from 118 and even the cops on the scene watch with amazement as the pair comes out in almost full gear, decked with sweat and taking short, slow breaths.

“severe dehydration and heat exhaustion, get them in the ambulance and crank the air conditioning. get them fluids and oxygen masks now!” chimney leads people to each other and y/n and buck sit in their own ambulances.

the relief in their bodies takes a few minutes, but eventually, the moisture evaporates and their heads clear out of the smokey heat. y/n, placed with hen in the truck, asks, “is buck ok? he was really hot, hen. he was so hot in that garage and audrey! is she doing ok, she didn’t look too bad in there, she had fewer layers but still-“

“they’re all okay, y/n. you did well in there. that’s a pretty badass story, too, stuck in an oven basically.” y/n looks out the doors to the ambulance and sees the contained fire, no longer roaring at the garage doors and the ceiling.

“can i see ev?” was her last question. and work from eddie is the same thing happened in his aid car.

“audrey’s good right?” buck asks eddie, pulling the mask away from his mouth.

“she’s fine buck, just relax.”

“where’s y/n? she was sweating a lot in there, barely heard me in there, is she alright?”

being able to stand up strong enough, y/n sneaks her way over to buck. she steps up into the ambulance. “sup, eddie.”

“sup, lava girl.” he teases. “i’ll leave you guys, keep that mask on, buck, or i swear to god-“

“bye eddie!” buck waves to him, smiling and putting the mask back around his mouth.

“pretty bad day, huh?”

“no, not at all.” buck says, surprising y/n. “you were in there with me.”

y/n lets out a cheeky grin at buck and sits closer to him. “you know i love you right?”

“of course, i know that, we just got cooked like hot dogs in there together,” she laughs and he looks into her shining eyes and red face. “and i love you, and i really hope you know that.”

“oh i know,” she says, leaning in to land a light kiss on his lips. he leans more into the kiss as it transforms into a far more passionate one than intended.

“hey!” hen yells from outside. “i left you alone for one minute and you’re already making out where i did not leave you!”

“i’d say sorry but…”

“save it, does eddie know you’re in here too?”

“yeah? he was here when i came in.”

“oh, ok then. diaz!” hen yells and walks away.

“someone’s in trouble with mama hen.” buck jokes and he brings her in for another kiss. “i heard someone say i was pretty hot in there, you didn’t have to flatter me like that.”

y/n slaps his shoulder and chuckles at his sly comments about himself. “i guess you did look pretty hot, but not as hot as that garage, baby.” she caresses the side of his face.

“oh i know somewhere else that gets hotte-“

“buck!” eddie’s voice echoes through the street, looking at buck with his hands thrown in the air. “really? what did i tell you? mask!”

buck shakes his head and then eddie points at y/n. “and you! you made me get in trouble with hen.” he starts walking toward the two of them.

“ok, maybe i should leave for my own ambulance.” she pecks his lips again and skips out of his truck.

“dirty fools, you two.” buck shakes his head and eddie smirks at the two, admiring the relationship they have together.

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This is a new Evan Buckley x Tommy Kinard imagine based on a lovely request. I hope you will all like it.

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: When Buck gets hurt on shift, he calls his partner to help calm him down. Not caring that the team have no idea who he's dating. And afterwards, Buck realises what it's like to finally have a partner to look after him.

Enjoy.

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"Make it stop! Please, p-please, make it stop."

A mixture of those four words continued on a rambling loop past Evan's lips as he tensed his neck and forced his head as far back into the gurney as possible. He could feel the base of his skull vibrating and aching from the pressure he was applying and the dizziness got worse when he pushed back, but he didn't know what else to do.

His right arm flopped over his temple, shading his eyes from view that were about to start watering.

While his left hand curled around the padded gurney to the point that his short nails started to tear through the fabric.

When it seemed that no one was listening to him, Evan curled his hand into a fist and rammed it down against the metal frame of the gurney that held up his weight. The burning sensation in his knuckles was a beautiful distraction from the agony gnawing away at his leg and the thumping sensation hammering away at his skull.

"Do you want the gas and air?"

A pitiful whine rumbled at the back of Evan's throat and turned into a groan of agony.

No he did not. He did not want gas and air like he was in labour about to push out a baby. He wanted the good stuff. He wanted morphine. He wanted codeine or tramadol or something with a kick that would take away his agony and make him feel better.

"Gimme morphine." He spat crudely and when his arm lowered from his watering eyes, he could barely open them to look up at his friend.

His eyes squinted on Hen who hovered over him and his lip curled into a snarl when she shook her head.

"Buck, you know we can't administer that on route. Here, deep breaths." She held out the white plastic tube and switched on the machine when Evan snatched it from her with a grumble.

He was on the verge of passing out in delirium but the pain just wouldn't let him go yet. It wouldn't let him shut down and fall asleep and rest, not for a second. Not even for a minute.

He took the gas he was given and clenched his teeth down on the plastic tube, marking it with the indents of his front teeth as he breathed heavily. Each ragged breath spat around the tube and he sucked in deeper and deeper breaths until his head started to swim and he felt like he was going to be sick.

Gas and air did nothing. It didn't take away the pain. It didn't make Evan feel calmer. It didn't make him woozy or send him to sleep. It didn't help.

He tossed the useless tube onto the floor as a loud scream errupted past his lips when someone tried to touch his leg. His right hand curled into a fist and bashed into the wall as his stomach tensed and his knees jolted up so his boots were pressing down into the gurney.

Why were they hurting him? Why was no one helping him or taking his pain away?

"Cut it off. Kill me. Just do something!" He whined like a man possessed and cried out horribly when he felt Eddie grab his ankles and straighten his legs back out on the gurney.

When the fire truck landed on his leg, had it caused him this much agony? Evan couldn't remember the pain he had been in that night. He could barely remember the agonising weeks that followed with five different operations, weeks of physio and pins bolted in and then removed from his leg. All of it was a blur from the amount of different painkillers he had been prescribed over the course of six months.

But what he felt right now had to rival that pain. This had to feel worse than whatever pain that fire truck caused him. Evan had been on the brink of passing out when that truck landed on him. He was in and out of consciousness which dulled some of the pain he felt.

He was wide awake this time.

When that ceiling collapsed and one of the beams landed directly onto his left leg, Evan thought he'd died. He thought the pain was unmatched by anything else in his life. He thought he had been unlucky enough to have his damaged leg severed from the rest of his body.

But Eddie and Bobby got him out from that rubble in less than five minutes. All of the breeze blocks and wooden beams and cement and metal rods that crashed down around him hadn't been as heavy as the truck that hit him last time. But it felt like Evan was buried in the centre of the Earth with how heavy it all felt on top of him.

He knew he'd severed an artery in his leg. He knew he was bleeding out and his knee was either dislocated or broken or fully out of joint. He knew his ankle had twisted and his leg felt like it had crush syndrome.

If they didn't make the pain stop soon he was going to go off the rails.

"We're almost there, just stay with us and keep calm, okay?"

Another whine burned past Evan's lips that were froffing over and turning a dark shade of rouge that was almost worrying.

He pressed his right hand down into the gurney to balance himself and rummaged his left hand through his pocket. It took a while to shimmy his hand through his overalls and around to the small hidden pocket within his uniform where he could feel his phone. It was a wonder the device hadn't smashed to pieces, but Evan was beyond grateful that it was undamaged and still in working order.

The bright light blinded him considering he couldn't open his eyes more than to squint at the screen.

His fingers barely found the contact inscribed 'Babe' with a dark blue love heart next to it. He couldn't call him. He couldn't type a message out, not in this state when he could barely see. So Evan did the only other thing he could. He pressed the microphone button until a blue line wavered across the screen and a small beep let him know he was now recording a voice message.

"I've h- I've had an accident… oh fuck, please come to the hospital- which one are we going to?" Evan tilted his head back in Hen's direction and moved the phone near her so she could help him out.

Hen's wide eyes briefly looked down at Eddie before she looked back at the phone. Who were they calling? They all knew Evan had someone special in his life at the moment. Someone who made him smile and grin like a giddy child when he looked at his phone. Someone he snook off to talk to in private and who was taking up a lot of his free time. But none of them knew who the lucky lady was.

"Uh Mercy hospital, we'll be going straight into the emergency room."

"Hurry." Evan whined desperately before he clicked off the button and the voice message was sent.

He waved his hand until Eddie took his phone and shoved it back in Evan's pocket for him just as Chimney swerved around a sharp bend that indicated how close they were to the hospital.

He didn't care that none of his team knew he was dating a man. Or that none of them realised he was dating someone they all knew very well. All Evan cared about was having his boyfriend here with him, now. Because he needed Tommy. And he wanted him here; he wanted Tommy by his side now more than he'd ever wanted anyone else with him in his life.

"Alright Buck, alright we're here."

Eddie grabbed the end of the gurney after he flung open the doors and with Hen holding the other end, they steered him between them.

The way Evan twitched on the gurney showed how much distress he was feeling. They had never seen him so distraught. He was writhing up and down, trembling back and forth as his arm remained over his eyes that were burning from the different lights blinding him. He tossed his head to the left, groaning at the way the gurney shook and swayed and rolled over bumps which made his stomach toss around.

Whenever Evan tried to move his legs, he felt Eddie's hand gently but firmly pressing down on his ankles to keep him still and in place.

Everyone in the secluded cubicles of the emergency room seemed to stop what they were doing when Evan's ungodly scream announced their arrival. He needed help. Someone had to help him. They had to take his pain away before he went insane. Or before it killed him.

"I'm here for Evan Buckley? He was brought in within the last twenty minutes?"

Both Tommy's hands planted down on the reception desk and he pushed his weight down onto his forearms, arching out his lower back in the process. His left knee pushed into the counter while he dropped his head down until his nose was a mere inch away from the desk.

He took a moment to catch his breath and try to compose himself. It wouldn't do him any favours to be rushing in here like a headless chicken and flutter about in a panic.

But Evan's voice message had frightened him.

He could hear the physical agony Evan was in and he could sense the fear hidden away in his voice. Tommy wasn't used to hearing Evan sound so worried or seeing him in pain. This was the first time in their relationship that one of them had been hurt on shift.

And Tommy thanked God that he had been home when Evan messaged. God only knew what would have happened or how Tommy would of reacted if he had been up in the sky or out somewhere on shift when Evan messaged and he didn't find out until hours later.

It had been pure luck that Tommy had been on his phone when Evan messaged. Something had stopped him from jumping into the shower at that precise moment and he was starting to think it was intuition that something was wrong with his partner.

As soon as he got that message, Tommy grabbed his keys and bolted. He'd never run out the door so fast and he wasn't even sure if he took the time to lock the front door behind him. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was finding and being with Evan.

"Buckley… are you family?"

"I'm his partner." The words rolled off the tongue before Tommy could think to take a quick look around.

He'd heard Hen and Eddie in the background on Evan's message and he knew the 118 was a family unit. They would all be around here somewhere to keep an eye on him and stay with him. And they didn't know about Tommy. But he wasn't lying and he was getting in to see Evan whether anyone tried to stop him or not.

"Cubicle five, down on the left, I'll buzz you in."

A quiet but nevertheless grateful "Thank you," tumbled past Tommy's lips before he jogged over to the door on the left.

He knew this place like the back of his hand. He knew the emergency consultation rooms were down the other corridor and that the treatment rooms were just past this locked door. Once the red light flashed and the door beeped, Tommy yanked it open and hurried inside.

His eyes scanned the numbers above each large, square room until he finally came face to face with room number five.

Part of him thought about knocking when the automatic doors opened. He thought about rapping his knuckles on the glass to alert them all that he was here and explain why he had turned up. But when his eyes locked on the bed in the middle of the room, Tommy couldn't find any words.

There was his partner.

There was Evan, his Evan, laid awkwardly in the middle of the bed, looking like he was about to have a fight or a panic attack. Or both.

Tommy took a second to take in the state of him. Evan had a dark blue turniquet strapped around his left leg a few inches up from his knee. That was his bad leg and right now, it was lathered in blood with a rather large flap of skin hanging loose. Blood was soaking into the sheets turning them from crisp white to berry red.

He was covered in a layer of dust that changed his hair from sandy blond to snow white with flecks of grey like he had aged twenty years in less than a day. But there was a cut to the right side of his temple that was oozing blood which was clumping together with the dust lathered onto his temple.

"No!" Evan's voice broke Tommy out of his trance and the pleading, yet somehow demanding tone to his voice had Tommy shaking in panic.

He watched, wide eyed, as Evan tore off the blue and white stickers that the nurse tried to attach to his chest in the event that he went into cardiac arrest. He wouldn't let her, or anyone else attach the grey monitoring wires to his chest and he flung his arms out in front of him when Bobby tried to calm him down.

"Buck, Buck please we need to get you to surgery-"

Wrong choice of words.

Tommy internally cringed. Why did they think telling Evan that would somehow calm him down from this manic state? Didn't they realise that his past injuries haunted him? Didn't they understand that Evan feared another surgery, another lightning strike, another coma. He feared going to sleep and never waking up again or waking up in an alternate universe where he was as unloved and discarded as he used to feel here.

"Tommy." Surprise flooded Eddie's voice when he turned his head and jumped in surprise, realising someone else was stood in the doorway. "How'd you know we were here?"

The way Evan started to cry again and how he held his arms out towards Tommy, making small grabbing motions with his fingers made Tommy want to melt. Evan almost looked like a lost child needing love and comfort. He looked like he was about to break and Tommy wanted nothing more than to hold all his broken pieces back together.

Tommy took a deep breath before he advanced into the room, avoiding the confused gazes of Chimney, Hen and Eddie, all of whom took a step back towards the closed blinds.

And he watched the way Bobby slowly let go of Evan and took a step away, but he still stayed within reach. Just in case. Just to be safe.

Any thought of uncomfortableness or awkwardness washed away the moment Evan's hands clutched his forearms and dragged him closer.

A calming, sensitive smile formed on Tommy's lips and his eyes softened causing creases above his cheeks as he sat down on the side of the bed next to Evan's left hip. He glided his hands up and down Evan's arms and waited patiently while Evan pushed himself to sit up, but the motion made his head spin.

Evan could feel himself going lightheaded and he grumbled through a choked sob before he let himself fall into Tommy's chest. He liked the soft cotton shirt his boyfriend was wearing. He liked how smooth it felt against his cheek and how it smelled like him and how it soaked up that Sauvage aftershave Tommy always wore on his days off.

He loved the feel of Tommy's arm gliding around his bare waist and when Tommy's other hand cupped the back of his neck, Evan thought he was going to short-circuit or pass out.

God, that was better.

Tommy tilted his head down and smothered his lips and nose against Evan's dusty hair, ignoring the way the little specks of dust tickled his nose and made him want to sneeze. He focused on trying to inhale Evan's scent instead and he glided his thumb up and down the base of Evan's neck which made him shiver all over.

But he turned to look at the nurse when she took a tentative step closer, seeing how calm Evan was now that his partner was here.

"We need to get him ready, the doctor has to assess his leg now and get the blood flow back."

Her silent message was very clear. Evan was panicking too much for them to get him prepped for surgery and the longer they waited, the more damage could take over his leg.

"No, no I- I can't-"

"Evan… Evan, baby it's okay. We're gonna make sure that you're just fine."

Evan could barely see when both Tommy's hands moved to cup his face and hold them so they were level. He squinted at the bright lights which were making his headache worse. Hen had told him he was concussed and he knew what that meant. An MRI after his leg was patched up. He didn't like those either.

Just the thought made his breath run away without him and his eyes snapped closed when Tommy's image started to become a blur of colours. But he found himself focusing on the feeling of Tommy's thumbs gliding across his cheekbones. There was a slight pressure applied to his face and it made him shudder and concentrate on the nerves that ignited beneath his touch.

He felt a wet kiss against his dusty temple, and then another on the tip of his nose. And then, finally, a short kiss to his lips that made him hold his breath instead of pant and give away the oxygen he desperately needed.

"Lie down." Tommy murmured ever so softly until Evan wondered if his voice was laced with sugar and dripping caramel.

He let Tommy lean him backwards and kiss his temple again and he clutched at Tommy's back, digging his nails into his skin which Tommy didn't seem to mind.

A soft smile tugged at Tommy's lips while he took the blue and white stickers and clipped them onto Evan's chest in the correct positions before Evan knew what he was doing. And he took the grey monitoring wires, humming and shushing Evan while he skimmed his fingers across Evan's chest and attached the wires.

The monitors sparked to life and began to show Evan's vitals which spiked when Tommy's hand pressed down over his heart and started to pat his chest.

"There we go."

"I don't wanna… I don't want no more blood clots… no more blood thinners, I can't,"

Evan flopped one arm over his eyes while his head started to shake from side to side. But his other hand batted around until he found Tommy's hand and he interlaced their fingers together.

He didn't want anymore operations. Not on his leg. He couldn't withstand another surgery that would leave him helpless and defenceless like a baby bird trying to leave the nest. He couldn't handle anymore blood clots travelling up to his lungs and stealing his breath and making him choke on his own blood. He couldn't handle another year on blood thinners and the risks that came with taking them.

Evan couldn't do this. He couldn't deal with any of this.

But his rambling came to a stop and his breaths slowed down when he felt a hand move his arm from his eyes down to his lap. And a quiet "Oh baby," murmured against his temple before a flurry of kisses were peppered against his skin.

When Evan's eyes stayed closed and his hand squeezed Tommy's hand, Tommy nodded at the nurse and took the anaesthetic face mask from her. He carefully hovered it over Evan's mouth and nose while he leaned down to kiss the shell of his ear.

"None of that will happen, baby. I promise. You go to sleep, and I'll be here when you wake up. Rest now."

That was all Evan needed to hear for the thudding in his temple to come to a stop, finally. His muscles relaxed into the bed and his head slowly flopped to the right until his temple pressed sloppily against Tommy's cheek and his hand went slack in his grip.

He could rest if he knew Tommy was going to stay with him and be here when he woke up.

***

A soft, comforting smile danced across Tommy's lips when he looked across the room towards the sofa. He folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head to one side as he looked at his boyfriend.

"Need some help?"

Evan dropped his gaze down to his feet, trying to stop the sheepish blush from scattering across his face. He tightened his right hand around the arm of the sofa to try and keep himself on his feet and stop from falling back onto the sofa.

It had been a while since he'd needed to wear his knee brace.

The back of his left leg had been neatly stitched together and his artery had been fixed with a stent to keep it running open. It had been a very minor surgery compared to what Evan had been used to in the past. No bolts or rods in his leg, no pot or cast to keep the shattered bone in place and no crutches to hold him upright.

He hadn't even torn through to the muscle this time. The doctor said the pain was because he'd gone through old scar tissue and over where the bolts used to be.

Evan didn't need blood thinners this time and he shouldn't get blood clots again if he kept moving about every hour or so and didn't sit down for too long at a time. Small mercies for the pain he was still feeling.

"I think I can do it… I just-" He tried. He tried pushing off the sofa. He tried balancing his weight on his right leg and applying only a slight amount of pressure on his toes of his other foot.

It didn't work.

He stumbled to the right and ended up applying more pressure to his damaged leg to stop from falling flat on his face.

Agony splintered across his face in the way his eyes snapped closed and his nose scrunched in pain. And his teeth chomped down on his tongue to prevent himself from screaming when his knee buckled. But he didn't stumble for long.

He found his left arm suddenly being lifted in the air and it was swiftly looped around the back of Tommy's neck. Tommy held his wrist in a tight but comforting grip and his other arm secured around Evan's waist, pulling him up and letting most of his weight lean into Tommy's chest instead.

"I've got you."

Part of Evan wanted to apologise. He wanted to shrink back onto his own two feet and say that he could do it. He was too heavy. He was supposed to be able to stand without falling. But Evan couldn't find the will to say any of it because being held up by his boyfriend was somehow more endearing than it was embarrassing.

He let his head slump into the crook of Tommy's broad neck and he moved his right hand to gently place it over Tommy's chest. Unintentionally placing his palm right above Tommy's heart that was beating out a steady rhythm. His fingers thrummed against Tommy's chest and he let his boyfriend hold him up and start guiding him away from the living room, beside the stairs.

"Where are we going?" Tommy murmured quietly, unsure if Evan was aiming for the bathroom or the kitchen.

It seemed to be a blessing and a curse that the bathroom was downstairs. It was great for during the day. Evan could mooch about downstairs, keep himself moving to prevent blood clots, and he didn't have the climb the stairs to go to the toilet or get a shower. But during the night, he either had to try and hold it in or struggle to slump down the stairs one at a time to use the toilet.

"Kitchen." He whispered back whilst his eyes stayed closed and his face stayed tucked away in Tommy's neck.

Tommy knew better than to tell Evan to just ask him for a drink. He knew Evan was too proud to ask for anything. He was only just coming to terms with the fact that he could ask Tommy for a kiss if he wanted one. Asking for a drink or for something to be brought to him made Evan feel like a burden and he would rather crawl than do that.

Plus, he needed to keep moving around, doctor's orders. And Tommy wasn't going to go against that.

When they got to the kitchen, Tommy carefully eased Evan's arm from around his neck. Making sure his partner was safely leaning on the counter before he dared let him go.

Evan didn't grumble when Tommy made them both a drink; he had done the work getting to the kitchen, even if Tommy had helped carry him here. He wasn't about to grumble that he should make his own drink when Tommy had already done it for them both.

"I thought I was past this stage." He mumbled quietly, resting his elbows on the countertop and moving his hands to interlock behind his neck. While his weight slumped onto his right foot and his left foot lifted up from the floor like he was a graceful swan resting his leg.

"What stage?"

"You know, slow… helpless."

Tommy's brows furrowed and he put the carton of juice back in the fridge before he turned around.

He slid one glass in front of Evan and cautiously moved round to stand next to him. He leant his hand on the counter and pressed his hip into the edge while he took a sip of his own drink. Tommy's eyes scrutinised his boyfriend, trying to see through him and into his mind to guess what was going on in there.

What made him suddenly say that? Why would he say such a thing when it wasn't true at all?

"You're not helpless, Evan, you need looking after. There's a difference. Who took care of you last time?"

A silent shrug was all Tommy got in response while Evan looked down and took a slow sip of juice. The way Evan wouldn't meet his gaze set off alarm bells in Tommy's mind and he set his own glass down before he moved both hands to rest on Evan's shoulders.

He gently and carefully nudged Evan back until he straightened up and lifted his head to be level with Tommy. The concern pooling in Tommy's eyes made Evan's heart lurch up into his throat. No one had looked at him with such love and concern mixed in their eyes before.

"Evan…? Please don't tell me nobody helped you in your recovery-"

"My girlfriend sort of, left me, after the accident. Which was fine, it wasn't serious or anything. Bobby made me meals, Maddie came round to check on me, but I… I don't know, that didn't feel like being taken cared of, you know? That wasn't like this, like you."

Evan could feel heat rising to his cheeks as his neck steadily turned a deep shade of red which stretched up across his face and tinted his nose.

He hadn't expected that relationship to last and getting into such a serious accident so early on into a new relationship had broken what he'd had with his ex. It hadn't been anything special, and Evan was glad to be away from her. He had to focus on his recovery at the time and he couldn't do that and try to pursue a new relationship and put in the effort to make it work.

Not like this. What he had with Tommy was new and fresh and different and scary and yet, back at the hospital, Tommy was the only person Evan wanted by his side. He'd needed Tommy to calm him down and set him straight and hold him together so he didn't breakdown and collapse.

"Does that make sense?" He muttered softly, only now daring to lift his gaze to look up at his boyfriend.

He'd been looked after last time, but not like this. He'd had Bobby and Athena bringing him meals and making sure he had everything he needed and that he could get about the apartment okay. He had Maddie for company and to check up on him. She'd always been his mother figure when he wasn't well.

Chris and Eddie came round to make sure he was okay, they cheered him up and spurred him in his recovery.

But none of them had actually taken care of Evan. Not like this. Tommy was lifting him up and carrying him around and bringing him what he needed. But he was also comforting him and encouraging him and holding him and making him feel loved. Evan had never been taken care of like this before and it was something he didn't know he needed until now.

"Yeah," Tommy tried to smile, but he couldn't get over the gaping hole in his heart that was opening wider and wider like a wound being reopened over and over again.

No one had looked after Evan. How could all these people be around him and claim to love and know him when they didn't take care of him in the way they should- in the way he deserved?

"And you don't, you know, you don't have to stay. If you don't want to." Evan scratched the back of his neck and looked down at the countertop again. "I get that you've got work and your own life, you don't have to stay here, if you don't want to."

"What makes you think I wanna be anywhere else but right here with you?"

Evan's breathing quickened when Tommy's hands suddenly cupped his face and tilted his head up so they were once again staring into each other's dark blue eyes.

He found himself hobbling around the side of the counter to get closer and when his chest pushed into Tommy's, he watched his boyfriend smile at the close contact. Evan leaned his right hip against the counter to hold himself up and gingerly moved his hands to cup Tommy's wrists that were still cradling his face like he was the most precious thing in the world and Tommy wanted to cherish and preserve him.

He brushed his thumbs over the back of Tommy's hands and took a deep breath to fight off the tears threatening to fall.

"… I just, I'm used to looking after myself, Tommy. God, the amount of times I've broken shit or had accidents. I can't expect people to drop everything to help me, not when I'm old enough to fend for myself-"

"Evan, no. No, you never outgrow the need to be helped or looked after. If people don't stop to help you, then maybe they're not the right people to be around. You don't have to look after yourself, Evan, because I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere."

He couldn't help the tears that started to roll down his face and they started to fall faster and faster when Tommy tried to swipe them away with his thumbs.

He felt the urgency in Tommy's kiss when he pushed forward. He could feel Tommy trying to hold himself back, trying not to push his weight onto Evan and topple him over or hurt him in any way. But he had so much he wanted to say and so many things he wanted Evan to feel, he had to express them somehow.

His hands tightened against Evan's face and his thumbs pressed bruisingly into his face while his lips smothered Evan's. His pointed chin jutted against Evan's and their noses meshed together as Tommy kissed him like his life depended on it. He kissed him to steal the air from his lungs and then subsequently give it back when Evan was gasping and turning lightheaded.

He kissed him so hard he was going to bruise his ruby red lips that he felt addicted to. He kissed him with such fever that their teeth meshed together and their tongues battled out in a silent fight for dominance which Evan eagerly gave in to.

When they finally parted, their temples stayed leaning against one another and their noses squished together as their panting mingled together in the air.

Evan didn't dare let go just yet but he could feel himself swaying back and forth, knocked off balance by Tommy's need to show him how much he wanted to love and care for him.

"Let's sit down… think you can walk?" The signature smirk flooded Tommy's face as he finally let go of Evan's face so he could glide his hands up and down his bare arms.

He let his eyes sweep up and down Evan's frame, taking in the sight of him in just a thin cotton sleep shirt. And a pair of matching grey joggers that hung just a little too low on his hips and gave the perfect view of his hipbones and the bottom of his abdomen.

When he looked back up at Evan who was gripping his biceps, he found a drunken haze taking over Evan's eyes, and the look was admirable.

"I don't know." He was jesting, his smile gave it away. He could walk, he might need a little help with how unsteady and weak at the knees Tommy had made him feel, but he could manage.

"I could carry you."

The macho way Tommy shrugged his shoulders and quirked a brow made Evan breathless. It was the same tone he'd used when he flirted about the flying lessons. So serious, so sure and assertive but not pushy at all. An offer that was there for Evan to take or leave as he wished.

And he found himself blushing again and his eyes dipped down to focus on Tommy's lips rather than his eyes that were making him turn to jelly and turning his mind to sludge.

"No, I… I'm pretty heavy."

The bashful smile that fluttered across Evan's lips made Tommy's heart swell and he found himself smiling softly at the younger man in front of him. Nobody had ever swept him off his feet, literally or figuratively, and hardly anyone had ever taken proper care of him. Tommy was going to change that.

Before Evan had chance to question what he was doing, he felt Tommy's hands on the back of his thighs, only an inch lower than his bum. He held him high enough that he didn't go anywhere near the stitches on his leg and aggravate the pain Evan felt.

And in one swift motion that didn't seem to make him take a deep breath or even strain any muscle in his body, Tommy picked him up.

No one had picked Evan up since he was about five. Not even in jest. He'd always been the one to pick people up whether that was a girlfriend or a person he was helping on shift or a friend he was messing around with. Or the odd times Evan got too excited when giving hugs and lifted people up unintentionally.

No one had picked him up before and he didn't think anyone would be able to. He was over six foot and he was bulky, to say the least. But when he was stood next to Tommy, he looked small, average. Protected.

All the air disappeared from Evan's lungs and his arms moved to latch around the back of Tommy's neck while his fingers brushed over the short hairs at the back of his neck.

His legs automatically looped around Tommy's waist with his left leg loosely on his hip so he didn't strain or touch the stitches.

It felt so strange to sit on someone's torso like this. Sure, he'd sat on Tommy's lap quite a few times in their relationship by now, but this was different. This was Tommy's hands on his arse and his muscles flexing but not even straining to hold him up high on his hips like this.

It was Tommy's head tilted back at an angle to look up at Evan and that soft, sweet glaze overtaking Tommy's eyes like he was intoxicated with Evan.

Now he could understand why all his past girlfriends had loved it when he picked them up and effortlessly carried them around. God, Evan hadn't known what he was missing out on until now.

"Evan…" Tommy sang his name quietly while an amused smile tugged at his lips. He could tell his boyfriend hadn't been listening. He was clearly lost in thought and a small slither of pride crept into Tommy's heart, knowing he was the reason for Evan's stunned expression.

"Hm?"

"Where'd you wanna be… couch or bed?"

Evan's lips found his and stole a small moan from Tommy's lips. He let Evan's tongue slide into his mouth and battle his and he thought about whispering something against his lips. He thought about telling Evan that as great as this was, it wasn't exactly an answer. Unless Evan just wanted to be held here in the kitchen and not be taken anywhere in particular. And that was perfectly fine with Tommy.

But after a few long, drawn out seconds, Evan pulled back just enough to murmur a quiet whisper against Tommy's lips.

"Take me to bed."

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Buck & Eddie: Magic & Chemistry

The MAGIC & CHEMISTRY Eddie said he was looking for in 6x17, he already has it with Buck, therefore his current relationship status with M is UNDETERMINED!

In 6x17, Eddie spent a lot of time trying to find someone to date and all he ended up with was a dog bite on his hand.  He told the team he wants what he had when he met Shannon which was “magic”, according to him and when Chimney questioned his belief in it, Eddie said he believes in “chemistry”. 

Well, he already has both of those things with Buck.  Buck said Eddie sucks at dating but the truth is, he doesn’t when he dates Buck since he had a successful poker date with him in 6x13 (related post linked here).

Their conversation inside of the fire engine continued with Buck questioning Eddie about the age he was when him and Shannon started dating.  He asked, "Weren’t you guys like in the 12th grade when you met?" and Eddie explained they met when they were in 8th grade but they lost touch then reconnected in the 12th.  Everything they said pointed to the fact that Eddie’s looking for something he had in high school but no one, not even Bobby explained he won’t be able to recreate something he had when he was a child especially since the things he once liked may have changed.  Even though his found family didn’t explain it to him, the suit he wore in 6x13 and the shirt he wore in 6x18 explained it perfectly and they also alluded to the way his current relationship status with “M” is UNDETERMINED.  Before 7x1 aired, RG (the actor who plays Eddie) said in an interview “Eddie’s trying to find out who M is” but based on Eddie’s actions with Buck in the episode, it seems like he already knows👀.

Full disclosure: While live watching 6x18 last season, I literally changed the channel before the episode ended when I saw how the show was once again shoehorning more one-dimensional love interests in for both Buck and Eddie.  I didn’t rewatch the episode and I won’t because 6x13 was the finale for me but I had to access it so I could make GIFs for some other posts during the hiatus and when I did, I noticed Eddie’s shirt was navy-blue (this is the Buckley-Diaz Family color related post linked here) while he was talking on the phone to M and I got even more pissed off since it seemed like the show was trying to force the narrative by having Eddie build a family with her.  However, after reading RG’s interviews before 7x1 aired, then watching the episode and seeing how everything happened with Chris and his 3 parents, i.e., Eddie, Shannon and Buck (post linked here) and carefully listening to Buck and Eddie’s locker room conversation and M’s ONE LINE, I believe I’ve been able to put all the pieces of the puzzle together.  Doing so helped me to notice that TM (showrunner) included all the necessary pieces to show that Eddie’s relationship status with M, at the moment, is UNDETERMINED.

Also, to illustrate how I came to this conclusion, I have to give credit where it’s due because I didn’t learn about how plaid clothing works in TV and movie wardrobes until I watched an analysis video for the movie “Clueless” (not only is it one of my favorite movies, it’s also one of the most fashionable movies in history).  I watched it during the hiatus because there was nothing on TV and I listened as the creator explained how plaid is a pattern wardrobe stylists use to depict “High School” because it usually reminds people of Catholic school uniforms.

Why is the fact that Eddie wore a plaid suit jacket in 6x13 and a plaid shirt in 6x17 important?

It's important because it explains how he was feeling about dating at those specific points in time. Both his jacket in 6x13 and his shirt in 6x18 were plaid but there’s a major difference between them. 

In 6x13, his jacket was part of a full suit and it represented how he’s an adult man with mature tastes.  Reminder, he wasn’t nervous at all while he was with Buck and he was the one who had to tell Buck to “Relax”.  They were on a DATE which further proves he’s already found the MAGIC & CHEMISTRY he so desperately wants and craves and has been trying to recreate with all those excursions he took when he went to play golf and hike.  After 6x14 – 6x18 aired, I wondered why 6x13 aired when it did and I believe it has something to do with the way Eddie views what he’s looking for since he already has it.

But in 6x17, he wore a plaid shirt because it represented the “high school” mentality he had when he was 14 and 18 years old when he dated Shannon.  While it appears they were trying to show Eddie doing something for himself with him asking M out on a date, I think someone (*cough* Bobby *cough*) should have explained to Eddie that he was looking for something he had when he was young and it might not exist anymore in the way he remembers it.  He could have told him that when they were at the hardware store so Eddie would have REALIZED how he might want something different now that he’s in his 30s and he has a son.  Let’s be real here because sometimes things a person wanted when they were in middle and high school are no longer relevant.

To be clear, I didn’t like the way that scene played out and I also didn’t like how they had Eddie acting when he called M.  I’ve posted many times about how much I despised the way he was being portrayed as a “giggly teenager” in 6x18 and I still roll my eyes at it because it was not quintessentially Eddie.

Eddie’s always been sexy, suave, debonaire and cool under pressure especially when he’s with Buck.  He was also very suave while he was on the blind date with Vanessa in 6x14, so IMO, the show was contradicting itself when it showed Eddie be self-assured on his date with Buck in 6x13 and confident enough to tell Vanessa he wasn’t ready in 6x14 (even though he didn’t get the chance) only to show Eddie acting OOC in 6x18 when he asked M out on a date.

Even though, during their phone call, Eddie was acting like an awkward teenager, after watching 7x1, I realized M was and is doing the same thing Eddie did in 6x18 except hers was cringey and difficult to watch.  It’s kind of like before Eddie asked her out, she hadn’t been on a date before which is why she doesn’t know how to act.

In 7x1, she only had 5 or 6 seconds of on-screen time and she had only one line (more on this below) but she was acting just as “giggly” as Eddie had been when he asked her on a date in 6x18 and that shot of them standing together made them look like they were friends who were trying to see if there could be something more.

(Side note: M WASN'T SHOWN SITTING ON EDDIE’S COUCH but Chris’ date Penny was while they were playing video games.)

It appears the show was trying to illustrate how Eddie was trying to recreate the magic and chemistry he had when he was 14 years old again but we should all remember Eddie never had the chance to date in high school.  Reminder, his father told him to be the man of the house when he was 10 years old, he got yelled at when he was 12 for setting off the smoke alarm while he was trying to make eggs for the girls, he met Shannon at 14 and they lost touch but reconnected at 18 which was his senior year in high school.

Also, he admitted in 6x16 that after she found out she was pregnant, he suggested they get married and in 7x1, Buck reminded him that she was the first woman he ever had sex with.

In addition to the shirt Eddie was wearing in 6x18, M’s shirt was GRAY (related post linked here) and that’s important because she’s unsure of her role in Eddie’s life which is GREAT because they only agreed to go on a date. Reminder, in 6x14, Eddie told Pepa he couldn't get married which he automatically equated to dating so that speaks volumes too.  But also, the shirt she wore in 7x1 was hot pink and the color screamed young, immature and high school.  Reminder, in 6x5 when Eddie first saw her and when he saw her again in 6x17, her hair was curly and she wore it in a ponytail.  She looked young but it’s evident they straightened her hair in 7x1 and now she just looks like a more matured version of a teenager but still a high schooler, nonetheless.

Back to the regularly scheduled program…

Eddie wants to find what he had with Shannon again but he’s obviously looking through a pair of rose-colored glasses since their relationship was TOXIC AF.  All they did was argue and have sex but they didn’t know how to communicate and that could probably be contributed to how young they were when they were together.  Also, it appears neither of them had the best example of how a relationship was supposed to work since Ramon was hardly ever home and Eddie spent most of his time with controlling and overbearing Helena 🙄 (I’ll be so glad when he realizes his mother was a huge problem because I’ll never forget her comment, “Don’t drag him down with you Eddie”.  I mean who says that to their child?).  Also, IIRC, only Shannon’s mother was shown in Eddie’s flashbacks while he was in the well that showed Chris being born in 3x15.

Furthermore, Eddie’s reaction to Ana in 4x6 when he saw her again was like some kind of fairy tale with a princess (Cinderella or Snow White) being pursued by a prince charming while he was on bended knee which could mean that’s the way he thought it was supposed to happen.  Buck did the same thing with Natalia in 6x15 and even though he didn’t get down on one knee, he did treat her injured hand the same way Eddie treated Ana’s so there’s that.

Before proceeding, please remember 9-1-1 is very intentional with the words they include in their scripts so everything that's said by the characters likely means something.

Is Eddie doing it for Christopher or for himself?

Let’s find out shall we…

Both Shannon and Ana were focused on the fact that Eddie’s a good and great dad (Shannon’s words) and/or an amazing father (Ana’s words) and so far, M’s comment in 7x1 was focused solely on Chris and not Eddie but I believe it was done on purpose.

In 2x17, Shannon said, “You’re a good dad… you’re a great dad” after Eddie suggested they reconcile so they could be a family again.  But she announced she wasn’t pregnant and that it changed things for her even though he said it didn’t for him.  She went on to say that she wouldn’t do it again before she was ready because she was still learning how to be “someone’s mother” (not Chris’ mother but someone’s) and maybe someday she would learn how to be “someone’s wife” (not Eddie’s wife but someone’s) then she suggested they get a divorce.  Did she love Chris?  Yes!  And she wrote him a letter but she also included that she would love him from a distance because she didn’t think she was one of the things he needed in his life.

During their conversation, Eddie pointed to Chris and he used him as a shield for his heart the same way he always has.  He said, “Being his father taught me more about being a man than war ever did” and reminder, he was looking for a sign to be with her again and he thought her being pregnant was it but she wasn’t.

In 5x3, during their breakup, Ana said, “You’re an amazing father” but here’s another quick reminder, Eddie pointed to Chris instead of himself when he said, “Chris loves you so much”. 

He never said he loved her and his response was reminiscent of the conversation he had with Shannon especially since Eddie was looking for someone for Chris instead of for himself.  Before the blackout, the audience didn’t see how Ana ended up taking care of Chris but Eddie told Buck that she was a Godsend for taking care of him while he was working.  So the question is, did she volunteer to do it like M offered to chaperone Chris’ date in 7x1?  Reminder, Carla was back and she helped Buck take care of Chris after Eddie was shot in 4x14 so why was Ana there during the blackout instead of Chris’ home healthcare aide?  It’s obvious she still had her apartment and we know this because when Eddie went home, he told her “Maybe you should go home first!”

When Buck told Eddie to breakup with Ana, before he suggested it, Eddie was planning to “stick it out” but when Buck questioned him about it, he responded, “My kid loves her” and Buck asked, “Is that enough?”  (I always thought Buck was asking for himself and I think I might have been right.)  It was a valid question because earlier in the day, Eddie told the team that Buck takes Chris to the zoo all the time and that he had the whole place memorized.  Therefore, it appears the GA was the target for their comments then too since Ana was staying with Chris but no one ever said she did anything other than take care of him during the blackout.  Eddie never mentioned her taking Chris to the zoo and she used to be his school teacher so there’s that.

In 7x1, M said, “Your son has game” 🧐 and that was it.  That was her one line in the entire 5.689 seconds she was on screen and her comment pointed directly at Chris.  IMO, she said it to remind the audience how Eddie has to be with someone who wants to be there for both him and Chris and there’s only one person who fits that description and it’s Buck.  Also, she didn’t address Chris by his name and Eddie’s response to her was “Yeah, he has video game”.

Reminder, who exactly has Eddie played video games with and there was sexual tension beforehand?  BUCK!  And don’t forget, he asked Eddie, “You want to go for the title?”

Also, Buck has ALWAYS focused on Eddie and Chris.  Eddie and Buck discussed Chris’s skateboarding in 3x12, his two weeks at summer camp in 3x18, him running away to Buck’s loft in 4x8, Chris’ nightmares in 5x10 along with Chris’ homework in 5x14 and 6x13.  These are just a handful of the conversations they’ve had about their son.

Also, in 2x4, Buck told Maddie, “He’s a really great dad” but it’s important to note that Buck’s attention was on helping both Eddie and Chris.  He was trying to figure out how to help Eddie so Eddie could get the care he needed for Chris.

Buck’s different from the women Eddie was married to, dated or he’s currently trying to determine what they are because it’s not just Eddie since he has a son which means whoever he dates has to be aware of that fact and they have to be there for both Eddie and Chris.  The truth is Chris has viewed Buck to be one of his parents for years (related post linked here).

In 5x17, Ramon asked Eddie if he was working to be better “For Christopher?” but Eddie responded with a head shake of no, then replied, “For myself!” (related post linked here).  It appears Eddie’s finally trying to do something for himself but whatever he ends up doing it also has to include Chris.  Please don’t misunderstand me because I understand Eddie already knows this but the magic and chemistry he’s trying to recreate is obsolete since he was a literal teenager when he experienced it.  He’s a grown man now and the things he wants for himself are different.  He was the one who said he was 14 when he met Shannon and 18 when they reconnected but it appears the realization hasn’t registered for him yet.  He’s looking for a feeling he had when he was a child but it’s not the same thing as looking for something as an adult.

Shannon’s own admission in 2x17 illustrated how she didn’t want to be there for them since she wanted to leave.  Ana’s own admission illustrated how she was waiting for Eddie to love her too but she was willing to be a stepmom to Chris while she waited.  It’s still too early to tell what M is going to admit (if anything at all and hopefully she’ll be gone soon so it won’t matter) but based on the way Eddie responded to seeing the picture of Chris and Shannon being face down on his desk and then seeing it face up again after Chris read Shannon’s letter in 7x1, it appears he’ll be making a decision about M really soon because he’s not going to get involved with anyone else he’s not planning to have a future with because if he does and they leave, it will prove Chris’ ideology about women always leaving.  Reminder, in 4x8, Buck told Chris “I’m not going anywhere” and he hasn’t.

Buck

Make no mistake, Eddie already has MAGIC, CHEMISTRY, SEXUAL TENSION and everything else with Buck.  But the question is, does he know it?  I think he does especially since he nodded his head during the kitchen scene like he was down for whatever Buck was offering and I think they may have done more than play video games that night (related post linked here).

In 7x1, Eddie’s face after Buck said he broke up with Natalia was priceless.  It kind of looked like he’d been waiting for it to happen and his facial expression was one of pure unadulterated smugness filled with both joy and glee.  It looked like he wanted to say, “Ahh $hit, finally I can get my boyfriend back.”

Reminder, EDDIE NEVER SAID HE’S DATING M!  Therefore, I don’t believe Eddie and M are dating and if they are, I don’t think it’s serious.  During their conversation in the locker room, Buck assumed he was and he was the one who said it but Eddie didn’t respond except for to suggest Buck take Natalia with him for go karting.

Here’s their conversation in text.

Buck: “Uh hey so do you have any plans for the weekend?  I was thinking about go karting, there’s a place out in the desert… supposed to be a blast.”

Eddie: “Can’t this weekend.  I got a big date.  First date.”

Buck: “Uh, I thought everything was going great with Marisol.”

Eddie:  “It’s not my date, it’s Christopher’s.”

Buck:  “Oh no.”

Eddie:  “He invited this girl from his math class, Penny over on Saturday and Marisol agreed to help me chaperone.”

Buck:  “I see so it’s actually your date.”

Eddie: 👀 (no response to Buck’s comment and he didn’t say they were dating)  “Why don’t you invite Natalia go karting, I’m sure she’d love it.”

Buck: “We uh… we broke up.”

Eddie: 🤪😜🙃😁😊💕

Eddie did not respond to Buck’s comment about it actually being Eddie’s date and Eddie was so slick with his non response that Buck fell right into it and revealed they broke up.  Reminder, Eddie didn’t ask Buck to talk to Chris until AFTER Buck admitted he was single.  Additionally, Eddie called Buck a “reformed player” which means Buck’s told him he’s no longer Buck 1.0, 2.0 or 3.0 or whatever upgrade of himself he’s up to now.  Furthermore, Eddie said M agreed to chaperone Chris’ first date, therefore he didn’t ask her to do it.  Buck also said he thought things were going great with M and it was very reminiscent of the way he said he thought things were going great with Ana in 5x2.

The look on Eddie’s face illustrated how he was waiting for Buck to end his relationship with Natalia and now that he has, Eddie might remember the words he told Chimney in 3x13, “Tomorrow is not promised” and he may finally tell Buck that he loves him.  But also, don’t forget, Eddie was hurt by that “SHE SEES ME” 🙄 raggedy @ss comment Buck made in 6x15 and I still hope it’ll resurface before they confess their love because that cut him deep, especially since Eddie’s always SEEN him and he still does.

The point of this post is that it's evident Eddie’s been hanging out with M but based on the words he used during his conversation with Buck and RG’s comments during his interviews about Eddie, it appears they’re in an undetermined status of a friendship, relationship or whatever.  After reading RG’s interviews, based solely on the things he said in them, I reexamined Eddie’s idea of M and I posted that he didn’t believe things would get too serious with her (related post linked here) and it appears I may have been correct.  Since Buck was being SEEN by someone he had just met, it seems Eddie went looking for a friend to hang out and have fun with and Pepa’s response to him in 6x14 about him spending time on Saturdays having a Cafecito along with going antiquing (not too sure about that one but ok) adds further credence to whatever he has with M because he’s supposed to be having fun and I think that’s what they’re doing.  RG said Eddie’s instincts have always been to enter a monogamous relationship but right now he’s taking calculated steps.  Also, he questioned if Chris is happy for Eddie to be dating M or if he’s actually ok with it.  So apparently, the audience will have to wait and see where it goes.

IMO, M is there to point the GA towards Buck’s importance in Eddie’s and Chris’ lives.  How will she do that?  When the GA sees her, they should ask themselves, why Eddie goes to Buck for coparenting help instead of to the woman he’s dating/hanging out with.  It should also cause them to take a closer look at his friendship with her and figure out, "Oh, it’s not serious because if it was, he would ask her for assistance".

Will Eddie end whatever he’s doing with M before 7x5 airs?  HOPEFULLY, he will because he already has magic and chemistry with Buck but only the showrunner, writers and producers know the answer to that question.

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Up in the air

Steddie | T | ~5.1k | AO3 link

Based on this post inspo from like half a year ago but now it's done overnight because @sidekick-hero made a joke and I took it seriously 😂

Featuring: AU - No Upside Down, AU - Different First Meeting, AU - 1990s, Flight Attendants Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Comic Book Artist Eddie Munson, Fear of Flying, Panic Attacks, Meet-Cute, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Flirting, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, POV Eddie Munson

It's Eddie's first time flying, and he's absolutely terrified. Luckily, there's a very cute flight attendant on board who makes it his mission to stay by Eddie's side for emotional support.

Snippet below!

Eddie adjusts his seatbelt for what feels like the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. He keeps pulling the buckle tighter and tighter around his middle, because that makes him feel safer; but eventually, the belt starts digging into his stomach and making it hard to breathe, only adding to his anxiety, so he loosens it again. And then he starts worrying if he made it too loose, so he tightens it again.

A girl about his age keeps glancing at him from the window seat with an amused smile, eyebrows raised. Eddie finally had enough of her attitude and turns to glare at her. She flinches and turns her attention back to her book.

At least the middle seat between them is empty, so he can have a little bit of privacy. Eddie looks over at people across the aisle who are less lucky than him, packed like sardines into the three consecutive seats. He’s not sure how he’d have survived being constantly nudged with someone’s elbow or knee.

Eddie forces himself to leave his seatbelt alone and takes his own book out of the seat pocket in front of him. He brought The Hobbit, hoping that reading it during the flight would calm his nerves. But he just flips through the pages mindlessly, unable to focus on the words. After a while, he gives up, puts the book away and tries to pay attention to the pre-flight announcements instead.

They are just now reminding passengers that smoking on board is not permitted. Eddie curses. He's nervously itching for a cigarette already; and the Indy to LA flight will apparently take over four hours, Jesus Christ. Eddie did consider some liquid courage before the flight, but frankly, he was afraid it would only make him hurl.

Eddie stops listening after “in the event of an emergency…”, because that alone creates images in his head enough to make him want to bolt out of his seat and right out of this plane while he still can. Instead, he reaches for his walkman with a Metallica album inside and puts on his headphones. With the familiar guitar riffs filling his ears, he finally relaxes a little, his gaze falling upon the flight attendant currently demonstrating how to use a life jacket. He’s really cute, Eddie briefly notes, but the idea of needing a life jacket once again fills him with icy dread. He looks away.

For a while, Eddie just stares blankly at the back of a seat in front of him, tuning out everything else. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the cute steward stopping next to him. At first, he doesn’t even register that the guy is speaking to him; when he does, he jerks his head up, and is kind of dumbstruck for a moment because wow, up close the steward is even prettier. His eyes are a gorgeous hazel color with specks of green, and his sun-kissed skin is covered in little freckles and moles. His lips keep moving soundlessly as Metallica keeps blaring in Eddie’s ears; he’s smiling at Eddie, and it makes his stomach flip.

Then, he curses himself. Of course the guy is smiling. It’s part of his goddamn job, being polite and pleasant and all that corporate bullshit. Mortified for just dumbly staring at the man for the past several seconds, Eddie rips the headphones off his head, wincing when it feels like he’s plucked a few of his own hairs in the process.

“Uh, shit, sorry, what?”

The steward keeps on smiling politely, glancing at the walkman in Eddie’s lap.

“Sir, if I could ask you please to turn off all electronic equipment during take-off,” he repeats almost robotically, not a hint of annoyance about having to repeat the same thing he said while Eddie was ignoring him. “You’ll be able to freely use it once the seatbelts sign has been switched off, but for now, please keep your walkman off.”

“What? Why?” Eddie frowns. He belatedly realizes it was probably mentioned in the announcements. Which he didn’t bother listening to.

“The airline’s regulations,” the steward explains calmly. “Personal electronic devices can interfere with the aircraft navigational systems.”

Suppressing an annoyed groan, because he realizes it’s not actually the guy’s fault and he’s just doing his job, Eddie clicks the button on his walkman. Fantastic. Now he doesn’t even have his tunes to distract him from the imminent terror of being lifted several miles up in the air in a giant metal box that by some fucking magic is meant to be flying. (Eddie understands cars. Cars make sense. Planes don’t.)

How the fuck can his walkman interfere with the plane? And what, when they’re actually in the air, it will no longer do that? What a load of bullshit.

Eddie doesn’t realize he said that last part out loud until he hears a chuckle beside him. He glances up, wide-eyed as the cute steward, who was apparently on his way to the next row of seats when he heard Eddie, leans close to him and whispers, “It kind of is. But them’s the rules. Sorry about this.”

And then he flashes Eddie a brief grin, which is nothing like his polished customer-friendly smile. It’s like comparing a light bulb to the fucking sun. Eddie still feels the warmth of it in his heated cheeks several minutes later, when the plane is taxiing towards the runway. Sue him; he’s not immune to a pretty boy smiling at him like that, even if it’s just to cheer him up.

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When an F-101 Pilot Tried To Race Against an SR-71

They made this video off of the current article that I wrote about my father, Butch Sheffield F 101 vs SR 71. My Dad wrote a little bit about competition with fighter pilots in 1967. Dad, Richard “Butch”Sheffield and Grey Sowers They were flying the SR 71. It’s funny how the fighter pilot thought that the SR 71 wasn’t that hot. Thought I would share. Landing at Buckley~

Sometime, early in the program, January 1967, I believe, we aborted and landed at Buckley Air National Guard (ANG) Base near Denver. The base was home of an F-101 squadron. The F-101 was an interceptor assigned to defend the US in case of war. The fighter community considered it a “hot” aircraft.

After we got out of our pressure suits and arranged for the take off the next day, we went to the Officers Club wearing loaned flying suits and our white pressure suit boots. The fighter pilots came around and wanted to know all about our aircraft, like; how fast, how high and rate of climb. What they really wanted to do was to race us as we climbed out after takeoff. We declined all offers of information and races.

The next day, on a takeoff roll, an F-101 came up on our wing; he was going to race us whether we wanted to or not. Apparently, the F-101 had been orbiting the field just waiting for our take off.

The SR could climb fast, but was no match for the F-101 at those low altitudes. He stayed right on our wing up to 25,000 feet where we leveled off to hit a tanker that we always did. About the time we leveled off, someone from the F-101 came on the UHF channel and said, “You guys aren’t so hot.” So I replied, “How fast can you climb to above 80,000 feet?” The F-101 made a quick exit.

Written by Richard E .Sheffield (Colonel, United States Air Force ,retired)

@Habubrats71 via X

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Eighty Miles There and Back

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: sometimes love sneaks up on in the most random of places.

Warnings: best friends to lovers, Robin plays match maker

A/N: I wrote this on my phone and did not edit it because I’m lazy. Enjoy😃🔫

Thirteen long ass years.

That’s how long you been friends with Steve Harrington. From the first day of first grade you knew that little bastard was going to twist up your life. He was such an interesting character that even your feeble little child brain could recognize it.

Your friendship started like all childhood friendships did. A playground. And a bag of apple slices. He was the kind of kid that never brought snack but always tried to mooch off of the other kids if they were nice enough. Usually they weren’t though, because little kids are greedy and still trying to wrap their tiny little head around the concept of sharing.

That was until he crossed paths with you. The new girl with bandaids on both knees, a slowly wilting dandelion tucked behind her ear, and a bag full of apple slices held out in front of her from him to take.

“Here, I know that you don’t have a snack during recess each day so I asked my mom to pack extra.” You had explained, watching as he carefully took the bag from you with an almost shy smile.

“Thanks.”

You don’t know what it was about him but you had blurted out the next words with so much ease. “Do you wanna come over to my house after school? My mom makes really good snacks and we could play with my dog!”

He had almost looked startled at first but then he nodded. That day the two of you rode your bikes home from school and nothing had been the same since.

And now you were here. Thirteen years later, and fresh out of high school. Four weeks ago you had been stuck in and underground Russian base with him and Robin Buckley, the sweet and awkward band member in the class below you that you had befriended a couple months ago.

“I think I’m dying.” Letting out a croak, Robin fell backwards onto the grass besides you, arms spread out.

“I told you already that I’m sorry! I don’t say I didn’t give you a warning before we left on Friday.”

“You know you could have just asked me to fix it and I would have.” Steve butted in from across you, his back leaning against the tree behind him.

“Steve the last time you offered to fix something in the Scout smoke started pouring out from under the hood.” You explained, flicking a fry at him from were you sat.

The three of you had just spent the weekend down in Indianapolis, enjoying your parents graduation gift that was three tickets to see Bruce Springsteen in concert. They had bought an extra ticket from you guys to invite another friend and you had eager both decided on Robin, especially after all the trauma that had bonded you three together since Star Court.

And now here you were, driving back to Hawkins on a immensely hot Sunday at the tail end of July. The air conditioning in your car was shot, forcing the three of you to crank all the windows down for the drive. Eventually though Robin feared of dying of heat stroke so you had pulled off of 31 and into a McDondalds parking lot of all things. You had parked the scout under a small cluster of trees as the three of you sprawled out on the grass, now surrounded by yellow wrappers and greasy brown bags.

All in all it had been a good weekend, the three of you screaming the lyrics to the Springsteen cassett in the car the whole way down to Indi, spending the night sleeping in the scout in some random parking lot because you were three teenagers who were out of a job and basically broke, and enjoying the booze Steve had pulled from his parents liquor cabinet.

Reaching across the grass between you, Steve snagged another fry from the bright red box in your hand, the action making your eyes widen as you watched him toss it into his mouth.

“Did you just take one of my fries?” You threaten, watching his face as he realized his mistake.

“Oh shit-“

“Two rules Harrington,” you slowly rose to your feet in front of him, “there are literally only two rules in our friendship. One: if you borrow the other person car, put gas in it before you return it, and two. . .” You took a step forward, eyes narrow as you pointed a menacing finger at him. “Ya don’t mooch off your besties fries.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“

Before he could finish his apology you were tackling him backwards onto the grass, both of you letting out yells as you did.

“Shit, shit I’m sorry l- that’s on me!” The two of you rolling across the grass as Robin watched on with utter confusion.

“You bet it’s on you, Bub.” You panted, finally pinning him to the ground, hands firmly pressing his shoulders into the ground as he looked up at you, fingers wrapped around your wrists.

You had to stop yourself from almost melting at the sight. Those big brown eyes that you had known for so many years looking up at you. He still had several bruises across his face from the Russians but they were slowly healing, turning from the strong purple hue they had been when he first got them to a more yellowish tone.

You were so lucky to have him as your best friend.

“Tell you what,” letting go of his shoulders you sat up on his chest, “I’ll let it slide just this once.”

Eyes narrowing, Steve cocked his head slightly, clearly suspicious. “Why?”

“Because I have some sympathy for people who get beat up by Russians.” You said, lightly tracing your thumb over the bruise on his left cheek bone.

. . . And now you made it weird.

Popping up to you feet a second later you slid your hand into the front pocket of your shorts, fishing out a couple of dimes and nickels before offering them to Steve.

“Just go buy yourself some fries”

That was all it took to get him propelling upwards and snatching the coins out of your hands, “really?!”

“Go before I change my mind.”

Letting out a light laugh Steve looked back at you. “Good one.”

“What?”

“The change- the change pun. Before I change my mind? Get it?” He explained holding up the handful of coins you had just given him.

“Steve.”

“Sorry, sorry I’m going- I’m going.” Holding up his arms in defeat he turned and jogged off across the parking lot.

“I don’t even know how to explain what I just watched.” Robin spoke up after you flipped back down on the grass besides her, reaching for your drink.

“What?”

“Seriously I don’t get why you won’t just tell him.”

Nibbling on the yellow and red striped straw between your lips, you raise an eyebrow at her. “What are you even talking about Robin?” Questioning her you took another sip.

“Why don’t you just tell Steve you like him?”

That was all it took to make you choke on the Fanta you had been sipping.

And then it was spraying out of your mouth, and dribbling out of your nose, and if you were completely honest you thought it was gonna come out your ears next.

Choking out Robins name you pounded a hand against your chest, trying to clear your airway.

“Are you insane?!” You wheezed, setting the cup down on the curb besides you.

“No, if anything I’m probably the most sane out of the three of us, and that’s saying something because I Have never been considered sane a day in my life. You can go ask my mother.”

“Robin, I don’t not like Steve— at least not in the way your implying. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever you say.” She nodded, leaning forward in her criss cross position as she rested her palms on her knees. “And I’ve only known you for five months but I can tell you with absolutely certainty that your feelings for that dingus are not platonic, sure they may have been for most of your friendship, but I’ve seen the way you look at him, especially since Star Court.”

“Robin—“

“Trust me, I may not have a strong grasp of social cues but I know what liking someone looks like, and that it what I see whenever I watch you and him interact. Sometimes I even feel like a weird third wheel.”

Opening your mouth to respond you were quickly silenced when you saw Steve walking back across the parking lot, too immersed with the red box of fries in his hand to look up. A small smile made it way across your lips at the sight.

He was so dorky and sweet, you couldn’t help it.

. . . And then you felt a hand smack you upside the head.

“Ow, Robin what the hell?!”

“Literally example A, right here. Friends don’t smile softly at each other like that.”

“I was not smiling at him.” You lied, slapping her in the chest.

“I literally just watched you, and you expect me to belie-“ you didn’t let her finish before you slapped a hand over her mouth, Steve finally looking up from his fries as he reached the two of you.

“Robin, you okay?” Looking over at the girl besides you he raised an eyebrow as he tossed another fry into his mouth.

Giving a muffled response through your hand over her mouth she nodded.

“Okay. . . Well you guys ready to head back? I can drive the rest of the way.” Steve offered, helping you and Robin toss away the trash into a bin a few feet away.

“It’s okay, I can drive. You drove the whole way there. I can get us home.” You smiled, watching as he opened the drivers side door for you, allowing you to climb in.

“Mi’lady.”

“Your spending too much time with Dustin, Steve.” You joked, allowing him to close the door behind you before folding him arms across the open window.

“Shut up.”

“I’m kidding, now get in before I leave you in this parking lot and let Robin grab shot gun.”

You then proceeded to watch as both people raced around the car, trying to reach the passenger side door first. Steve beat her by a few milliseconds, practically vaulting into the seat besides you before slamming the door and locking it.

“Sorry Rob, gonna have to be quicker then that.”

“I hope you choke on your fries.” She responded climbing into the back seat and closing the door.

*. *. *. *. *. *. *. *.

The ride home to Hawkins was weird to say the least. Every once and awhile Robin would shoot you looks in the rear view mirror, mouthing are you to do something. There were two or three times while the music was cranked up that you could see Steve whispering to Robin over his shoulder, the two deep in conversation. The third time they did it you turned to look at them and were only met with weird thumbs ups and even weirder smiles. At one point Steve fell asleep and you nearly drove the three of you off the road when Robin suddenly stuck her head between the driver and passenger seat to send you a wild look before nodding over to the passed out Steve besides you.

“Talk to him!” She harshly whispered.

Whispering back, you took your eyes off the straight road laid out ahead of you. “Robin, if you don’t sit back in your seat and buckle up, you are walking the rest of the way, do you hear me?!”

“I’m gonna tell him if you don’t-“

“Don’t even try that on my Buckley. I know you. You wouldn’t tell someone someone else’s secrets.”

“. . . Ok you got me there. But you gotta do something, or so help me I’m gonna jump into oncoming traffic.”

“Fine, fine- I’ll talk to him when we get back. I don’t need you staring at me with your creepy wide eyes from the back seat.”

After that Robin kept quiet. When you finally hit Hawkins town limits you have Steve a tender sock to the arm, waking him up from his way too long nap. He had let out a tired grumble before slowly sitting upright in his seat, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and combing his hair back with his fingers.

Beyond the windshield the sun was beginning to sink below the tree line. Through the gaps in the trees the great ball of fire gave off a beautiful orange tone, reminding you of the tangerines you used to pick when you visited your grandma in Florida as a kid. The escaped rays gave everything an orangish hue, including Steve’s face as he continued the slowly blink the remaining sleep from his eyes.

. . . Maybe Robin was right. Maybe you did have a teenie tiny crush on your best friend.

Not that you would ever admit that to her.

A few minutes later you were dropping Robin off in front of her house, Steve being nice enough to get out and grab her duffle pack from the back of the Scout.

You were about to pull away from the sidewalk when two hands suddenly slammed into the passenger window, making both you and Steve jump as Robin peered the window, glaring at you with that same crazed look, before darting her eyes back to Steve momentarily.

“Robin, stop acting weird!” Steve shouted, cranking the window down just enough to yell at her.

Narrowing her eyes, you watched as she slowly backed away from the car, eyes still on you as she did. . . And then she proceeded to trip and fall backwards onto her lawn. The two of you sitting there and watching with wonderment as it all went down.

“God, she is so weird.”

“Yeah but don’t act like we arnt.” You breathed, taking one last look at Robin to make sure she was okay before you put the Scout into drive and slowly rolled away from her house.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve let out a soft chuckle, slightly tilting his head to watch Robin out of the side mirror. “We are pretty weird. Definitely no longer fit with the rest of the crowd that’s for sure.”

“You could say that again.”

Turning down the next street, you let out a soft sigh, seeing your own home up ahead, Steve’s rust red BMW 733i still sitting vacant on the curb from where he had left it on Friday.

He spent so much time at your house that everyone had just dubbed that Steve’s spot. No one else ever parked there.

Five minutes later the two of you were standing in the drive way, your duffel bag at your feet and Steve’s slung over his shoulder, readying himself to drive home.

“So that was fun.”

“Wow, really selling it Harrington.” You joked, earning a smile from him as you did.

“I know, but I’m serious- I had a lot of fun with you and Robin this weekend. Especially after everything with l you know, the Russians.”

“And the gate.” You added.

“And the melted people.”

“And the ugly flesh spider thing.”

Letting out another soft chuckle, Steve bobbed his head up and down. “Yeah and that. So much for a normal summer.”

“Normal summers are for normal people Steve. We ain’t that.”

“Fair point.”

You watched as he cast a glimpse at his car, letting out a deep sigh. You knew that look. He didn’t want to go home. His parents were always away on business so more often than not he was left alone in a big empty house, that’s why he was over at your house so often.

He didn’t like being alone.

“You wanna stay?”

“Only If it’s okay with your parents.”

“Are you kidding me? They’ve known you as long as I have. Your practically like the son they always wanted.”

And when you said that you meant every word. Steve had practically become part of the family in a weird way. Your parents had even fixed up the spare room in the basement for whenever he slept over, but usually he slept on the air mattress you kept under your bed.

Once again, he didn’t like being alone.

Hell, on your tenth birthday your parents had made the birthday party for both you and Steve since your birthdays were so close together. Whenever he stayed for dinner your mother always sent him home with enough leftovers to last a whole week.

Your family loved him

. . . And now you were starting to think you did too- just in a different way.

Climbing up the front steps, you dig into your bag before pulling out the key and unlocking the front door. You let Steve in first before following, shutting the door behind you as you did.

Through the kitchen window you could see your mom pulling cloths off the clothesline and tossing them into a basket.

Right, Sunday.

Laundry day.

“Guess what you get to help me with?” You shot a smug grin to the boy besides you, watching as his face fell.

“Aw man, come on.”

“Hey, you took some of my fries. This is you paying me back.”

Musing the door to your room open, you stepped inside with Steve close behind. The two of you dropping your bags haphazardly on the carpeted floor.

Your mother has been kind enough to set your fresh laundry basket on your bed. It was your job to fold it and put it away- but this time you had Steve help.

It wasn’t the first time though. He had been at over at your house for so many laundry days throughout the years that he just pitched in out of habit.

He once told you he didn’t mind it because it just gave him something to do. Hell, once in junior year you came home from office hours at school to find Steve in the kitchen with your mother just folding towels.

He was a strange, but that’s exactly why he was your best friend.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, you cross cross on your bed and him in your desk chair, the two of you folding shirts and pants as the radio played some tune softly between the two of you. As it got darker out beyond your bedroom windows lights were flicked on and trips to the kitchen were made to grab leftovers and cold sodas.

“How are your bruises doing?” You spoke up, watching as Steve lifted his eyes to meet yours.

“They’re healing. Sometimes hurts when I smile though. . . Which can really get annoying when I’m around you.”

You swore your brain almost short circuited in that moment. Was that just a normal compliment. . . Or did he just flirt with you?

Nope, nope. You were just extremely tired. You were just hearing things.

“What?”

Clearing his throat, Steve shook his head as he stood up. “Nothing, nothing.”

At the tone of his voice and action you set down the shirt you had been folding, watching as he strode across the floor of your room and rolled open the doors to your closet before dragging out a pale green storage container marked “Stevie”.

It was another thing that had been here so long it was just normal to you. You had kept a container of some of Steve’s clothes on the floor of your closet for whenever he chose to spend the night.

You watched as he fished out a pair of boxers along with a t-shirt before heading towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Apparently Robin told me I smell really bad.” He tossed a thumb over his shoulder before backing up and retreating into your bathroom.

That was a lie if you ever heard one. You knew Steve. You knew him like the back of your hand. You knew when he was lying.

And that was a lie right there.

You sat with it for a moment before shaking it off and standing up, moving across the room as you put away the folded laundry before pulling the inflated mattress out from underneath your bed and grabbing sheets from the closet across the hall.

Usually Steve set it up himself, but so what, you were feeling generous tonight.

Grabbing the baby blue pillow from your bed you tossed it down onto the mattress. It was the same pillow he always used.

After changing into your own pajamas, you fell back onto your bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking slightly as you did. You could hear the sprinkler putting just beyond your open screen window, along with the soft drone of the crickets nestled in the bushes around the yard.

And then you heard your hairdryer turn off the the bathroom door swung open, revealing a very clean Steve in a bright yellow t-shirt and a pair of red boxers.

“I used the rest of your conditioner.”

“Of course you did.” Letting out a sigh, you kept your eyes on the slowly spinning fan above your head, listening as he padded across the carpet before flopping down on the foot of your bed.

“Why are you acting so weird?”

What?

That was all it took to get you to prop yourself up with an elbow to give him a surprised look. “Me? Why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not acting weird! You were the one having weird staring contests with Robin and whispering earlier!”

“I was not!”

“I literally watched you slap a hand over her mouth during lunch when you saw me walking towards you.”

God, his stupid brown puppy dog eyes were making this so much harder.

“Well don’t act like you and Robin weren’t literally whispering to each others while looking at me the rest of the drive home! Like what were the two of you even talking about that it couldn’t be shared with me?”

Realizing how much you had raised your voice, you took a deep breath as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Sorry- Robin just said something to me earlier that kinda has had me in a chokehold all afternoon, and now I know she was right and I don’t know what to do.” You admitted.

God that little crazy lesbian friend of yours had been right. You had a crush on your best friend. Steve with all his offerings to help you fix your car, open doors for you, sing along to every song on the radio with you. . . Fold your fucking laundry.

“Jeez, Y/N why didn’t you say anything? What did she tell you that had you so out of it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Clearly it’s not nothing.” Steve breathed out, pausing to shake some water out of his hair like he was a wet dog or something. “We’ve literally been friends since the first day of first grade. Talk to me.”

Picking at a loose thread on your duvet cover, you looked down at your feet. “I know, but what if it messes with our whole friendship?”

“Nah, not possible. I once walked in on you naked freshman year and look at us, still stuck with each other.” He joked.

Dragging your palms down your face you let out a groan. “I thought we agreed to never speak of that again?”

“Yeah well—“

“I like you.”

The second those words left your lips, your eyes widened and you were slapping a hand over your mouth in shock.

You didn’t expect yourself to actually say it out loud.

“What?”

“Shit. . . Yeah uhm, our funky little friend Robin kinda helped me realized I have a crush on you.” You explained quickly, “now I totally understand if your weirded out out want to return every single friendship bracelet I’ve made you since the third gra—“

You never got to finish before his hands were grabbing your face and slightly pulling you forward and smashing your face against his. You didn’t even have time to get ready or process. He just kissed you right there and then, right on the lips.

And the strange thing was that it didn’t even scare you. It just felt so normal.

So right.

A moment later the two of you parted, leaving both of you slightly breathless as you looked at each other with wide eyes.

“I’m gonna be honest, I’m even more confused than before.”

“What do you think Robin was whispering to me about?. That little weirdo kept pestering me to tell you how I felt.”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to wrap your head around that information, “huh.”

That little minx was just trying to play match maker.

“I guess we gotta give her credit for realizing it before we did.” You added.

“Seriously. Apparently it’s obvious to a lot of people.” He added, leaning back slightly as he rested his weight on his palms.

“So basically we are gonna get eaten alive by everybody when they find out about this?”

Steve nodded once more, “There’s a pretty good chance.”

“Well good luck with Henderson, that ought to be fun.” You mused, sending him a smirk.

“Oh shit.” Eyes widening in realization his face fell into his hands as he fell backwards onto the bed with a groan. “He’s gonna tease the shit out of me for weeks.”

“I am so sorry.” Giving his thigh a soft pat you gave him a joking smile, trying hard not to laugh.

“How bout we go back to kissing? I liked that part.” He mused, sending you a flirtatious wink as he did.

“You’re disgusting Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah, but unfortunately your stuck with me.” With a smile he slowly rose back up and leaned forward, lips hovering millimeters from your own.

“Ok, but let’s see which one of us has to cave and tell Robin.”

“Ah shit.”

“Ah shit indeed, Harrington. Ah shit indeed.”

THE END.

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currently written for: steve harrington, eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove

Stranger Things

MAIN SERIES

Raining Hellfire 4 Seasons, Extras [on hiatus until ST5]

[an episode by episode story incorporating fem!reader]

Since moving to Hawkins just two years ago, you found that nothing ever really happened in this town. That was until the day you felt your life change. From meeting a boy to Will Byers’ disappearance, you could just feel that 1983 was going to be different.

The question is, was it changing for better… or for worse?

Fortress Of Memories 14 parts [completed]

Y/n Byers and Eddie Munson were killed in the battle. Vecna had claimed their lives and murdered them right in front of their friends’ eyes. They died heroes, saving the town that hated them both. And now, months later, the first New Year since Hawkins’ destruction had come around. But no one celebrates. Instead, they are entering hell to finally stop Vecna. They were prepared for everything. Or… so they thought…

STEVE HARRINGTON

SERIES

Gates Of Hell 17 chapters [ongoing]

Hawkins swarmed with monsters, quarantined from the rest of the world, few survivors. Steve Harrington and Y/n Hopper are forced to survive together, knowing that despite their hatred, they need each other to make it out of Hawkins alive.

Eight Months 5 chapters [completed]

Y/n went missing at the end of spring. A note was left explaining that after her father, Bob Newby, died, she just couldn’t bear to stay in Hawkins. The others were shocked but after gaining no leads on where she could be, they had to accept that she was gone. But when summer rolls in and Hawkins starts getting scary, Steve and Dustin find themselves venturing into a Russian base and uncover more secrets than they bargained for.

ONE SHOTS

Snippet: When Blue Meets Yellow 807 words

Here’s a sneak peek of a ST3 story I am currently working on. I really wanted to write a Steve x Reader story so let me know if it’s something you’d want :) And I promise the story is much more interesting than just two idiots in love

Missing 2.8k words

Straight after the Battle Of Starcourt, panic was in the air. The mall was going up in flames, another Hawkins cover-up, as the kids reunited with their families. Everyone was on-edge, especially since they barely escaped with their lives. Their minds were running a hundred miles per hour as they couldn’t focus on one thought. But not Steve. All he could think was that in all the chaos, you were no where to be found.

Senior Prom 2.4k words

20th April 1985 was the scariest night of Steve Harrington’s life. He may have battled with demodogs and abusive step-brothers, but the Senior Prom would really put his nerves to the test; he was about to confess his feelings to a girl he had taken for granted for too long.

EDDIE MUNSON

SERIES

It's You and Me, Always 10 chapters [completed]

You and Eddie have been best friends since elementary school and you both assumed that friendship was all you were destined for. However, when you both experience Chrissy’s supernatural death, you are pulled into the secrets beneath Hawkins and find that your feelings for eachother aren’t what they seem.

ONE SHOTS

The Crawl 3.5k words

Hawkins had fallen from Vecna’s curse, taking friends and family with it. They claimed it to be an earthquake but you knew better; you had seen it all unfold in the Upside Down itself. You had watched the boy you loved die in your arms, leaving him where he lay in the chaos of an escape. The guilt tore at you for days. He was gone. At least, that what’s you thought…

Freak's Best Friend 3.4k words

Eddie Munson was being hunted. After Chrissy Cunningham’s death at his trailer, the town had named him a murderer. He didn’t do it, of course. There were supernatural forces at bay that no one but a small group of people knew about. But that didn’t stop Jason Carver and his basketball teammates from taking matters into their own hands. Eddie stayed hidden, much to the party’s request, until Jason found the ultimate leverage to use against the ‘freak’; you.

REQUESTS

Perfect Is A Feeling (eddie x chrissy fic) 1.3k words

Years after the battle of Hawkins, Chrissy and Eddie were lucky to have survived. They celebrated with a date… and then another and another until it felt like a lifetime had passed. Now, they’re married, living in a house of their own with a 3 year old daughter. Chrissy never imagined she could be this lucky.

In Love And Grief 5k words

El Hopper was unsure to her older sister’s behaviour. After the fall of Hawkins, you had been avoiding everyone, and they knew it was because of Eddie. His death had shaken your core. But El never truly understood until she caught a glimpse of how powerful grief really is.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

SERIES

The Pariahs That Saved The World 5 Chapters [ongoing]

When Vecna comes to town, Robin and her friends need all the help they can get in the final battle. The gang searches for an old friend she's never met before. But what Robin didn't know, was that the help would catch her attention in more ways than one.

BILLY HARGROVE

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I Wanna Be Yours 2.2k words

Billy Hargrove has been dating Y/n Wheeler for a few glorious months. Considering their friends, they decided to keep it a secret. His friends didn’t like her. Her friends didn’t like him. And neither of them were upset about that deal as long as they were together. But when things start to test this theory, Billy has other plans…

Greatest Fear 2.3k words

After his fight at the Byers household, Billy Hargrove has only one place to go; to your trailer.

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hi! I saw you where taking requests for stranger things, could I request Robin X fem reader where reader gets super overwhelmed on crowded public places and robin comforts her? If you are comfortable with this!

Madonna: The First Album || Robin Buckley

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety symptoms associated with Enochlophobia (fear of crowds); explicit language. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 3770 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon, I really appreciate it! This is set in 1985, just before the events of Season 3 really kick off. Also Robin is definitely a secret Madonna fan, so yeah. Also ‘Larry’ was just a random name that came to mind, it is not based on the Mayor in S3 lol. I hope you all enjoy! Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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Madonna: The First Album: Robin Buckley-

“Come on! You’re wasting time, let’s go!” Robin says as she tugs incessantly on your arm.

You’ve barely finished locking up your car, using what strength you have to keep the key in the locking mechanism to finish the task; as Robin continues to pull at you.

“Robin, slow down. The Sam Goody store doesn’t even open up to the public till 9 am. You know Larry is opening up a bit earlier for you today, we don’t need to rush okay.” You say once you remove the keys from your car door.

“Precisely, it’s exactly 8:45 am, that gives us 15 minutes to get there before everyone else does, so move it!” Robin releases your arm to allow herself to move behind you and shove you forward.

You raise your hands up in surrender, opting to join Robin in a sprint towards the entrance of the ‘Starcourt Mall’; before she takes it upon herself to practically push you every step of the way.

As you manage to reach the locked doors, you place your hands on your knees, bending slightly to increase your breath intake from the exercise you were just forced to endure by your exhilarated girlfriend.

However, your efforts are interrupted when you notice Robin’s impatient tapping of her foot, you look up to see her staring at you, arms folded and waiting.

“Go on then, open the doors.” You say between each exaggerated breath.

Robin throws her hands up in the air as she spins around, “I don’t have my keys, otherwise I already would have!” Robin says as a matter of fact.

You roll your eyes as you take your work keys out of your denim jacket; one of the only perks of working at ‘Scoops Ahoy’, is the early access to the Mall, whenever you please.

“It’s a good job I'm always prepared, huh.” You tease as you use the silver bunch of keys to unlock the main entrance doors.

Robin releases an impatient breath, “If some dingus didn’t keep moving my keys then I would also be prepared and have them on my person at all times. Especially for vital situations like this one.” Robin playfully emphasises her point by gesturing to the locked doors; creating a barrier between herself and her prized possession awaiting her in the Sam Goody store.

You turn to her with a challenging gaze; moving to unlock the next set of doors, allowing the two of you to enter the welcoming area of the Mall.

“Well, if someone didn’t leave her keys on the floor when she stays over, I wouldn’t have to move them. Honestly Robin, no one likes stepping on a bunch of keys at 2 am on the way to the Bathroom. They’re worse than stepping on legos.” You justify to Robin.

Robin moves to place her hands on your shoulders, leaning on to your back to speak directly into your ear, “I would like to redirect your focus on the main purpose of today, and that would be to allow us to enter the mall before everyone else can so I can get what I came for.”

As soon as you finish unlocking the doors, you take Robin by the hand and head straight towards the Sam Goody store, “Of course you would! ‘The Breakfast Club’ is going to be awesome.” You say, knowing that’s not the main purpose of your visit to the Starcourt Mall on your day off, though catching a movie with Robin is on the agenda for today.

“I seriously hope you are joking. You know that today is ‘Madonna Day’. That’s right, her newest Vinyl comes out today, and if I don’t get it, it will be a catastrophe, pure chaos! The movie comes after, we can’t worry about that right now.” Robin explains as the two of you head up the staircase, leading to the first floor of stores.

As you speed walk alongside Robin, you take a moment to enjoy the serenity of the desolate mall, preferring its abandoned state compared to the colossal gathering it usually turns out to be throughout the day.

“You know, I still don’t get why you need this Vinyl so much, you have all of her newest singles on cassette.” You curiously question Robin, knowing at this point her room is a shrine for Madonna- her current favourite artist.

Robin halts her movements, glaring at you as if you just slapped her across the face, “I need any piece of merchandise Madonna releases, she’s so hot, so very hot and you know how much I love her music. As an avid fan, I need it in all formats, to thoroughly enjoy it and-“ You move in to plant a kiss on Robin’s lips, causing her to shake her head a little in response and widen her dazed eyes.

A blush spreads across her face; tainting her cheeks in a scarlet shade, “You want me to shut up don’t you?” Robin says shyly.

“Not at all, though I do want you to take a moment to actually breathe.” You assure her; loving how passionate Robin is about her interests.

Through her moment of surprise, she fails to realise where she is.

“You know, for someone who practically dragged me here, you’re making me wait an awful long time to go into the store.” Robin looks at you sceptically before noticing the neon pink and blue Sam Goody sign.

She shrieks in delight, jumping over to the door in an attempt to move the handle- realising it’s still locked.

This causes her to resort to leaning against the display window, gently tapping on it to get Larry’s attention.

“Larry, for once in your life be useful and open the door! This isn’t like band practice where you can just fall asleep on the job and hope no one will notice, so let me in!” Robin shouts, attempting to get her plea through the glass barrier. With Larry being a fellow Band member at Hawkins High, she knows just what to say to get his attention.

An extremely exhausted looking Larry wanders over to the door, opening it up at an incredibly slow pace. Causing Robin to tap increasingly more at the window to help encourage Larry to speed up his actions.

Once he unhooks the door latch, the door opens fully, causing him to wince at the sound of the repeated tapping, “Buckley, I swear to god if you do that one more time, I’ll ban you from the store, permanently.”

If this was any other day, Robin would have a set of quick remarks to fire Larry’s way. Luckily for him, she only has one goal in mind- to get her hands on a copy of Madonna’s newest vinyl.

She swiftly moves past him, not caring for his lecture on how she should be more cautious in her actions.

He looks towards you for a defence, causing you to shrug your shoulders at Robin’s actions. You’re not going to scold her for being excited.

However a blaring groan of dismay sounds from within the store, making it so you and Larry rush towards its origin.

As soon as you reach Robin’s location, you see her rifling through the vinyl collection, “Where is it? It has to be here, there is no way it’s gone!”

“What the hell Robin, I just organised those!” Larry speaks in a disheartened tone.

“Never mind that, where is it Larry?!” Robin says frantically, continuing her search throughout the new releases.

Larry looks to you in a questioning manner, “Where’s what-“

Before you can answer, Robin stops her movements to dig through her jacket pocket, ripping out a magazine clipping to show what she is referring to, alongside some random candy wrappers that she refuses to remove from each pocket.

“This! The ‘Madonna: The First Album’ re-release vinyl. You know with the style being Synth-pop, disco and the genre will be electronic pop, which according to my extensive knowledge of this store will be located right here with all the other electronic pop vinyls, yet it's not. You were supposed to get stock in last week but you forgot to input the order with your supplier because you were too busy trying to figure out which T-shirt Samantha Stone might like better, and let’s face it the effort was wasted because she didn’t even notice-“

Larry’s mouth drops open at that remark, though Robin continues her statement, “so, I ask you this Larry, where is the new vinyl?”

Larry looks towards you in utter disbelief at Robin’s words.

“You heard her, where is it?” You remark with a smile, leaning against a display of a random assortment of cassettes.

“Well you clearly didn’t look hard enough, Robin.” Larry moves Robin aside to pull out a mangled ‘Sold Out’ sign; ultimately being destroyed through Robin’s eager actions upon searching for her desired item.

Robin takes the sign from Larry with shaky hands, staring intensely at the words written across the cardboard, the words she dreaded.

“Sold out? How? You haven’t even opened up properly yet.” Robin questions in a small voice, utterly devastated.

“Actually, we opened up at midnight for it. It’s not the only release scheduled for today. It sold out in ten minutes. I’m sorry Robin, I did try and call-“

Robin turns away in an attempt to hide her disappointment.

“Yeah, no I totally get it. It’s cool. Um, y/n, is there anything you want from here, or should we just go to the movies and wait?” She directs her attention towards you at the last segment of her words.

Her eyes are rimmed with a crestfallen red. Knowing how much she wanted this vinyl and the realisation she can’t have it would usually make your heart wrench at the sight of her saddened expressions… though you’ve never been one to disappoint.

“Yeah, I have something to pick up. Larry, could you grab my reserved item please?” You give a knowing glance to Larry, hinting at the item needed to cheer Robin up.

“Give me two seconds, it’s around the back.” Larry disappears behind a ‘Staff Only’ marked door, to retrieve your item.

You move towards Robin to guide her to the cash register. Though, she’s barely said a word since finding out the vinyl has completely sold out.

“Robin, I know you’re disappointed, but you never know, one copy might just show up.”

Robin shakes her head in denial, “They’re a limited release, there is no way I’ll get my hands on one. I can’t believe I was so stupid and didn’t realise it was a midnight release.”

Robin places her hands over her face as she leans on the counter. At that moment, Larry returns with a bagged item.

Upon noticing Robin’s state, he slowly lifts the item out of the bag for you to inspect.

Your eyes light up at the vinyl cover. None other than Madonna covering it, with her mystic blue eyes, pink pouty lips and hair to die for- this is the perfect vinyl.

You move to console Robin, “Look, you’re not stupid Robin-“ Robin releases a scoff at your words.

“Though, I think you have a super awesome girlfriend, who would do anything to make you happy. That includes ensuring that our good friend Larry over here puts aside a copy of the Madonna vinyl for you to pick up this morning.”

Robin’s face shoots out of her hands, allowing her to gaze upon the one and only Madonna.

She gasps in disbelief, “What! How?” Robin makes grabby hands at the vinyl, causing Larry to pass it over with a roll of his eyes- I mean she did also practically climb the counter to grab it but that was to be expected.

“Well, whilst you and Steve were in the back area of Scoops doing nothing. I was actually serving and so Larry came in on Tuesday and mentioned he was getting stock today so I asked him to set aside a copy for you to pick up.”

Robin studies you in awe, “I can’t believe you did that for me.”

She moves to plant a grateful kiss on your lips; hugging you for good measure.

“Of course I would, I know how much you wanted it.”

Robin glances over at Larry as he backs away slowly, she narrows her eyes in confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t want you to try and kiss me too.”

Robin near enough gags at the notion, “You wish Larry, so how much do I owe you?”

Larry puts his hands up as a sign of refusal, “It’s taken care of, no payment necessary.”

Robin looks between the two of you for clarification. You decide to lean against the counter to take a better look at the vinyl cover, “I promised him free ice cream for a year.”

Robin nods her head in approval, happy with the negotiation put forward.

“You’re actually pretty cool Larry.” Robin casually remarks.

Larry nearly drops to the ground in shock, “Robin Buckley, you did not just compliment me?”

Robin continues to stare at her vinyl, completely ignoring her surroundings for the time being, “Yeah and I can take it back just as quickly as I said it.”

Larry shakes his head and crosses his arms instantly, “No, no that’s okay. That’s bitchin’ in fact.”

The moment is interrupted once the mall clock chimes to signify the start of a new hour.

“Right Miss Buckley, let’s head over to the cinema, we can see what time ‘The Breakfast Club’ is on. I think the first showing starts at around 9:15 am.” You suggest to Robin, eager to leave the store before the busy crowds start to pour in.

“Yeah, just a second y/n/n. Larry, what other releases did you say were in today?” Robin guides her interest back to Larry.

“Oh uh, we finally got our hands on Metallica’s album that was released last year, it’s ‘Ride the Lightning’. It’s righteous, it’s the first time it’s hit any shelves in a Hawkins’ store!” Larry exclaimed excitedly.

Robin places her vinyl flat against the counter to give Larry a questionable look, “Oh, I thought it would have been real music.”

Larry twitches at such a blasphemous claim, “Real music? Real music!? That is real music Robin, Metallica are like the most stellar band known to our generation, they’re songs are like little droplets of pure delight!”

Robin scoffs in disagreement, “Please, it’s just noise.”

Larry points one of his fingers at Robin, “Take that back, right now!”

“Nope. Over my dead body.” Robin smiles as she puts her views across.

You quickly zone out of the conversation once you notice an influx of people start to enter the store.

You move closer to Robin, in an attempt to stay as close as you can to her.

One thing you hate is large crowds, you can never quite adjust to them. Usually the mall isn’t too busy at this time of morning, however with the new releases it has ultimately brought in a surge of people. Completely throwing you off the mark.

Usually if your anxiety spikes in this situation, Robin is there to seek comfort in. Though she’s currently lost within her debate with Larry, making you feel alone within this mass of individuals.

As more people filter in, they accidentally nudge into you, sending waves of panic through you as they do. Each nudge is like a reminder that the space around you is closing in, getting smaller and smaller with each person that enters the store.

Through everyone’s excitement, they fail to notice your presence, causing the movement near you to become frantic as they seek their desired merchandise.

Your heart rate rapidly rises, causing your chest to tighten at the sudden change. Pain starts to spread across your body as it attempts to overcome your fears and worries.

The pressure in your limbs makes it impossible to move, making you panic more at the overwhelming sensation of being trapped within such a tight public space.

Your fearsome eyes scan for possible exit routes, ones that appear to not exist. The heat being caused from your panic causes you to clutch at your clothing, desperate to seek a release in some way; using the feeling of the material as a way to take your mind from your current predicament.

As you allow your chaotic thoughts to consume you, your body begins to shake, sending a wave of dizziness through you as you become more worked up.

The sounds of the crowd around you become muffled; feeling as though the world around you is drifting away.

That is until you feel a pair of firm hands grasp at your arms, causing you to release a surprised yelp and leave your trance.

Your worried eyes meet Robin’s concerned ones, “Hey, are you okay? Y/n/n, talk to me, what’s going on?”

You try to speak to Robin, but the words just get caught up in your constricted throat.

Through your trepidation, you failed to notice the tears that are staining your face. You release laboured breaths in an attempt to communicate with Robin, using your head to nod towards the door.

Robin immediately understands and makes quick work of grabbing her vinyl from the counter and wrapping a secure arm around you to lead you out of the store.

You cling onto her desperately, “You’re okay, I’ve got you. We’re leaving now, can you take some deep breaths for me y/n/n?”

You give a firm nod as you concentrate on your breathing, allowing Robin to guide you to a safe and calm environment.

Once the two of you squeeze through the bustling crowd, Robin guides you to a small water fountain to sit at.

She crouches down in front of you, “Breathe beautiful, you’re okay. Listen to the water, it will help calm your mind. I’m so sorry I didn’t let us leave sooner, I just got so caught up in the moment-“

You shake your head at her words, continuing your concentrated breaths, “I-It’s not your f-fault.”

Robin displays a look of guilt, not taking your words in, “Come on, let’s go to Scoops and get you something to help ease your nerves.”

Robin guides you up and keeps a supportive hold on you as she takes you towards the ice cream parlour, knowing it will be open at this time of morning.

Upon entrance, you notice a bored looking and uniformed Steve Harrington making an ice cream cone tower on the counter.

Once he notices the two of you walk in he releases a sigh of relief, “Thank God, I’m losing my mind over here- hey, wait is she okay?” Steve says as soon as he notices your tear filled eyes.

“Yeah, we’re just going into the back to hang out for a bit-“ Robin starts to explain as she ushers you through.

“Yeah, no take all the time you need. Let me know if you guys need anything.” Steve says sincerely.

“We will… dingus.” Robin says playfully as she follows you through to the back of the store.

She drops her vinyl on the table in front of her, making an effort to sit close to you, “You know, I think you have Enochlophobia, which is totally okay and we will work on making you totally comfortable if something like this happens again because I know the feeling of fear can be overwhelming and-“

You look to Robin, causing her to stop her words, “I’m not helping am I?”

You give her a weak smile in response, “You are but I just need you close.” You let out through struggled breaths.

Robin shuffles her chair slightly to pull you into her embrace, allowing you to close your eyes in comfort, basking in the calmness of the Scoops Ahoy staff area.

Your serenity is interrupted when you hear a bang on the table in front of you, causing you to jump.

Robin scowls at Steve for his actions, “Sorry, I just wanted to bring you some ice cream to help make you feel better.”

“Thank you Steve, that’s so sweet.” You direct an appreciative smile his way.

“Uh, hey, where’s mine?” Robin asks as she passes you the ice cream tub filled with your favourite flavour.

“Get your own, I’m not your slave.” Steve says as he throws his sailor themed hat onto the table, “Oh what’s this?” He says as he attempts to bring the Madonna vinyl towards himself for a closer inspection.

Robin smacks away his hand in warning, “Touch it and you'll have more than ‘Farrah Fawcett’ spray in your hair.”

Steve widens his eyes at the bombshell Robin released, “Are you- did Henderson tell you? That little shit-“

Steve’s rant is put to a halt once a continuous dinging of a bell can be heard from out front, “Is this place self service, or are one of you airheads gonna’ come out and serve me my daily samples of ice cream? Ahoy, all hands on deck, Ahoy!”

The signature voice of Erica Sinclair sounds through the store.

“My dear friend, you have customers to tend to.” Robin says smugly.

Steve dramatically grabs his hat and places it back on his head, as soon as he opens the door, the ringing of the service bell increases, “Yeah, yeah I’m comin’, chill out Sinclair.”

Once Steve has left, Robin redirects her attention towards you, placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head, “Are you feeling any better?” Robin asks as she rubs soothing marks across your body, assisting in the calming effect taking over you.

You give Robin a tired nod; the panic leaves you mostly exhausted as you lazily finish your mouthful of ice cream.

Robin thinks for a moment, “How about we stop by the ‘Family Video’ store on the way back home. We can watch a movie at your house and relax.”

You shift in Robin’s embrace, “I thought you wanted to go and see ‘The Breakfast Club’?” You speak softly, trying not to disturb the calmness.

Robin scrunches her nose up before answering, “Nah, I’m sure Steve has some horror stories from his time at Saturday detention that he can enlighten us with on our next shift. They’re probably way better than the movie. Besides, you’re more important, so we should head back and hang out together to help keep you as calm as possible.”

You leave a kiss on Robin’s cheek before scooping her a heap of ice cream to try from your tub; feeding it to her, “That sounds perfect.”

To ensure you’re fully relaxed before heading out, Robin sits with you and attempts to take your mind off of the previous events of the morning. Giving her the opportune moment to explain to you how incredibly grateful she is for you and her new Madonna vinyl.

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[screaming-universe]

just a random short list of buddie fics that are AUs based on books/movies, and that I like a lot 🧡

my sun, my moon, my guiding star by diazs (75k, rated general audiences), aka The Martian AU  

Astronauts Diaz, Han, Panikkar, and Wilson were all safely able to reach the Mars Ascent Vehicle and perform an emergency launch at 7:28 a.m. central time thanks to Commander Nash's quick action. Unfortunately, during the evacuation, Astronaut Evan Buckley was killed when he was struck by debris. Commander Nash and the rest of his team are now heading home… but Evan Buckley is dead.

to the waters and the wild by june_nights (@beecauseevan) (64k, rated teen and up audiences), aka The Scorpio Races AU 

The stranger turns. His eyes meet Eddie's and Eddie's breath catches in his lungs. The seagulls, the chattering tourists, the wind, it all fades away. Across the harbor, the man smiles. Eddie feels that smile in his toes. Someone bumps into him, breaking the spell. Eddie takes a deep breath. The salty harbor air fills his lungs. He doesn't allow himself to look back at the ferry. He doesn't allow himself to wonder about that man. He's a tourist and he's here in the middle of October. He wants to ride in the Races, and that means Eddie will stay far, far away. Or: The Scorpio Races are Thisby's oldest, most beloved and deadliest tradition. Three years ago, when tragedy forced him to give up riding for good, Eddie swore he would never look back. It turns out life may have other plans for him.

Hymn to the Sea by @sevensoulmates (52k, rated explicit), aka Titanic AU

It was the unsinkable ship of dreams to everyone else. To Eddie, it was a slave ship, taking him and his son back to America in chains.

even when you’re sleeping keep your eyes open by @spaceprincessem, aka The Hunger Games AU, a series:

you and i’ll be safe and sound (51k, rated teen and up audiences)

“Our second tribute from District Twelve is Evan Buckley.” Eddie’s eyes snap up and he’s pretty fucking sure his heart stops beating all together. If he lets his eyes flutter close he can feel the patter of rain, harsh and ice cold, against his skin. The way the air saturates with the smell of burnt bread. He can see the shape of a boy thrown out into the mud, hands cradling something precious in his hand. The way that bundle was placed in Eddie’s own, shaking palms as a voice whispered, I’m so sorry I can’t do more before he was gone. But Eddie doesn’t let his eyes close. He watches as Evan Buckley — Buck, please just call me Buck — ascends the stairs to take his place next to Eddie. Not you. Please. Anyone, but you. [or the buddie hunger games au]

but when it’s over i’m still awake (52k, rated teen and up audiences)

Eddie doesn’t have to guess which name will stand alone on Reaping Day. He’s going back into the arena. Eddie doesn’t hesitate as he takes off out of the house at full speed. If his family is calling after him then he can’t hear a single word. Not with the blood roaring in his ears and the desperate urge to run run run pumping thunderously in his veins. He needs to get out of here. Out of District Twelve. Out of Panem. Out of his skin and this body doomed to go back to the one place he was supposed to be safe from. He doesn’t want to go back into the arena. He survived. He got out. He’s a fucking victor. But, of course, who is ever really safe in a place like this? [or the buddie catching fire au]

#i have been so normal about all of these #they are just so good!!! #911 #weewoo #911 fanfic #fanfic #buddie #buddie <3 #titanic au #scorpio races au #buck buckley #eddie diaz #fanfic rec #hunger games au

[mvltisstuff]

boyfriends - e.b

summary: after dealing with her boyfriend for years, she finally decides to end things with help from buck.

evan buckley x reader

based on the song boyfriends by harry styles :))

a/n: guys i’m on s5 and what the duck is happening. also pretend ravi has been there for longer bc i literally love him

the table was set with thin candles and ceramic plates under a maroon tablecloth. there were light rain noises coming from outside, calming the room with the dim lights. the aroma of homemade pasta and white wine was filling the room. dressed in her neat jean skirt and black top, y/n sat in one of the chairs at the table.

the door unlocked and swung open with an aggressive stomping coming in with a swaying man. “hey, princess! sorry i’m late i was just busy.” slurring his words together, he walks over as she stands up.

“i thought you were at work.” she states, quietly. she’s confused as he should smell like an office, but instead radiates a busy bar and whisky.

“oh, the guys wanted to go out, sorry about dinner,” he says, slumping on the couch.

“i planned this whole thing, cam. you really couldn’t blow them off for one night?”

“it was just dinner! it’s not like we didn’t have food here.”

“yeah, food for us, that i made for you!” she starts getting annoyed but it’s impossible to argue with a drunk person. “it’s fine, i’ll just take it to work.” clearly annoyed, she pulls the plates out and clears them off into tupperware.

“well don’t be pissed at me because i wanted to hang out with the boys,” he says, his words barely making sense. she doesn’t fight back, knowing he won’t even remember this in the morning.

“go to bed, cameron.” y/n says, before entering the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

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dressing for work, y/n wakes up to throw on her uniform. she gathers her things to prepare for another long shift at the 118, and she notices his keys gone, along with his work belongings.

she walks out the door after grabbing the leftovers she had spent hours preparing for someone who spent hours not caring. she walks into the station to be greeted by her real family.

“hey, y/n!” eddie says, organizing one of the trucks with buck.

buck gives her a sweet smile, noticing the abnormal lack of excitement on her face. she walks over and talks to them a bit, drained of energy but still ready to force herself through the day.

as much as she didn’t want to leave her apartment, being at the station felt more of a warm welcome. stepping in through the garage doors, the cold air from her apartment and life outside had evaporated.

the team goes upstairs to the kitchen, as bobby is making coffee for everyone. y/n leaves her extra food on the counter to show people.

“what’s all this from, y/n?” bobby asks. “you didn’t have to bring this.”

“oh, it’s just my l-“ she cuts herself off. “i made this to bring to you guys. i made the pasta myself.”

“it’s delicious!” buck says, a mouthful of pasta and covering his mouth. he tries to lighten her mood after seeing directly through her lies.

he had met cameron before, never really being a fan of him. she’d brought him to one of the gatherings, and he spent the whole time ignoring her existence, and then getting mad at her for being upset. he knew she deserved better, and honestly, he thought, she deserves him. he wanted to help her, but didn’t want to cross the line and help where he wasn’t needed.

“really, buck? couldn’t even heat it up?” hen asks, slightly disappointed but expecting nothing else from him.

they all walk away back to their own chores around the station, as bobby stays in the kitchen. “hey, y/n!” buck runs up behind her.

“yeah? you ok?”

“that’s… kinda my question to you.” he stutters a bit. “it’s just- just wanna make sure everything’s okay, you don’t seem as… bright and bubbly as normal.”

buck and y/n had been friends for a long time, knowing how each other felt all the time. they were able to connect with one another so easily, and buck knew that something was wrong with her. he missed her happy mood, that seemed to have faded away more with every shift.

“oh, i’m fine, buck.” she smiles. “it’s just been a lot of work and sleeping, and repeat.”

she lies to him again about cameron, even though he knows the truth. “y/n/n, come on. don’t lie to me.”

“what?” she peeps out.

“talk to me, please.” he begs her to open up because he just wants to make her feel better. “is it cam?”

“n-no, buck. stop, it’s fine.”

that answer alone told him everything he needed to know. he doesn’t know all the details of their relationship, but it’s almost like cam pretends they aren’t even in one.

y/n doesn’t know why she defends him so much, or why she sticks up with it. she’s hoped things will change for a while, but usually nothing looks up. she loves him, she does. at least she thinks so. she provides so much for both of them, and has put in so much energy to their relationship, only for broken promises in return. she has hope that the time she’s put in was worth it, but every day when she goes home to him it becomes weaker. being a first responder, she wants to help everyone she can. she wants to be able to fix their relationship and she wants to feel valued, for once. people tell her all the time how she saved them, and she so badly wants him to realize that everyone needs to be saved. she’s given him the world, and it’s not long before she takes it all back.

“i know it’s not. i’m here for you, and if he’s not good to you i’m gonna be-“

“buck, just drop it! i’m doing the best i can!” her voice raises in defense, and he pulls her into the locker rooms. “im drained from this relationship, right now and i cannot get into this with you right now. this is my only escape, evan.” her light tears form in her eyes before her breathing becomes sharper. the other workers look at them, but with death stares from hen, chimney, and eddie they look away. they’re listening too, they never really liked him either but figured it was none of their business. it hurts to see their friend in this situation.

“i know, it’s gonna be ok.” he pulls her into a hug in hopes to calm her down. “you didn’t make that for us, didn’t you?”

“no, i made it for him. then he came home completely wasted and told me not to make a big deal out of it. i spent my one day off making this big ass dinner for him, and he couldn’t even take a minute to say thank you.”

“look at me, y/n.” buck pulls away and places his hands on your shoulders. “it is not your fault he’s not good enough for you. he is not. good. enough.”

“no,” she whispers.

“yes,” he says. “you deserve better than what he’s giving you.”

she shakes her head and his heart breaks more. there is no way that he has given her so much shit that she doesn’t believe it’s his own fault. the tears come stronger and run down her damp cheeks. “i can’t just leave him, buck. i cant hurt him like that because some part of me still loves him.”

“i know, but it is for the better.”

“i don’t think i have the power to end things. he wouldn’t listen to me and i can’t bring myself to break his heart.” she cries.

“you need to leave him before he breaks yours any more than it already is.” y/n calls back into his chest, and he sits her down on the benches. his own eyes are becoming glossy at the pain of watching his best friend have to deal with this. he’s had his own fair share of bad relationships, but they never meant anything because he is scared of this happening. it hurts his heart to know that she’s been carrying herself through this relationship as he’s just been more weight on her shoulders.

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the door of the apartment swings open again, as usually. surprisingly, the smell of liquor doesn’t hit y/n’s nose. cameron walks in, placing his bags on the floor by the door. “y/n?”

“y/n? where are you?” he calls out again and she makes her way out of the bedroom. “hey, you. did you make dinner?”

“no.” she says, maintaining eye contact.

“o-oh? we don’t have leftovers?”

“no, cameron. i took them to the station.” she says. “you would remember i told you that, but you were too drunk to remember.”

“what are you talking about, y/n? i went out for drinks, i don’t know why you have to be so bitchy about it.” she’s made her decision to leave, but the names still sting inside.

“well, you don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? youre not actually leaving me.” he let’s out a patronizing chuckle at her words, but she stands her ground.

“i am leaving you, cameron. my stuff is in my car, and we are over.” she doesn’t move from her spot on the ground, scared to move her glued feet like she’d fall over.

he laughs again with a critical grin on his face, again. “and where do you think you’ll go? i pay for this apartment, i pay the bills. you have nothing without me. y/n.”

“i work at the best fire station with the highest ranking paramedics and firefighters out there.” she retorts back. “i’ll be just fine without you, hell, i practically have been for the past two years.”

“you’re embarrassing yourself, baby girl.” y/n’s expression scrunches up from the cringe of the pet name that she’s always hated.

“don’t ever call me that again.”

“you have no where to go, you can’t stay at your stupid job forever.” he takes a step closer, and she takes another one back.

“actually, she’s going to stay with me until she can find an apartment.” buck says, coming around the corner, sensing her fear.

cam rubs his face. “y/n, please. we can do this together. you know i love you.” his immediate switches in mood is what she can’t control anymore, and she can no longer deal with it.

“some version of me out there still loves you back, and i feel insane amounts of nothing but pity for her.” y/n spits out at him.

“you’re a fucking psycho,” he says, and buck runs over to create more distance, standing between the two. y/n turns around, running her hands through her hair, trying to disappear.

“we’re leaving, y/n/n.” buck says, gripping your waist. “let’s go.”

“fuck, whatever. get the hell out.” cameron finally moves to the side and y/n and buck walk out of y/n’s old ‘home’ for the last time.

they stand outside in the parking lot, standing side by side as a speechless y/n stares in the distance. “i won’t stay for too long, i’ve found a few nice apartments to look at.”

“don’t worry about anything, y/n. you can stay there forever if it means you’re not there anymore.”

being faced with this much kindness and loving actions overwhelms her, making even more tears that she didn’t know she had pool in her eyes. “don’t cry, please. it’s ok, i’m here.” he pulls her back in and pats the back of her hair. “why don’t you drive over to my place, i’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

they go their separate ways and start driving to his nice apartment and already, it feels more like home than hers ever did.

buck pulls out his phone in the parking lot, in his car. he dials a few numbers and pulls the phone to his ear.

“hey, maddie. you busy tonight?”

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going up the stairs, y/n only had the energy to bring in a single bag to his apartment tonight. they walk side by side to his door together, his arm around her shoulders. buck fumbles with his keys and looks at her red, worn out eyes.

when he unlocks the door, y/n immediately notices all her family around bucks kitchen. she places her eyes on everyone, bobby and athena, hen, ravi, chimney and maddie, even christopher and eddie are there. “hey, y/l/n, welcome home.” athena is the first to say. and for the first time of the night, a fixed smile shines through her.

“hi guys, you all crowded in here?”

“thanks to this one, we wanted to be here for you, y/n.” hen says, pointing to buck.

“you did this?” she asks, sweetly, as if they all had just wrapped her hurt heart with the bandages of their love.

“i guess you could say that.” buck smiles, not wanting to take credit, but happy that he’s finally put some light in her mind.

“y/n, come over here and show us how you made that pasta.” bobby says, calling her over to start making dinner. “maddies going to start a salad.”

“ooh! i can make margaritas!” buck exclaims, excitedly.

“um, i can get behind that!” chim says.

everyone gathered around the kitchen, y/n notices her family all around, taking in the love they’ve given her. they would never have to take the time out of their day to come hang out in bucks tiny apartment if they didn’t truly care about her.

after a while, only buck and her remain in the kitchen. as everyone else squeezes into his living room, some people literally sitting on top of each other.

“hey, i don’t know how to thank you for all of this.”

“you don’t have to thank me for anything. this,” buck says, looking around the room. “is what you’ve deserved. and i will do anything to make sure you know that.”

they keep their eyes together, feeling everything from the day come down on them. both of them have their fears, but they seem to fade away and they forget about everyone else. realizing how much he really cares about her has changed everything for her. she loves buck more than she would ever have been able to love cameron. she reaches up impulsively, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in. she gives him a deep kiss and buck swears he’s levitating off the ground. his heart is on fire, waiting for this moment since they met. he didn’t expect anything in return, but he will say that this is a pretty nice reward.

buck leans back and shines a toothy grin at her, and she giggles. “you are very welcome.” he says, barely being able to get words out from his happiness.

they look over after hearing tiny giggles in the room. they both look over simultaneously, seeing christopher with an adorable, shining smile at them. he’s covering his mouth, but failing to conceal himself. “hi, christopher.” buck says.

“hi, buck! hi y/n!” he says, still not being able to wipe the smile away.

back in the living room, with maddies legs draped over him, chimney says to hen with a smirk, “and just like that, i am 20 dollars richer.”

“oh come on, chim, we all knew it was bound to happen.” hen laughs and they welcome y/n and buck back over.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #evan buckley x reader #athena grant #henrietta wilson #maddie buckley #howie han #ravi panikkar

[munsster]

omg i didn't know you also did poly writing??? i made the request for secretly dating robin + reader but could we also sprinkle in some (platonic) stobin + reader if possible? no one writes poly stuff and it makes my heart so happy to see someone willing to do that 🥺

bright shiny object

A/N: if i’m not mistaken, these are both requested by the same anon? and of course i can do that!!! i wasn’t sure if you meant only steve and robin platonic and then both x reader, so i just did that but if i screwed it up, please feel free to lmk and i’ll write you something new :)

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: When the pressure of a secret girlfriend and a fake boyfriend becomes too much, what can you do? 2.0k words

Warnings: angst, homophobia/biphobia, secret dating, fake dating (?), technically cheating, being closeted, beard steve 💔, cursing, mention of reader’s parents🫣,

It's like nails on a chalk board, the thorn in her side, ache in her stomach. A vortex of pointy things down the drain of her lungs and back up again. Flu-like symptoms ripping her away from rewinding tapes when you arch onto your tip toes and press a kiss—sweet and quick and sticky—to his forehead, but she knows he'd never appreciate the way you pull away with a smile and hold his hand in front of his varsity friends.

Even if she agreed it was for the best, it doesn't mean it was an easy decision. It was hard. It was tumultuous and gagging like knowing there's a storm out there but choosing to sail anyway. Because, God—at the end of the day, you just can't resist sailing.

"Hutton? You think so?"

"I mean, duh!" you huff, "Total betty, you gotta admit it. Plus, she's got that contemporary charm, yunno?"

"I get what you're saying, but Kelly LeBrock has..."

"Tits?"

"Class, sunshine. Get your mind outta the gutter," Steve teases, hands on your hips, letting you be closer, letting him eye you and bicker quietly against the counter. "Besides, Weird Science is always gonna be a hit. American Gigolo is nothing but a... a bunch'a prostitutes and pricks—"

"Hey, we're not talking about quality of film, here, alright? We're rating strictly based on babe-ness. And I say Lauren's the epitome: a ten, deadly with the perfect amount of substance. And those doe eyes are killer. You just don't get that from LeBrock."

"Okay, okay... but does she have killer boobs—"

"Hey, Robin?" you shout, one hand firm on Steve's pounding sternum, and she can't look over for fear of shredding herself down to stumps and misshapen parts. "Settle the score: Kelly LeBrock—great hair, great rack—or Lauren Hutton—a classic cover girl who, I must say, was simply born for the silver screen, I mean, let's not forget Gator—"

"'Nuff pandering," he whines, glancing over at Robin with a lazy look in his eye, "c'mon, lady-expert, spare a little wisdom."

She groans, armful of tapes and moseying out from behind the desk with a, "you know I don't trust Harrington's taste."

You laugh.

"Looks like I win!"

“On a technicality," he whines, "ask anybody else—"

"Nope, it was a fair vote!"

"You know that's not true. Biased polls are like... so not allowed."

"What about the electoral college?"

He sputters and tosses a hand in the air, accepting defeat with a laughing kiss to your chin, and Robin's about to push a double feature into her skull. You're not his to treat like that. To act fleeting and carefree. That's what's not fair. He's all public, and she's between the sheets. Hushed. Even if it's an agreement, a signed contract doesn't make any of this easier.

"Alright, letterman, I better get going before my folks go postal," you say, glancing over at Robin when Steve dips down to kiss your cheek. With a palm curled into the slope of his shoulder, you grimace. Because Robin's chewing her cheek, and it gives her a frown. One he wouldn't notice, but you sure as hell would. You sure as hell do. And it's like a twisting dagger when she forces a smile at you.

"Am I still taking you home?"

She nods and throws off her vest, tucking it under her arm and beelining it for the door.

"Woah, no 'bye, Steve! Thanks for covering my ass... again!'?"

But she's not listening. She stopped listening the day she met you. It was the first time she realized there's more to life than white noise. She's tossing herself into your passenger's seat, watching your fingers slip from his hand. It's too genuine for her to stomach, and she wants to know if you're doing it on purpose.

"She means well," you sigh, and he crosses his arms when you slip around the counter.

"Or you're just a bad influence," he teases.

"Oh, I'm the bad influence?"

"Yep."

"Uh-huh"—you roll your eyes with a smile. Not because you're lovesick or strung out. Because you're friends. You've been friends, and it's still hard to see him hopeful for a lie. Even if it's your will. Even if you could make it go away because you're in love with your girlfriend while he thinks it's about him—"Buh-bye, Steve."

"Bye, sunshine." He winks. And with the sound of the ignition, Robin clears her throat.

"So, uh... your parents are home."

You nod. "Shouldn't be too much trouble. Lord knows their god-fearing asses don't suspect a thing. I'm still an innocent little dove in their eyes."

She snorts.

But after that, the short drive home is excruciating. A kind of prolonged and sustained torture that’s never rattled your ribs like this. Never threatened to break you down into confession before now. She cranks the volume on your car stereo, synth blasting against your calf, puckering your skin like a burn. You can sense her stillness without actually looking at her. She’s staring straight ahead, and you don’t think she’s ever been so damn focused.

The jingle of your keys and the rumble of the engine fade out to the sound of her footsteps trailing you to your door. And you think you’ve avoided the den—they’ll be inside glued to analog cable—you shuffle right past the front door with your hand reaching for Robin’s. But you don’t make it. You stiffen when one of them greets you with a hug.

“Why didn’t you tell us Robin was dropping by? We would’ve saved her some casserole!”

“Oh, it’s no problem—”

“We were gonna eat later anyway, so,” you huff, “not a huge deal. But we should get started on this movie if we wanna… have time to do… that. ‘Kay, night—!"

“Why don’t you invite Steve over? Oh, we just love that boy, such a gentleman.” It’s like an eternal staring contest, trying to gauge which parent knows what about who. A battle between yourself and the self they pictured for you. Internal turmoil and bubbling guts and all that. You could throw up when they glance at each other across the living room.

“Yunno, I'm so glad you finally found yourself a nice boyfriend."

Splitting hairs. And staring through you to Robin. Because they both know. Or they think they know what Robin is. You’re all but digging your nails into your palm at the oil spill of mania inky ‘round your neck.

“Yeah. Me too,” you say through your teeth, grabbing Robin’s wrist and crowding towards your room.

And despite the clobbering of digs, she calls, “Was nice seeing you again!”

“We’re glad to have you, dear.” But it’s empty. Water off a duck’s back when you close your door just a little too hard. Feeling like it rattles the house. Definitely rings in your ears. You’re grumbling over yourself when she flops back onto your bed. Eyes shut, fingertips rubbing nothing together, and blowing hair off her forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, crouched and two fingers pushing the edge of the tape into the hard plastic flap of the VCR. “Thought they’d be wine drunk and passed out by now. Turns out they’re just fucking vicious—”

“D’you think…” she sighs, crossing her arms over her face, “do you think maybe this isn’t such a good idea... anymore?" So it’s muffled and you don’t know what to say. You stand and stare at the dust collected atop the lip of the television, how it’ll stay there because no one dusts it. After all, who would.

“What makes you say that?” But you already know the answer, and you’re pretty sure you won’t rest until somebody grabs your face and shouts it.

“Just… everything. Don’t you think it’s a little—I dunno—exhausting?”

“I don’t know, Robin, is that what you think? Is that what you want me to think?”

“No—no, of course not. ‘M just saying…”

And when you turn to look at her, she’s sitting up. And she really cannot stand your expression and the way it’s already accusing her of the truth. That she’s fucking terrified, and she doesn’t know if the love of her life is worth it. She doesn’t know if she’s worth it to the love of her life. Anymore.

“I know exactly what you’re saying,” you say. It’s too exacting and deadly. Cuts too deep like some kind of monster. She had no use in believing in them until she did. And now she does.

“Well…?”

“Well, I think that no matter how exhausted being what we are makes me… I’d let it run me dry ten times over before even considering giving it up. I think you’re worth my demise, Buckley… and if”—you think what you’re choking on is distress, but it’s much easier to blame bile—“if you don’t see that, then yeah, maybe this isn’t such a good idea anymore.”

She can’t keep it together. Not with the tears in your eyes and her cotton mouth. She stands and finally faces you. Finally looks you in the eye. And she feels like Steve for just a second: earnest, brutal, like heartbreak is the breeziest thing since labor.

“So that’s it, then?”

You haven’t moved. You don’t think you could if you tried.

“No. No, that’s not it, Robin”—you scoff—“God, I can’t believe you’re not even gonna try and fight for us. One sign of tension, and you fold? That’s so fucking selfish—”

“If it was just one sign of tension, I’d sit quietly and bear it like always, but it’s not. It’s fucking sirens and roadblocks and spike strips, and at this point, I’m running out of fight. All I’ve wanted for the past six months was to hold your hand and not get weird looks and off-handed comments. Don’t you get that? I just want a normal fucking relationship like everyone else, but instead I’m stuck on the outskirts of some weird love-triangle bullshit—it’s so fucking draining—!"

“Well… well, I’m sorry I put you in that situation, but I’m just trying to keep us safe! I know what people say about people like us, and it’s fucked up, Robin. We’re outcasted as it is, and this—”

“This is so frustrating,” she groans, pushing a hand through her hair and shaking her head as she turns away. And all you can do is watch her pace. And pace. And your anger melts down, crackles and burns at the wick, and digs itself a cavern.

“You know, that’s all I’ve wanted, too,” you sigh, “when I’m out with him, and when he kisses me, I… it’s like… I feel like such an asshole for thinking about you. The entire time. But you can’t blame me. You’re all-consuming. I mean, he’s great. He is—Steve is wonderful, but… he’s not the one I want. I would bid my life on a single moment with you.”

Her shoulders slump. And her head leans into her fingers, dousing knuckles in hot tears, back heaving between broken sobs.

“Hey,” you coo, cupping her elbows until she softens with a wet blink of her droopy lashes, “I think it’s exhausting and selfish and messy most of the time, and I think… I think it’s still a good idea.”

She blubbers noiselessly and needlessly, already drooping into your arms and the way your fingers press into her shoulder blades. And the way you tell her she’s good and fine despite all the one-way habits and slips of the tongue. Despite all the words she never figured out how to articulate in time.

But all she really needed was a second to catch her breath. Which was something she found proved a lot more difficult once you came along. With that goddamn smile and sense of direction. You kiss a teensy patch of freckles on her jaw. And she finally feels steady enough.

“We’re a good idea.”

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[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: 5 unresolved items from season 6

There were several things in season 6 that were left unresolved including some that happened between Buck and Eddie.  These are items they never discussed and IMO, it’s possible they might resurface in season 7 and present the small amount of angst that’s been mentioned by OS and RG during their recent interviews.

Full Disclosure:  When season 6 ended, I like many other viewers, absolutely LOATHED the way Buck’s and Eddie’s endings were handled since they were both shoehorned into relationships with one-dimensional love interests the same way they had been at the end of season 4.  The constant delays of Buddie going CANON was just 🙄 and at the time, I took a step back because it felt like all the metaphors, callbacks, foreshadowing and hindsight that happened during the first 13 episodes were replaced with a forced narrative.  Characters were retconned too so they could fit into some “metaphorical FOX procedural drama box” and it frustrated me.  After 6x18 aired, I took a couple of weeks to formulate my overall thoughts on the season and I completed 15 Constructive Criticisms posts to move past my frustrations. Additionally, I started writing a massive multi-chapter fanfic to unravel the mess that was season 6 and I must admit, doing so helped because I was able to put some of the messy pieces to that unfinished puzzle of a season together.

Now... back to the regularly scheduled programming…

This post highlights the 5 things IMO that are still in play that didn’t get resolved last season and I’ve included details about them below.  Since season 7 is shortened and only has 10 episodes, it’s possible none of the things listed will be revisited but it’s also possible they will. 

Before I get started, here’s a quick reminder, Buck and Eddie didn’t discuss any of the things listed in CANON.

1. The Donation

Other than 6x7 when Eddie heard about Buck’s sperm donation for the first time at the firehouse, in 6x9 when they were on the four-way call when he responded to Chimney and said, “I don’t know… it kind of feels weird to congratulate him” and in 6x10 when he replied to Buck and said, “Sounds like your family had your back on the whole donation thing. That’s definitely progress” (notice he NEVER said he had Buck’s back on it and also his facial expressions in 6x9 after Buck’s announcement showed he wasn’t too thrilled about it) Buck and Eddie never discussed it.  Therefore, it is possible there could be some angst coming from it when the Buckley family’s other “deep dark family secret” (related post linked here) is revealed during or after Madney’s wedding.

Furthermore, Maddie’s NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT BUCK’S SPERM DONATION in CANON and every time it was mentioned in 6x10, it happened right after she left the room to check on Jee-Yun.  It’s obvious she knows about it since Chimney spoke up and said something to rebut Sang’s comment regarding a man raising another man’s child.  Another point to make about the whole “Meet the Parents” saga in 6x10 is the audience never saw Maddie converse with Sang and based on BTS information for season 7, it appears Sang, Albert nor Albert’s mom will be in attendance at the wedding. 👀

[FTR, I still don’t believe Connor and Kameron’s baby is biologically Buck's and I will stand on this hill, even if I have to stand alone, until there’s a blood test proving he is related to the baby (post linked here).]

2. The Onesie

At the end of 6x9, Buck was asleep and he left the LAFD onesie he purchased sitting on top of his nightstand and it was right after the “Santa Ana Winds” ended.  However, there are two important things that should be remembered.

First, it has an LAFD logo on it which means it’s important to Buck because as he told Maddie in 2x18, "Being a firefighter is MY LIFE!  It’s the only thing I’ve ever done that was important and that mattered, ok?"

Why is this important? 

It’s important because BUCK IDENTIFIES HIMSELF AS A FIREFIGHTER and after all these years he still hasn’t figured out firefighting is what he does. Eddie knows Buck’s more than a firefighter especially since he knows and loves him to his CORE!  Also, if Buck believed the biological relation wasn't important, then he could have just bought a regular onesie from Target or Wal-Mart, right?  Yes!

Second, in 6x17, Kameron stayed with Buck for several days which means if he wanted to, he could have given it to her as a gift but he didn’t.  Therefore, it’s possible it might come back into play after 7x5 when Connor and Kameron are supposed to show up again (OS mentioned Buck being a sperm donor for his friends won’t resurface until after the first five episodes).  Additionally, after 6A, the narrative could have changed since the onesie wasn’t seen again and that could be due to all the audience backlash that happened after it was over.

Viewers didn’t like the jokes about Buck’s "swimmers" or the lack of his "alone time" and all the other ways the storyline was fumbled. By the start of 6B, the show tried to make the audience believe Buck understood he was the "donor not the dad" 👀. 

If the actual onesie doesn’t make a reappearance, then I believe the ramifications associated with the way Buck identifies himself will and it could be a point of contention between him and Eddie since Eddie was the one who told him in 4x14, “You act like you’re expendable... but you’re wrong”.

3. Buck’s Death

At the end of 6x18, it appeared as if Buck still hadn’t dealt with the fact that he DIED and it’s possible nobody else has either, especially Eddie, Maddie, Bobby and their found family. Reminder, Maddie and Bobby both said, “Buck, you died!” and when they said it, Buck became frustrated.

However, when Eddie said, “You died Buck!”, he stopped and listened but the way Eddie said it was different for A LOT OF REASONS (post linked here).  After Eddie asked if he was allowed to ask how he was, Buck replied, “Honestly Eddie… I don’t know” but they have yet to have a full CANON conversation about the effects of it the same way they haven’t discussed any of their other shared traumas.

Additionally, during that conversation, they briefly discussed the shooting but they didn't fully talk about it other than Buck asking Eddie what he remembered. It’s another important and shared traumatic event that’s happened between them but like the well, the hostage situation and Eddie's breakdown, they still have yet to discuss it. Buck seemed to be a little upset by the fact that Eddie “said” he didn’t remember anything other than the searing pain he felt in his shoulder (I believe he remembers more than he said he does).

Buck's response was, “Is that it?” as if to say, “You don’t remember me crawling underneath a firetruck, pulling you out, picking you up and putting you inside of the truck? You don't remember me holding a gauze to your wound and asking you to stay with me? You don't remember asking me if I was hurt? Because I WAS!”  Also, it was kind of like Buck’s heart broke because Eddie “said” he doesn’t "really" remember it while Buck can’t forget the way his heart fell out of his chest that day when he saw the love of his life bleeding out in the middle of the street.

Also, Eddie’s still waiting for Buck to talk about the fact that he died. Reminder, Eddie's heart fell out of his chest too and he yelled at the hospital staff and told them to "Do More!" Even though they briefly discussed it while they were in the cemetery in 6x15, BUCK STILL HASN’T DEALT WITH IT YET!  If he would have gone to therapy instead of whatever he was doing with the DeAtH dOuLa, then maybe he would have dealt with it by now.

4. Buck’s Couch

Full Disclosure:  Like so many viewers, I was pissed at the end of the season when Buck asked N to help him pick out a new couch because it didn’t make any sense and the truth is IT STILL DOESN’T but hindsight is 20/20 and I do believe the couch was still there for a reason.  IMO, it has everything to do with what could happen between Buck and Eddie in season 7.

Please note, these are my observations and interpretations about what I believe the destruction of Buck’s couch represented.

After Margaret bought Buck a new couch at the end of 6x11, beginning in 6x12, the show spent a lot of time showing how uncomfortable it was for Buck whenever he tried to rest on it.  Also, they AVOIDED showing it in a lot of other scenes even though Buck’s previous couch (the black leather one), when he still had it, could always be seen in the frame (post linked here).  However, the orange couch wasn’t fully seen until 6x18 before Kameron gave birth on it.

IMO, her giving birth on the couch Buck's mother purchased represented a lot of things including Buck’s idea of the life he always believed he was supposed to have.  Reminder, he gave his sperm (I don’t think the baby is his but let’s roll with this idea for a moment) to Connor (a former roommate) so him and his wife could have a baby even though Connor and Buck hadn’t seen each other in years.

He met him while they were in Peru and the only reason Buck ended up in L.A. was because Connor suggested he move with him and his friends because they were “kind of like a family”.  Also, he said Buck has a good heart and that was the reason why he wanted him to be their donor but reminder, the reasons why he said he chose him aren’t hereditary.

It appears the way Connor presented himself in 6x4, with a wife and in search of that "missing" piece (a baby) is exactly what Buck’s always wanted and that’s what his couch represented.  Let's be real, Connor manipulated Buck and they aren’t friends because if they were, wouldn’t he have invited Buck to the wedding or kept in contact with him over those three years? It kind of seemed like he wanted to rub his nose in the fact that he finally settled down while Buck was still living the bachelor life (not really because he already has his own family with Eddie and Chris, he just hasn't realized it yet).

The issue with Buck’s couches was he’s wanted his own family for years but the way his life has been presented, it appears he believes no one wants to build a life or a family with him and that's why he gave away a piece of himself. In doing so, he was trying to fix the issues he may have seen in Connor's and Kameron's marriage since it was barely hanging on by a thread.  Reminder, Connor let his pregnant wife leave and he didn’t try to reconcile with her.  Also, Buck never said why he didn’t want to turn them down when he was talking to Hen even though he should have.

I believe the destruction of Buck’s couch with the birth of the baby on it was about more than the couch itself.  It was destroyed and unsalvageable because THE DREAM OR IDEA Buck’s always believed he was supposed to have got destroyed when he gave his sperm away.  Also, the couch was his MOTHER’S idea of the life she wants him to have instead of the life he wants to have for himself, hence the reason why he told her he would get a couch when he was ready but she ignored him and bought him one anyway.

His "destroyed couch" illustrated the image Buck’s had in his mind of the life and the family he thought he was supposed to want for years, (i.e., a wife and a child) is no longer applicable because his family will include a husband, EDDIE and their son, CHRIS.

Reminder, there was a lot of talk about the types of family in 6B and they all related to Buck's idea of a family.  In 6x10, Buck told Bobby and Eddie, “It kind of felt like we were an actual family” but then Eddie replied, “You are an actual family”.  Also, in 6x13 when they went to play poker, Eddie responded to Buck while they were walking through the kitchen and said, “It’s a different kind of family” and later in the same episode, Chimney said to Maddie, Athena and Bobby, “Every family is different” but they were talking about Buck because Maddie said she would be furious with Buck if he did what Rhonda Fitzsimmons did when she used her nephew to gain access to Maddie's and Chimney's home.

5. Eddie’s Couch

Eddie’s blue couch has always been Buck’s couch too and if it wasn’t going to be Buck's anymore, then something would have happened to it or Eddie would have bought a new one like he did at the end of season 2.  But Eddie didn’t and only Buck’s couch got DESTROYED at the end of season 6👀.

Reminder, in 6x9 Eddie was shown sleeping on it, in 6x12 Buck was shown sleeping on it and Chris was shown sleeping on it in 6x15.

Eddie didn’t get the blue couch until season 3 and the couch he had in season 2 was gray (post linked here).  It’s evident Buck still hasn’t figured out Eddie’s couch is also his even though he does know he’s not a guest there.

Therefore, Eddie’s couch and everything it represents for Buck, i.e., a romantic relationship, family and fatherhood will be in play until Buck realizes it or until Eddie explains it to him.

Will the small amount of angst Buck and Eddie experience in season 7 revolve around these 5 unresolved items or others? Only the showrunner, writers and producers know the answer to that question.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 abc #911 meta #911 on abc #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #911 speculation #ryan guzman #oliver stark #anti connor and kameron #anti marisol #anti natalia dollenmeyer #anti eddiemarisol #anti bucktalia

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Usurping The Captain

Part 1

Superman is more than a major player now he is everything flying in the sky constantly in a loop all day every day to the worlds lack of shock and annoyance. He is catapulted in to a new way of life landing a nearby army base in The United States.

In a private area he lands causing a strange trigger erupting through the ground leaving the army in awe. The base is completely let out evacuating bending a bit more they pull their weapons out in an assault to push him back.

Clark laughs loudly his voice booms through the air circulating around the base thousand times over bouncing back. In a super higher pitch tone and long boomerang affect hits sending a sound wave to knock them out on to the dirty army base floor.

That is until Mr. Boy Scout himself threw his shield at force for me to catch as quick as I did and look on in disgust as he wore the red, white blue proudly as if it really matters at this point. All the effort will be for not as my sole purpose to the man who sent me free forever.

“What do you think you are doing here Kal it’s not allowed? You are a hero not a major

criminal or terrorist.”

“Yes! I forgot you were such a Boy Scout blah pathetic. What a wast of time and space.”

“Be careful for you next few words my friend it may be your last.”

“Like if you could stop me Steve not even a bit closer.”

Captain America lifts his shield in the air to face his ally he presses in the handle in the back of the shield causing the device to glow brightly with an emerald green covering the entire base.

Clark facial expressions goes from utter lack of shock to fear as he begins to faint to the floor dropping to his knees the pain on his face is so apparent.

The man clicks the button with the shield hit with energy transforming it traveling to the tip of the shield gathering together it blast a laser at his feet locking him up in dark green bubble.

Superman flows in to the air spinning lightly around the area draining him of all his full power and energy consuming him in his own prison Cap smirks. Launching his shield as the ball constantly attacking it with hits, kicks, punches and more.

“Why won’t you surrender or give in to the law Superman? Do not make it harder.”

“Because I am the greatest hero in the world and I am true villain.”

“Blast you! I will bring you in one way or the other.”

“Believe what you want Captain but I have already one.”

“Wait what? Why are your eyes lighting up like that?”

“Peer in to my eyes Cap”

“No! No! Nnnnoooooo”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Welcome to my nightmare!”

“Kal is that you ?”

“The new and improved me”

“Why did you trick me?”

“I told you “

“You already won”

“Master Lawrence “

“He made this possible “

“He cleansed me”

“He gave me a real start “

“No more evaluating “

“No more watching out”

“No more walking on glass “

“I can’t fight it, I can’t lie, I am his and I am Captain America.”

The end

Recruiting Purposes

Buckley Barnes has been on a mission to be able to find his best friend Captain America all the search lead him to a strange building in the middle of nowhere.

Flipping off the helicopter on to nearby roof top he rolls to the edge backflipping to the glass roof tied window he peers down in to the room.

One guy notices him so he shrugs smashing in to he window falling in to somersault like super hero landing then proceeds to break every bone available.

Shuffling through the room he cracks a steel door open using as shield to the block the oncoming henchmen gunfire is going on in galore.

“Think these bone heads would know now k am by now.”

“Also not to mess with me”

“ENOUGH! Geez”

“This generation “

“God! I am old”

“Focus”

“Steve must be held down below”

“I have speed up my time “

“Can’t waste a second up here “

“A elevator”

“I’ll climb up on top of it”

“Then what dummy?”

“Who am I talking to ?”

“The Winter Soldier”

“No it can’t be! I am going crazy “

“Bravo Buck”

“Steve and Clark”

“Why are you free?”

“We came to collect you “

“Ahhhh”

“Ugh!”

“Why?”

“Stop being a bitch!”

“We came to save you “

“Put the ugly past to rest”

“Indeed to bed”

“You can’t….this dream”

“Poor sweet Bucky”

“You really think so”

“We are in your mind”

“There no running away “

“I want to give in…I love to obey Master”

The end

#captain america steve rogers #chris evans #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #bucky barnes #Sebastian Stan #The Super Harem #taking ownership of him

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17 years after a USAF F-15 crashed due to cracks in the jet’s longeron the same issue appeared on 90 F-16 fighters across the entire service inventory

Cracks in canopy sill longeron appeared on 90 USAF F-16 fighters

The Colorado Air National Guard’s 140th Maintenance Group (MXG) at Buckley Air Force Base recently had two of their own F-16s grounded simultaneously due to cracked canopy sill longerons (CSLs).

As the airframe has aged, it required these airmen to incorporate new and innovative maintenance practices to remain at the forefront of discovering new means of increasing airpower efficiency to ensure the fighter jets remain mission capable and ready to defend the nation 24/7.

US Air Force (USAF) Staff Sgt. Danielle M. Morgan and Tech. Sgt. Taylar M. Reilly, led one of these new practices as they repaired canopy sill longerons. The CSLs run the full length of the cockpit and support the structure between the frame and skin of the aircraft, preventing tension and bending of the fuselage.

“The aircraft is immediately grounded when the canopies crack,” Reilly said to Staff Sgt. Luccario Lovato, 140th Wing Public Affairs, for the article Colorado Air National Guard Maintenance Group creates innovative solution to aging F-16. “A crack can spread, and if both sides break, the whole nose could fall off.”

17 years after a USAF F-15 crashed due to cracks in the jet's longeron the same issue appeared on 90 F-16 fighters across the entire service inventory

A US Air Force (USAF) F-16C Fighting Falcon, 120th Fighter Squadron (FS), 140th Fighter Wing (FW), Colorado Air National Guard (COANG).

Cracks in F-16 canopy sill longeron can become a fleet-wide issue

Canopy sill longeron cracking has already appeared in 90 aircraft across the USAF inventory of F-16s within the past year.

The F-16 can fly at twice the speed of sound, pulling up to 9-G turns (9 times the earth’s gravitational force) to accomplish air-to-air and air-to-ground missions, applying significant strain to an aging aircraft. While structural concerns are not new, structural maintenance is usually done at a depot facility.

“While this isn’t the first time we’ve done this specific task, this is the first time that we’ve had two aircraft with this issue at the same time,” Reilly said.

Reilly also explained that the structural integrity of the longeron is getting worse, and suspects it’ll become a fleet-wide issue.

Noteworthy, according to Alert 5, similar cracking issues plagued the USAF F-15 Eagle fleet in the past. In 2007 an F-15C suffered an in-flight break-up because of a defective longeron supplied by Boeing. The mishap, that took place during a training mission, resulted in a significant grounding event.

Similar cracking issues plagued the USAF F-15 Eagle fleet in the past

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The Eagle destroyed in that incident was from the 131st Fighter Wing of the Missouri Air National Guard. On Nov. 2, 2007 the aircraft departed on a standard training sortie. The F-15C, flown by Maj. Stephen Stilwell, experienced a violent shudder in its forward fuselage approximately 20 minutes after departing from an airfield near St. Louis. Then the aircraft broke up at an altitude of 18,000 feet above the ground. Major Stilwell managed to eject safely (despite sustaining a dislocated left shoulder and a fractured left arm) just before the aircraft broke apart, scattering debris across the Missouri countryside.

As reported by The Seattle Times, investigators traced the cause of the accident to the jet’s longeron. The investigation revealed that the longeron in question exhibited a non-uniform thickness, failing to meet the 0.10-inch (0.25 centimeter) specification outlined in the Boeing contract. The measured thickness ranged between 0.039 and 0.073 inches, a significant deviation that compromised the structural integrity of the longeron.

A comprehensive inspection program for all F-15 A-D models in the USAF followed the investigation into the crash of the F-15C. As a result, all 441 of the F-15 fighter interceptors were temporarily sidelined. The inspections revealed that a concerning number, a total of 182 aircraft, had longerons that didn’t meet original manufacturing specifications.

After undergoing additional inspections as the investigation was completed, most of the grounded F-15s were cleared to return to flight by February 2008.

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Dario Leone

Dario Leone is an aviation, defense and military writer. He is the Founder and Editor of “The Aviation Geek Club” one of the world’s most read military aviation blogs. His writing has appeared in The National Interest and other news media. He has reported from Europe and flown Super Puma and Cougar helicopters with the Swiss Air Force.

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