#SWAT could stop him and Eddie already stopped him with the will. before anything happened

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie was sulking. He had a bad day at work and his boyfriend was miles away without access to a phone.

He took a sip of his beer, lazily watching the news while bored out of his mind. Maybe subjecting himself to the horrors of the great outdoors would have been worth it after all, even with Robin’s no-sex rule.

He groaned when the phone rang, completely not in the mood to speak to anyone. But their voicemail box was broken, and on the very off chance it was Steve calling to say they were rained out, Eddie didn’t want to miss it. 

He picked it up, uncaring for politeness,“Yeah?” 

“Eddie? What kind of greeting is that?”

He perked up a little at the sound of Max’s voice. He could make an exception for her, “Sorry Red, crap day.”

“Sucks for you. Hey, um, is Steve there?"

“Nope, he swindled Robin into going camping with him. But he’ll be back Monday.”

"Of course he did," She sighed, voice shaky, “Just, uh, have him call me when he gets home, okay?”

Eddie frowned, alarms already ringing. She sounded weird, not just her usual trademarked annoyance, “Is everything okay down there?”

“Y-yeah. Totally fine.”

“Max, if this is some Upside Down shit-”

“It’s not! It’s…just me shit. And everyone else is gone.”

“What is me shit?” Eddie was getting a bad feeling in his stomach, “I hope you realize if something happened to you and I could have stopped it, I’ll be liable, and then Steve will be forced to kill me-”

“He would never kill you.” She laughed, weak and a little forced, “Seriously, you don’t have to worry, I’m basically fine. ”

“Well I’m not willing to test it. What’s going on?”

She took a deep breath, rallying before admitting the truth, “Ok, ok, um, my mom kinda got arrested?”

Eddie wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that, “When the hell did that happen?”

“About a week ago? And we, uh, kinda got evicted?”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before deciding that Susan Hargrove was going on his list of least favorite people. 

Max was stilling talking, rushing in a way that Eddie wasn’t used to, “A-and I know you guys are far away, and I wouldn’t ask normally, really, and if you can’t come I get it, b-but Steve said if I ever needed anything to call and Johnathan took them all to that stupid computer summer camp and Jocye and Hopper are still on their honeymoon and…I-I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Where the hell have you been staying?”

She hesitated again, “In my mom’s car?” 

Eddie was already on his feet, looking for his keys as he reassured her,  “You did the right thing by calling, okay? I’m on my way, but you’re going to my uncle’s house, understand? You’re not going to spend another night in a car.”

“But-”

"But nothing. You’re going to go there, eat, sleep in a real bed, and we’ll leave in the morning. I’ll see you soon." 

She agreed without much of a fight, hanging up with a quiet thank you. Behind all of his playfulness and eccentricities, Eddie could be pretty intimidating when needed to be. 

He blared music the whole way there, realizing half way through that he was pushing twenty four hours without sleeping. But there were worse things than an impromptu fifteen hour drive to Hawkins in the middle of the night, even if he could barely keep his eyes open or feel his legs by the time he got there. 

It was mid-day when he pulled into Wayne’s driveway, and he was not looking forward to doing it all over again. He used his spare key, forgoing a greeting at the sight of his uncle at the kitchen table, opting to profusely thank him instead.

“Where is she?” He asked, after about the fifth round of thanks.

“Asleep,” Wayne offered,  “Kid tried to stay up all night waiting for you, but she went down around nine this morning.”

Good, that was good, it would give him some much needed time to sleep. He crashed on their couch, conking out almost instantly. All too soon he was being woken back up, something tickling his face. He wrinkled his nose, swatting at whatever was touching him, but it was persistent. He groaned as light filled his vision, blinking up at the ceiling. He turned, just in time to catch Max going to poke at his cheek again.

The kid looked like shit, like she hadn’t showered or slept in a week. 

“Hi,” she said quietly, giving an awkward little wave, like they weren’t inches apart. 

“Hi,” Eddie tried, for once feeling completely out of his element as they stared at each other. 

The boys he could deal with, they were his own personal band of nerds. Even El was easier, with her straightforward curiosity and Eddie’s penance to talk anyone’s ear off was usually a match made in Heaven, but Max…Max was Steve’s territory. 

His self-proclaimed adopted sister, a step ahead of everyone in conversation, quiet but witty, careful but brave, she’d always been a bit of a mystery to Eddie. She was so selective when it came to who she trusted, with him never fully being in or out of her circle of favorites, always on the periphery by his proximity to Steve, her favorite adult. 

She was picking at the couch, avoiding Eddie’s eyes when she piped up, “Your uncle’s cool.”

“I know, right?”  Eddie sat up, rubbing a hand over his face to wake up faster, “What time is it?”

“Five.”

Shit. They had to leave soon if they were going to get there before Steve, “You ready?”

She nodded, “As I ever will be.”

It was short work packing, she had her skateboard, her walkman, and a single duffle bag, stuffed full. Wayne and Eddie shared a look as they stuffed it all into the back, the scene way too familiar to Eddie’s own meager belongings when he came along. 

They thanked Wayne again on the way out, Max even going as far as accepting a hug, bashful but too grateful to refuse. He pulled out of the driveway, sad to say goodbye to his uncle but more than happy to see Hawkins start to disappear in his rearview. No matter how many good memories he had there, how many wonderful people he’d met, something inside of him would always hate that shit hole. 

Maybe it was because all the good parts could be taken out. 

He glanced over at Max, not quite sure what to say. It was never just them before. Eddie was the one to break the silence first, per usual, “How the fuck did Mike convince El to go to a three month computer camp?"

It was probably the wrong question to ask considering the circumstances, but at least it made her laugh, a real one this time, "That's what I said! God, they’re worse now than when they were dating. They take the best friend thing way too seriously. Almost as bad as Robin and Steve.”

“Hey, rude!” Eddie whined, mock offended on Steve’s behalf, “True but still rude!”

Max laughed. She was picking at a loose thread on her jacket, still smiling a little,“I’m sorry you had to come all the way out here but…thank you for doing it.”

He shrugged, “There are worse things than a nice night drive.”

“I still appreciate it.”

“So…” he trailed off, hesitating before asking what needed to be asked, “Are you going to tell me what happened?"

Max sighed as she stared out the window, like she’d just been waiting for him to say it, “She…got caught for check fraud and identity theft, apparently for a lot of money. She doesn’t even know when her trial date is yet. I thought…” she hesitated, shaking her head, “I don’t know what I thought. I wasn’t thinking. I should have known something was up when things got better out of nowhere.”

“You’re not supposed to be thinking about shit like that. You’re seventeen.”

“Almost eighteen.”

Eddie rolled his eyes,“Oh, you got me. You’re right, everyone knows you get a copy of your parent’s tax records and W-2s and take over the family finances when you come of age ”

She snorted, eyes still staring out the window, but with the smallest hint of a smile on her face. 

Eddie cleared his throat, still peeking at her through the corner of his eye, “I’m sorry that uh, Steve isn’t here.”

She shook her head, “No, I’m glad it was you. Since…y’know.” 

Eddie nodded, oh too aware of what she meant. Things in Hawkins had gotten pretty fucked up for Steve near the end of their time there. After Steve's parent's found out about them, things had spread pretty fast, rumors finally being confirmed as fact, courtesy of Steve’s piece of shit sperm donor. He’d let the whole world know that he didn’t have a son, paired with a big old speech about parenteral-approved gay bashing. The backlash was even worse than Eddie had expected. Apparently the only thing that town hated then queer freaks was ex-straights.

It had been pretty fucking awful, worse yet that Will had to see it all. The only queer kid in a thirty mile radius had to bear witness to his gay role model being socially crucififed. The experience didn’t scream hopeful future in Indiana. Eddie was glad that he was going back to California for college, especially since he’d  have El and Mike with him. Even if it was depressing the rugrats were splitting in two, Eddie was just happy none of them were staying in that hell hole.

Max was biting at her nails, a nervous habit he knew Steve used to bug her about.

“Do you think he’ll let me stay?” 

Eddie laughed, “You should be more worried about if he’ll ever let you leave.” 

“You think?”

“I’d bet money on it.”

The little smile was getting bigger, “How much?”

“Twenty says he’ll tear up and say something like, ‘Of course you can stay, for as long as you want,’” Eddie did his best emotional Steve voice, the adorable wobbly kind that melted everyone’s heart, loving how it made Max laugh, “Something sappy like that.”

“You’re on!” They shook on it, with Eddie only feeling slightly bad for setting her up on a nearly fixed bet.

It was a long fifteen hours, though Eddie was grateful that Max stayed awake with him the whole time, the drive was so much better with someone to talk to. 

“I’m not going to let you be alone for this twice,” she insisted when Eddie asked if she was tired after her fifth yawn. They argued over radio stations and traded blackmailable stories about their friends the whole way home. Eddie’s eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion by the time they got there, Max looking just as bad, but it was worth it. 

She was worth it. 

She went straight to the couch when Eddie pushed the door open, already familiar with the layout of the place. She plopped down, face face first, almost immediately passing out, obviously still exhausted from her week of homeless hell.

Eddie was just covering her with a blanket when he heard the click of the lock being undone, Steve’s voice not far behind, “Baby, I’m home-”

He rounded the corner, all teasing smiles until his eyes landed on Max, his big eyes widening in shock.

He dragged his gaping boyfriend back into their room and told Steve the whole story, genuinely impressed with himself for not passing out during his speech. Steve forced him into bed at the end of it, kissing him soundly for taking such good care of her, sleep taking him easily. 

Eddie woke up slowly, alone in their dark room. He didn’t know how long he slept for, but lord knows he had needed it. He wandered into the living, finding Steve and Max hugging on the couch, catching the tail end of their conversation. 

“Of course you can stay, for as long as you want,” Steve was saying, all teary eyed. 

Eddie didn’t miss the relieved smile on her face, like there was ever a chance he would have said no. She spotted him over Steve’s shoulder, flipping him off when he mouthed at her, ‘I win.’

“You realize I have no money right?” She whispered to him later that night, freshly showered and finally relaxed, “And I’m starting to think you cheated.”

Eddie laughed, “Manual labor until your debt is paid then. And…define cheating?”

“Whatever weird psychic thing you guys have going on, definitely cheating.”

“It’s called love, thank you very much,” Eddie smiled over at Steve, who was busying himself in the kitchen. He was making dinner, insisting that they both eat something before passing out again. He shooed away all attempts at helping, and for good reason, both of them still looked like sleep deprived nightmares. 

It was a good night, all things considered, even if Max and Eddie were still only half awake for most of it. He didn’t really feel back to himself until the next morning, but that’s what driving for more than thirty hours in less than two days did to someone. 

He kissed Steve’s hair before leaving him in bed, wandering to the balcony to light up a joint.

It wasn’t long before he could hear Max shuffling around behind him, dialing a number into the kitchen's phone, eavesdropping by way of proximity. Probably Lucas if he had to guess.  He tried to zone out a bit, but couldn’t help listening in to the latter half of her conversation.

“Of course everything’s fine,” she lied easily into the receiver, “Nancy offered me an exclusive tour of the campus since I was abandoned by my boyfriend, and Steve and Eddie said I could stay at their place to quell the boredom. My mom’s fine with it.”

Pretty good lie, all things considered. 

“Just send the letters here, tell El the same thing. They’ll just get lost at my house. You can call here too, I’ll probably stay through summer, but definitely home before you get back.”

Eddie looked over his shoulder, just able to make out the side of her face at the odd angle. She was smiling, a soft thing that Eddie recognized, the kind of smile that was meant for a singular person, “Then I guess you’ll just have to rewrite it won’t you?”

Eddie forced himself to zone out again, unwilling to listen in on the more intimate bits. It wasn’t long before he heard the click of the receiver and light footsteps strolling his way.

She came up behind him, plopping down next to him with a sigh, “Can I try that?”

Eddie glanced behind him, a little paranoid that Steve was about to catch him in the act of giving drugs to his favorite child, but relented when he couldn’t hear any sounds from their bedroom. 

He passed it over, “Just don’t tell your mother.”

Max laughed as she took a hit, a bit too experienced with it in Eddie’s opinion, “What does that make you, the cool dad?”

“Obviously.” 

They stared out into the horizon, the sun not quite up yet, but on the way. 

“You’re not going to tell him?” Eddie finally asked when she passed it back. 

She shook her head, “And rain on the nerd parade? I don’t think so. He's having the time of his life over there.”

“He’s gonna be pissed. They’re all going to be pissed.”

She shrugged, “It won’t be that bad. As long as I omit the car thing, it will be mild.”

They sat in silence, the comfortable kind for once, before she spoke up again, “Are you okay with me staying here?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She shrugged, “Like…I know you don’t have much space. And I don’t even know for how long I’ll be here. Steve’s fine with it, because he’s Steve, but are you?” 

Eddie ruffled her hair, a bit touched that she would even ask, “Of course I don’t mind you being here. We’ll make it work.”

And they did. They ran a curtain through half of their living room, making a makeshift space around Max’s favorite couch, so she could have some semblance of privacy. 

It didn’t take long for Robin and Nancy to get involved either, especially since they had the actual two-bedroom apartment. Robin glommed onto Max particularly fast, and two made a chaotic duo of epic proportions.

They converted Nancy’s office, completely ignoring Max’s protests, and got her a real bed. She bounced between their apartments, always sure to be clear on where she was going to end up staying that night. It was stupid, but it still made Eddie preen that she choose their place more often than not. The summer went by fast, faster than Eddie would have ever thought while living with a teenager, but by the time August was coming to a close, there was no good news for Susan Hasgrove. 

They still talked over the phone, usually just for Susan to guiltily admit terrible news while apologizing profusely. Susan ended up settling on a plea deal to avoid trial. Two years in prison, maybe less for good behavior, but there was no way she was getting out in time for Max to go back to Hawkins.

Eddie had to give her this, Susan was an absolute fuck up, but she loved her kid, loved her enough to basically beg Steve and Eddie to take her in until college. Like they would ever say no. 

School was another matter, but thank Christ for Nancy Wheeler, the walking academic genius. She knew exactly what to do and what to say to the Emerson officials regarding Max’s senior year. She even garnered a deal to get her into an alternative program through the college rather than having to re-enroll in a new highschool. She had explained it all to Eddie once, early admission this, preferred treatment and financial aid that, but it kinda went in one ear and out the other, he was more than happy to just let he handle it.

With the official news, Max couldn’t hide it from the others for much longer, and eventually, they found out on their own. Apparently, they had all planned the opposite of a Welcome Home Party for Max, a Sorry We Left You All Summer For Dork Camp Party. They had a banner and everything, and even came back early to set up, right in the window of Max’s lie of being home, only to find her trailer occupied by a completely different family.

One angry phone call with El and a fifteen hour drive later, Eddie found his living room invaded by a wild pack of seventeen-year olds, all pissed as hell. Max was sandwiched between Lucas and El on the couch, the two more upset that she went through something so terrible without them than mad, while the rest stared up at her from the floor. Steve was settled in Eddie’s lap on their recliner, the two watching the whole exchange warily. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dustin managed to ask over the incomprehensible noise of them all trying to talk at once, his insanely loud voice finally coming in handy.

Max rubbed a hand over her face, “Would you have left if I told you?”

“Of course!” El and Lucas said in unison, sharing a look like they couldn't believe she would even need to ask. 

“Exactly! That was the problem!” 

“But you could have stayed with my family!” Mike tried, “Nancy’s room is empty and-”

“And your dad literally hates all of us.”

“But what about us?” Will asked, “We don’t have that much space sure, but we could figure something out.”

“I know you would but I didn’t want- I don’t want…” Max trailed off, struggling to find the words. 

"Pity," Eddie finished for her, "She doesn't want to be treated like a stray. And Joyce is a sweetheart, sure, but that’s definitely up her alley."

"And I won’t be here forever,” Max insisted, earnestly looking at Lucas, “Just until college starts, and then I’ll be in the dorms, like we planned."

“But…this is our last year together,” El was tearing up, which was enough to get the whole room to follow suit. 

Max hugged her, apologetic but still firm, “I know, and I’m sorry El, really. I just…I don’t want to be in that town anymore. Not after everything. But I’ll call everyday! And write letters too, whatever you want.”

She sniffled, “Everyday?” 

“Everyday.”

“And you can all come here to visit her, whenever you want,” Steve added, “Spring break, weekends, whenever.”

The offer was enough to calm them all down, even if there was a sad little air around them their whole visit. They all held Steve on his word though, and Eddie spent the next nine months eventually getting used to finding a gaggle of kids hanging around his apartment every other weekend, but they made it work.

Max missed them all the time, anyone could see that, but she still found a way to enjoy her new life. The adjustment from one absentee parent, to four obsessive ones was oddly smooth. Max was an intensely good kid underneath all that snark, smart as hell too. Eddie had been worried about her getting bored, separated from all the other rugrats, but she was adjustable. It helped when they bought her a guitar for her birthday, a new hobby with a built-in teacher to fill the time between studying, skateboarding, and hogging the phone.

Both he and Steve cried like the emotional idiots they were when they helped her move into her dorm later that year, but they couldn’t help it, the joke of them being parents had just solidified into a reality. 

They probably embarrassed her to hell and back during the move, but she never let it show, shedding a few tears herself when the last box was brought up. 

She hugged them both on the way out, asking “The good couch is still mine when I spend the night right?”

Steve wiped at his eyes while Eddie ruffled her hair, saying in unison, “Always.”

#future fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #Eddie would be a good dad okay #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve is already a good dad this can work #does this work #im getting creative with my scene stealing here #living the unknown dream #max mayfeild #the party #steddie #drabble #the fruity four live in boston and half the kids obvs followed them #tw homophobia #stranger things

[strangersatellites]

happy valentine’s day steddie nation! have some lumax & steddie shenanigans as a treat! i love you all! 🫶🏼

February 11th, 1987

It’s not that she’s particularly interested in watching E.T. again. It's more so the fact that the back of the VHS box has enough words that she can pretend to read it for an extended period of time without looking suspicious. 

See, Max is a planner. She plans. Plots might actually be a better word. Perhaps even schemes.

Whatever. She plans. 

When the time is right, she executes. 

Luckily, Lucas is good for two (2) things. 

Anything and everything Max asks of him

Causing problems on purpose

That’s how she finds herself here. Pretending to read the back of a movie she’s seen at least ten times while she acts like she’s not able to hear the conversation happening at the Family Video counter.

“Oh come on! It’s for Valentine’s Day!”

Steve stops whatever he’s trying to do on the tv and props a hand on his hip while he levels Lucas with a look.

“What makes you think I don’t have plans already, Sinclair? Huh? I could have my own date to plan for all you know.”

Lucas snorts. “Yeah, right. Please, Steve? I already told Max you said yes so she’s expecting it to be a whole thing! I’ll ask Eddie to drop us off and everything! Plus, my mom said we can only have a date if you chaperone and no offense, but I’m not taking you to a restaurant.”

“Well maybe we need to practice honesty in our relationships,” Steve says, pointing the tv remote at him. “You’re lucky Max is my favorite, or else you would’ve been in deep shit. Now what did you tell her I was cooking?”

Max has to hide a giggle behind the horror movie display at the way Lucas visibly sags in relief. He throws her a wink when Steve turns back to the screen. 

*****

February 12th, 1987

Finding the money is easy. 

It’s not Max’s fault Eddie is an absolute idiot and leaves his wallet in his unlocked van during Hellfire. 

The man is just asking to be a victim of petty theft.

Plus, she doubts he even pays enough attention to the amount of money he has in there anyway. He probably won’t even know it's gone. 

Picking the flowers out wasn’t difficult either. 

Steve’s favorite flowers are tulips, and under any other circumstances they would be the obvious choice. But everyone knows a dozen red roses means true love. 

And it's Valentine’s Day. Come on.

The florist had watched the pair look at all the flowers with a twinkle in her eye. No doubt she thought Lucas was buying them for Max. 

Gross.

Convincing her that they needed them delivered to Family Video on Valentine’s Day was a little trickier.

“No they’re not for me, ew.” and “They’re for a friend.” and “Yes, we know it's last minute.”

But arguably the most difficult part had been choosing what to put on the card. 

They’re sitting on the sidewalk outside the arcade writing and crossing out and writing again while everyone else is inside.

“Lucas, are you kidding me? We can’t just say Happy Valentine’s Day. That’s so lame.”

He throws his hands up in an exasperated gesture. “Well what else? We can’t be all ‘roses are red, violets are blue, I’m a big dumb idiot who won’t make a move.’”

Max snorts a laugh and gives him a conspiratory smile before she starts writing on the back of a receipt.

“No. But you know what we can do?”

*****

February 13th, 1987

“I don’t know… this feels a little risky.”

Max swats at Lucas’s bicep and glares. 

“Just trust me. All we have to do is get Eddie there and his own desperate need to be nosy will do the rest.”

Lucas takes a deep breath in and accepts his fate. “If this doesn’t work it's your fault.”

She just rolls her eyes and shoves him up and off the couch. 

They’re in the Wheeler’s basement finishing up yesterday’s campaign so they can all have Valentine’s day to do their own thing. Eddie called for a ten minute break after Mike and Dustin had to very nearly be physically held back during an argument about what move they should make next. 

He’s propped on the arm of his chair and writing something in a little notebook when Lucas approaches. 

“Uh hey, Eddie? Can I ask you something?”

The older boy raises his eyes up to meet Lucas’s and squints at him.

“Roll for charisma.”

Now it's Lucas’s turn to roll his eyes. “Are you serious?”

Eddie breaks into a bright smile and settles into his seat with a laugh. “Nah, man. What’s up, Sinclair?”

“Are you busy tomorrow? Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day I mean?”

Eddie’s brows furrow and he tilts his head a bit. “No way, dude. I’ll be sitting at home with a movie and a bowl of Wayne’s spaghetti if the past is any indication of how my day will play out. Besides, you know how I feel about all that shit.”

Max squints from her place on the couch braiding El’s hair. She does know how he feels about all that shit. She heard him telling Robin alllllllll about how he wanted to have a real Valentine’s Day date one day. 

She’s grateful at this moment that he’s publicly sticking to his guns. No “forced conformity” in sight.

That would’ve ruined the plan.

“Perfect!” Lucas claps.

Max cringes but he recovers.

“Uh, I mean– I mean that’s perfect for me then! I was going to ask if you could come pick me up from Steve’s tomorrow. He told me he’d let me go through his closet and pick out something to wear.” He looks down and picks at a string on his jacket and Max has to hand it to him. His acting skills are pretty impressive. “I’m taking Max on a real date tomorrow.”

Eddie’s face softens and he cuts the shit with his false bravado almost instantly.

“That’s sweet, man. But why can’t Harrington drive you to Max’s exactly?”

And shit.

Max didn’t think Eddie would question him. Not with the way he drives them places all the time. 

Then again so does Steve. So maybe that was a bit of an oversight.

But Lucas takes it in stride. “Oh he said something about cooking for his own date when I leave.”

Max might be a bit more worried about Lucas’s ability to lie off the cuff if she weren’t so impressed.

Eddie just nods. “Sure, kiddo. I’ll be there at 7 o’clock sharp.”

Easy.

Now they wait.

*****

February 14th, 1987

Max is sitting on the counter swinging her feet while Steve and Robin bicker back and forth about what order the new display movies should go in.

It’s ten minutes before six and she’s starting to get nervous.

Her inner monologue is screaming, “I knew she would forget to deliver them.”

Just about the time she’s going to ask to use Keith’s phone to call Lucas, the florist van pulls up.

Steve furrows his brow and looks at Robin. She just raises her shoulders and shakes her head. He opens the door and leans against it.

A young girl hops out of the passenger seat with the prettiest bouquet of red roses Max has ever seen. She has to bite back her own smile. 

“Hi!” The girl greets while rustling through the leaves to find the card. “Delivery for uh– Stevie?”

Robin snorts and slaps a hand over her mouth.

Steve runs a hand through his hair and stutters out a “I’ll just get those. Yeah– yeah thanks. Have a good one,” and comes back inside.

Max puts on her game face when he puts them on the counter and steps back with his hands on his hips. 

Robin has propped her chin in her hands and is looking on with barely concealed glee.

Max levels him with a bored look. “So… What does the card say?”

He reaches for the card and reads it quietly to himself. If Max isn’t mistaken, his cheeks are dusted with a pink flush.

He smiles and laughs. “They’re from Eds.”

Eds? Gross.

“Dear Stevie, something happened and I'm head over heels. Happy Valentine’s Day. Love, Eddie.”

Robin mimes being struck by Cupid and Steve giggles at her antics and thumbs over the petals of one of the flowers with a soft smile.

Before Max can unpack that, the door bursts open so hard the bell swings into the glass with a clang.

Steve’s head snaps to the door with a “LUCAS!” already ringing out through the store.

He holds his hands up in a placating gesture and catches his breath.

“Sorry! Sorry! Max, you ready to go?”

And, oh. Right. 

She hops off the counter and grabs her bag. Spins around to Robin and Steve with a smile.

She leans in to whisper, “We’re going somewhere on a date tonight. He thinks I don’t know.”

Robin bites back another smile and salutes Lucas while Steve laughs under his breath and grabs his own keys and the vase off the counter.

“Have fun kiddos! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Robin calls out as they take off out the door.

*****

As riveting as the idea of hiding in a bush and watching Steve cook and sing to himself for an hour sounds, in practice it is painfully boring.

“Seriously? We couldn’t have just gone to the arcade until 7 o’clock?” Lucas angry-whispers.

Max adjusts her elbows on her knees so her binoculars are steadier.

“No. We need to be here to make sure everything goes to plan.”

Lucas groans and Max gives him an aggressive shush.

“Steve already liked the flowers and he double checked with me yesterday that you still wanted his homemade pizza. Literally all Eddie has to do is show up and take the bait.”

Now it’s Max who’s groaning. “Ugh, I don’t know, okay! But it's like five minutes ‘til seven anyway so it doesn’t matter.”

It’s just when they see Steve set the plates on either side of the bouquet on the table that they hear the sound of Eddie’s van turning into the driveway.

They both inhale sharply and duck further behind the bushes. 

When Eddie climbs out he looks… nice.

Nice for Eddie at least. 

There’s no chains, no dirty sneakers. Instead there’s a black button up and his nice boots. He’s got his hair half pulled up and all of his earrings in.

Max and Lucas share a bewildered look. Surely he didn’t lie about not having plans tonight, right?

Realistically the two know they’re too far away to hear or be heard but that doesn’t stop them from holding their breath as Eddie knocks on the door.

Steve opens it with a towel slung over his shoulder. He’s dressed the part too. Dark jeans and a dark red sweater, looking exactly like a parent chaperoning a kid’s date.

His smile is bright as he opens the door and gestures for Eddie to come inside. 

They stand beside the foyer window and chat while the two look on through binoculars with bated breath. 

“Surely Eddie’s noticed I’m not there by now, right?” Lucas questions.

Max hums and nods. “Yeah and I’m guessing that Steve has realized Eddie isn’t dropping us off either.”

The two boys throw their heads back in what they can only assume to be hearty laughter from their lack of sound. Steve nods his head towards the kitchen and Eddie gestures for him to lead the way.

“It worked! Max! It actually worked! He’s staying!”

Steve pulls out Eddie’s chair and lights the candles; dims the lights, and takes his own seat.

Max just laughs. “Of course it worked. They’ve been into each other for months! They’re both just too stupid to notice it without a little push!”

They look on in silence as Steve has magically procured a bottle of wine and two glasses and is filling them while they talk.

Lucas smiles and nudges Max with his shoulder. “Dude. Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

She smiles back and punches his arm. “Yeah. Best one ever.”

*****

Meanwhile in the Harrington House

“So, should we tell them?”

Eddie snorts. “Tell them what? That we knew they were trying to set us up or that we’ve been together for four months?”

Now it’s Steve who’s laughing. “I was thinking more about the fact that we can see them in the bushes.”

“Nah. I want to keep that one until I need to sandbag them for something.”

Steve shakes his head and looks at the table.

Eddie grabs his hand and lowers his voice to a whisper. “Hey.”

Steve looks up and meets his eyes, gets a little lost in the way they sparkle in the candlelight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

He lifts Eddie’s hand and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles, the new devil ring Steve gave him before he left this morning.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eds.”

Maybe if Max and Lucas had looked a little closer, they would have noticed that the plates on the table didn’t have homemade pizza, they had spaghetti.

That the bouquet on the table wasn’t a dozen roses.

It was tulips.

#happy valentine's day! #im blowing you a kiss! #lumax celebrating valentine's day by being menaces #its what they deserve! #steddie x lumax shenanigans #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #lumax #stranger things #st fic #gin writes #shot of gin #fin gin #the end of this post may or may not show up on mobile #ya know #because fuck this fucking app #anyway!

[thegoblinboy]

Oh my god, I’m like so stressed but of course I decide to start writing something else while In the midst of writing something else. 🙄 so have a bit of venom steve with spiderman eddie. Promise that Never Say Die will be updated tomorrow after I get out of school (:

Eddies fingers stuck to the ceiling, somehow holding his entire weight. Now, years later he was still confused as to how the hell a ceiling didn’t just collapse when he was crawling across it. There is no explanation for the things he can do. All he knows his that he can do them, and no matter what he’s going to bring Justice for his Uncle. The Harrington’s were the last stone that was left unpicked. The last clue to the mystery. If he didn’t find answers here then Wayne Munson’s death was going to be for nothing. And worst of all his Uncle wouldn’t receive Justice. So that’s how he finds himself crawling around Robert Harrington’s office. Waiting patiently for the older man to leave.

The man’s glasses were falling off his nose, but he was so concentrated on reading his papers that he doesn’t even notice. Whatever that was in those documents must be really important. Eddie moves closer to the window like doors that lead to the balcony. Of course the rich bastard had those. Slowly, and as silent as possible he drops down from the ceiling. Crouching on the carpet, hoping that he didn’t make a wrong move and alert the man. Which was why he hadn’t entered through the doors now behind him. Carefully, he crawls to one of the curtains. Using it as a cover, moving and standing behind it. Becoming one with the cloth. He felt stupid but he didn’t care.

His legs start to ache from standing for so long. Twenty minutes pass before anything exciting happens. Robert Harrington’s doors fling open the rest of the way. A loud crack from the wall, where the door knob created a reasonable hole in. There, stood the most beautiful boy Eddie has ever seen. Wearing a outdated polo and blue jeans. If he wasn’t currently on a mission, he would have fallen on his face from stupidity. He would be lying if he said there wasn’t a slight drool puddle forming in his mask. He knew he was gay, but this guy buried any doubt in his mind (which there was very little to begin with) into the ground.

His eyes have a fiery look to them. Like he was on a rampage of some sort. How a angel like him could possibly hurt a fly was beyond him.

“Stop drooling over Steve Fucking Harrington, Eddie. And focus on what they’re talking about. The suits not catching their voices dipshit.” Henderson’s voice startles Eddie back to his main purpose. If he could move, he would shut off his ear piece the other hand made him. Internally he’s already making note to swat the little shit upside the head when he got home.

Discreetly moving his hand, he subtly rolls one of the gadgets Dustin made him. Watching it roll under Robert Harrington’s desk. The mic catching their voices now. Though Eddie could hear them with the naked ear, Dustin could not.

“Father-” Steve Harrington’s voice is louder then what Eddie imagined it to be. Though he doesn’t understand why he was imagining it in the first place.

“Don’t talk to me like that young man. Remember who you’re talking to.” Mr. Harrington’s voice is in a low growl. Holding his authority the best he can. Though, like with his business the authority he once had over his son was slipping through his finger tips.

“Yeah- I’m talking to Robert Harrington. The biggest fraud of New York City.” Steve has a feral grin on his face. Eddie could barely see him through the curtain, his heart was racing as he’s sure he could see him if he glanced over at any second. “Now- Mom wanted me to tell you, that Dinners done. And that if you don’t go down to eat, she’s going to to cut your balls off.” Steve grins.

“Eddie there’s something off about him.” Dustin’s carefully mumbling into his ear now. “Look at his hands.” He points out.

Eddie listens almost immediately. Eyes flashing towards the others hands that now gripped the corners of his fathers desk. His veins didn’t look right. They looked black? And like they were crawling under his skin. Eddie wasn’t sure what was making his hands to look like that but there was something terribly wrong. He’s heard tales about the Harrington boy. About how he was the nicest one out of them. Now Eddie didn’t personally know him, but his gut was telling him that there was something off about this guy. Most likely he didn’t act like this way normally.

Robert Harrington stands up, jaw set tightly as he moves slamming the book that he was looking through. Moving and closing it in a drawer and locking it shut. Before he’s moving, walking out of the room without a word. Steve’s eyes immediately flicker to the curtain. A amused look on his face as he relaxes his shoulders a bit. “You know there are better hiding places in here.” He says calmly. Hands fidgeting a bit as his veins seem to start to crawl faster. Wrapping themselves around his hands.

Eddie doesn’t see the point in hiding anymore. He moves, walking carefully with his hands up in defense. Steve’s eyes never leave him. “What are you doing in my fathers study?”

“Looking for answers.” Eddie says simply. Sounding vague.

“Hm- mind sharing with the class?” Steve sasses. Crossing his arms over his chest. Hiding his hands, trying to control whatever that was currently happening to his body. Though Eddie could now see that the others veins on his neck were beginning to do the same thing. Moving up to his face, which was scrunching up in a pained expression.

“Eddie.” Dustin’s warns. Sounding a bit to anxious for Eddie’s liking.

“Um- Justice? Hey dude are you alright?” Eddie asks moving forward carefully. Not expecting the other to turn violent. Just as fast as the other entered the office, whatever black substance takes over his body. Reaching out and grabbing ahold of Eddie, before throwing him out the glass door.

Before he is forcefully removed from the others property though, he swears he catches a glimpse of panic and remorse written all over Steve Harrington’s face. Up until whatever that shit was, warps it’s self around his face. Creating a new one. One that he recognized from a few of his past crusades.

Venom

#spiderman eddie munson #venom steve harrington #eddie seemed a bit more spiderman coded #this venom is inspired by the venom from insomniacs venom #I’m so pumped for spiderman 2 #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #like the enemies to lovers would totally slap #Steve learning to work with venom who is sassy as fuck #mood changes with Steve harrington #he’s becoming more assertive then passive #idk if I’ll write more for this

[eddiemunson-fanfic]

Three is the magic number

Steve Harrington x Plus size!F!Reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: possessive!Eddie, threesome, dom!Eddie, shy!Steve, name calling, unprotective sex.

Summary: You end up working with Steve Harrington at Family Video, he noticed you from school, because you used to have some classes together, but he never really spoke to you. You end up having a great time together working overtime from time to time, and Steve develops feelings for you. Little does he know you're already taken.

"Steve, stop it!" Dustin exclaims as Steve ruffles his hair, laughing as Dustin gets frustrated.

"Be nice to your kids, Harrington!" you yell at him, and he pulls away from Dustin, putting his hands up surrendering.

Dustin swat at his chest before he walks over to the counter where you and Robin stand, checking something on the computer for a costumer.

He laughs as he stands beside you, his fingers brushing your side in a flirty manner, but you don't think about it that way. You knew that Steve could be a flirt, and he would always be touchy and nice to you.

Besides, you didn't really bother noticing the flirting because you were deeply in love with your boyfriend. He was the light in your life, and you've been together for a while, planning on moving in together. You just needed to find a place that worked for the both of you.

He had warned you about Steve's flirty demeanor before you started working at Family Video, little did your boyfriend know you used to take classes with him in high school, so you knew he could be flirty. You often saw him in the halls at school cuddling up to Nancy when they were together. When they broke up, he always tried to be flirty with the other girls at school, but something had happened between him being broken up with Nancy, until he was ready to go out there again. He didn't have the same spark as he used to.

You heard the girls calling him a dork, and that he wasn't the same guy he was when he was with Nancy. You saw a change in him, that's for sure, but it wasn't anything negative as the other girls made it seem like it was. He was so sweet towards everyone, never a douche anymore.

That was practically the only reason you never talked to him. He was a jock, and a douchebag, but after Nancy left him, he changed for the better.

Eddie, your boyfriend was always protective of you whenever Steve was near you. Whenever Steve used to walk past you in the hallway, Eddie was like a bodyguard, guarding you with his entire body to make sure Steve didn't have a chance to touch you.

He got a bit sad when you were about to graduate with Steve, Nancy, Jonathan and the others. He wanted to walk that stage with you, but he couldn't. He had flunked a bit to many classes, but you cheered him on the following year, making him do his best, helping him with homework when he needed, just so you could see him walk that stage the next semester, uncle Wayne by your side as you both cried together, watching Eddie flip the principal the bird as he took his diploma, running off stage, finding you and Wayne as you stood of towards the side, proud of him as ever as he embraced the both of you in a victory hug.

"I'm so proud of you, son!" Wayne had cried into Eddie's arms as he held him close, proud of his nephew as he let him go after a while, so Eddie could embrace you in a tight hug, and you showered his face in kisses.

"My baby finally did it! You graduated baby!"

"I wouldn't have done it without your support, baby" he returned the kiss as you kissed eachother hungrily before pulling away.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Steve's voice suddenly sounded, as you looked at him, pulling yourself out of your thoughts as his hand brushed against yours.

You chuckled, pulling your hand close to you as Robin finished helping up the costumer as she turned towards the both of you.

"Last costumer for today, and we can close up!" Robin exclaimed, starting to shut down the computer as you nodded, walking towards the front of the desk, tidying up the candy you were selling as Steve came up to help you as Robin tugged Dustin with her to the back, carrying some of the VHS that were delivered today.

"So, you got any plans after work?" Steve said as he helped you rearrange the candy in front, as you sat down on the floor to fix the stuff all down by the floor.

You looked up at him and shrugged.

You and Eddie never made any plans since it was a Thursday night, and Eddie was hosting another Hellfire session. You knew he would be out late, so you didn't really think that he'd ever show up today, which he normally didn't, so you always got a ride home with Steve most Thursday's because of it.

"Your buddy isn't going to pick you up today?" Steve said, motioning for you to look outside to see the parking lot empty.

"You mean Eddie?" you chuckled, knowing quite well that Steve knew his name.

Steve coughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess I mean Eddie"

"Are you jealous, Harrington?" you joked, and his cheeks flashed a bright red colour as he looked away, not daring to look at you as he blushed.

"Me? No, never!" he tried to shrug it off as he walked over to another pile of VHS that needed to be put up before tomorrow.

"No, I don't have any plans, it's pretty late too, it's almost 9.30"

He thinks about it for a while, before he turns towards you again, facing you as he gives you a sly smile.

"You wanna grab a bite with me or something? We don't need to show up early tomorrow, we got a late shift, and I'm starving!"

You give him a smile and a nod.

"I would love some food right about now! Haven't eaten since lunch"

"That settles it! Let me just get done here, and help Robin finish up, and we'll go grab a bite!" he smiles his biggest smile at you, as he walks to the back, probably on his way to help Robin as Dustin comes back, a huge grin on his face as he walks and sits on the counter.

You look at him, and smiles.

"What?" you chuckle. "And why aren't you at Hellfire?" you ask, suddenly remembering he also is a part of the club.

"You know he has a thing for you, right?" he chuckles as he looks at you, shrugging his shoulders."Eddie said he just wanted to have the big guys there today" he shrugs, rolling his eyes at the thought as he kicks his feet.

You reach your hand out so he could help you up from the floor as he smiles down at you, giving you his hand as he helps you up.

"He does not have a thing for me" you shrug it off, as he huffs at you.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that"

"You ready to go?" Steve says as he walks out to you again, handing you your bag as you nod.

"Absolutely!"

The drive to the place where you were gonna eat was uneventful, just listening to the radio as you drove over.

"What about Robin by the way? She usually gets a ride from you, doesn't she?" you say as he opens the door for you to step out of the car.

"Oh, she is off to her girlfriend for the night, she was picking her up"

Oh, guess that made sense. She has been gushing all week that they were gonna spend the weekend together out of town. Good for you, Robs.

Steve opened the door to the small burger shop, and politely bowed to you. You laughed at his antics and shook your head at him.

"Goof" you say as he winks at you before you walk past him.

You eat most of your meal in silence, just glancing at eachother from time to time, talking about how the work week has been so far, and Steve tips the waiter generoulsy before he takes your hand in his, leading you outside.

It was a bit chilly, so you started to shake a bit from the cold as the chilly air hit you. Steve noticed and handed you his jacket, gently laying it across your back as you gave him a small "thank you"-smile.

The ride home to your place was also uneventful, just chit-chatting a bit about what you were gonna do for the rest of the evening, and he pulled up into your driveway, stopping the car as he moved, facing you.

"I had fun"

"I did too, but I really need a cigarette, you wanna have one with me before you leave?" you offer, and he chuckles, nodding.

"Absolutely!" he smiles as he finds his pack, grabbing another jacket from the back as he steps out of his car, walking over to you, opening the door for you as he hands you a cig.

"You know I got my own pack, right?"

A shiver ran through your entire body as the cold air hits you more than ever.

Steve instinctly scooted closer to you, helping as a small shelter for the cold as his heat radiate off him onto you. You lean into his embrace, not thinking about how close you are as Eddie pulls up, scaring the shit out of you as he closes his car door really hard so you can hear it, making you jump in Steve's arms.

"And what do we have here?" he says, platonical as he absolutely can, not daring to show off how mad he actually is.

"When you can't get a girl for yourself, Harrington, you try to steal mine, is that it?"

Steve's eyes get big as he looks at Eddie, pulling away from you, and you wont have it. Eddie could be jealous if he wanted to, but you were cold, and needed the warmth as you took a drag of your cig, huffing at Eddie as you pulled Steve closer.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't know!"

"Oh, as if you didn't!? You've seen us together man" Eddie was starting to get mad by now, and the possessive side of him were truly showing it's true colours watching you pull Steve closer as Eddie walked up to you, trying to pull you away from him.

"Oh, shut it! The both of you!" you glare at Eddie, as you keep a hand on Steve's chest, feeling how his heart was racing, trying to back off from the situation as you held him in place.

You glared at Steve, and warned him with your eyes not to move before you looked over at Eddie.

"I know you get possessive babe, but Steve was only keeping me warm, because I was cold. I asked him to join me for a cig before he went back home. His parents are never home anyway, and I thought I might keep him for a bit of company so he didn't have to keep going back home to an empty house, all alone." you glared at your boyfriend to back off, feeling sorry for Steve who had to keep going back home to an empty house, never anyone waiting for him to come home.

Eddie softened when you stated your fact, and nodded.

"Sorry babe, but I know what kind of flirt Harrington will and can be"

You huffed, pulling Eddie close, as you placed a soft kiss on his lips, looking up at him, not noticing you still held onto Steve, as he chuckled, placing a hand on yours as to motioning for you to let him go.

The thought of having both these beautiful guys at your mercy, made you horny.

You and Eddie had been talking about wanting to try a threesome before, but never had anyone to do it with. So for now, it was just a fantasy.

You knew that in one way or another, you could pursuade the both of them into trying.

"Eds, I have a suggestion I wanna try out" you tried to say as softly as you possibly could to him, as you looked at him. He looked down at you, looking at you with adoration as the pieces clicked. He knew exactly what you meant, when he saw how your eyes were filled with lust.

"Depends if he's up for it" he said as he looked over at Steve who looked as if he wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

"Up for what?" he asked, his voice a bit shaky as you chuckled, looking up at him.

"You ever thought about having a threesome?"

You wanted to just rip the bandaid of as fast you probably could, so he had an opportunity to back out if he got scared of it.

"Threesome?" his eyes shot up in surprise hearing those words leave your lips at all.

"With you two?" he asked, just for reassurance, and you both nodded as Eddie pulled you into his chest, your back against him, feeling how hard Eddie was from the thought of sharing you with Steve. His bisexual self has always had an eye for Steve, and he often told you about it, so it was as if a dream came true if Steve actually wanted to get down and dirty with the both of you.

You could see something in his eyes shift, as if they got darker as he smirked at Eddie and you.

"If I would!" he exclaimed, surprising the both of you as he adjusted himself in his pants.

You noticed and looked down, seeing his erection struggle, and you gasped.

"Told you he was big, babe" Eddie whispered a bit too loud in your ear, making you swat at his arm.

"Eddie!" you gasped, as he laughed, pulling you into his embrace, kissing your neck, making you giggle.

"I knew you were looking at me in the locker room!" Steve exclaimed, making Eddie look at him as he shook his head, smirking slightly.

"Everyone was looking at you, big boy, even the guys who wasn't gay!" Eddie chuckled, bumping Steve's shoulder as he lead you towards your house.

"Your parents is not coming home this weekend, right?" Eddie asked, making sure you had the place for yourself.

"Yes, they're anniversary is this weekend, you know that. They'll be gone until monday"

"Perfect" he says, kissing your cheek as he looks back at a dumbfounded Steve.

"You coming, big boy?"

"Can you please stop calling me that?" he whines, and you chuckle, swatting Eddie's chest.

"Be nice, babe" you warn him.

He pulls his hands up in a surrendering motion, winking at you as Steve almost bumps into you as you stop to unlock the door, feeling his erection press up against you as he does, before he just as fast as he bumped into you, pulls away.

"Just as clumsy as ever, huh, Harrington?" Eddie continued to tease Steve as his cheeks flushed a pink red.

"Stop it, Eds, be nice, please! You'll scare him away"

"Trust me baby, if I managed to scare Steve away, I'd be surprised"

You walked inside the house, turning on the light in the hallway as you took off your shoes, handing Steve his jacket as he scoffed, waving it off as he undressed his own jacket.

"You keep it, it looks better on you"

You chuckled and smiled at him. You could barely button the jacket, it didn't fit that good. Even if he was a tad bigger than Eddie, his clothes still didn't fit properly.

"You know I'm a big girl, right? This doesn't fit that well"

He just shrugs his shoulders as Eddie comes behind you, pulling you in close, placing a soft kiss to your neck, making you squeal.

"You look perfect no matter what, princess"

His raspy voice sending shivers down your entire body, making you turned on in an instant, trying to push it away, you clear your throat.

His body pressed tight against you, as his lips crashed with yours, you felt yourself getting more and more horny by the second.

At some point, Eddie tugged at Steve's shirt to get him closer, breaking away from the kiss, he ordered Steve to kiss you, but before he had time to react, your lips were on his as you pulled him close to you. He seemed shocked at first, but he melted into you quick, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he kissed you hungrily, a small moan escaping his mouth as you fought for dominance with your tongue in his mouth.

"I didn't think it would be this hot to see my girl kiss another guy, but fuck me" Eddie groaned from the side as he was pressed up against you, leaning down to suck a mark at your neck, making you moan into Steve's mouth.

Steve pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he looked at you and Eddie for a second, biting his lip.

"It's been so long since I had any action at all, that this alone could make me cum in my pants"

Both you and Eddie chuckle at his words as you both look at him. You've been wanting to see his dick so many times, and both you and Eddie has been talking about it from time to time, so you fell down to your knees in front of him, looking up at him as you helped him out of his pants.

"I can help with that" you smiled, as you pulled his pants down, Eddie's hand in your hair as he stepped closer, you could hear him chuckle.

"Her throat is like fucking magic man" Eddie chuckled, looking at you as you dragged down Steve's boxers, his dick springing free, making that small jump as he was freed, gasping when you wrapped your hands around him.

"I knew you were big, but damn" you whispered, before your lips wrapped around his tip, Eddie massaging your scalp as you licked the pre cum off Steve's tip, making Steve gasp and moan, his head falling back as you could feel his dick throb in your hand.

"Such a slutty little good girl for us" Eddie praised you.

This encouraged you to push as much of Steve as you could down your throat, choking slightly on his length as his head fell back again, his hand travelling up to your hair, pushing you down more as you choke and try to catch your breath.

"I'm gonna cum" he warns, which encourages you even more, bobbing your head faster up and down his length, until he stills completely, and you can feel him shoot his load down your throat.

When you pull his dick out of your mouth with a pop, he looks down at you and chuckles before he looks up at Eddie and chuckles again.

"You're right man, her throat is magic"

What a damn confidence boost. You smiled to yourself, patting yourself mentally on your shoulder as you looked up at Eddie.

"Daddy?"

You ask softly, making Eddie look down at you, reaching down to place a soft kiss to your lips before he smiles and pulls away.

"Yes princess?" he hums, looking into your eyes, you could see his were blown by lust.

"I want you inside me" you state, looking between the both of them as you wiggle underneath Eddie's touch. "The both of you"

This ignites something in Eddie as he looks at Steve.

"You ready, big boy?"

You must have blacked out for a while, because now you were heavy panting with Steve and Eddie inside you, both stretching out your pussy as you felt yourself cumming around them, Eddie praising you for being his sweet and adorable cock slut as he pounded into you.

You looked at them both, their hair clinging to their foreheads from sweat as they panted heavily, grunting and moaning in unison as they filled you up with their cum, making you cum once more feeling it fill you up.

You collapsed with Steve and Eddie on each side of you after they pulled out, you cockdrunk, giggling, leaning over to Eddie to peck his lips, smiling against his lips.

"I love you" you said, and he chuckled, grabbing your chin to kiss you more passionate before he pulled away.

"I love you, but remember, you're still mine"

Hearing Eddie telling you you were his made your entire body ignite in a whole different way than anything. You loved his possessive side when this was the outcome. You felt safe.

"Thank you" you both jerked your head towards Steve, as he chuckled, propping himself on his elbows as he looked at you both.

"Thank you for this" he smiled, and you rolled over, your back against Eddie as Eddie pulled you close, kissing your neck as you moaned slightly.

"Can we maybe do this again?" Steve asked after a small pause, his cheeks turning crimson red as he looked at you both.

You reached out to grab his hand as Eddie stopped kissing your neck, nodding, whispering into your ear to tell Steve what you wanted.

"Ofcourse Steve, anytime" you smiled, and he looked down at your tits quick before he looked up at Eddie, asking silently if he could suck on your tits, and Eddie nodded as you giggled.

"Come here" you motioned for him to come closer, and his lips were wrapped around your nipple in an instant, making you moan.

You loved this. Having Eddie groping you, kissing your neck, his erection pressing against you as Steve were sucking on your nipples, loosing himself completely, being in his own little world as he did.

You were exactly where you were suppose to be. Sandwiched between the most awesome guys you have ever met. And you would do it all again if you got the opportunity.

~~~

I feel like the ending was shit, but idk, hope you guys liked it!

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[elisela]

warning system buck x eddie, g, humor, soulmates happy birthday week @eddiediaz!!

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“The guy at the store said it was highly rated,” Buck says, holding the broken-off wand from the espresso maker in his hand. “And on sale?”

Eddie’s eyebrows do the judging thing and Buck rolls his eyes. “I told you the consumer reviews weren’t very positive,” he says. “Take it back and get the one we actually talked about, even though it doesn’t make fancy latte art.”

Buck grimaces and rubs the back of his neck. “About that,” he says, because sale had actually meant final sale and maybe he understands why now. Eddie does the eyebrow thing that means he’s actually annoyed now and shakes his head on the way out of the kitchen. Buck hears the thump at the same time a dull flare of pain spreads across his elbow, and he scowls. “Jerk!” he calls out, rubbing at it even though it’s already gone.

“Dumbass,” Eddie calls back.

Buck chases him into the backyard, needing to see him, and then somehow they’re up against the fence making out.

--

If Buck had been in charge of the whole soulmate business, sharing injuries is not what he would have gone with. Because people? They get hurt a lot. Especially when you’re a first responder, especially when you’re young and doing stupid things to get your parent’s attention. It’s also incredibly easy to lie, or to trick yourself into thinking you’d felt something—the whole system just doesn’t work.

Of course—it’d worked for him, because there was no way Eddie could mistake the flash of pain in his leg while Buck was laying underneath a fire truck, but he still maintains that it’s really just one big inconvenience. The only upside is that the pain is nowhere near actually painful; closer to a warning system than anything else, a shock to let you know the person you love is injured and then a muted ache until you see them again.

It’s inconvenient.

It’s also incredibly useful when you’re annoyed.

--

The heat isn’t unbearable no matter what Eddie says. He’d grown up in Texas, for God’s sake, he can’t possibly consider 92° “too hot” to do the dishes. Buck rolls his eyes the first day, looks pointedly at the sink on the second, and hip checks the kitchen counter on the third.

“It’s not even half-full,” Eddie yells from the other room, which isn’t the point, the point is that Buck had just hauled his ass outside to mow the yard because it’s his job and somehow Stacy from the Homeowner’s Association knows when their grass is even one centimeter past the approved length.

“You’re the one who gets mad if Chris leaves dishes in his room,” Buck yells back, “this is just as bad.”

“No, these are rinsed and waiting for the dishwasher,” Eddie says, coming into the room, hand trailing across Buck’s shoulders as he walks by and opens the refrigerator. “The ones in his room definitely are not.” He tosses Buck a water bottle and Buck watches as his eyes trail downward, following the sweat he feels running from the hollow of his neck towards his bellybutton. “You should shower.”

He uncaps the bottle and tilts his head back, swallowing half of it down in one go. “You could join me,” he says, glancing at the clock. “Chris won’t be home for another hour, plenty of time to get a little dirtier before we get clean.”

Eddie’s lips quirk up, and he pulls off his shirt and throws it at Buck’s face. “Stop talking,” he says. “You’re ruining the mood.”

--

“And then,” Buck says, spinning the handle and knocking the ball back to Chim’s side, “he says—oh son of a bitch—Eddie!” The pain is already gone in his toe, and he looks around wildly, wondering what the hell happened until Eddie appears at the top of the stairs, damp hair flattened down.

“I told you to stop using my gel,” Eddie says, and Buck swats at him as he walks by. “You could have at least told me instead of putting the empty bottle back in my bag.”

“I’m sorry, are you accusing me of using your dollar store hair gel?” Buck asks, because—no. “Pretty sure that’s a Diaz only thing. Go talk to your son.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at him and then looks sheepish. “Sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Buck says, and swings around to face Hen. “Give me that book, a few papercuts should do it.”

Chim straightens up and stares at him. “You’re going to give yourself papercuts—which will hurt you more in the long run—to annoy your husband.”

“Yep,” Buck says, and laughs as Eddie wrestles him to the ground.

#buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #humor #soulmates #happy birthday week may!!! #ilysm and i hope you have a good day!

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The Royal Series | Pt. VI

The Royal Series Masterlist

"What do you mean I have to take him with me? I'm going on a two- day trip with my friends." You asked your grandmother in shock.

"Which is why it's the perfect way to get to know each other. I know you don't like following the formal way so do it your way." She told you before sipping her tea.

You laughed in disbelief, shaking your head before looking at your grandpapa, Prince Philip, "Please say something."

"Darling," Prince Philip sighed before looking at his wife. "You know how Y/N hardly gets to go on vacation with her friends and this seems like a duty."

You motioned with your hands at him as you looked at her, mouthing an "Exactly.”

"Fred is 26, he will fit in with Y/N and her group of friends."

"Why are you doing this?" You whispered, leaning back on your chair in defeat.

She put her hand on top of yours, looking at you with soft eyes. "It's for the best. For you."

You shook your head, "This isn't what I want. It’s what the government wants. What you think is best."

"It's what you need." She finished for you before standing up, making you stand. "Amsterdam is an exotic place. I expect you to not do anything you might regret, sweetheart." She told you before looking down at one of her corgis, Willow.

"Oh, can I hold Fred's hand? Maybe steal a kiss or two." You said sarcastically, knowing well that you were pushing her buttons, something that made Prince Philip snicker under his breath.

"Y/N," she looked at you, "As long as it's nothing that can be held against you, harm you or downgrade you, you're free to do anything you please."

"Free," you chuckled before nodding. "Yes, Ma'am."

After she left the room, you were left with your granpapa who instantly approached you and put his arm around your shoulders, his sympathetic eyes looking at you. "But you have fun on your trip. I'm sure Fred isn't half bad."

"I know he isn't, Papa." You sigh, feeling him squeeze your shoulder. "I feel so pressured."

"Everything will be alright, darling. You just have fun for me, will you?”

//

"How was your nap?" You asked Fred politely as you and your friends sat, having breakfast in the hotel.

"Very satisfying," he chuckled, pouring himself a cup of tea. "What about you?"

"Haven't really slept. Nia and I decided to play monopoly instead." You chuckled, adjusting your jacket.

"Hear it from us first, Princess Y/N of the UK breaks royal rule and plays Monopoly. Scandalous!" Fred said in a dramatic reporter voice, making you laugh.

"Come on, you must have broken a lot of rules before."

He nodded, "I don't really go by the rules." He shrugged before chuckling, “Except for that necklace I gifted you, I’m sorry. That was my mother’s doing.”

"How scandalous and vulgar." You joked, putting a hand on your heart dramatically.

"Your Royal Highnesses are needed in our conversation." Your friend, Nia, joked. You and Fred looked at her together, "We were saying we should go canal cruising right away. Although I'm scared to shit."

"Why? Not a fan of water?" Fred asked her.

Nia shook her head, laughing. "I'm a terrible swimmer. Can't rescue myself if I ever fall."

"It's true. She swims like a sad cat." Eddie joked, laughing more when Nia swatted his arm.

"It's alright, we'll all be together so I doubt you won't get rescued if you fall." Fred smiled, putting his loosely crossed arms on the table.

"Are you saying we can fall off?" Emma asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Fred instantly straightened his posture and shook his head, looking back and forth between Nia and Emma. "I didn't mean that. Not that way."

Emma laughed, "I'm just joking."

"Oh." He chuckled, scratching the nape of his neck.

"Well, it's comforting knowing that we have a professional swimmer with us. Very assuring." Trevor said before putting his fork down, "Because Y/N here, said she was skipping on this activity."

They all nodded, knowing what you already told them. You gave them a sheepish smile, shrugging, "Sorry."

"Don't apologize. You fucking better make use of these 4 hours we're gone in." Nia pointed at you.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Also send us pictures." Farrah said, elbowing you.

"You're all embarrassing."

//

"Do I look bizarre?" You ask one of your personal guards, Andrew, motioning to yourself. You had a "Treat People With Kindness" black hoodie, the hood covering your head, black trousers and your black vans on. You had your sunnies on, opting to not get recognized.

Andrew shook his head, "You don't, Your Highness. I don't believe people would notice."

"Told you to call me Y/N, Andy." You chuckled, taking your phone out.

"It's a habit." Your other guard, Sid, said.

You chuckled again as you texted the one person whom you were impatiently waiting for.

I'm outside x

Almost instantly, you received a reply.

I'll let Jeffery come and get you x

You waited for about 3 minutes before the black door in front of you opened and out came a grinning Jeff. "Your Highness, good to see you again."

You smiled, "Just Y/N. And thank you, Jeffrey. It's good to see you, too."

"Just Jeff." He corrected you teasingly as you walked inside and backstage. "Harry has been all over the place since we knew you're coming. Doesn't shut up about you. Don’t tell him I said that though."

You felt your cheeks heat up, only giggling in response. You stopped in front of a brown door that had "DRESSING ROOM" beside it.

"He's inside." Jeff said, knocking. "Harry?"

"Come inside!"

You grinned, glancing at your guards who chuckled and took a step back. "We'll wait here." Sid said.

Jeff opened the door for you, motioning for you to go inside.

You took off your sunnies, holding them in your hands instead as your eyes fell on the man in ruffles in front of you who was looking down, his head snapping up once he noticed your presence.

"Y/N," Harry breathed out softly as his face broke into a grin, taking long strides towards you before wrapping his arms around you, his head buried in your neck as he brought your body closer to his. "I missed you."

Your arms around his shoulders squeezed him tighter, closing your eyes as you let his warmth engulf you. "I missed you, too, H."

At the nickname, Harry felt himself smile. He pulled back, his hands moving to your face as he softly and so gently stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. "H, huh?"

You let out a small nervous chuckle, shrugging as you wrapped your arms around his torso and looked up at him. "It slipped."

"I love it." He confessed quietly.

Your hands moved to his arms that were covered by the silky shirt, feeling so soothing and satisfying under your fingers as you looked at him. "This is the part when you kiss me." You teased him, feeling your faces get closer.

"And this is when you kiss me back."

If you could describe Harry's lips against yours, you'd use the word "melting.”

Melting was what you felt, slowly letting the feeling of his lips on yours let you loose. Melting went your worries and everything around. Melting went all the judgement and overthinking. Harry's lips absolutely melted you.

Pulling away with a smack and smiles, Harry pecked your lips once again softly. "You have very kissable lips."

"Yeah?" You looked up at him.

"Yeah." Harry confirmed, leaning down to steal one more soft and quick kiss.

"I like the ruffles." You said, running your hands through them.

"Jeff says I look like I came from the wrong era." Harry said, looking down at himself.

You laughed, shaking your head. "You look just fine. I told you that you would."

"’Nough about me. Nice sweatshirt." Harry's lips turned to a smug smirk, looking down at you wearing his own merch. "I was so nervous that I got Farrah's address wrong and it wouldn't be delivered there though."

"I told you I can get it online."

"And I told you to consider it as a gift." Harry shrugged. "Can you help me with my hair? It won't-" Harry patted his head, looking up, "It won't sit."

You laughed, taking a hold of his wrist to get it away from his head.

"Sit down." You urged him to the vanity chair, him sitting and giving you a wide toothed comb. You began to softly comb it, enjoying how luscious and soft in felt. "So, are you coming tonight?"

Harry looked at you through the mirror, his eyes focused on how concentrated you looked as you combed his hair gently with a faint smile on his face. "Do you think your friends will like me?"

"You already liked Farrah as far as I know and she liked you. My friends are fun to be around, promise." You nodded, glancing at him through the mirror before looking at his hair.

"What were their names again?"

"Eddie, Nia, Trev and Emma." You replied instantly before your move hitched, pursing your lips. "And-and Fred." "Fred?" Harry repeated, "Don't remember a Fred in the text you sent me a couple of days ago."*

"Yeah, he's just," You gulped, shrugging your shoulders. "He's just a friend of ours that joined last minute."

Harry nodded, his index and thumb moving to graze his bottom lip; something you picked on was a habit of his when he felt nervous or in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked gently, putting the comb down before softly beginning to run your fingers through his hair to fluff it.

Harry sat up straight, lacing his fingers together in his lap as you both looked at each other through the vanity mirror. "You know I don't consider you a fling, don't you?"

"Uh," your eyes moved to look at his hair again instead of him, shaking your head slightly. "I didn't actually."

"So you," Harry paused, stopping your hands from moving by grabbing them and putting them around his shoulders instead. "You think you're a fling?"

You shrugged, feeling his thumbs gently stroke your knuckles. "I don't know, I-" You stopped, "I don't really know what do you consider me, Harry. Whether you see this going anywhere or you're scared. Or if you feel like I'm too much to handle or not. I don't know if you think this is worth it. Or if-if you just think this is adventurous and risky, gives you that thrilling feeling. It happened to me right after uni and I think I stopped understanding people's intentions ever since. When it comes to that I mean." You confessed, giving him a pursed smile after you finished as you looked back at him. "I don't have history, Harry. I don't-" You paused, shaking your head as you let out a low laugh, "I don't know."

"Y/N," Harry said softly, holding your hand and moving you till you were in front of him, letting you stand between his legs as he looked up at you.

His hands moved to hold your waist, looking up at you as you rested your hands on his shoulders. "Then I will tell you what you don't know. What you should know is that I like you. I really do. I don't care about your status or if you have guards around you all the time. Fuck it, I don't even care if I have to wait for you for three hours outside your flat and behind bushes because your grandmother isn't with us being together. I," Harry chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, "Call me a sap, a total cliché tosser but I have never felt like this about anyone before, Y/N. So here I am, an hour before my show begins, with everyone outside and the world oblivious to me having Her Highness Princess Y/N of the United Kingdom in my hold and me only caring about everything that you wish you can show to everyone, including your family, and about being there when you try new takeout," he chuckled,

"And what I'm trying to ask you is, do you want us to be-" Harry stood up, towering over you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

And there you stood; oblivious to his heartbeats that Sarah could probably use instead of her drums, his body hot and his nerves feeling as though they were about to get wrecked.

"Do you want us to be together? Exclusive?" Harry asked, "Do you want to be my girlfriend, Y/N?"

You let out a small laugh of shock, looking up at him before raising your eyebrows. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious." He nodded.

Instantly, your hands cupped his cheeks and you brought your lips to his in a deep, strong kiss, tilting his head slightly to feel all of it before pulling away. "Are you sure?"

"I can't stop," Harry said, almost heaving, "I can't stop thinking about you," he pecked your lips, "Kissing you," he kissed you again. "Knowing that you're mine. That I'm yours. I can't fucking stop thinking about it, Y/N.” His hands were than tangled in your hair after dropping your hood, his eyes looking into yours. "Fuck," He licked his lips, glancing at yours before looking back into your eyes. "What have you done to me, you minx?”

You giggled, "I haven't done," You shook your head. "Anything.”

"Lies." He joked with a smile drawn on his face.

"Think I just became your girlfriend."

At the confirmation, Harry only pressed his lips to yours.

//

"What do you mean you didn't tell him about Fred?" Emma asked as you sat on her bed in the hotel, watching as she towel-dried her hair.

"I mean I didn't tell him about Fred. I told him that he's our friend."

"Why did you do that? You're together now, Y/N. He should know." Nia said, plopping beside you on the bed.

"What do I say?!" You groaned, "Hey Harry, by the way, I'm somewhat arranged to marry Prince Fred by my grandmother and the government. Hope it's alright." You sarcastically said.

"Okay, I don't think she should tell him." Nia said, looking at your other friends. You chuckled, shaking your head at how easily convinced she was.

"It sounds bad," Farrah said before turning to look at you as she fixed her hijab, "But put yourself in his shoes. What if he knows about it later when it's already too messy?"

"I won't let it reach that. I'm going to do something about it." You said, glancing at your friends. "It's not like I'm going to allow that marriage."

"Still." Nia said before she popped her newly red-coloured lips.

"If I really did put myself in his shoes and I know that the woman I'm with is basically arranged to marry someone else, I'll probably run off because what's the point of fighting against the queen and the country’s fucking government? I’ll be done for." You opened your arms questioningly.

"Didn't you say that he told you he doesn't care if he hides behind the bushes because your grandma doesn't support you?" Farrah asked, pointing her mascara at you. You nodded. "Then there you have it. A keeper."

You sighed, about to drop on your back when Nia's hand on your back stopped you. "You ironed that suit. Don't mess it up because your life is fucked up."

"Wise words." You mumbled, sitting up. You nodded, standing up and looking at them. "Alright I'll tell him,"

"Yes." They all breathed out, nodding.

"When it's the right time." You continued, hearing them groan in response. "We've just got together today!"

"Look, baby," Emma approached you, putting her hand on your shoulder, "We'll be here for you whenever you decide to do whatever you want. You're a grown woman and you handle complicated shit everyday in your life. We trust you, okay?"

You smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Em."

"I second Em."

"Third her." Farrah smiled at you, blowing you an exaggerated kiss.

"That jumpsuit looks good on you, by the way."

"Speaking of looking good," Nia began, standing up and scrunching her curly hair as she looked in the mirror. "Fred isn't half bad. He's decent."

You, Emma and Farrah looked at each other with surprised smirks before looking at Nia who noticed the change in the room, looking back at you. "What?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Emma challenger her teasingly.

"Like I just told you I want to shove my tongue down his throat." Nia replied.

"Your words, not ours." You teased her, laughing when she gave you a "come on!"

You raised your hands up in surrender, "Just think I should let you know that I'm a taken woman and as far as I know, he's single."

"You three," Nia pointed at you, raising her eyebrows, "Are shit, do you know that?"

"Come on, it's almost 7. We better leave." Farrah said, checking her phone.

Meeting with the guys in the lobby and getting into the cars, you all drove towards the restaurant which Eddie told you was one of the best. Harry had texted you prior, telling you that he was almost there.

"Better early or I won't get the friends approval." He had texted.

Walking behind Trevor who turned to look at you over his shoulder, "Can I give him the if-you-hurt-her-I-hurt-you talk?"

"Absolutely not." You scolded him under your breath before chuckling.

"Geez, fine. Guess I'll stick to the embarrassing stories."

"Trev-" Trevor speeded off while snickering, letting you stop behind Fred.

"You look nice, Y/N." Fred smiled softly at you.

"Thank you, Fred. So do you." You smiled back, nodding your head.

"I was uh," he cleared his throat, looking behind you for a second. "I was meaning to ask you about something."

You nodded, urging him to. "Sure, what is it?"

"Is Nia-" He looked behind you again before lowering his head and voice, "Is she seeing anyone?"

Not knowing how to contain the grin, you glanced behind you at her before looking back at Fred. "She isn't actually. Want me to put in a good word for you?"

"No, no, I-" He shook his head instantly before looking down at you, "Would you? Would you do that?"

You hummed, nodding. "Of course."

He nodded, "Yeah, that would be-that would be nice."

You chuckled before nodding at him and looking in front of you, grinning when your eyes fell on the one person you absolutely wanted to kiss.

"Come on. Let's meet that boyfriend of yours." Emma whispered in your ear as you all walked towards the table where Harry stood, his hands behind his back and a welcoming smile on his face.

You were almost standing in line, watching your friends greet Harry who was grinning, shaking everyone's hand.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Harry." Emma smiled at him before sitting down; not before looking at you and giving you a discreet “ok” hand sign and a thumb up.

You approached him, smiling when he quickly leaned in, greeting you with a peck on your lips. "You look incredible." He whispered.

"You look handsome, too." You replied. Harry pulled your seat out for you, making you sit near him as he sat at the head of the table, you sitting on the first chair to his left.

"Y/N told me you went on a canal cruise, how was it?" Harry asked, smiling as his hand rested on your knee.

And so, the conversation started flowing naturally and easily, filled with laughter and playful banter.

"I saw the video, that one you posted on your Instagram story," Eddie pointed at you before looking back at Harry, "You're bloody talented, mate."

"Right? You have amazing vocals, Harry." Farrah agreed.

You smiled as you looked at Harry, seeing his cheeks slightly turn to faded pink, making you put your hand on his on your knee. "You should hear him live. It's exactly like the studio version." You told them.

"Hey! We should definitely go once." Emma suggested, looking around at everyone on the table who agreed.

"You're welcome to any time." Harry politely said with a sheepish smile.

"Any time isn't convenient to these two royal highnesses." Trevor motioned with his hand at you and Fred, making your smile falter slightly.

Harry's eyebrows raised before looking at Fred, "Oh, excuse me. I wasn't aware that you were-."

You looked down, your ears almost perked at the conversation as the girls eyed you. Fred chuckled, nodding. "Eh, piss off,” he joked, “It doesn't matter. I'm probably going to give it up as soon as I can."

"Oh," Harry almost absentmindedly began rubbing your knee with his thumb, affectionately. "But why? If I may ask so."

"Y/N can tell you about it or she probably already did. Expectations, force, control, all that. No offense to you, darl," Fred looked at you for a second before looking back at Harry. "It's the whole marriage thing that tipped me off." "Marriage?" Harry asked confusingly, seeming interested in the talk.

"You know what? I think royal talk is the last thing we need right now," Nia interrupted them, you releasing a breath. "Harry, where's your next show?"

#the royal series #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x princess

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Buddie 9: you meant too much to me

Here you go, and thanks for the prompt! 💜

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The house is filled with sounds of laughter and happy chatter from the group gathered in the living room of the Diaz residence. Despite the plan for a backyard barbeque being unexpectedly rained out, everyone is in high spirits. Bobby had quickly gotten to work improvising on the food and saved the day with the help of Athena. 

Now everyone is sitting back and relaxing and enjoying their time together. 

Buck always loves moments like this. When he’s surrounded by his friends and family. Today they have a new member with them as baby Lydia rests snuggly in Christopher’s arms. Buck watches as Eddie leans over the back of the couch and smiles down at her. 

“Ever think about having another one of your own?” Athena asks him.

Eddie looks over at her, the smile not leaving his face. “I don’t know. I have everything I need right here, and I’m pretty happy with that.”

His gaze returns to Christopher, who smiles up at him. “We’re a team.”

“That we are,” Eddie says.

“Well, teams can be pretty big,” Hen says and shoots a wink at Eddie.

Eddie huffs out a laugh, “True.”

“I could see you with a baby,” Maddie says. “You’re great with Lydia. And Christopher would be a wonderful big brother.”

Buck knows that everything they’re saying is true. It’s something he’s found himself thinking. Not a lot, but often enough. When he lets his mind wander and imagine a future with Eddie. One where they raise Christopher and have a kid of their own and grow old together. It’s a nice thought but not realistic. Because while he might be around to see Christopher grow up and Eddie get older, it won’t be the way he wants it to. He long ago accepted that. He’s fine with it. As long as he gets to be in their lives, he’ll be happy. But nights like tonight, all those feelings come rushing to the surface, and he wants. He wants so damn bad. 

Buck makes a hasty retreat to the kitchen, only stopping to grab the last of the dishes off the dining room table. At least with this, he’ll have somewhat of an excuse for fleeing the room. If anyone even noticed. 

He puts the dishes in the sink and turns the water on. He knows he could just use the dishwasher, and he usually would, but he needs something to do with his hands. 

The kitchen door opens, but Buck doesn’t turn, afraid that if he does, he’ll see Eddie there. And he can’t look at him right now. Not when he’s afraid his emotions are written all over his face.

“Buck?” But of course, it’s not Eddie but Maddie that’s come to find him. “What on earth are you doing?”

“The dishes,” Buck says.

“I can see that,” Maddie says and moves to stand next to him. She leans against the counter and frowns. “But why?”

“So that Eddie doesn’t have to worry about it when the party is over,” Buck shrugs.

Maddie purses her lips, “Are you sure that’s all?”

“What else could there be?”

“I don’t know,” Maddie says. “Maybe that you’re hiding.”

Buck glances at her before turning back to the dishes. “I’m not hiding. I have no reason to hide.”

“Right, so that’s why you ran out of the room and decided to do the dishes,” Maddie says.

“I told you…”

“That you’re helping Eddie,” Maddie says. “And as much as I’m sure he’d appreciate that, I’m sure he’d rather have you out there with everyone else instead.”

She makes a good point. But Buck still isn’t ready to go. Nonetheless, he turns off the water and dries his hands before turning to face Maddie. “I just needed a minute.”

“Is something wrong?” Maddie asks, concern taking over her face as she reaches out and touches his arm. “Did something happen?”

Buck shakes his head, “No. Nothing happened. I just…”

“What is it?”

“I want that,” Buck says. “I want… I want to have a family, Mads.”

“Oh, Buck, you will,” Maddie insists. “One day, you’ll find someone and…”

“But I already have!” Buck says. “I just… I can never have him.”

“So this is about Eddie,” Maddie says.

“No.”

“Evan.”

Buck sighs. “Fine, yes. Okay. It is.  I saw him with Christopher and Lydia, and everyone was talking about him having another kid, and I just… I love him so damn much. I want that with him. And I shouldn’t.”

“Buck…”

A plate clatters to the floor, and Buck turns, eyes wide. Eddie’s standing there, his hands raised in front of him, either not knowing or not caring that the plate he was holding is no longer in his hands. His eyes are enormous and trained right on Buck. And there’s only one explanation for his reaction. He’d heard exactly what Buck had said.

“Oh god,” Buck whispers.

“I’ll umm, I’ll leave you two to talk,” Maddie says.

She stops and squeezes Eddie’s arm on the way by and then disappears out the kitchen door, leaving Buck and Eddie alone.

“Eddie…”

Eddie seems to snap out of his daze. He bends down and picks up the plate, and then crosses the room towards Buck. He’s silent the whole time, and it does nothing to settle Buck’s nerves. Finally, after what feels like hours, but in reality has probably only been two minutes, Eddie stops and turns to face him. He crosses his arms and stares at Buck, his face unreadable. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Wh—?"

"You know what? Don't answer that," Eddie says. He shakes his head and laughs. It sounds wrong. There's a bitterness to it that Buck hates. "It's clear I'm just not enough."

He starts to turn away, and Buck jumps into action, reaching out to stop him. He half expects Eddie to pull away when he touches his arm, but he doesn't. He stays where he is with his head turned away from Buck, waiting. 

"That's not true," Buck says. "You've always been more than enough."

"Then why not say anything?"

"You meant too much to me," Buck says softly. He knows Eddie hears him from the way his face pinches. "I didn't want to lose you."

"Buck…"

"I'd rather love you from a distance than not have you in my life at all," Buck shrugs.

Eddie looks at him, his gaze searching Buck's face. "You won't lose me," Eddie tells him. "Especially not over this."

“I won’t?” Buck asks. Even after all this time, Buck still has his doubts. There’s a part of his mind that tells him people are always going to leave him. That’s what they do. So why should Eddie be any different?

Except he is. Eddie has been different from the beginning. He knows Buck better than anyone, maybe even Maddie, about some things, and he’s still here. 

“No,” Eddie says. “You won’t. Not over this. Not ever.”

“But…”

"I love you, too, Buck," Eddie cuts in.

Buck's head is swimming. Of all the outcomes he’d agonized over, Eddie returning his feelings had been low on the list of possibilities. But here he is, smiling that soft smile that Buck is so fond of. His eyes are shining, and now that Buck has heard him say the words, he knows exactly what to call the feeling he sees there. Love. 

Which means…

Buck swats his arm, and Eddie's eyes widen. "What was that for?"

"Why didn't you say anything?" Buck asks him. 

Eddie rubs the back of his neck, his lips twitching up into a smile. "I guess the same reasons as you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship or risk losing you if you didn't feel the same way."

"We're both idiots," Buck says. 

"Clearly."

"I can think of one way to make it up to each other," Buck says and steps into Eddie's space.

Eddie tracks his movements, his hands reaching for Buck as soon as he's close enough. One lands on his hip and tugs him closer, while the other goes to his jaw. His fingers brush across his skin, and Buck forgets how to breathe for a few long seconds, let alone think. 

Eddie chuckles and rests his head against Buck's. "You still with me?"

"Mmhmm."

"What's your idea?"

Buck frowns. "My idea?"

"For how we can make it up to each other," Eddie clarifies. 

Buck blinks his eyes open and meets Eddie’s amused gaze. "Oh, that."

"Yes, that," Eddie says. "I'm pretty sure I know, but I want to hear it from you."

Buck smiles and uses a hand on the back of Eddie's neck to pull him in. "I want to kiss you. If you're okay with that."

"So okay," Eddie says. "More than okay."

With those few words, Buck finally lets himself give in to the desire to something he’s been dreaming of for years. He kisses Eddie. It’s soft at first, just a chaste brush of lips before he pulls back. His eyes search Eddie’s face, and Eddie’s do the same. He’s not sure who moves first, maybe they both do, but the next minute they’re kissing again. The passion and hunger of the kiss have Buck’s head swimming. He clings to Eddie, trying to get closer. 

“Hmm, I’d say that definitely makes up for it,” Eddie murmurs against his lips when they finally have to pull back for air.

Buck grins and rests his head against Eddie’s. “It’s a good start.”

“A good start?” Eddie laughs. “Did it not meet your expectations?”

“Oh, it more than met them,” Buck says. “But it never hurts to be thorough.”

“Of course,” Eddie says. His thumb strokes Buck’s jaw as he kisses him again, slow, lingering.

Buck sighs, practically melting into Eddie’s arms.

“We should probably get back out there,” Eddie says. 

Buck pouts. “Do we have to?”

“If we don’t, it won’t be long before someone comes looking for us,” Eddie says.

“Maddie will hold them off,” Buck says.

Eddie bites his lip, and Buck can tell he’s thinking it over. “How about this? We go out there and enjoy the night with our friends, and then when it’s all over, you can stay, and we can see just how thorough we can be.”

“Christopher…”

“Is spending the night with Hen and Karen,” Eddie says.

“Well then, Mr. Diaz, I guess I’m all yours for tonight,” Buck says.

“Just tonight?” Eddie asks.

“And every night for the rest of our lives,” Buck says. “If you want.”

“I can’t think of anything I want more,” Eddie says. “Because I meant it, you know? When I said I had everything I needed. I wasn’t just talking about Christopher. I meant you, too.”

Buck feels his eyes starting to tear up, and he laughs, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears. “You’re both everything I need, too.”

Eddie smiles and pecks his lips, “Well then, let’s go see our boy, shall we?”

Buck nods but still feels the loss when Eddie steps back. Eddie must notices because he grins and holds out his hand. Buck doesn’t hesitate before taking it and letting Eddie lead him out of the room and down the hall to the living room.

“Well, there you two are,” Athena says. “We were starting to worry about you.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says. “Buck just needed help with the dishes.”

Bobby’s eyes drift down to their joined hands, and he raises an eyebrow, “Dishes, huh? Is that what they’re calling it now?”

Eddie sits down and tugs Buck’s hand until he sits beside him, right between him and Christopher. “They do dishes together because they’re a team,” Christopher says.

“That’s right,” Eddie says.

“And it’s good to be thorough,” Buck says and winks at Eddie.

Eddie coughs and ducks his head. Buck feels a sense of pride and the slight pink tint to his cheeks. 

“Why do I feel like I’m missing something?” Chimney asks.

“Probably better if we don’t know,” Hen says. “At least not with little ears present.”

The look she shoots Buck and Eddie says that this won’t be the end of the conversation. Which is fine. It’ll give them time to talk before they have to decide what to tell everyone. For now, he’s just happy to be here surrounded by all the people he loves. He meets Maddie’s gaze, and she smiles a knowing smile and gives him a thumbs up. He grins back and mouths a silent “thank you” in return. 

He turns his head when he feels Eddie’s arm settle over his shoulders. Eddie raises an eyebrow, a silent question of whether it’s okay. Buck smiles and snuggles further into his side. Eddie presses a kiss to the top of his head, and Buck can feel as well as hear him when he asks, “Happy?”

The answer comes easy for him. He can’t remember the last time he felt this happy. This loved. “Yeah, I am.”

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[myemergence]

take me back to the start

Title: take me back to the start Author: @myemergence Rating: E (for one smut scene, later in the fic) Artist: @benjaminrussell Artwork: MAGAZINE COVER and MUSIC VIDEO Warnings/Triggers: mentions of alcoholism, mentions of OC character death, car accident Notes: Thanks to @marcia-elena for the beta on this. I so appreciate all the work you put in! Written for @buddiebigbang. And the artwork is amazing! I love them so much, Holly! Summary: Country music star, Eddie Diaz, is on a break before his US tour when he gets unexpected news: he has a son. He needs to come home to his hometown in West River, TX right away. He hasn’t set foot there since he left for Nashville nine years ago, leaving his old life behind. West River is the last place that Eddie wants to be—he needs to focus on his career, and his tour—not looking after a kid that he doesn’t even know yet.

Crossing paths with his high school sweetheart, Evan Buckley, who’s now a Deputy with the sheriff’s office just might change all of that, reminding Eddie of the person that he used to be… and the kind of person that he wants to be.

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*

The thing about being a musician and wrapping up a big tour is that it makes the time afterward to unwind and let loose even more rewarding. Taking the time to ground himself before hitting the road again has become essential for Eddie, an integral part of his process. 

This time, there’s no unwinding. As soon as the last concert in the tour ended, he boarded a red-eye flight from Los Angeles into Houston. And he’s tired, a feeling that’s not exactly foreign to him, but he feels weary down to his bones. He’s headed back to West River, Texas, about fifteen minutes outside of Austin, where he was born and raised.

A place he hasn’t as much as set foot in for nine years.

Eddie blinks blearily as he pulls his rental car up to the drive-through at Dunkin for a much needed coffee. He’s within an hour of West River, but he’s going to need something to power through the last hour of his drive as the sun is beginning to rise over the expanse of otherwise deserted small-town Texas that surrounds him.

It’s so quiet out here that it’s almost unnerving.

“Good morning, sir. That’ll be $3.27.” The dark-haired girl at the drive-through window can’t be more than eighteen. 

“Morning.” He holds out his phone so that she can scan his payment.

“Aren’t you…” She trails off slowly, eyeing him suspiciously. 

Eddie adjusts the trucker hat that he’s wearing, despite the fact that the sun hasn’t become a hindrance yet. He’d put the hat on before he pulled up to the drive-through only a couple of minutes ago. He knows that he’d be nowhere without the support of his fans, but he’s exhausted. He just wants to get to his abuela’s so that he can fall into bed. He’s tempted to drag a hand over his face and beg for his coffee.

“Eddie Diaz.” He introduces himself with a winning smile. He’ll try to find time to rest later. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Rosie. I-I can’t believe I’m preparing Eddie Diaz’s coffee. Nobody is going to believe me,” Rosie practically squeals, her face flushed as she fumbles with scanning his phone. “Here, um,” she steps away from the drive-through window momentarily and comes back with a pastry bag along with his coffee. Simple like always: black, with 2 sugars. “For the road. Gone Now really helped me through a hard time, when I lost my grandpa—and you wrote it about yours.”

Eddie’s smile becomes more genuine as he takes the coffee and muffin from the girl. He’s sure he looks like a mess, with blood-shot eyes and bags under his eyes. “I think most people have forgotten about that song. That was on my debut album.” He’d written that song what feels like a lifetime ago.

Like he was a different person back then than he is now. He supposes that in some ways, he was.

“I was only thirteen when it came out,” Rosie says. “I hope you make more songs like that. Your new stuff is great, but… that’s definitely my favorite. Anyhow, I won’t keep you, I’m sure you’ve got somewhere to be.”

“I do,” Eddie confirms, reaching over into the top of his duffel bag that’s resting on the passenger seat. “It was really nice to meet you, Rosie.” He hands her one of the signed albums that he carries with him, a simple thank you that he likes to have for those truly special fans. “It’s not my debut album, but I do hope you’ll enjoy it.”

Eddie offers her a parting wave as he pulls away, and tosses the hat that was his poor attempt at disguise onto the passenger seat. He takes several sips from the steaming coffee, then sets it in the cupholder, wincing as the heat nips at his tongue, hoping that the caffeine will help keep him alert for the rest of the drive home.

Before he pulls onto the road, he scrolls through his phone, pulling up his debut album on Spotify and pressing play, a wistful smile crossing his face. He’s trying to put a little space between him and the reason that he’s coming home to West River; Rosie’s words remind him, at least for a moment, why he started making music in the first place. He hears the familiar opening chords and pulls out onto the quiet road.

There was a time when not a single day

Went by without us talking

And now I can barely remember your face

We’d spend hours weaving words

And guitar notes together

Just you and me in the music’s embrace

But you’re gone now, you’re gone

All those moments lie six-feet deep in the ground

You’re gone now, you’re gone

I keep missing you ‘cause you’re not around

He knows he can’t live in this world of make-believe for long. He can’t pretend that what matters is his connection to the music anymore—he stopped writing his own music long ago. But it’s nice to remember, even if those moments are fleeting.

*

Eddie pulls into the same gravel driveway that he used to skid his bike tires on as a kid. His abuela still lives in the same house she did back then, only a few doors down from his childhood home. His parents moved an hour north about five years ago. Eddie’s stomach flops a bit, and he tries not to dwell on how little he talks to them these days, or their lack of support over the years.

 He drags himself out of the rental car and grabs his bag out of the passenger side, leaving the rest of his luggage in the trunk. Before he can even make his way up the short drive, his abuela steps out onto the porch.

Eddie yawns into the crook of his elbow, then makes his way up to her. “Hey, Abuela,” he murmurs, pecking her on the cheek.

“Eddie,” Abuela says. She welcomes him with a crushing embrace, and he smiles as he hugs her back. She pulls back just enough that he can see a fire in her eyes; he already knows what that means, so he remains silent until she spits it out. “You were supposed to call me back so I knew you were doing alright.”

“I told you I have you listed as my emergency contact. If anything happens to me you’ll be the first one they call,” Eddie teases with a laugh.

“Edmundo,” she scolds, swatting his arm, and he watches as her jaw tenses under his name.

“Okay,” Eddie acquiesces. “I’m sorry, alright? I’ll be more cautious next time and call you. But Houston to West River isn’t a long drive.”

“Shannon—”

“Can we talk about this later?” Eddie asks. “I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours. I just need a couple of hours and then I promise we’ll talk, okay?”

“But, Eddie—” Despite the fact that he’ll probably be reamed for not turning his full attention to her, Eddie pushes the door open and steps inside. He stops in his tracks as his eyes catch sight of the figure who’s settled at the table, and his duffel bag drops to the floor. He feels abuela’s hand on his shoulder. “This is—”

The pretending is over.

“This is Christopher, your son.”

*

Eddie knew coming back home to West River wasn’t going to be a vacation in any sense of the word. He knew what would be waiting for him; baggage so heavy that it had the ability to destroy his entire career. The dream that he’d risked everything for, that he’d given up everything for.

This is Christopher, your son.

Abuela’s words echo in his ears.

Sure, there had been a few phone calls beforehand, warning Eddie of the kid’s existence after Shannon had shown up at Abuela’s with the boy. That hadn’t prepared him for this moment at all.

What the fuck is he going to do?

The temptation to drop by the hole-in-the-wall bar downtown to take the edge off is there. Instead, he tells Abuela he has to take care of some things and he disappears. He just needs to drive around for a little bit to clear his head. He needs to figure out what he’s going to do.

A kid will ruin everything.

How could Shannon keep this kid to herself for years, not mention a word of his existence, and then just drop him off and leave like he’s somehow now Eddie’s responsibility?

Eddie unrolls the window, letting the evening air hit his face as his foot presses down more firmly on the gas pedal.

Take care of it. You only have a few months until the tour.

Fuck all of this.

These backroads are so familiar, and there’s something comforting in driving down them late at night, when the rest of the town is quiet. It reminds him of those late nights when he and Buck would—

Eddie stops his thoughts short, the ache in his chest just as familiar as these roads. Buck.

What are the chances that in a town of a few thousand people he won’t run into Evan Buckley? That’s even if he still lives here. Eddie shakes the notion from his head, refusing to allow himself to get nostalgic about the past. A past that revolved around Buck.

Right now, he needs to focus on how he’s going to fix his life—before it becomes a public relations disaster.

Pressing down on the gas harder, Eddie gets lost in the feeling of the cool night air hitting his face, saving him from his downward spiral and memories of Buck.

Unfortunately, the moment is short lived. Red and blue lights flash in his rearview mirror amidst the otherwise stark darkness of the night. With a sigh, he pulls over to the shoulder of the road.

*

Buck climbs out of the cruiser and closes the door, walking up to the driver’s side of the out-of-state car. “Do you know why I stopped you tonight?” He quickly scans the inside of the vehicle, assessing if there are any passengers that he needs to be aware of before settling his sight on the driver.

Of all the people he could’ve had the unfortunate task of pulling over tonight, somehow it’s Eddie Diaz. He studies Eddie’s face, tipping his head to the side as his identity registers with Eddie. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Buck.”

It’s like he took the words right out of Buck’s mouth, because really, what are the fucking chances? After nine years Eddie somehow still has the ability to make Buck’s heart thunder in his chest merely by saying his name. His jaw tightens as he looks at the country music star in front of him.

“It’s Deputy Buckley,” Buck tells Eddie, his voice tight. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“This has to be an actual nightmare,” Eddie mutters, though Buck’s sure at this point that he’s talking to himself.

“License and registration.”

“Evan—”

“I said, license and registration. Don’t make me ask again. I’m going to suggest that you actually listen this time if you don’t want to end up in jail for the night.”

Eddie’s mouth snaps shut at Buck’s words. “I’m gonna grab the registration from the glove compartment.” He opens the glove box and hands over the paperwork, along with his license.

“Yeah, didn’t think you’d want that news story,” Buck mutters as he takes the documents and inspects them. He obviously knows that it’s Eddie, and he already ran the plates and knows that it belongs to a rental in Houston. He hands the paperwork back to Eddie. “Watch your speed, because next time I’m not going to be this nice,” Buck warns.

“This is nice?” Eddie actually has the audacity to laugh at him. “Seems more like you’re Deputy Dick to me.”

Buck’s lips press together into a tight line. He’s used to not being well liked while on the job—but it feels harsher coming from Eddie. “You know, I could still take you in tonight, if that’s what you want.”

Eddie shrinks under the words, and what he says next sounds sincere. “You know that’s not what I want.”

The same words that Eddie had said to him all those years ago, at the end. Buck feels his chest fracture down the middle, a reprise of the heartbreak that Eddie left in his wake.

He forces himself to school his expression despite the way he’s feeling. “Have a good night, Eddie.”

He doesn’t wait for Eddie to respond, turning sharply on his heels and walking away from the man that’s had his heart all along.

*

“You know, I don’t really think that this qualifies as guys’ night,” Buck says as he looks across the card table at Chimney, taking a sip of the lemonade in front of him. 

 Chim raises his brow a little, glancing in the direction of the living room. “You’re my brother-in-law,” Chim says, “and I’m not sure how to say this delicately, so I’m just gonna say it. If there’s one Buckley I’m trying to make happy right now, it’s not you, Buck. I’m trying to get in her good graces after the bottle rocket incident.”

Josh snorts from where he’s sitting, bringing the beer up to his lips.

“I’m not going to be the one to tell my wife that she needs to leave so we can have a proper guys’ night,” Chim adds.

“You would never say something to Maddie, and not just about guys’ night,” Josh challenges, his brows shooting up.

“I’m sorry, was that a complaint I just heard? Because I’m pretty sure that the last time you hosted a card night your mom showed up,” Chim points out.

“And Buck’s place—”

“Has constant interruption. I know, I know.” Buck rolls his eyes dramatically. “Are you gonna deal us in, or what?”

“Mads, were you gonna join us?” Chim calls helpfully into the other room, and Buck glares at him.

Maddie lifts herself off of the couch and walks out to the dining room table where they’re all situated, grabbing the bowl of chips from the counter and pulling up an empty seat. “I don’t want to play, but I’d love to talk to you guys.”

They really need to start finding different circles of friends, at least for nights like tonight. It’s not as if Buck’s going to tell his pregnant sister to go away, so instead he smiles. “We’d love it if you talked to us, Mads.”

“Really?” She grins, and Chim looks at Buck gratefully. “So, I heard a rumor that Eddie’s back in town.”

“Pick a different subject.”

“He’s back in town and got pulled over by West River’s youngest and brightest the other night,” Chim says.

Just the mention of Eddie’s name is an unwanted reminder that he’s back in town, at least temporarily. The fact that this wasn’t a figment of Buck’s imagination sends his brain into overdrive. There’s been some speculation over the reason for his return, and Buck has done everything in his power to stay squarely on the outside of those conversations.

He’s made it clear to his family and friends since Eddie left town that there is one topic that he refuses to discuss: Eddie Diaz. A lot of the locals were around Eddie growing up, and having someone that’s famous from their small hometown is something to talk about—especially when there’s a new tour that’s announced, or when Eddie is working on a new album.

But his friends? They know that it’s a hard and fast rule, and bringing it up on guys’ night is a definite foul. 

“Guys,” Buck manages as evenly as he can muster. “Talk about something else.”

A tense silence falls over the room, and for a minute Buck refuses to look up, knowing the pity that crosses their faces any time that someone brings up Eddie. He’s tried to hide his heartbreak behind indifference, but he’s not naive enough to believe that any of them buy it. Most of them had front-row seats as they watched Buck’s hopes and dreams shatter to the ground around him, leaving a hollow shell behind.

Finally he looks up.

“Can we make an exception this one time, Ev?”

“Maddie. I don’t talk about— about this, and you know that.”

Maddie’s hand covers his, her touch light, her tone equally calm and even. “You know, this has a name.”

“Why are you bringing him up now? You know I moved on from him a long time ago.”

It’s as if Chim and Josh aren’t sitting awkwardly at the table, trying to avoid the line of fire. Even if Maddie is officially a Han now, nobody wants to get obliterated during a battle of the wills between the siblings.

“This is guys’ night,” Buck reminds her. “The one night of the week that I can unwind and relax. Instead you’re here and dredging up a past that died years ago.” He lets out an exasperated sigh. “I was a kid. Just a stupid kid. There’s nothing else to say. We were together and then we weren’t. He has his life now, and I have mine.”

“Maybe that’s true, but you never did move on, not really. He’s in town for who knows how long, so maybe it’d be a good chance for the two of you to talk?”

“No, it wouldn’t. And, uh, thanks for ruining tonight,” Buck mutters as he stands up from the table. This is the kind of interference he’d expect from their out-of-town parents, always assuming they know what’s best, but not from Maddie.

“Buck,” Chim warns, and Buck sighs again, shaking his head in frustration. Chim’s always been protective of Maddie, something that Buck’s always appreciated, especially after all that she endured with Doug, but tonight feels like the exception.

“I’m gonna head home.”

“Buck, you really don’t have to go,” Josh says helplessly.

He attempts a smile for what Josh is trying to do—slapping a bandage on the evening, trying to piece everything back together. Buck shakes his head. “I think it’s for the best if I go.”

Buck says his goodbyes and hops into his Jeep, driving home. He knows that Maddie has the best of intentions, and that she cares about him with her whole heart, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

When he arrives home he notices there are only a few lights left on in the house, and that the porch light is on for him. 

“You’re home awful early,” Carla says as soon as he makes his way inside, barely looking up from the little girl that’s propped against her side.

He shrugs a little, not wanting to get into all of the details of how the night quickly spiraled out of control in a way that was just too much for him to handle. “I couldn’t stand the time away from her.”

“Mhm,” Carla says in her knowing way, and Buck’s thankful that she doesn’t say more than that. She knows enough about his past with Eddie, but she’s always stayed out of that part of his life.

Buck toes off his shoes, crossing the room then and scooping Lucy up in his arms. “Hey baby,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on the crown of her head.

“She insisted I read her three stories out here and not in her bed because she was ‘not tired yet, Carla’.”

Buck chuckles at her words, feeling Lucy squirm in his arms before she settles again. She rests her head against his shoulder and he hoists her up higher so that she can curl into him. In a world where everything else is imperfect he’s able to come home and hold a little piece of perfection in his arms. Their lives have been far from easy, and there isn’t a day that Buck doesn’t wish he could be more for her.

He’s doing his best to make up for the huge piece missing from her life—the absence of her mother. Every day she helps him remember that there is more than heartbreak and loss, that sometimes there’s hope, too. He has to hold on to that.

“I’m gonna head out,” Carla says, kissing the back of Lucy’s head and giving Buck a sideways hug before leaving.

Buck walks down the hallway, glancing at Lucy’s bedroom door and then pivoting, walking across the hall to his own room and laying the sleeping girl down on the pillows, covering her with the sheet and comforter. He gets ready for bed and lies on top of the covers beside her. He knows he shouldn’t make a habit out of this and he won’t, but tonight he needs the physical proof.

He hasn’t lost everything, because he still has Lucy.

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[tinalbion]

Headcanons for (Freddy Krueger, Inkubus, Mayor Buckman, Dr. Andover) being obsessed with/having a twisted "crush" on (one of) their latest victim(s), if you do not mind terribly. Maybe there's just *something* about them...But she fights and refuses.

First off, all the Englund character group?! Yes, omg PLEASE. This is gonna be so fun to do, I can feel it! And then the angst, the pining! Ahhh! Anon, bless you. I hope I’ve done well!

Freddy

He wasn’t the one to usually pine for anyone, the only thing he craved, the thing he wanted was their soul. That was it, that’s how it always went. But something was off, something about them just sparked the need and want that he NEVER felt for anyone on this level. It was ridiculous and he wanted to cast the thoughts from his head immediately, but it kept gnawing at the back of his mind no matter what he did.

At first, he stalked them like he did any normal victim, but with every visit, she noticed the shift in their dreams, how it went from demonic and terrifying to a seemingly more intimate setting. She wasn’t exactly upset by the change, but when she started seeing him more and more, it was unnerving and it made her feel real danger when she was asleep.

Freddy would try so desperately to convince her that she was special, that she was something that was never supposed to happen, but she doesn’ like where this is going. She HATES it. She just wants to dream normally and live her life when she’s awake, but he tries so hard to not let her go. This is his realm and will do everything in his power to keep her here with him. 

When she begins to fight it and try to escape, his twisted sense of reality doesn’t seem to register at first, he tries to show her just how wonderful it can be to be here in the dream realm with him. Why would you be so stupid as to reject that? It’s bliss. He would try to show her over and over again, to prove that he was worth seeing a different side to. If she didn’t agree, what would he do, exactly? 

Marking her up would be such a delicious joy, showing her that he was displaying his loyalty to her, showing her what NO ONE else had ever earned before from him, not even when he was bound to a mortal body. He wanted to hurt her in the best way possible to show her how being with him would be better than ecstasy, better than living in her usual dull, mundane world. He would show her what living could be.  

That urge to feel the hot blood run from her by his blades would flash in his mind as she would look up at him in complete and utter fear, the fact that she was denying him, a pathetic human fool who knew nothing of the things she could have gotten. To hell with her, she would end up just like any other victim he had in his realm. It was either bow to him or die by his hand. ‘Make your choice, princess.’ 

Inkubus

Who wouldn’t want him to sweep them off their feet and make them feel so good all the time? It would be impossible to resist his charm, especially with all of the magic he was able to hold, to use to influence anyone and everyone he desired. But she was the one special case that he had never expected to come upon. He spotted her taking a walk alone, the sway of her hips and the look in her eyes, he would have her, he would pass on his festering seed to live another life for 100 years within her. He needed to have her. 

What a surprise though, she wanted nothing to do with him. His magic, his aura, his charms, they all failed him. How would one like her be able to disregard his magic and just swat him away as if he were another typical pest? Pathetic, he needed to try harder. She continuously shot him down no matter what he did or how hard he tried, but he refused to believe she couldn’t stand him, so he decided to follow her and send her little gifts here and there. It was easy to find where she lived.

He would creep in the shadows of her place, whether it was when she was alone or when she had guests, but no matter who was there, they’d all think they were going insane. Seeing shadows from the corner of their eyes wasn’t normal, but they’d all ignore it until one day she snaps and loses her cool, crying out for him not to hurt her. She would beg for her life as he would reveal himself to her, hoping that she’d just see him and something would light up in her eyes and realize just how wrong she had been to reject his advances.

When he realizes that she tries to go for a weapon to protect herself with, he realizes the truth of it all; he cannot reach her and she would never accept him willingly. When it hits him, he’s appalled by the fact she wants nothing more than to get him out of her life, readily standing there with a kitchen knife as she cowers in the corner. He would have given her the world, why can’t she see that? Inkubus only saw red after that.

Why won't she see it? He would look down upon her with mercy, something that hadn't been done in so many centuries for the demon that it was completely foreign to him as it was said upon his tongue. His blade would reveal itself with a slick sound, his face no longer holding the affection it once did for her, and she knew that she had made a mistake. He watched and listened as she begged for her life, pleading with him to give her another chance, but he saw right through her desperate lies.

When he looked at her and saw the potential, he was almost disappointed that it would go to waste so easily. She was special, he thought as his hands weaved through her hair, yanking her up to meet his gaze so he could stare her in the face as his expression remained blank. “We could have been so much,” he would say as he sliced her throat open and watched the blood come streaming down her front. At least he would be able to bathe in this for later. 

Mayor Buckman

Lord in Heaven knows this man should not be cahootin’ with living people and falling head over heels for one, but there he was, completely smitten with her. She was going to be another side dish for the main course for this year's Jubilee, just like it had always been each year prior, but even his boys had noticed the change in him. Granny Boone had been so wrapped up in preparing for the feast that she hadn't even noticed her own husband's distance, that is until she noticed her. 

She was so pure and full of life that she had seemed more than willing to stay for the barbecue, the little detour had proven to be more exciting than she had anticipated, so she offered to even help around the town if they allowed it. Buckman was taken by that kind of offer, especially from a Yankee, it was unheard of and it wouldn't sway his mind. But the more he learned about her, the more she had spoken about her life, the mayor was strangely drawn to her like she was the one. 

It was a ridiculous idea since she was alive and very much younger than he, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself it was some sort of fever he had been suffering, anything that would easily explain the feelings he had been having. What he didn't expect was to come to the conclusion that he would fancy her. No one could know about this, but he wasn't making it very discreet the next morning. He would walk up to her, that large grin plastered to his face as he'd explain there was so much to do here in Pleasant Valley, all the things she could occupy her time with. She would thank him but feel rather uneasy by how touchy he'd get with his hand always placed on her shoulder.

The day after, he would have to tell her how he was feeling or else he'd lose her entirely to either her leaving or her being served up on a silver platter for his townsfolk. When he had caught her alone, away from her friends, he stuttered like a madman and felt so odd, it was a wonder he was able to speak at all. During this entire confession, the young woman stood there in uncomfortable silence and shifted slightly, already planning to leave as soon as she possibly could to avoid any more of this. When she didn't share Buckman’s views, he grew reserved and upset, curious as to why she would treat him like this, like some common man. He even explained there was something about her that he couldn't stop thinking about. 

She recoiled from his touch and he looked at her in confused disgust. How could he be so blind, she was nothing like him and she would never accept him or his way of life. He pleaded with her, tried to convince her to think otherwise, but the harsh words that followed did not make Buckman too happy. He looked at her in silence and then walked away; he couldn't find the words to tell her just how infuriated he had been. He was going to try and find a way for them to be together, whether she would have been alive or not, but he was willing to make it work. She was ungrateful.

Her time had come as she had been cornered, the rest of her friends dead and already being cooked for the Jubilee, where she had been on the ground, shaking like mad. She wanted her life to be spared, she wouldn't tell a soul about what transpired, she promised. Those promises always came up empty. Buckman looked down on the poor soul, annoyed at himself for once feeling pity for that wretched girl, but now he felt his power return once again as he stood over her, his trusty sword in his hand. It would have to be him to take her life, he wouldn't want it any other way. 

Doctor Andover

He had no time for trivial things such as infatuations and crushes on others, it would interfere with his work and it wouldn’t be a great idea to get anyone involved in his...complicated personal life. But when she walked through the door of the clinic, Andover didn’t expect much from the consultation, until she spoke to him. She was something else, that was for sure, and the phobia that brought her into the clinic was more than curable for Andover. He would have to lie though, to prolong her stay and keep her here with him, naturally, he would have to lie to his assistant’s as well for the benefit of keeping her around.

When she comes in to speak to the good doctor for several one on one meetings about her phobia, she eases into conversation with him and even feels she can trust him with what she’s suffered through. He feels the same, he feels so connected to her now that he felt as if no one else beyond this room existed but the both of them. How he imagined what she would feel like against his hands, how she would sound as they shared a moment together in secrecy. Andover craved it now, he wanted nothing but her. Soon after she had been placed in the Fear Chamber, he would watch her as she slowly drifted off into unconsciousness and he would be sure to have the room locked so he could just enjoy her presence in peace.

When her fears had been slowly getting in check, she would thank him and talk about leaving his facility. He wanted nothing more than to be with her for as long as possible while he helped her, aided her in getting better. She would only accept his help since she saw him as a professional, he would guide her to being better, feeling better. What she didn’t anticipate was that one day, he offered to pay for her room and board outside of the facility if it were to make her comfortable. It didn’t.

When she insisted that she didn’t need that, that she was leaving indefinitely, he only fought harder to keep her there, to stay near him. She was the one keeping him going with all of this insanity around him, especially when something greater was happening that he wasn’t fully aware of. Today was the day her treatment ended and she was packing her things when Doctor Andover appeared in the doorway. “You must come with me, I have one last thing for you for your therapy.” He led her to the room with the Fear Chamber, but she was so taken back when he pushed her inside, gassing her to sleep with a deadly amount.

She cried out to be released, she just wanted to go back home, but Andover was already committed to keeping her there for himself. He had made a deal with whatever creature fed from the patients’ fear, that he would get to keep her there with him in exchange for the others. He blindly and willingly accepted it. It was foolish but it was a deal he couldn’t go back on. Before she lost consciousness, she begged him to see reason, but now there had been no going back for Andover. 

After it had been done and she fell asleep, her hand slowly sliding down the front of the glass as she drifted, her fears came back twice as strong as her new fear developed into her subconscious, and it took the shape of Andover himself. Even in her slow and agonizing death, he would always be there for her, whether it was to torment her through her afterlife or just show up as some twisted guardian. He watched over her for weeks until he could no longer keep the body, but he would have her in her mind forever.   

#tinalbion writings #slashers x reader #slashers imagines #slashers headcanons #slasher requests #freddy krueger #freddy krueger imagine #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger headcanons #inkubus movie #inkubus x reader #inkubus imagine #inkubus headcanons #mayor buckman #mayor buckman x reader #mayor buckman imagine #mayor buckman headcanons #doctor andover #doctor andover x reader #doctor andover imagine #doctor andover headcanons

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

For the word and pairing: caught and Reddie :P

Thank you for the prompt! You can also read it on AO3 if you want

"Fair warning Rich, if we get caught I'm blaming you." 

Richie gave a loud snort, pushing open the door to Bill's bedroom. Eddie shushed him, landing a swat on his arm. 

"Ow! Bill's not even home, why are you shushing me?" He complained. Eddie simply shrugged, Richie was right, they were alone but he couldn’t help feeling like they should be doing this quietly. "Besides Eds, it's not like he would believe me if I said this was your idea."

"Because it wasn't."

"Whatever, help me strip the bed sheets." 

Reluctantly, Eddie helped him. They worked in silence, except for the occasional snicker from Richie while they wrapped the mattress in tin foil. When Richie showed up at the apartment Eddie shared with Bill, carrying supplies and a mischievous grin, Eddie said no before he could even explain what he wanted to do. But Richie could be very persuasive and, for all their friends liked to tease him with how Richie was unable to say no to him, Eddie knew he was the same. All Richie needed to do was give Eddie one of his cute crooked smiles and he would agree to the stupidest shit⎯ like helping him play a prank on Bill. 

They had just finished carefully placing a layer of whipped cream and syrup on the mattress when they heard the apartment door open, and Richie and Eddie both froze. 

"I thought you said he would be out for another hour," Richie hissed. 

"I thought he would! His classes don’t end until six!" Eddie frantically looked around until he found the blanket and threw it over the mess. Then Richie was grabbing his wrist and dragging him towards Bill’s closet. 

“Seriously?” Eddie huffed, and Richie glared at him.

“Did you have a better idea?”

But before Eddie could try to come up with something else, they heard footsteps in the hallway. “Fine,” he sighed and let Richie lock them inside the closet.

Which was⎯ tiny. Seriously, incredibly tiny. 

And Eddie should know, the closet in his own room was the same size. But then again, Eddie had never tried hiding in it before. 

“Damn it,” Richie muttered, trying to make space for his long limbs. One knobby elbow connected with Eddie’s ribs and honestly, between the size of the closet and the amount of shit Bill kept inside, it would be harder not to elbow him but Eddie still glared at him and pinched his side in revenge. 

“This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Richie repeated, it was dark but Eddie could still see his eyebrows shot up. He was very, very close. “You told me we had a whole hour before Bill was back!”

“Yeah, but this was your stupid idea!” 

“An idea you agreed to help me with.”

“Only because you threatened to prank me⎯”

The door opened and Richie lifted his hand to cover Eddie’s mouth, shutting him up just as Bill walked into his room. They heard the light switch click, Bill taking off his shoes, his bag hitting the floor. 

Eddie closed his eyes and prayed that Bill wouldn’t feel the need to change his clothes or they were both done for. When he opened them, Richie was staring hard at him. And⎯ had he moved closer? Eddie could feel him pressed against him, Richie’s hand still over his mouth. 

Eddie felt his heart speeding up at the proximity. He tried to avoid being so close to Richie⎯ it made him nervous and it made hiding his feelings that much harder. He wished he could take a step back but he was already pressed against the closet wall and, short of jumping out of the closet and exposing them to Bill, there was nothing he could do to put some distance between them. 

Richie had zoned out while staring at him, Eddie gave him a little nudge and he moved his hand away slowly. Eddie had adjusted enough to the dark of the closet to see the way Richie licked his lips while staring directly at Eddie’s mouth. There was a small crease between his eyebrows, like he was trying to solve a really hard problem. And Eddie didn’t think he was trying to come up with a solution for the fact that they were trapped in a closet.

Slowly, like he was trying not to spook Eddie, Richie lifted his hand again. This time he cupped Eddie’s cheek while pressing even closer, flush against him. Eddie’s mouth went suddenly dry, heart hammering in his chest. 

Then Richie was mouthing Okay? at him and there was no way to misread the situation or the expression on his face. He gave a short nod, unable to do anything else while he watched Richie lean in.

That was when Bill screamed. 

They jumped apart, or as much as they could in the small space. Eddie worried that they weren’t quiet enough, but with how loud Bill was cursing, he realized it didn’t matter.

“Fuck Richie and his stupid fucking pranks. I’m going to kill him.”

Eddie bit his lip, trying to keep his laughter in. Maybe he didn’t want to help Richie at first, but he had to admit that Bill falling for their prank was absolutely hilarious. Richie had a hand clamped over his mouth, clearly thinking the same. He shifted and Eddie saw him pull out his phone and show it to him. The screen was lighting up with an incoming call from Bill. Since he couldn’t answer without betraying their location, the call went to voicemail. 

“Tozier, you better watch your back. I’m getting back at you for this shit.” Bill hissed into the phone and Eddie felt another giggle rise in his throat and he had to bite his lip harder to keep it in. 

He heard the sound of running feet and then the door slammed shut. Richie and Eddie exchanged a look but it wasn’t until they heard the apartment door open and close that they both burst into laughter. 

Eddie leaned back against the wall, giggling. Richie doubled over, shaking with laughter. Eddie loved it when he laughed like that, with his whole body and with tears welling up in his pretty blue eyes. He dropped his head on Eddie’s shoulder, one of his hands falling to his hip. Eddie was suddenly reminded of how close they were and what they were about to do before Bill fell victim to their prank. 

“Do you think it’s safe?” Richie whispered against his neck, Eddie suppressed a shiver. He tried not to pay attention to Richie’s breath against his skin and instead, focused on trying to figure out if Bill really left the apartment. It was silent and Eddie nodded, grabbing for the doorknob.

The room was empty. The bed was stripped, revealing the mess underneath and the blanket was lying on the floor, fat dollops of whipped cream and syrup next to it. Eddie wrinkled his nose, feeling bad for Bill⎯ that would be a nightmare to clean up.

Richie snickered, staring at the mess. “Bill is going to kill us.” 

Eddie whirled on him. “Excuse me? Bill’s going to kill you. I wasn’t here, I didn’t help. This,” He gestured wildly between them. “Never happened.”

Richie bit the inside of his cheek, eyes darting towards the closet. “Um, what do you mean⎯ this? Like you helping me with the prank or⎯” 

“What?”

“You know, the thing that almost happened in the closet?” Richie said, nervously scratching the back of his neck. Eddie’s stomach fluttered when he remembered that the thing that almost happened was Richie kissing him. “Because if you want to pretend that it didn’t happen that’s cool. I’m cool with that. Cool, cool, cool. Cool as a cucumber.”

Eddie chuckled softly at Richie’s nervous rambling. He copied Richie’s move from before, reaching up to cup his cheek and shutting him up. “I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen⎯ well, almost happened.”

“Oh. That’s⎯”

“Cool?” Eddie cut in with a smirk. 

“Very cool.” Richie agreed, and it was like déjà vu when he leaned down. Except this time, Bill wasn’t there to interrupt them. 

The kiss was soft, slow, perfect. 

Eddie sighed happily against Richie’s lips, tangling his fingers in his curls. Richie’s hands settled on Eddie’s waist and he used his grip to crowd Eddie against the desk⎯ Bill’s desk. It reminded Eddie of where they were. And that they should probably get out of there. They barely escaped before and Eddie doubted they would have the same luck a second time.

“We should go to my room.” He said and Richie hummed in agreement but instead of stopping, he trailed his mouth down Eddie’s jaw to his neck. “Seriously Rich, when Bill doesn’t find you in your apartment he will probably come back, I don’t think we can get away again.”

“I don’t care.” 

But Eddie did care⎯ the last thing he wanted was to end up involved in a prank war with his roommate. He would never know peace if he did. He gave Richie a meaningful look, “My room has a bed without syrup and whipped cream in it.” He told him and Richie pulled back, his eyes sparkling with interest. Eddie smirked, “And a really cramped closet, if tight enclosed spaces are more your thing.”

Richie opened his mouth to say something but seemed to change his mind. Eddie narrowed his eyes at him, “What?” 

“I’m just trying to figure out if I should wait until after I get laid to make a joke about your tight, enclosed spaces.” Eddie groaned, which only made Richie grin harder. He grabbed his hand and started walking him towards the door. “Yeah, I definitely think I should get laid first. Just to be on the safe side.”

And, really, it was very hard for Eddie to argue with that. He was very aware of how incredibly persuasive Richie could be.

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[thebluenoteblog]

Just a Number

Summary: While celebrating a win with the team, you overhear a conversation that you really wish you hadn’t heard.

Player: Joel Edmundson

Word Count: 2k

*I’ve never written the Hurricanes before, but I did my best.*

Requested: Can you do a Colton parayko or Joel edmundson one where they have a age gap (reader is 21-23) and on day at a party you hear his friends talking about the age gap and you also hear him not defend your relationship and you leave and when he comes back he sees a blanket and pillow on the couch and the bedroom door is locked and you tell him what he did and you ignore him when he tries to talk to you but that next morning you go downstairs and he runs to you and says he sorry and you guys make up

You were never much of a party person. However, there was no denying that your boyfriend was the definition of life of the party. It wasn’t uncommon for you to find yourself in one of Raleigh’s bars late into the night after a game celebrating a win with the boys and their girlfriends. It wasn’t your favorite pastime. You would much rather be curled on the couch with a good book and a nice glass of wine than sloppy drunk on a Wednesday night. You managed though.

You were managing your way through your second beer of the night when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You weren’t gone long. Three, maybe four minutes. The boys and their girlfriends were all pretty far gone though, so their social skills were basically nonexistent at this point.

You paused a table away, still able to hear their too loud voices clearly over the bustle of the bar. “I don’t understand how you do it man.”

“I could never date someone that much younger than me, I would feel like I was babysitting all the time.”

A round of laughs and no defense from Joel, he was laughing right along with them. You should have made your presence know. You should have walked up to the table and stopped them from making asses of themselves. You couldn’t make yourself. The temptation of finding out what they truly thought of your relationship, what Joel truly thought of your relationship, was to strong.

So, you stood partially concealed behind a group of men and listened.

“You’ve got to think about this. You’re at totally different points in your life, man.”

You watched as Joel nodded and took another drink of his beer.

He wasn’t wrong. You were getting your college degree and Joel was traveling North America playing in the NHL making millions. That had nothing to do with the age gap though, it would have been the same story whether you were twenty-one or twenty-six.

“You aren’t really planning on staying with her, are you?”

You didn’t want to hear the answer to that question. You already had your purse, so you turned and walked out the door before he had time to answer. You didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t tell anyone you were leaving. You didn’t want them to see the tears in your eyes. Childish? Yes. Why did that matter? You’d done everything you could to prove yourself to them and still, none of it mattered. So you walked down the street, ordered an Uber from a McDonalds and waited.

****

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Joel asked, craning his neck to look around the bar.

Sebastian turned his head, joining him in the search, “I don’t see her.”

“Could she still be in the bathroom?” Petr asked, “She isn’t out here.”

“It’s been like fifteen minutes,” Joel said, though his concept of time was skewed by alcohol and it had been much longer then fifteen minutes. He started to stand from his chair, “I’m more worried about something having happened to her between here and the bathroom.”

Sara put out a hand, as the soberest person at the table she was thinking the clearest. “Sit down, I’ll go check the bathroom. I don’t think they would take to kindly to you walking into the women’s restroom.”

She stood and walked off, Joel leaned back in his chair bouncing his leg and pealing at the sticker on his bottle. “Man, she’s fine.” Haydn said from beside him, “stop freaking out.”

Joel didn’t take his eyes off the bottle, just nodded, “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Haydn? Right about something? It’s a miracle.” Sebastian said in an attempt to lighten the mood. Haydn threw a straw wrapper at him and he swatted it away without much effort.

“Sara’s coming back,” Petr said, nodding his head through the crowd.

She took a seat with her lips pressed together and said, “She wasn’t in there, or anywhere along the way. Did you try calling her?”

He quickly placed his beer on the table and pulled his phone out of his pocket. The phone rang once, twice, then voicemail. He pulled it away from his ear and stared at it. He was feeling really fucking sober by that point.

He tried again. Straight to voicemail. He looked up at the rest of the group, “Straight to voicemail.”

They all looked around at each other, concerned. “Do you share you share your locations with each other?” Sara asked.

Joel nodded, a little bit of the panic leaving his face as he pulled out his phone and went to the app. No Location Found. “Her phone is turned off.” He looked up, eyes wide, “What do you do when someone goes missing in a bar?”

“Do you think maybe she just left?” Haydn asked. “Like maybe she just went home?”

Joel shook his head, “She wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t just leave and not say anything.”

“Eddy, it’s a hell of a lot more likely that she went home than that she got kidnapped in a crowded bar and no one noticed.” Haydn said, “We’ll stay here, you go back to the apartment and see if she’s there.”

He pushed his lips together and closed his eyes, trying to think logically through the panic and what was left of the alcohol in his system. “Okay.” He said eventually, “Okay, I’ll go see if she’s there.”

****

Twenty minutes later he was unlocking the door of your shared apartment and pushing it open. He stepped inside and the first thing he noticed was that in the middle of an otherwise spotless apartment (courtesy of you, despite the team thinking he was babysitting you, you were the one cooking for him, cleaning up after him, and in general making sure he was taken care of) there was a blanket and a pillow thrown on the couch. They weren’t folded. Not the way they would have been if you had been leaving them for a guest. They were unceremoniously tossed.

They hadn’t been there when you’d come home to change after the game before heading to the bar. At least he knew you were here.

He closed the door behind him and as he flipped the lock he called, “(Y/N)?”

There was no answer. He could see into the living room and kitchen from where he was standing so that really only left one of the two bedrooms as options. As he walked past the guest bedroom he pushed the door open. Nope.

He made it to the end of the hallway and twisted the door knob of the master bedroom without pausing in his stride because, well, he expected the door to open. It didn’t. He ran right into it, took a step back and twisted it again. Locked. “(Y/N)?” he asked through the door, knocking a couple times, “Can you let me in?”

There was no verbal response, but through the door he could hear her turn up the TV to tune him out. He pounded harder on the door, “(Y/N), seriously! Let me in!”

There was no sign whatsoever that she had heard him. He sighed, “Babe, what did I do?” He asked making sure his voice was loud enough to be heard over whatever show she was using to drown out his voice.

On the other side of the door, you turned down the TV and responded, “Go away, Joel. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

He could hear in your voice that you’d been crying. He ran back through the events of the night trying to find anything that he had done that was bad enough to illicit this response from his usually stable, calm, reasonable girlfriend. He couldn’t come up with anything. “(Y/N), I swear to god I will break down this door if you don’t let me in.”

“I don’t want to deal with this right now! Go away!” You yelled, finally snapping and throwing a pillow from his side of the bed at the door.

He flinched at the impact and took a few steps back. He stared at the door for a few more minutes wondering what the fuck he’d done and how he was supposed to fix it. After a long moment of contemplation, he headed to the couch to grab his pillow and blanket.

****

It was a good thing you usually walked staring at the ground when you were in a bad mood. If you hadn’t been, you probably would have tripped over your boyfriend who was laying sprawled on the floor outside your door like a guard dog. You stepped over him and made your way into the kitchen.

You must have been slamming things around louder than you thought you were because the notoriously heavy sleeper appeared behind you within five minutes. You did your best to ignore him, but it was difficult given his following you around with a confused, guilty look on his face. It was like he felt bad for what he’d done but he wasn’t quite sure what that thing was.

Finally, you dropped the bowl of eggs you were whisking on the counter with a clatter and turned to face him with your hands on your hips, “Okay, ask.”

He swallowed, eying you nervously like you were some type of wild animal. “Why are you so mad at me?”

You were angry and not quite thinking clearly. “Don’t you mean to ask why I’m acting like a child?”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, his eyebrows coming together in confusion. Then his face paled. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You said, “Make your own eggs, babysitter.” Then you returned to your whisking.

He stood quietly behind you, knowing he had to do something to fix this, but not quite sure what. As you poured the eggs into the pan he decided that saying just about anything was better than saying nothing, so he decided on, “Babe, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You hummed, acknowledging that you’d heard him but not accepting the apology.

“To be honest, I don’t even remember what all was said. I was mostly tuning them out.” He said, taking a tentative step toward her. “I know I should have stopped them, but it just didn’t seem like an argument worth having.”

“Is this argument worth it?” You asked.

“No.”

“Well I’m glad to hear that you feel that way. Maybe next time you won’t just sit there while all your friends try to convince you to break up with me.”

“I didn’t!” He defended himself, walking up to stand next to you, leaning against the counter and trying to get you to meet his eyes.

“Really?” You asked, “Because that’s sure what it seemed like from my end.”

“(Y/N),” He said, voice serious, so uncharacteristic for a man who prided himself on being so lighthearted, “The only part of that conversation I remember was telling them that I plan on marrying you someday.”

You looked up from your eggs, “I didn’t hear you say that.”

“I did, (Y/N), I swear.” He said, “They asked me if I was going to stay with you-,”

“Actually, they said you aren’t really going to stay with her, are you.” You corrected him.

He swallowed, and you stared into each other’s eyes as you waited for him to say something. Eventually he said, “Yeah, they did. They were wrong though, and I told them that. They shut up after I did.”

You dumped the finished eggs on the plate you’d set out then turned to face him, tears in your eyes. “You really said that?”

“I did.” He said, “I swear to god, (Y/N). I wouldn’t lie about that.”

He took a step toward you, closing the distance and wrapping his arms around you. “I know I should have said something sooner and you have no idea how sorry I am, but I don’t think they’ll bring it up again.”

You blinked back tears as you buried your face in his chest. “I’m sorry too. I guess I kind of proved them right last night, didn’t I?”

He hummed low in his chest, “No, baby. Besides, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. We both know I’d be lost without you taking care of my irresponsible ass.”

#Joel Edmundson #joel edmundson imagine #Joel Edmundson Imagines #hockey imagines #nhl imagines

[just-jordie-things]

Can you pls do 46 from the kiss list? Thanks hun x

Kiss Prompt #46: A Long Kiss

“Um... babe?” 

You hummed, not looking up from where you were doing the dishes when Richie had called to you.

The nickname didn’t through you, because Richie was always using pet names.  In fact, you weren’t sure when the last time was that he even called you by your first name.  It was always babe, or honey, or sweetcheeks.  He’d been like that ever since you met. 

Not that you minded of course.  You had a massive crush on him, and you’d take what cute things you could get.

“Why are you doing the dishes? It’s Stan’s house”

He had a point.  It wasn’t your responsibility, and no one had asked you to do it, but you had gravitated towards the kitchen earlier to have just a moment of privacy.

“I don’t mind,” You told him.  “I needed a breather anyways” You added in a quieter voice.

“Somethin’ happen?” He asked, inviting himself to hang around in the kitchen to keep you company.

“No,” You answer honestly.  “But, you know me.  I can only handle so much concentrated Richie at once” You put a hand to your mouth to stifle your own giggles.

Richie rolled his eyes.

“Come on babe, I know I’m your favorite and you just won’t admit it” 

You cast him a glare over your shoulder, but when you turned back to the dishes again, it quickly vanished and there was only a soft smile left.

“You keep telling yourself that, Tozier” You murmur.

You get back to working on the dishes- there are a lot of you shacked up at the house right now, so there are a lot of dishes- and you know its hard to concentrate when Richie’s just standing there.

After the silence becomes uncomfortable, you speak up again.

“So... what’re you doing?” You asked, still washing dishes.

“Waiting for you to be done washing dishes, I guess”

You laugh, but he doesn’t say anything else, so you look over at him again.  He’s just leaning against the opposite counter, and you realized he was serious.

“Well, what for?” You asked, deciding to stall in your chore, and turn around completely to give him your attention.

“Because we don’t talk enough” He shrugs again.

Your brows raise in surprise, and a smile tugs on your lips.

“That’s it? I’m right here... what’d you want to talk about?” 

He opens his mouth, like he’s about to say something, but then he doesn’t really say anything.

And then he mumbled, “I don’t know” 

Your hands grasp onto the counter behind you, knuckles white you’re holding it so tightly.

“Were Stan and Eddie picking on you again? I don’t understand why you let them get to you, just make some joke about their moms and you’ll feel better-”

“No I- I didn’t come in here for that I...” He cut her off, cheeks pink from the suggestion, how quickly you’d offered to help.  “I wanted to talk about... um...”

You waited patiently.  It wasn’t often that Richie didn’t have anything to say, so whatever it was, you knew was bothering him.

“You know how there’s homecoming next week?”

You’re already smiling, but he’s staring down at the floor so he doesn’t catch it.

“Yes...?” You answer, waiting for him continue.

“Would you...”

“Yes...?” 

“... give me some tips on how to ask Stan, because I feel like he won’t take seriously-”

“Richie Tozier, shut the fuck up” You rolled your eyes, and reached your hand under the running water behind you to dart forward and flick it in his face.

He burst out into laughter, wiping his face and swatting away your hand.

“Ah, come on doll face you know you’re the only one I’d ever ask”He said.

You realized he’d grabbed onto your hand in an attempt at getting you to stop flicking water at him.

“For real?” You asked, in that tired way that you sometimes had to use with him (because wow he could be annoying).

“Yeah, for real!” He answers, shocked you could even ask that.  “What, is that a bad thing?”

“No, of course not,” You said with a shake of your head.  “Just... a surprise, is all,” 

You smile at him, and link your fingers through his, securing your hold on his hand.

“But yeah, I’d love to go to homecoming with you”

“You’d love it?” He teased.  “What, have you been waiting for this your wold life, princess?”

You giggle, and shaking your head back and forth.  But your voice contradicts the action.

“Maybe” 

His brows knit together for a moment as he studies your face, memorizes the way that the corner of your lip quirks up, and how it’s clear you’re trying to hide it, but you just can’t.

And then he surprises you again, by leaning over and gently places his lips against yours.

It takes a mere second for your eyes to flutter shut, and for you to kiss him back.  Your hand reaching up to lay against his shoulder as you reveled in every second you spent kissing this boy.

You don’t part until it’s absolutely necessary, your wide eyes meeting his, and a smile forcing itself onto your lips again.  You only stay apart for a moment, to catch a breath, before you collide again.

So maybe you’d both had a tiny harmless crush on each other this whole time... 

#richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier scenario #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier fanfiction

[i-eat-bread-and-cry-on-the-floor]

A strange solidarity between Richie and Ben. Idk like Richie calling Ben to complain about how cute and adorable Eddie look today with his shorts and how he just wants to hold hand whit him or Ben telling Richie about how perfect and beautiful is Bev hair and how he thinks she is the coolest person in the world. Bonus: If meanwhile Eddie and Bev are doing the same!

B E T here we go!! I think this is my first request for a fic so i entirely hope it’s not bad :))

Title: Movie Nights & Forest Fires  Pairings: Benverly, Reddie, Platonic!Trashstack 

Ben held a photo booth picture in his hands, staring at the red head smiling at the camera. He could have paid attention to Richie’s stupid ‘silly face.’ He could have looked at Stan, who’d just spotted a piece of dust that looked vaguely like a spider. His eyes, however, kept drawing toward a certain crush of his. 

He walked toward his bed to lay down, holding the picture in front of his face. Ben simply thought that there was no one better than Beverly Marsh. He’d been in love with her since third grade. 

The phone rang in the living room, but Ben wouldn’t care divide his attention. Not for Beverly. He smiled. The unfamiliar gesture lingered on his face for a silent moment. He only stopped smiling to bring the picture to his lips. He smiled wider now, having just “kissed” Bev. Brushing his hair out of his hair, he perked up to hear his mom calling him. 

“Benny! Your friend is on the phone for you!” she called. He didn’t realize that the phone stopped ringing only three rings in. Typically it takes eight. 

“Oh, yep! Coming!” he shuffled to plant his feet on the ground. He jogged to the phone, hanging near the couch. He tried to sound cool, answering the phone with a sly tone. 

“Hey there. Who’s calling?” Ben forgot that this caller could be any of the losers; not just Bev. 

“It’s Richie.” Ben’s friend eagerly answered. “I’ve gotta tell you about my sleepover with Eddie last night.” 

“Oh!” Ben nodded, “Yeah, yeah! Tell me.” he strained the chord to sit on the edge of the couch. He’d always been jealous of Richie, who had a phone in his room. 

“Okay, picture this,” Richie prompted, pacing around his room as far as the phone chord allowed him to, “We’re watching Gremlins cause, classics ya know?” 

Ben nodded, despite the fact that Richie couldn’t see him. Richie continued anyway. 

“And we’re sharing a bowl of popcorn but we kept arguing over who’s gonna hold it so I, a literal genius, propose: ‘Hey why don’t we just balance it between our legs?’ Ben! He agreed!” Richie jumped, “So now we’re literally attached at the hip...” Richie continued telling Ben his story.

Ben listened, grinning. Only he imagined himself and Beverly--Not Richie and Eddie. 

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“I wanna cross my legs.” Eddie looked at Richie. Richie picked up the bowl of popcorn with a sigh. Richie then placed the bowl in Eddie’s lap. 

“I’m gonna end up spilling two-thirds of the bowl and then we’ll have wasted food and I’d have to watch you eat shit off the floor.” Eddie gave Richie the bowl again.

“I wouldn’t eat shit off the floor!” Richie rebutted. “I’d eat popcorn off the floor, Eds.” 

“There is literally so much wrong with that sentence.” 

“Well, whatever.” Richie put the popcorn in between them once again. 

The two turned their attention back to the TV screen. Eddie moves a bit closer to Richie, until some freaky jump-scare caught him off guard.

Eddie shrieked, tensing his shoulders to his earlobes. The popcorn fell to the ground in the process. “Shit!” the already-panicked boy cursed. 

“Fuck, I’m not taking responsibility for this.” Eddie pouted, picking up the bowl and some stray pieces of popcorn as Richie blushed.

“No, it’s- You don’t have to clean that, I’ll fix it later.” 

“And just leave this on the floor, what if you get ants?” 

“Eddie,” Richie opened his arms for some elongated hug. He yearned to cuddle with Eddie, but admitting that to himself or to Eddie seemed like too much of a nightmare to deal with. 

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows. He glanced down at the spilled popcorn, then at Richie: smiling in the purest way Eddie had ever seen. He huffed. 

“Fine.” But he couldn’t resist smiling, just a bit. 

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“And we cuddled for the entire rest of the movie! It was- gah! It was amazing.” Richie gushed after a long ramble. 

“That sounds like so much fun.” Ben said. “I’m really happy for you, man!”

“Thanks, Ben. So, have you worked up the courage to send Bev your second poem, you one-hit-wonder?”

“Not a one-hit-wonder anymore!” Ben smirked. After finding just enough spare change in the cracks of the living room couch, he spent it on another post card at the library. 

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Sitting at his usual spot in the library, Ben stared at his blank post card. Tapping a pen against his temple, he conjured up a multitude of feelings. He decided to allude to his first poem, January Embers. He called this one Forest Fires. 

The smallest of flames Can still set my entire  Forest on fire

-Secret admirer 

Clipping his pen, he stood up, returning two books he’d read in the span of a week, and leaving. He held the postcard in his hands, refraining from repeating the words again and again. The more he thought, the more he hated his writing. Determined not to let that happen, he stared at the bridge on the back of the card instead. 

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“Well, have you, Lover-boy?” Richie urged.

Ben shook his head, “I- I will, just not now.” 

“When, then?” Richie asked, waiting for a response that he never received. 

Ben sank to the floor against the couch. 

“Do you want me to stick it in her backpack one day?” Richie suggested. 

“No, I need to do it. I’m just...” 

“Just?” 

Ben twirled the wire in on his index finger, trying to think of his answer. He knew his reason. Whenever he’d try to give Bev his poem, his hands got clammy and his face flushed. He’d wipe his forehead, trying to steady himself, ridding his mind of fear or doubt. By the time his heart began to beat in his throat, he shook his head muttering, “No, I’ll do it tomorrow,” under his breath. He’d walk away. 

“Nervous, I guess.” He admitted. 

“I’m coming over." Richie declared. “Get your bike ready too cause we’re going to Bev’s.” “What? Why?”

“You know why.”

Ben nodded, taking a deep breath. “See you in fifteen?” 

“More like ten.” Richie shrugged.

“Ten.” 

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Standing at the bottom of the stairs to Bev’s apartment, Richie rubbed Ben’s shoulders. “You got this, big guy!” 

Ben knew any of his other friends would swat Richie’s hands away but Ben appreciated the humorous gesture.

“I do, I’ve got this.” he nodded in agreement. He took one step upstairs, looking back at Richie. After the glimpse of a thumbs up, he ran upstairs as if Bowers was chasing him. He spent no time looking over the railing to see blossoming flowers or the shiny sun rays. He stared at his feet climbing higher and higher until he reached the fourth floor.

“You can do it! Go get your lady!” Richie called at him, making Ben smile. 

Before his brain processed anything, Ben’s feet landed in front of Bev’s door and his finger tapped the doorbell. His eyes widened when the red-head answered the door. Her short locks, now a small flame in the breezy spring weather, setting his forest on fire.

“Ben! Can I help you?” she smiled and leaned against the door. 

“No,” he shook his head. 

“Oh?”

“No, no, no, I meant- I meant- No-” he shook his head. 

“You said no.” Beverly pointed out. 

“Huh?”

“You said ‘no, no, no, i meant- i meant no.’ You said no already. I was just teasing around.” 

“Oh! Yeah, yeah!” Ben nodded, “Right.” he cleared his throat. “Listen, I... wanted to...” he squeezed his eyes shut, extending his hand to give Beverly his 97-cent postcard.

“Oh, for me?” Beverly giggled. At Ben’s “Yeah...” Beverly took the post card. She didn’t read it, making Ben all the more thankful. 

“Okay, well... good day to you; Nice talk.” Ben made finger guns then, hurrying downstairs to Richie.

Richie, who’d been listening from the bottom of the stairs greeted Ben with a huge grin. “That was awesome! I knew you could--”

Ben ran into his arms, hugging him. “I can’t believe- I’m- Oh my- Richie, why did I do that?” he asked. 

Richie squeezed him close. “Hey, hey, you did great yeah? It was adorable! Your poem was awesome and if she doesn’t like you, she’s too stupid to deserve you.” 

Ben took deep breaths, considering his words. “Are you just saying that?”

“No, Ben.” Richie shook his head. “I really mean it.” 

Ben nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Can we go back to my house? You can stay for dinner.” he invited. 

“No can do. Dad’s grilling tonight.” Richie declined, then coming up with an epiphany. “If you don’t want to be alone though, I can ask my mom if you want to sleepover?” 

“Would you?” 

“‘F course!” Richie put his arm around Ben as they walked back to their bikes. 

Ben shuttered a breath, “You’re the best, Rich.” 

The two rode their bikes past Stan’s dad’s temple, prompting Richie to tell Ben about Stan’s bar mitzvah speech. “It was so badass!” 

“Wish I coulda been there.” Ben laughed. 

They rode past the library and the shop where Mike would bring his deliveries. Dropping their bikes in front of Ben’s house, Richie waited outside and Ben unlocked the door. “Mom?” he called.

“Yes, sweetie?” his mother craned her neck from the couch to Ben.

“Richie invited me for dinner tonight. Could I go?” he smiled. “Please.” he added. Ben never forgot a ‘please.’

“Just make sure you’re home by nine. You’ve got your watch?�� She peaked at his arm. 

“Yes, ma. Thank you!” he confirmed, grinning ear-to-ear. The kid who’d spent his entire elementary and middle school career alone loved spending evenings with his friends.

“Have fun!” she reminded as Ben jogged back outside, closing the door behind him.

“She said yes.” Ben informed, prompting a happy dance from Richie. 

“That’s not gonna be the only girl saying yes to you.” 

“Oh, shush.” he rolled his eyes, picking up his bike. “Ready to go?” 

Richie gave a thumbs up, swinging his leg onto his own bike. “Let’s ride!” 

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One ring. Two rings. Three rings. 

“Hello?”

“Eddie! You would not believe what Ben just gave me!” Beverly squealed. 

“Spill everything!” 

#benverly #benverly fic #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it #it chapter 1 #it fic #it fanfic #losers club #losers club fic #platonic!trashstack #platonic!beddie #benverly fanfic #reddie fanfic #benverly fluff #reddie fluff

[tinyarmedtrex]

PLEASE CONTINUE THE HOGWARTS AU, IT WAS SO GOOD!!

A bit late but it’s here!

Read Part 1 Here! 

Eddie may not have actually had quidditch practice but that didn’t mean he didn’t go to the pitch. He practically ran there, grabbing his broom and taking to the sky, flying higher and higher, like somehow the height could make him forget what had just happened. 

Amortentia. He’d smelled Richie. And Richie had smelled him. Bloody hell. What did that mean? What was he supposed to do now? Eddie couldn’t answer any of those questions so instead he climbed higher, until he thought he could touch the clouds. 

Then he heard someone call his name. Eddie tipped his broom down, looking at a tiny spot that was getting closer. He had to squint to make out who it was but, in his heart, he already knew. 

It was Richie, riding a borrowed broom. He looked deeply uncomfortable on it, swaying back and forth, but he was still rising, trying to reach Eddie.

“What the hell are you doing?” He called, worried for Richie. It was windy up here and even Eddie had nearly lost his grip. Richie was terrible on a broom. Eddie remembered their first lesson, Richie had fallen off when they got over ten feet. He had to be taken to Madam Pomfrey’s for a broken arm. His stomach twisted at the memory. 

“Something romantic?” Richie yelled back. “I think?”

Eddie was about to scream back, to tell him to get back on the ground, when, to his horror, Richie fell off his broom. For a second he could only watch as Richie plummeted, his hands flailing and trying to grab it again.  He froze, in utter panic, as Richie screamed. 

Then Eddie spurred into action. “Richie!” He yelled,  going into a deep nose dive to try and close the distance.  Richie was falling fast but he was faster. This was what he did, sped towards something that seemed impossible to grab. Eddie couldn’t let Richie get hurt, not because of Eddie, not ever. 

“Eds!” Richie was reaching for him. It felt like eons but then their outstretched hands touched and Eddie felt Richie’s hand on his wrist, grabbing him. Then Eddie was pulling Richie up on his broom, both of them panting. 

Eddie couldn’t stop himself, he flung his arms around Richie, grateful and still scared. “You bloody idiot!” He muttered, burying his head in Richie’s shoulder. Richie was holding onto him just as tightly. “You’re terrible on a broom! You know that!” Eddie took a shuddering breath, holding back tears. Then he moved back, swatting Richie’s shoulder.

“What was that!” Eddie demanded. “Why did you do that?” 

“Ow!” Richie put one hand up to protect himself, the other gripping the broom tightly. “Isn’t it bloody obvious? Because you smelled me in the potion then ran away before I could say anything!”

Eddie stopped his assault, giving Richie the chance to grab his wrist. “You smelled me Eds, you know what that means.” Richie added, his voice softer. 

“You smelled me too.” Eddie said quietly, feeling himself flush. 

“I know.” Richie’s eyes scanned Eddie’s face, waiting for him to say something.

“So were you- you wanted to smell me?” Eddie winced at how strange the sentence sounded but he couldn’t ask his real question. 

Richie looked nervous. “I knew I would. Eds, I’ve fancied you for years.” 

“Years?” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up as Richie nodded. “I-” He had no idea how long he’d liked Richie for. Longer than he was willing to admit in that moment. 

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” Richie added. “We can forget it, go back to teasing each other. No one else has to know.” 

He exhaled, part of him wanting to take Richie up on the offer, to let things go back to normal. But then Eddie looked at Richie’s long fingers, still curled around his wrist and knew he couldn’t let that happen.

 “I want it to mean something.” 

Richie’s grin reappeared. “Good. You did rescue me after all.”

“I suppose I did.” Eddie glanced up at Richie’s broom, seeing that it was floating back to the closet Richie had probably stolen it from. 

“Normally, uh, rescuers get a kiss.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped back to him and he noticed that both of them had moved closer in the small space. Eddie almost didn’t want to admit how much he wanted this. He’d dreamed of kissing someone (Richie, his brain whispered) on his broom. If he was being honest he’d dreamed of doing much more than just kissing on one but that was something for another day.

For now, he nodded, both of them moving in until their lips were pressed together, Eddie’s hand going to Richie’s hair and threading in the curls, another thing he’d only dreamed of. 

They stayed that way for a while, until Eddie realized they had drifted away from the pitch and over the lake. 

“We should get back.” He murmured without moving back. “Before they send a search party.”

“Bullocks to them.” Richie said, chasing Eddie’s lips. “I’ve finally got you where I want you.” 

“Richie.” He tried to keep his tone even but he was sure Richie could hear the desire but they did need to return. 

“Fine.” Richie pulled back dramatically, nearly falling off the broom again as he launched into a speech about the woes of loving a Slytherin. Eddie had to grab him, resulting in the two of them ending up closer than before. Richie carded a hand through Eddie’s hair, smiling. “Fine, we’ll go back in, then I can show off my amazing new boyfriend in the great hall over dinner.”

Eddie returned the smile, his heart fluttering in his chest. “Me too.” He said, kissing Richie’s cheek once more before turning back and guiding them back to the ground. Richie held him tightly the whole time and Eddie couldn’t keep the grin off his face the whole time.

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#reddie #part 2 #I have a lot of hogwarts AUs from the latest prompt list #and Im very excited to write them #tinyarmedtwrites #Hogwarts AU #Anonymous

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Walk in the woods

Summary: Richie and Eddie take a walk in the woods 

A/n: this is mostly just fluff, let me know what you think!

warnings: a sex joke Richie’s makes 

A twig snaps under Richie’s boot, the only audible sound in the otherwise eerily silent woods. Eddie’s been trailing him for a while now, yet he manages to avoid any crunch or chomp that could possibly disturb the peace.  

The sun burns merciless on Richie’s back, sweat dripping down his body in a disgusting amount and turning his shirt soggy and clam. He tries to slow his breathing down to a respectable speed for the distance they’ve persevered, but he rasps and splutters despite his attempts. A chuckle rises from behind him, followed by a hand to steer Richie up the small hill next on their obstacle course.

‘Come on old man, out of breath already?’ Eddie asks, the smirk on his face clear from the tone of his voice.

‘No,’ Richie lies, pushing through the muscle cramps that tingle up his legs and gaining momentum thanks to Eddie’s encouragement.

Once he sets foot on the even platform of the hill, he cries out victoriously at the picknick bench that looks highly attractive to Richie’s body and mind alike.

Eddie shoves him a bit further up. ‘Dude, at least take one more step so I can rest too.’

Richie laughs, facing Eddie and surrendering his hands, a teeth showing smile plastered on his face and bending down to fit his lips against Eddie’s softer once.

The kiss is slow, languid and everything Richie and Eddie’s personality is not, and Richie loses his mind every single time they do this. The second their lips attach Richie’s entire being still, in a way it never is and Richie assumed it could never be. His colleagues say it’s their honeymoon faze, but Richie disagrees. He’s waited for Eddie for so long, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop being this grateful to have him.

He pokes his tongue out slightly, fishing to take the kiss a step further, but Eddie intercepts and detaches. In a way, it’s a good thing, if the tongue makes an appearance, they’re occupied for a long time.

‘You reek’, Eddie complains, scrunching his nose up like a toddler, the edges of his limps trembling in effort of not smiling.

‘You smell like sunscreen’, Richie hits back, his hand pinching Eddie’s left cheek. ‘It’s cute.’

‘It’s not cute’, Eddie says in his best rendition of Richie failing horribly, while slapping Richie hand away. ‘It’s to be safe. Sunscreen can prevent Basel cell carcinoma A.K.A cancer from forming, and that’s something I would like to avoid.’

Richie laughs heartily, relenting on the cheek pinching and sliding his hands down Eddie’s arms to link their hands together.

‘Break time?’ Richie pleads leading them to the bench so he can catch his breath. The kissing hasn’t done him any good, and if he has to walk another ten minutes he might pass out.

‘Fine, lazy ass. Five minutes, then we leave.’

Richie cheers with his arm held up, walking towards the seat with more vigor than he walked the entire way here.

‘Eds, I’m hurt. We can’t all be living work out machines.’ Richie argues, praying for a light breeze to blow and cool him down.

‘I sport once a week Rich. Don’t overreact.’

‘Me? Never. I’ll leave that up to your mom.’

He catches the goody bag Eddie dragged with him a tad before it hits his face, guffawing. In the bag are two plastic water bottles, and an apple, brought along with the sole purpose if either of them pass out, the glucose will amp the blood sugar, according to Eddie.

Richie tosses a water bottle to Eddie and takes one out for himself, slurping three fourth down in one gulp.

‘Richie’, Eddie warns, ‘If you drink it all you won’t have any left for later’, so Richie conserves the rest for a future time. Tilting his head towards the sun, Richie squeezes his eyes shut and fidgets with his fingers on the table, tapping out a song stuck in his head for the past few days.

The walk is Eddie’s idea of quality time, a sort of date to explore they neighborhood they moved into, and Richie jumped on the opportunity to see Eddie in a small short, without considering that he himself had to hike as well.

‘My face is melting off’, Richie complains, burying his head between his arms to hide in the shade, miscalculating how hot it would be.

‘It is hot,’ Eddie agrees, observing Richie and his struggles with an affectionate pat on the arms. The sunscreen is applied in such a think layer that Richie can scent it from a far away distance, but it honestly adds to Eddie’s charm.

The sunscreen gives him a blast from the past, Richie and Eddie in the quarry in the middle of summer attacking each other with sunscreen sprays, because Eddie’s smart and knew Richie would never apply it if he didn’t trick him into it.

‘hey’, Eddie says out of nowhere, ‘I love you’, Eddie confides, his posture open and accepting of touch, not bothered in the slightest by the sweat soaked man in front of him, which proves his love to him more than any words ever could.  

Richie gazes up at Eddie with love struck eyes behind his thick, coke bottled glasses, littered with finger prints and dust particles that by Eddie’s standpoint make it impossible to see through. It may be the glasses, but Eddie swears tears are forming before Richie blinks them away.

‘Oh Eds, I love my spaghetti too.’

‘And the moment is broken’, Eddie deadpans, scanning the woods for any sign of anyone else hiking the trail.

‘We’re all alone Eds. What do you say, you wanna christen this place to be ours? Like those couples in the wrong turn movies do? Right before they’re killed off by hillbilly’s.’

‘Shut the fuck up Richie. Are you trying to inspire Pennywise to kill us in another way?’ Dramatically, Richie flings himself across the table his long spider limbs seizing Eddie around his shoulder and head and swaying them back and forth.

‘Why how dare you accuse me of something so vile? that's a load of old codswallop, Knackered or not, I will defend your honor my good fellow.’ Richie says in a British accent that is very much improved from the days when he used it as a child, but sounds very chocked now.  

‘Alright, I believe you, now get off of me.’ Eddie swats him away, sinking back in his seat. It’s a sneer he should have refrained from making, Richie is still pretty agitated about what happened in the sewer now more than two years ago.

Eddie’s guilt swallows him whole, his concern growing stronger and stronger each passing moment Richie is without speech. He keeps his head down and stares at the floor, seemingly processing Eddie’s words, but then his head tilts up and he smirks .

Eddie is too late to see why the smirk is there, and he gets blasted in the face with a stream of water, part of it in his mouth, and part dripping down his hair. Richie laughs hysterically, too loud for the tranquil space they’re in.

‘Basterd,’ Eddie swears, diving in for his own bottle and streaming his, way fuller, water all over his boyfriend and his clothes.

‘Hey, no fair, all my water is gone.’

Eddie flips him the bird roughly, continuing to hose Richie down with a large beam on his face. When his water bottle empties, Eddie tosses it back in his carry-on, tired but satisfied with how the walk has gone.

‘You ready to go again old man?’ Eddie only process his words when they’ve already left him, and by then it’s too late.

‘I’m always ready to go again with you Eddie Spagheddie.’

‘Don’t fucking call me that. Let’s go.’

Richie nods, chuckling, stretching to prepare and hissing as his bones crack. He smiles angelic, Eddie whipping around to stare at him at the sound. ‘Nothing happened.’

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn’t comment anything, a small favor he’ll be sure to cash in later.

‘You know Eds, I really like his.’ Richie slots their hands together, swinging their hands wildly in between them.  

‘Oh so you’re saying you wanna do this again?’

‘I wouldn’t push it Eds.’

#reddie #reddie fluff #adult reddie #My writing #richie tozier imagine #Richie x Eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #eddie kaspbrak imagine #it chapter two imagine #the loser club imagines #fluff

[strongsassysexysloane]

Ain’t Life A B*tch - Chap 6

When you’re trapped in a hospital bed and people keep visiting while you are on heavy pain medication.. what truths will come out? And will you remember it at all..

. . . . / 6 / . . . . 

"SWAT is fifteen minutes out." Ben walks up to Jack who is biting her thumbnail and pacing back and forth behind the police cars. "We are breaching from the south wall. Think you can get a message across to y/n without alerting Jake?" He wasn't even going to try and take the lead from Jack now. Sure, he was miffed that she'd shown up but clearly, she needed to be here. Whether it be for your sake or hers.  

Jack didn't like the full force idea but having you possibly down and out of the game with no hope of a van coming in soon or being able to negotiate further, this was the only option. She just had to accept that. She nodded in response; she couldn't speak right now. Emotions were bubbling close to the surface and she was afraid if she spoke, she would choke and not get anything out.

"Do you think she's the one that was shot?" Eddie was on the verge of tears and Jack tried to give her a reassuring smile, anything, but it failed. She was trying to figure out how to get the message across while trying not to fully break down herself. She had so much to tell you, to talk to you about but she'd been too scared and angry with you to do it. And now that you might-  

No, you can't think like that, Jacqueline.  

Jack looked back at the building where you were possibly bleeding inside and took in a deep breath, rolling her shoulders back, building up her strength and gaining confidence in what she was about to do.  

"She's going to be fine Alex." Ben assured his younger partner.  

Jack did her best to brush off the worst-case scenarios, squishing down all the demons that were snickering at her. This was about to be all over soon. So she picked up the megaphone once more because there was a job to be done and she'd done this fifty times before so she could do it again. "Jake. Hey!"  

....

Hearing her voice made you smile for a split second, even laugh at the anger in her tone. Laugh because you knew that rage and have been on the receiving end of it more than once, it wasn't a place any person wanted to be but this time it wasn't directed at you. It was directed at the asshole a few steps away from you. She didn't know you weren't the one injured and you knew that would spur her on even more. You almost felt sorry for Jake, almost.  

Jake stormed back over to the window. "My van better be here or we aren't talking!" He screamed back at her.  

"You won't be getting anything unless I can talk to or see Agent Y/n." She was playing a dangerous game but her logical brain wasn't working right now, she would only function properly again if she saw you or heard you.    

You looked up at Jake to see him glaring down at you. His eyes darted between the window and you. He was having an inner debate; you could spot that anywhere. "It's your only chance."

"Get up."  

You hesitate for a moment looking down at Sully, his body limp under your pressure. You were fairly certain the bullet hadn't hit anything major or he'd be dead by now. He was close to it as you watch him go in and out of consciousness. "Need one of the others to hold pressure on his wound otherwise I'm not moving."  

He hit one of the hostages beside him on the arm after contemplating your demand. "Get down there before I change my mind."  

You exchanged quick words to the man on how to hold the pressure on the wound and try and keep Sully awake as much as possible. Reaching for the chair beside you, you pulled yourself up. It had been too long in an uncomfortable position crouched over Sully that your legs had begun to go to sleep which you hadn't noticed until now. You shake it off as you make your way over to Jake, unsure if you are wobbling from the sensation or the gravity of the situation.  

"Don't try anything." He warned as you stepped up to the window and pulled back the blinds. You feel Jake move behind you, the gun pressed firmly in your back, against your lower spine. "I'm in a trigger-happy mood." He breathed close behind your ear and you hold back the urge to shiver and elbow him in the stomach. He’d sooner make you paralyzed the moment you try and fight him.  

Clearing your throat, trying your best to keep your voice level and somewhat calm with a gun in your back you make an attempt to shout at Jack through the gap in the window. "Agent Sloane. Nice to see you."  

You wouldn’t be in this situation if you'd just stayed as an Agent Afloat like you wanted.  

"Likewise. You hurt?" A surge of relief flooding through her once she heard your voice and caught a glimpse of you through the blinds.

You could see her just barely behind the police car with Ben and Alex by her side surrounded by Metro.  "No, I'm fine, Jack." The gun shifts against your back. "Jake shot another hostage. He's not doing-"  

Jake pushed his gun deeper into your back. "We aren't here for chit chat. Get me my van." He cautioned, pulling back his gun slightly.  “You might even save the hero’s life.”  

"The van?"

"Ten minutes. There's a wall of traffic southbound so it's going to take a bit longer."

Something was off with her words, such a strange way to tell you that information and you knew she was trying to tell you something because the time frame would've been more than enough. You didn't want to give the assailant more information than necessary so what was so important in those words? "Ten minutes." You repeat and Jake shoves you away from the window.  

"If it isn't here in ten minutes, she's next." He roared. "Jack."  

The snide way he said her name had your insides tighten and your instincts wanted to punch the living daylights out of him for not just saying her name but in that way. You hoped when this was all over you got the chance to rip into this S.O.B.  

The next ten minutes were all a blur to you and something you wouldn't fully remember later. Sully was unconscious and you knew he needed help immediately. But Jack's words were swirling around in your head.  

'There's a wall of traffic southbound?'  You repeated it over and over.

You knew it was pushing time limits with a hostage situation. He'd already injured one hostage and close to shooting another so they had to make a move soon. Especially if they were promising ten minutes. They had to have a plan. Then it clicked, like a light bulb going off and not a moment too soon. It wasn't perfect and didn't go at all in your favour.  

"Get down!" You yelled just before the explosion went off with you still crouched over Sully, shielding him from the blast as you didn't have time to move further away from the wall. Thankfully Jake was knocked off his feet and the SWAT came in closely followed by your agents and Jack. The smoke was thick, voices yelling and you were fighting to stay awake. Your ears were ringing and a blinding pain to the back of your head and sides.  

"Y/n!" Jack shouted, holding in tears as she searched through the smoke and rubble, praying you were ok and got out of the way in time. Her hopes were dashed when you found you limp on the floor, covered in rubble and struggling to stay awake.  

You heard her voice but it seems like she was miles away and that's when you realised you'd been knocked down and hit your head on something. The blinding pain making it hard for you to think and that only frustrated you more. You only want to get up and take down Jake. Maybe give him a few punches to the face and blame it on the explosion. Hopefully Ben was giving it to him as you knew Jack and Alex would come straight for you.  

"Y/n!" Her voice was ringing in your ears but your eyelids were heavy and then there was black. You wanted to yell at her for being here, for putting herself in harm's way but your head kept pounding and the struggle was too heavy to open your eyes. The weight was over powering and the emotions from the high stress hostage situation succumbed you.  

The light shining in your eyes was blinding, you shake your head to get away but something was stilling your movements, pressure on either side of your head. "Agent, please stay still. You're in the ambulance. You're on the way to the hospital." The paramedic tried to calm you; the light went away but the panic was setting in. Your head was pounding and you needed to know what happened at the scene. It was all a spotty memory name.  

"I need to go back, I need to see if my Agents are ok, I need to see Sully." The hands that were stilling your head from moving were now holding your shoulders down. You pushed harder to get up but it was no use. Your strength wasn't there and the paramedic was strong.  

"Y/n, listen to the paramedics, please." Her voice was soft but firm, mixed with concern and annoyance. It always amazed you how she could say so much in her tone. You instantly stopped moving. Not from her words, no, from her presence. The shock was evident on your face, you flinched from the sharp pain when you moved your head to see her but she was out of your view. You moved your hand up and touched your head where the pain came from but there was a bandage covering the spot. "Debris from the breach hit you. I tried to tell you to get up the other end!"  

"Didn't give me much time. I was too preoccupied with keeping Sully alive to figure out your riddles, Sloane." If you weren't already in enough pain, you would've flinched at how short and venomous your words sounded. You didn't mean for it to come out like that, you were thankful she was there but also very confused to why she came.  

The rest of the ambulance trip was set in silence. The paramedics checked you over, but now that you were awake, they were less stressed about the possibility of brain damage, swelling. Once at the hospital you were taken for numerous tests, scans, to make sure your brain was still intact. You made a joke to one of the nurses but it didn't seem to be funny. They'd probably heard it to many times before but you didn't care. You needed the lightness right now, otherwise you would have to think about Sully, Jake and what the hell went so wrong?!

While you were rushed in for scans and any other tests the doctor wanted, Jack was left in emergency to annoy the nurses while you were gone. You were fighting sleep when they rolled your bed into a room for the night or probably more if the Doctor Shelley had anything to say about it. Just as soon as the doctor followed by the nurse that Jack came barging in, a steaming cup of coffee in her fingers

"You still here?"  

She took a sip of her brew before responding. "Had to check in." She walked up to the foot of your bed, resting a hand on the frame of your bed. "Update everyone on your condition."  

"My condition is pissed off, Jack and can't go anywhere."  

"Lucky for your team, then."  

"You got an update for me?"

"Yeah, rest. Your team's got it covered."  

You tried to shift into a more sitting position but the sharp pains stopped your movements. "Jake?"  

"Being charged as we speak."  

That was somewhat comforting even though you wanted to talk to him yourself, that wasn't going to be possible anytime soon, not in your condition. You sink back into the very flimsy hospital pillows, staring at the ceiling. "Go home, Jack."

She looked down at her watch with a smirk. "It's only 1400."

"Ok, go back to work." You weren't in the right place to have a normal, past forgotten, conversation with her right now. There were too many things swimming around in your head and one was the hammering headache you had.

"Someone needs to stay and stop you from leaving."

"Where am I going to run off to? Can't go to NCIS." Frustrated you try and shift again to prove a point and groan in pain.  

"You could go home."

"I'm staying over night."  

"Listening to the doctors orders. That's new."

"I can't even move, Jack. You don't have to babysit me."

Jack sighs, moving around and chucking the new empty cup of coffee in the trash can in the corner of the room. "And be badgered for it, apparently." Your frustrations rubbing off on her.  

"Jack, I'm tired. In pain and pissed off. Thank you for helping, even - caring but I'm just going to be lying here and not wanting to talk. Go back to the office, punch Jake. Tell Ben and Alex they can only come and visit once they've wrapped up the case."  

She smirks, walking back to the foot of the bed, holding her hand bag over her shoulder. "You giving me orders now?"

"Wouldn't dream of it. But-"

"I know, rest. I make you anxious. I'm going." She squeezed your foot covered by the hospital throw before turning to leave.  

You hesitate, not wanting to make her leave while feeling awkward. "I didn-"

"Didn't have to. I'll be back later. Don't try and tell me not to."  

"Bye, Jack." You relax once you see the smile curl at the corners of her lips. She wanted to come back and see you, that was a nice thought. You watch as she leaves and closes the door before closing your eyes and welcoming the exhaustion taking over.  

The Doctor dared to check in on you again, waking you up from your sleep and reconfirming that you will be staying over night because it's a head injury and all the other jargon that explained why you needed to stay. Also informing you that there's a strong chance you'll be staying over tomorrow night as well even with your protests.  

It hit 1700 and Ben and Alex walk in quietly probably prepared to see you sleeping but the nurse had just come in to check on things so you were awake for now. Alex doesn't stay long, just wanted to make sure you were ok before going home to rest from the hectic day. You and Ben are chatting about Jake and the arrest when Gibbs interrupts you.

"Your team has got this. You need to rest." The gruff voice came from the doorway and you strained around Ben to see Gibbs leaning against the doorframe. One person you definitely weren't prepared to see today.

You rolled your eyes at the old man although you were shocked to see him. "Haven't got anything better to do than come annoy me in hospital, Gibbs?" There was a snicker from Ben but his smile vanished immediately when he turned to see Gibbs glare. Even as tough as Ben is, Gibbs seemed to still intimidate him. But he wouldn't admit that.  

"Jack mentioned in passing that you could be a flight risk." His eyes were back on you, humour in his eyes and a faint curl to his lips. The subtle trademark smirk.  

You could feel the slight flush cross your cheeks and you couldn't help clearing your throat. Ben looked down at his shoes, you could tell he wasn't comfortable with this conversation. Only Gibbs had enough guts to bring Jack up in front of you. Along the way you knew he had found out some information, whether that was from Jack or Ducky you weren't sure. You didn't want to know either anyway but you had your suspscions.  

"Come to handcuff me to the bed Le- Gibbs?" Your eyes dancing and teasing him. If Ben wasn't here you would've continued with his first name. It had the right amount of jest in it, enough for you to get away with using it but not with current company.  

Gibbs shook his head and pushed off the doorframe. He walked around and stood at the end of your bed, placing his hands on the frame.  

Ben must've seen the escape route clear because he got up quickly from his spot in the guest chair beside your bed. "Well you have a guard now." He winked, slipping into his coat. "So I'm gonna go back to work, got one last thing before I call it a night."  

"Wise ass." You tried your best to sound irritated by his jab but your smile shone through. "Tell Alex not to worry, I can tell she was shook by everything. I've done stupider things. Just ask this guy." You nod towards Gibbs. "Learnt from the best." You chuckled as Gibbs tapped your foot not so gently in response. Of course, he found the one part of your body that wasn't in pain.  

"I'll let her know about the first part." He smiles at you and then turns to Gibbs. "Agent Gibbs, thanks for watching her." Both men laugh at your dramatic sigh. "Talk to you later, Boss."  

"Later, Agent Hunter." You watch him leave before your eyes shift to Gibbs who comes to sit in the chair Ben just vacated. "Really got nothing better to do?"  

Gibbs holds his hands up in a surrender. "Didn't come here to be harassed. I can leave and make another Agent stand at your door."  

"Fine." You grumble, shifting in your bed but the movement aggravates the scrapes on your legs and hip. "Son of a bitch." You flinch and slump back into your pillows.  

"It'll take a while. Just rest. Need anything?"  

Gibbs was being too nice. You'd observed him over the past few months and you could see the changes in the man. The way he spoke with his Agents and how he was around Jack. They had a connection. It bothered you at first - jealousy, you were jealous, you wanted that connection with her again but you had to admit you liked that they had someone to talk to or just be with. They had shared war history, of loss and suffering, you knew that so it shouldn't really surprise you that they became friends since Jack moved to DC. Gibbs was a hard ass most of the time but he had a good heart. Jack needed that.  

If he wanted to be your body guard then he'd have to suffer through small talk. "I'm fine. How's your life going Gibbs?" You saw him grimace at the question. "How's the case going then?"  

He relaxed a little more when you re-worded your question. "Case is wrapped up. Caught the idiot this afternoon just after you got yourself blown up." He smirked at your pout and folded his arms.  

"Jack got me blown up." You tried to correct him which only got a raised eyebrow from Gibbs. "Well she was running the show when it happened. Why didn't you stop her?"  

"From getting you blown up?"  

You flicked your eyes to the end of your bed; you couldn't look at his questioning eyes. "From leaving the office."

"Because he's not my warden." You jumped slightly at her words, your head pounding but it was overwritten by your pounding heart. This wasn't happening. Gibbs and Jack in the same room, your room.  

Gibbs turned at her voice. "Wouldn't dare." He and Jack shared a knowing smirk and the jealousy that you thought had been laid to rest, burst out of it's one-foot deep open grave.  

"And you got yourself blown up the minute you stupidly went into that building." Her tone was serious, her eyes scanning over you, making sure you were ok even though she was only here hours before.  

"Ouch. I'm hurt." You covered your hand over your heart. "No need to shoot me with the truth as well." Humour always was your default in awkward situations and this was very quickly becoming one with the way Jack was looking at you and the way Gibbs was looking between you both because your eyes never left hers. "Also wasn't stupid. Had to save the people inside. Either of you would've done the same move." You said it with such confidence that Jack just rolled her eyes and Gibbs smirked.

"Both of you are going to run out of your nine lives one day." She diverted the conversation, pushing it into safer territory.

"Thought Gibbs was on his twentieth or was that divorces, I get those two mixed up." You would blame it on the painkillers that were flowing through your system but Gibbs knew you well enough to know you knew exactly what you were saying.  

"You know if you weren't concussed..." His tone was warning, there was lightness there too but you knew you had to pull it back a bit. He could still shoot you in a hospital bed.  

"You'd have given me one by now." He smirked at your retreat.

The conversation flowed harmlessly and easily from there. Just three Agents chatting about the case, Jack updated you on Sully's condition. He had just come out of surgery and was stable, thank god. It wasn't long before Gibbs knew Jack and you wanted to talk and he excused himself.

It didn't go the way you wanted it to go. Mainly because your body wanted to sleep again and the painkillers were kicking your ass. Words weren't flowing or connecting the way you hoped and Jack was starting to shut down again.  

"The way you look at Gibbs.. he looks at you.." The pain meds were kicking your butt, fighting your eyelids to stay awake. You'd have blushed or shot yourself if you realised what you said.  

"You watch us?" Jack bites back to anger, only because you're injured but you can hear how unnerved she was by your admission.

"Sometimes.."  

Silence. Not the good kind either, Jack isn't meeting you eyes and you want her to just leave at this point. Hopefully you'll forget this conversation ever happened and she will too.  

"Why does this matter?"  

Your brain wasn't working in a striaght light at the moment or even a zig zag line. Your brain jumped to a connection, it seemed to work, in your head. "Kinda does when you go and possibly risk getting yourself hurt when I put myself in harms away."

"How so? You're a fellow Agent and a... friend. Someone needed to do something. It's what we do."

"Someone was. I had my team and Metro at the scene. Didn't need a take over, Jack."

"I needed to be there." She shifted in her seat, unsettled by the admissions happening. "Would've done the same thing for anyone on Gibbs' team as well, not just if it was Gibbs." That was only a slight lie.  

You were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. "But would you have acted the same way if it was Gibbs in the building and on the floor?"

"Acted? Yes. Felt? No." She shocked herself with that admission. Maybe it was because she could see you were drifting off to sleep and barely able to keep your eyes open or maybe she needed to get these things off her chest as well. To be able to feel an emotional weight being lifted even if you didn't remember it in the morning.

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I went with the longer chapter. Hope you like it >.<

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