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m3r1m4r5u333 · 1 day

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Reasons why I keep rambling about Bi!Eddie...

Why? Why would Eddie hide his sexual identity, bisexuality? Because... why not, he thinks.

Dating only women would mean less conflict with his family. His family is religious and Eddie loves them, is scared to lose them.

Eddie also fears triggering more conflict, maybe even fears his family might not consider him a good dad anymore if he came out.

He already almost had to fight for his son's custody with them. What if he comes out and they lash out? He has a dangerous job, works ridiculous hours, is a single parent. A queer man is not every courtroom's favorite person.

So women... That's where Eddie hides, it's what he knows. It's "a safe place to hide"... because in theory, it's fine, it's comfortable. Eddie is attracted to women. So he isn't really sacrificing anything, or at least much, he thinks... Just marry a woman you love, and it's all good. No need to come out and clash with your family, or make Christopher's childhood even more of a challenge. After all, the world is still prejudiced and not all children of queer parents have it easy.

But the truth is... Closeted life isn't a cake-walk even if you avoid detection, and are sort of adjusting. You are still hiding a part of yourself. Acting. Feeling like you need to pretend. Scared and unable to be fully yourself.

I've noticed that Buddie fans keep pointing to Eddie's panic attacks as this "haha gotcha, you're GAY!"-confirmation. It's ignorant.

Did you know that panic attacks are actually not at all unusual among closeted bisexuals, either?

Masks are always suffocating, no matter what you're hiding.

Not to mention, when Eddie starts having those panic attacks, he's under a world of pressure. Trying to recover and get back to dating... Quite soon really, after losing his wife.

He's also got a mountain of trauma and PTSD after surviving several near-death- experiences. To add to the trauma, the way he experienced the shooting? He thought Buck was wounded.

And then he is pressured into asking Ana out even though it hasn't been that long since he lost his wife.

Also I'm quite sure... His heart just isn't in it, dating. I think he has actually by that point fallen for Buck. And ignores it, tries to move on, forces himself to date someone else.

Get back on a horse, even if you don't really want to, feel the need to. Doesn't matter what you like, just do it anyway! "Horses" it is. Dating it is.

So Ana and Eddie? It's a tale of unrequited love, for Eddie, and for Ana. Falling for a concept because the person you truly want is simply not invested like you are, is emotionally unavailable to you.

The anxiety builds when people keep assuming Ana is Eddie's wife or Christopher's mom. It's too soon, it feels wrong. The relationship is just a mask because Eddie hasn't actually moved on. From Shannon, or from Buck. He panics when Ana says. "I'm not his mother... I'm... just a friend."

It's a reminder that she isn't Shannon - not Christopher's mom.

And she isn't Buck either. Buck who isn't really Christopher's father, who is... just a friend.

And like Buck... Ana is becoming Eddie's ready-made family anyway. Actually the third ready-made family, really. Shannon, Buck, Ana... All happened without much room to stop and re-consider.

Shannon... A rushed shotgun marriage triggered by an unplanned pregnancy and catholic guilt.

Buck, (a seemingly) straight friend quickly becoming family - clearly a dead end romance-wise.

Ana... A rushed, pressured romance built out of need to forcibly move on, and find a step-mom for Chris. Three ready-made families, all destroying Eddie in different ways. Anxiety, inner turmoil, panic.

....

So. Eddie's bisexuality!!!

That ice skating scene in "Malfunction"? The episode is very Eddie-centric, and the theme is "Me a tough macho man, me trust nobody, ugh!"

There's Eddie's fight club clusterfuck, his argument with Lena about Eddie being emotionally distant. Eddie, crying in front of Bobby about his grief, about Shannon leaving because Eddie "broke" her, because he wasn't enough...

Eddie = Trust issues galore, abandoment issues galore. Persistent shame and guilt making him unable to go for anything he really wants. Avoidance. Hidden pain. Constant urge to be in control, and never slip.

So let's look at that ice skating scene in "Malfunction"...

It's a blood bath on ice. Figure skaters toe-picking and getting injured, all because of one fallen sequin on ice triggering a domino effect. Bobby knows to look for a sequin because he's got some experience with this stuff.

Chimney: So how come you know so much about figure skating?

Eddie: Always thought you were a hockey player, cap.

...

Bobby: Who says you can't do both?!

(They team is shocked. Buck says "We'll google for photos later"

Chimney waves his hand around like he agrees... But in a way that ends up looking like he's pointing at Buck AND Eddie. And Hen then throws this shocked lingering stare at Buck and Eddie, like she just realised something!)

...Who says you can't do both? Indeed... Is there some secret quota, unknown to me, that dictates how many bi characters a tv show can have?

Is there a law that a queer male ship must always be the sum of one bi male, one male gay character? Why do we expect that? Because it would be more diverse, more varied representation?

Correct me if I've got this wrong... But writing Eddie as gay would in fact not score the show more diversity points, not in the realm of 9-1-1.

The show STARTS OFF with a storyline about a closeted, married gay man! If Eddie was gay... It would be the show's second storyline about a closeted, married gay man. That's not diverse representation. That would be in fact... quite repetitive, unimaginative queer representation!

Also, let's keep in mind that the show already has several gay male characters by the time Eddie joins the team.

Michael! David! Josh! That's already three gay men. If Eddie was gay, Eddie would be the fourth gay male character.

Oh wait. Tommy. So... FIFTH one! Also there are even more strictly gay monosexuals: Two lesbians. Hen and Karen.

However, there are just two confirmed bi character so far. Buck and Eva.

So really, Who says you can't "do both"?

Who says both of these characters can't be interested in women and men, into more genders than one? Who says both Buck and Eddie can't be bi?

"We're everywhere, man." That's Eddie's line in that scene, gif below. (And pink+yellow balloons, blue gloves? Pansexual-coded colors. Multisexuality!)

Eddie, subtly illuminated in bi-coded colors. Blue, purple, pink... On a date with a woman.

Talking with Buck. Bi-coded lighting.

Oh look, what's behind Eddie? The famous bi-cycle. While he talks about "the menu" not being the issue...

"The sex was never the issue", with Shannon. Canonically they actually went at it like bunnies, even to the detriment of their relationship because they failed to talk due to being too distracted by each other's bodies.

"The "menu" is not the issue." And it's not with Marisol, either. Not until Eddie learns of her hyper religious past.

Confronting Marisol, a former nun-student? That's the issue here, that's what Eddie's trying to avoid. Confronting his obviously at least at one point very religious, quite possibly bigoted girlfriend...?? Would certainly be an issue, if you're bi!!! Who wants to date a bigot?! Your very own domestic hate crime.

So... Eddie talks about the upcoming alone time with Marisol (when Chris was away) feeling exciting, naughty... Until he learns she was almost a NUN!

He talks about "eyes on the ground". And that's what dating a fundamentalist would be, if you're bi and closeted. Eyes on the ground, close to you.

Suddenly being judged for same-sex attraction is no longer just a distant fear, a vague idea to Eddie, it's a living, breathing person in his home, in his bed.

Really, imagine dating a bigot. Imagine your partner being disgusted, disturbed, judgemental... by your sexuality, your identity, your desires, dreams. Imagine them being repulsed by such an fundamental, persistent part of what makes you... you. Something you cannot change.

Imagine sometimes fantasizing about men as well as women, and then... trying to have sex with someone... who you suspect might consider your secret fantasy life disgusting, wrong. Imagine that negative reaction if they knew the whole truth, who you really are?!

An efficient boner killer, for sure!! No wonder Eddie is suddenly avoiding her company, anxious by the idea of sex with her. He doesn't trust Marisol anymore.

Also, let's talk about Eddie and moving on.

Why going home is an issue. Leaving Buck's place is an issue. Because trying to move on? Those words just need a melody, and ta-dah it's the Eddie Diaz theme song. The story of his life. The concept just keeps coming up.

Moving on. Being unable to move on.

Quite frankly, I think this is the main reason why Eddie cannot date without freaking out.

When Eddie joins the team he's still stuck on Shannon. "They weren't my type." Less awkward than to say "Sure they were hot, but I do have an estranged wife."

Shannon was his first crush, love, his first everything. The mother of his child. His friend. But they were young, not ready to get married and have a child, especially one with special needs. They were pushed to do that anyway when Shannon suddenly got pregnant, unplanned.

Btw, may I just point out that they're already under a lot of pressure and struggling when we first see them together on the show?

What we miss out on seeing... are the times when things were still great! That creates a limited, tinted view of their romance, and warps our entire view of their relationship. When we first see Eddie and Shannon, their relationship is already quite fractured, and falling apart.

Doesn't mean it always was bad.

Inability to work together. That eventually destroyed their relationship. Both failed to listen to each other, to be a team. Their love died because their mutual trust and respect died.

Eddie couldn't handle sudden parenthood, sudden marriage (and catholics truly expect forever), Christopher's cp diagnosis. He enlisted, escaped to the army. Shannon couldn't handle the guilt, thinking the cp was her fault. They fought all the time. Eddie let his parents meddle with Christopher's upbringing, walk over Shannon. He refused to listen to her when she wanted to move to another city. Eddie avoided bonding with Chris.

So when Eddie got home from the war-zone, she left. Eddie was suddenly alone with Chris. And Shannon was gone for a long time. Her leaving, it was a shock to the system. Eddie no longer trusted her, she'd abandoned him, and more importantly, abandoned Chris.

So Eddie is struggling. Alone. Hurt.

And then... Eddie meets Buck, who is ridiculously helpful. Buck is someone Eddie can count on. They're almost instantly a team.

So Eddie moves on from Shannon, and falls for Buck. From that point on? There is no real room for others. From then on it's just barely discreet heart-eyes at Buck, and Eddie not truly wanting to date anyone (else).

Eddie doesn't really want to get back together with Shannon when she returns. The sex is still great, that was never the issue, they both agree on that one thing...

But she was simply gone for too long, she even says this. It's obvious. Eddie has adjusted to life without her, found a new focus, moved on from her.

For example when we see Eddie, Buck and Chris visit Santa? Eddie talks about Shannon to Buck in this almost anxious way, like he feels the need to explain himself to Buck, like he's been cheating on Buck. Buck then calls Eddie "brother", and Eddie's face, just for a moment... Falls. He looks disturbed, disappointed, to be called "brother".

Eddie tries to mend the relationship with Shannon. It's obviously out of a sense of duty (catholic guilt, marriage should last, divorce is wrong), he keeps waiting for a "sign", keeps ducking her questions, pushing her away, keeps dragging his feet. His heart is no longer in it. Shannon realises this, wants to break up.

And then she dies. Eddie grieves. Feels guilt for failing to salvage the marriage. And then Eddie is just... stuck. Unable to move on, from grieving Shannon, from the guilt caused by their failed marriage, from Buck. Tries to force himself to move on. Fails. Keeps dying inside.

Heart's already taken.

.....

There are so many talks about moving on after that. Seemingly they are all about Shannon, and I do think they are about Shannon...

Just not... entirely. After all, Eddie didn't really want to get back together with her, did he now. We see them fighting, a lot. Their relationship wasn't dancing on roses, there were serious problems.

So the talks about moving on are also about Buck. Buck, who Eddie thinks is straight, yet parenting Chris with him. They become close, are seen doing all sorts of domestic family stuff.

What a painful existence would that be, to raise your child with someone whom you love and desire, but who you think cannot ever return your feelings? Who wants that? Of course Eddie would want to move on!!

Then shit happens... And Eddie clearly just... spirals without Buck. Partakes in illegal fights to let off steam. Yells at Buck at a grocery store about "not being around, Christopher missing him..". They end up looking like a couple in the middle of a messy divorce.

People, including Buck, pressure Eddie into dating. Buck keeps dating women. Eddie... keeps having talks about moving on.

Looks totally dead as he tells Buck that he needs to move on, Eddie has. It's an obvious lie, and it's such a bizarre thing to say to a friend, no matter the circumstances - very relationship-coded.

Almost like Eddie was just desperate to voice those words out loud, wishing that saying them would turn them into reality. Move on, I have!! (Move on, stop approaching me, stop tormenting me like this.)

....

So move on, Eddie...

....

There's Buck, urging Eddie to ask Ana out.

......

Bobby, telling Eddie that he will always miss the family he once had, but he loves the new one he now has. So you should try moving on, Eddie!

.......

Eddie's doctor... suggesting he could be repressing things.

The talk with the doctor;

They're talking about the shooting... Until it sounds like Eddie isn't.

Eddie: I don't even think about him anymore.

Doc: That could be called repression.

Eddie: Or just... moving forward.

Then some more subtext about pining. Remember Buck... being compared to a golden retriever?

Remember the man who cornered himself on a roof? Whining that he always wanted a dog but mom wouldn't let him because "Barry was allergic!"... (Or maybe, queerphobic?)

.....

Ana: There's a lot to be said for getting back on the horse. But there's also value in learning that you don't like "horses".

Eddie: I'm sorry?

....

Carla, telling Eddie to follow his heart, not Christopher's.... (Edit. Btw, look up the pictures of those hearts, I can't add more pictures to this post.There's Buck's silly, happy "misunderstood the assignment" love-type heart symbol... The one Chris drew, the one Carla warns against following?

Dead-looking, clinical, anatomical. And it's drawn with bisexual-flag colors!!!!

Love can't be about logic and rationality, reasoning with yourself and finding a good enough match. Even if on paper it makes sense. Love needs to be an emotion. It needs to make you happy.)

.....

The first day Buck and Eddie meet:

Buck is taking selfies.

Eddie: You're in the wrong lighting, man.

Buck: Some of us don't need lighting to look good!

And...

Years later... At the dark firestation, Eddie looking at Buck, getting lost on his memory lane, forgetting to introduce Ana.

Ana: Even in the dark this place is amazing! (The parallel to "Some of us don't need lighting to look good.")

And Eddie panics.

(*panicking, looking between Ana and Buck*)

Eddie: I don't want these things to wilt!

.....

After that... Eddie, looking at Buck:

Somehow we became a ready-made family, and I... I don't know if I'm ready for that.

(and how could he be ready for that, he thought Buck was straight.)

.....

Eddie talking with his tía, learning that she's been married twice, not just once, like Eddie always thought.

Eddie, learning that she had been unable to move on from the first husband, and didn't feel ready to date... But her friends had dragged out anyway, and that's when she had met her second husband-to-be.

And it was this, meeting someone else, that made her move on. So Eddie forces himself to date, thinking that all he needs to do is meet the right person, and he'll finally move on.

.....

The scene with Marisol, setting her bag on Eddie's hallway table.

Checking that it's not falling off... because there is barely enough space for Marisol to set down her belongings.

The table is already full. There's a toy truck on it, which BUCK gave Chris, years ago,

and it takes so much room.

It's lit, under a lamp, in the center of a table, the first thing you see when you enter Eddie's home. A prized little thing, a treasure. It's clearly valued, spotlighted like art... Even though a toy like that? Would not be very expensive.

Still, it's clearly something Eddie cherishes. Chris is no longer a little kid, he doesn't play with toys like that. But the truck stays, it's something Eddie wants to keep looking at. And it's huge, centered, leaves little room for something else.

Eddie is pining!!!!

Whether he realises it or not... This man is in love, that's why his relationships feel so suffocating, why they keep failing. His heart is already taken. His romantic relationships are just glued on, they're pretense, acting, a desperate attempt to move on, from Buck.

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forever-rogue · 4 months

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Hello! Could I request something where Eddie is Bi and he’s dating female reader and Eddie used to have a crush on Steve and reader knows and teases him about it such as in the boat where Steve takes off his shirt and throws it at him and reader knows he’s low key freaking out about it and she finds it cute how he reacts. Yk he obviously won’t cheat but he’s reminded of why he had a crush on him, that kind of thing you know?

AN | Okay but Bi!Eddie is canon to me and it would be so fun to tease him about his little crush 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Bi!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“Hello handsome,” Eddie practically melted when he heard your sweet voice cut through his thoughts. You walked into the back of his shop, trying not to startle him if he happened to be under a car; luckily you heard him closing a hood before you were greeted with his smile. You weaved your way over to him, all soft and smiley and sugary sweet - a complete contrast to his current environment. You held out an ice cold bottle of water to him, which he eagerly took and started to chug, “figured you could use that today.”

"You're right baby," he closed his bottle and leaned in to give you a wet, minty kiss. You grabbed the front of his coveralls and pulled closer, kissing him again, "you're killing me."

"You've been gone all day," you teased softly, playing with a chocolatey rogue curl that had escaped his bun, "can you really blame a girl for missing her man?"

"Fuck no," he scoffed, "missed you too, baby. You look pretty today."

"You think this looks pretty," you dragged your fingers along the soft fabric of your dress' strap. Eddie was a simple man at the end of the day, and seeing you in a dress sparked some sort of primal urge, "you should see what's underneath."

"You're playing dirty," he groaned, trying to control himself so he didn't get a hard on in the middle of work. He wondered if it was either pretty lingerie or nothing at all. He'd find out soon enough he hoped, "I'm going to get you back for this."

"I hope you do," you patted his chest and gave him a soft, playful little push back, "so -"

"Aha," he sighed dramatically as he often did, "you have an ulterior motive. I should have known."

"Calm down, Edward," you laughed fondly, a sound that seemed to go straight to his heart and made butterflies flutter in his tummy, "its a good thing! I was talking with Steve and Robin today and they suggested we all spend the long holiday weekend at the cabin. What do you think?"

"You've already said yes for us."

"I've already said yes for us," you confirmed sweetly, "I didn't see why not. Unless you can't handle being stuck with your little boyfriend all weekend.”

“Stopppp,” he groaned, cheeks turned a pretty shade of bubblegum pink as tried to pull up his coveralls over his warm face, “I regret ever telling you I had a crush on Steve Harrington.”

“Baby boy, I am not blind,” you pulled the dark blue fabric away from his pretty face, “I know when you’re looking and when you’re looking. I think it’s cute, Eddie. Besides, you have good taste - Steve is a handsome guy.”

“Excusez-moi?” over exaggerated, in a horrible French accent. You loved this absolute dork.

“You didn’t let me finish,” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, “Steve is a handsome guy but you, Eddie Munson, are the handsomest and hottest man alive. My loins burn for you!”

“I…I can’t believe this is how the love of my life, my future wife, and the future mother of my children is acting,” with a hand on his chest, he hung his head and sighed deeply. Meanwhile your heart was rapidly pitter-pattering as your bones felt like jelly at the future wife and mother of my children comment. Eddie, loud and boisterous, had many times declared he was going to marry you and that you’d have all the children you wanted. But hearing it now still felt as electric as the first time.

“I could say the same for you, future husband and father of my children,” but you were all fond smiles and soft eyes, “I’ll let you get back to it. Don’t work too hard, okay?”

“I’ll be home soon,” he reached for your hand and squeezed it gently, “wanna do Chinese for dinner?”

“Hell yeah,” you cheered excitedly, “I’ll call in and order-”

“And I’ll pick up on my way home,” he grinned.

“Excellent teamwork,” you loved him. You really, really loved him, “don’t forget - this weekend at the lake house!”

“Ugh!”

He was still grumbling under his breath as you waved and walked out of the garage. How was he going to survive a weekend with you and Steve in bathing suits? He wasn’t going to, short and simple.

But it would still be fun. Right? Right.

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“Alright,” Steve Harrington was a natural leader. It was something he’d picked up quickly when he’d begun being everyone’s babysitter. But it was a role that suited him well and he looked so natural standing on the dock in front of the whole gang, arms outstretched as he tried to gather everyone’s attention. You were standing off the right with Eddie, hands entwined and fingers laced together. Robin was square in the middle, Nancy shyly tucked into her side; the newness of their relationship still strong. Jonathan and Argyle rounded out the group along with Chrissy Cunningham. A ragtag group of survivors that had turned to friends to found family.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You knew Eddie was excited to be with everyone but you also knew that he was lowkey freaking out about Steve. Sweet, golden, wonderful Steve that was oblivious to the fact that Eddie had harbored a crush on him for several years before you came along. Steve was his best friend and his former crush, but you were the love of his life. He knew that much, and so did you. It was still just a little fun to tease him.

“Listen up nerds,” Steve looked between all of you as you started to playfully boo him, “this weekend is all about being lazy and having fun. So, don’t drown, remember sunscreen, and if you’re going to have sex keep it down and safe.”

“Hell yeah,” you heard Argyle and Jonathan snickering among themselves as you pressed a kiss to Eddie’s bare shoulder. Your friends were absolutely ridiculous sometimes but loved them all.

“And don’t forget - bonfires at nine o’clock sharp. There will be s’mores and beers,” that had you all excited, “now go and have fun, children!”

Everyone started to scatter as you took Eddie’s hand and started to pull him along to the house. He pretended to huff dramatically as you grinned at him. He looked so good with black shorts and a cut off tank, tattoos on full display, dark ink against pale skin. His mess of curls was pulled into a bun at the stop of his head, a few curls framing his face. He had on a pair of black ray bans and beat up vans on his feet, the pure essence of cool.

“Come on handsome,” naturally he obliged you and let you drag him along, “let’s get changed and go swimming. It’s so hot and the water looks perfect.”

“Did you bring-”

“The red two-piece that has you practically drooling?” you barely managed to get your words out before squealing as Eddie picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, practically running into the house, “Edward! I didn’t even give you an answer!”

“I presume the answer is a big, fat yes?” He opened the door to the room where you would be staying during your trip. You huffed as he gently set you down on the bed before caging you in between his arms and kissing you softly. You leaned into his touch, pressing to pull away from him until you were in desperate need of a fresh breath of air, “baby, baby, baby.”

“The answer to your question is a big fat no,” he rolled on his back and threw his arms out in mock exasperation, “calm down and let me finish.”

“You’re a cruel mistress!”

“I got a whole new bathing suit,” you rolled onto your stomach so you could face him. You reached up and touched his face, tenderly brushing your fingers along his cheek, “and I think you’re going to like it.”

“Sweetheart, you could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still be the most beautiful girl in the entire world,” your entire face softened at his world and you almost melted into a puddle, “and on top of all that, you’ve got the best and biggest heart of all.”

“And great tits-”

“And great tits,” he confirmed as if there was ever any doubt to that, “you’re the whole package baby. I love you.”

“I love you, Eddie,” you took his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “you are the best man. Just so you know.”

He smiled at you, letting out a small wistful little sigh, “before we get too mushy, let’s get changed and get some sun.”

“That sounds excellent, my love.”

Okay. Okay. You hadn't been lying when you'd told Eddie that he would like this bathing suit. Bright pink and looking like it was made for you, fitting just as you liked and showing off all the curves you wanted to. You owned it and that in and of itself made you dangerously sexy. Eddie had to work to make sure he didn't get a hard on in front of everyone; he was glad for the cold water of the lake. He might have been drooling though…that was hard to control when you looked like that.

But - but - it got worse. He didn't think it could get worse than trying to control himself around you but then it did. He wasn't sure whether to curse you, Steve Harrington, or everything out in the universe.

Once he'd calmed down enough and the two of you were playing around in the water, Steve Harrington came out to join you. He was wearing a pair of navy blue swim trunks and nothing else besides a pair of flip flops and sunglasses. He looked good and he knew it.

And so did Eddie. His eyes raked over Steve's lithe, tan figure, which you quickly caught onto. Eddie studied his golden skin, littered with freckles and delicious chest hair. He swallowed thickly, the lump in his throat enormous.

You hadn't realize that Steve had come out at first but when Eddie suddenly fell silent you knew something was wrong.

"Babe?" On his back on his float, chest already getting tan from the hot summer sun, was Eddie with his mouth hanging open as he stared straight at the dock. You followed his eyeline and almost laughed out loud when you realized what was going on. He quickly glared at you as you stifled your laugh which turned into a horrible snorting sound, "Edward."

"Sweetheart," he huffed like a child, pretty plush lips pulled into a pout as he looked at you, "affectionately - shut up!"

"You are the least conspicuous person ever! At least try to act like you're not drooling!"

"I am not drool-"

"Hey there."

You grinned at Steve as the boy swam over to you, a lazy smile on his face as he treaded water without effort. You splashed some water at Eddie as he remained silent, only a pained look on his face.

"Hey," he snapped to attention and looked between the two of you, brain overloaded with the amount of attractiveness between the two of you, "looking good, Harrington."

If there had been a wall in front of him, he would have been banging his head already. You snorted in amusement before floating onto your back and slowly swimming away with a wave. You were going to let them have their own moment.

"You too man," Steve had a smile so pretty that it was almost cruel. Eddie returned the grin with what he hoped was an equally lovely one, "being in love looks good on you."

"I-I'm not in love with you," Eddie's voice stammered and shook as he looked at Steve with wide, worried eyes. Steve tossed his head back with laughter. Oh. That wasn't what he was insinuating? Awkward.

"I know that," he reached over and gently tugged on one of Eddie's loose curls, "still hope you've got some love for me though."

"Duh," the two of them exchanged shy smiles, "always."

"Me too," Steve agreed and Eddie's heart started to rattle wildly in his chest, "wanna know a secret, Munson?"

"S-sure."

"It would have been cool if it would have been you," and just like that, Eddie was sure his heart stopped beating. The flow of the river around him seemed so loud and he was trying to convince himself that he was hearing incorrectly. Judging from the look on Steve's face, he hadn't heard incorrectly, "but I think we're on the right path regardless."

“Yeah,” Eddie knew that Steve was already devoted to Chrissy. The two of them clearly shared a deep bond despite only having been dating for a few months. When Eddie first learned that Steve was dating someone new, and then when he realized it was another of his friends, he could admit that some jealousy flared up. It was natural, and that was what you tried to explain to Eddie. Even though the two of you had each other and you both knew that you loved each other, it was a normal human emotion to still feel things for other people, “I agree.”

“And just so you know, you’re the most attractive guy I’ve ever met,” Eddie’s cheeks were already pink from the sun he’d been getting - he wasn’t good at remembering to apply sunscreen despite your insistence - but they just turned about ten shades darker when he heard Steve’s confession. Steve bit his lip as he blushed as well, “and you’re my best friend.”

“You’re my best friend too, handsome,” Eddie broke the bit of awkward tension that had settled in between the two of them. There was a moment of silence before the two of them broke into a fit of laughter. You’d found Robin and Nancy and the three of you were watching the boys in amusement. You’d all been taking bets on when, if ever, they’d reveal that they had had crushes on the other, “wanna go and grab a beer?”

“Hell yeah,” he agreed as the two of them high-fived. Steve started to swim towards the dock but Eddie paused for a moment as he turned around to wave at you, a goofy smile on his face. You couldn’t help but return the smile, your heart melting with nothing but affection for your man.

He might have been a fool but he was your fool.

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It was late by the time all of you made your way back to your bedrooms. The bonfire had gone late into the night and all of you had been reluctant to go to bed despite the fact that you’d be there all week. This was a much needed trip for everyone.

“Hey,” you let yourself fall into the bed, laughing as Eddie copied you and jumped in next to you, easily putting his arm around you and pulling towards him. You couldn’t help yourself as you pressed kisses to his forehead, cheeks, and nose. He giggled at the soft touch of yourself before sighing softly as you draped yourself over him, “I love you, honey boy.”

“I love you,” he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together, giving your hand a small squeeze, “did you know that Steve had a crush on me?”

“I didn’t know,” you stretched out his arms and pressed kisses to his pale, inked skin, “but I knew. We all did. Wasn’t hard to see the two pretty boys oogling each other all the time.”

“We didn’t…oh,” his face between a range of emotions as he processed what you said. Suddenly it all seemed so obvious, “we did, didn’t we. Well, that would have been good to know a few years ago.”

“Excuse me?” you pretended to be shocked and hurt as you turned floppy in his hold, “are you telling me that you think Steve would have been the love of your life and the two of you would have been together living happily ever after?!”

“No way, princess,” he tenderly put his hand on your cheek and turned your face up to his, “you and I were meant to be. That’s never going to change. You’re it for me, baby.”

“I know,” you offer him a cheeky grin, “I just wanted to hear you say it, my love. Never gets old.”

“Then I’ll continue to remind you,” he pulled you down to his lips and kissed you sweetly, “every single day of my life.”

“Promise?” and yeah. He would do absolutely anything in the world for you.

“Promise,” he replied, voice low and soft, “but I’m still mad at you.”

“Mad at me?! Why?” you huffed and started to tickle him, causing him to dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“Because it should be illegal to be this good looking,” he huffed, “gonna be the death of me.”

“What about you?” you kissed him slowly, “you’re just as bad. Good thing we’re stuck together.”

“Forever,” he confirmed, “ahh, baby, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Lots and lots and then some more, goofy boy.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #bi!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things

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eddiebuckley-diaz · 1 year

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All I’m saying is that we were not told who Eddie or Buck’s first kiss was…

Bisexual Buddie tastes so sweet

#bi!eddie #bi!buck #bisexual buck #bisexual eddie #gay eddie #buddie #buddie 911 #buck and eddie #eddie and buck #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buckley#evan buck buckley #911 #911 spoilers #911 on fox #911 fox

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forays-into-fiction · 1 year

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Welcome Home

You and Eddie are best friends, always have been. You’ve been away at college and are back home for a visit when he catches you in a compromising position, things will never be the same now.

Request fill for @maximus2354 I really hope you enjoy it, I’m a little nervous about this one being an Eddie x Male!Reader, it’s not a dynamic that I’ve really explored before so I hope it turned out ok 😅

Minors DNI

Contains: Bestfriend!Eddie/Male!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Bi!Eddie, Masturbation, Getting Caught Masturbating, Mutual Masturbation, Frottage, Confessions of Love, Slight Pervy Behaviour

You’d told Eddie you would be home from college for Thanksgiving, he decided to stop by and surprise you at your place. He was no stranger to your home, he’d been there more than enough times throughout the years as your friend.

He can’t quite believe that you still keep in touch, still make time for him in your undoubtedly busy schedule, but you always do. You even make the trip down to see Corroded Coffin play when you can, a fact that touches him deeply.

He starts up the stairs to your bedroom, but freezes, stopping just shy of your door when he hears it. Soft, breathy moans, the gentle creak of your bed.

He shouldn’t be here right now, he should go… come back later, but he can’t resist. He inches closer peeping in through the crack in the slightly ajar door, his cock swelling between his legs at the sight.

You’re splayed out over your bed, eyes screwed shut, knees falling apart, feet planted flat on the mattress beneath you, biting on your lip as you fist your flushed, leaky cock. Taking advantage of the empty house while you could.

Eddie palms himself through his jeans, breath catching in his throat, he inches ever closer desperate to hear more, see more.

Images of him flash behind your closed eyelids, it’s wrong to think of your best friend like this, you know it. You can’t help but think of him, the way he smiles at you, the way it feels when he gives you a playful shove or drags you around like it’s nothing. The way he looks when he’s on stage, God it has you whimpering like a pathetic little whore.

You imagine what it would be like to have his gorgeous, ring-clad fingers wrapped around you instead of your own and you find yourself squeezing just that little bit tighter… or maybe how it would feel if he wrapped a hand around your throat. A muted groan escapes through your lips and you buck up into your fist desperately.

Behind the door Eddie is tugging on his belt, undoing his pants as quietly and quickly as he can. He grips his own length, stroking it hurriedly trying to catch up to you, pausing only to lick his palm, wetting it before continuing. What he hears next has him gasping, uncertain if he’s heard correctly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Eddie...” You whine teasing the underside of your sensitive tip, pre-cum bubbling over your fingers.

Your thrusts begin to speed up, pushing off the mattress with your heels.

There’s no way, Eddie thinks to himself, no way he’d heard that right, surely. But then it comes again, louder this time, more breathy, more desperate.

Your hand glides over your shaft repeatedly with an obscene wet, ‘shluck’ you bring your other hand down to toy with your balls, gasping “Shit… just like that, Eddie… Eddie… fuck me Eddie…”

He’s gotten too close to the door, he stumbles knocking into it, withdrawing his hand from his pants to steady himself.

Your eyes snap open at the sound and you scramble to cover yourself, sitting bolt upright and shoving a nearby pillow into your crotch.

“Fuck, Eddie wh-what are you doing here?! How… how much did you see? How much did you hear?” You wince at the thought that he’d heard that.

Eddie remains frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights, staring back at you speechless.

You haven’t noticed his unbuttoned jeans hanging loosely on his hips, cock straining at the denim, too wrapped up in your own embarrassment, your eyes dart around the room, “C’mon man, don’t… don’t… there’s no way you didn’t hear me just now, please speak to me. I’m sorry, man… I’m so sorry.”

Eddie finally finds his voice, stumbling over his words, “N-no… I-I’m sorry… so s-sorry. I-I shouldn’t have… I should’ve…”

“What’re you talking about? I’m the fucking perv… touching myself thinking about you, my best friend… shit I’m sorry.” You bite back a groan as your cock throbs between your legs, begging to be touched, you’d been so close and this has done little to ease your persistent erection despite the shame and embarrassment it brought.

He sighs heavily before responding in admission, “Well, I’m the fucking perv peeping on my best friend and touching myself as well.”

You splutter, eyes bulging as you take in his disheveled appearance properly for the first time, “I-I’m sorry you what?!”

“You heard me y/n… I caught you in the middle of… and well I just, I couldn’t help myself and then… and then you moaned my name… shit man, do you have any idea what that does to a guy?”

“Really? You’re not like creeped out?”

“Look at me dude… I’m fucking hard as a rock…” He palms over his crotch for emphasis and you whine in response trying to subtly grind against the pillow in your lap.

Eddie continues hesitantly, “You umm… you didn’t finish, did you?”

“Uh… no, not yet. I-I was close though.”

“Do you… would you mind if I joined you?”

“Oh, fuck please Eddie you have no idea how much I want that.” Your subtle grind isn’t quite so subtle anymore as you buck up involuntarily.

And Eddie is scrambling to the bed, hastily stripping off his pants along the way. He throws himself down onto the bed in front of you ripping off his shirt as he does, tossing it to the floor.

He continues palming at himself, his legs tangling up with your own as he watches you expectantly. You can’t believe this is happening you watch him in awe, unable to move, mind stalling.

He tugs on the pillow gently snapping you out of your reverie, “Hey, you gonna get rid of this and keep going or am I on my own here?”

You toss aside the pillow revealing all of yourself to him, your cock bobs up and down under his gaze, dribbling all over yourself, pre-cum collecting in the thatch of curls at your base.

In turn he pulls himself free of his boxers and your mouth waters at the sight, his delicious thick, pink-tipped cock clasped between his ring-clad fingers.

Your own hand drifts back between your legs, resuming your earlier actions, matching Eddie’s pace. Your gaze flicks between his cock and his deep, brown eyes clouded with lust.

“Can… can I touch you?” You venture tentatively.

He nods in response, shuffling in closer. You reach a hand down placing it over his own on his shaft. You guide his hand for a few strokes before he’s slipping it away, letting you take over completely.

“Jesus H Christ that feels good.” He whines spurring you on.

You let out a choked moan when he reaches for your neglected cock, stroking it in time with your motions.

“Shit, Eddie you are perfect… better than I imagined.”

You tear your gaze away from the engorged dick, hot and heavy against your palm to look him in the face. You shift forward even closer until your balls rest against his, bouncing off each other with each stroke, the backs of your respective hands brushing over one another.

Impulsively you hook your free hand behind his head and drag him into a clumsy kiss, he gasps and you take advantage of that, deepening the kiss.

In a heartbeat, he’s releasing his grip on you, using that hand to press you back into the mattress. He straddles you, grinding and thrusting his cock against your own both of you panting heavily. It’s warm and wet and messy, you snake a hand back down between the pair of you, gripping both of your cocks, holding them together as he thrusts away with a growl.

You look up at him reverently, taking in his rosy features, the way sweat drips from his forehead, his wild mane of hair hanging in his face, lips pursed together, his little tongue poking out between them.

You feel the press and drag of his tip against your own, moaning, “Fuck, Eddie… I’m not… I’m not gonna last long. I’ve never… with anyone….”

He groans in response, “Shit, baby… really I-I’m your first?”

The two of you thrust in opposition to one another, slick cocks gliding against the other, throbbing and twitching as you mumble back in assent.

Your grip tightens, you’re drawing closer to your end, your cock flexes, balls drawing up tight against you, ready to empty their load, “Oh… oh, fuck Eddie I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” He croons in your ear, his hair tickling your cheek.

It sends you toppling over the edge, hot streams of cum erupting from your tip as you spasm beneath him, leaving a sticky pool on your stomach.

It coats both of your cocks as Eddie continues thrusting against you desperately chasing his own end, pace quickening until he too is spilling all over your stomach and hand.

The pair of you pant against one another, you relish in the feel of his sticky, sweaty body pressing against you. He rubs against you lazily, riding out the last of his high until neither of you can take anymore.

He rolls over landing beside you, staring up at the ceiling, he sighs, “Well, uh… that was something huh?”

“Uh… yeah. Yeah it was.” You reach for your previously discarded shirt and wipe it over the rapidly cooling mess of spunk splattered all over you. You move to clean him up too, but hesitate a moment, “Is it ok if I…?”

He looks up at you, humming curiously until he realises what you mean, “Huh… oh, yeah sure. Go ahead.”

You wipe your shirt over him carefully, admiring his body as you do so. You trace your fingertips over his tattoos once you finish cleaning him off and he shivers.

You pull your hand away abruptly, he looks at you hopefully as he sits up, leaning back against the headboard.

You begin tentatively, “We’re still friends, right?”

His face falls, there’s a mix of bitterness and sorrow that laces his voice, “Yeah, friends… right.”

You give him a nudge, “No, hey what’s wrong? I… I didn’t just ruin everything did I? I-I’m sorry if I did… if I made you uncomfortable or-”

“What? No! You didn’t… it’s… it’s me, I don’t know how to go back to just being friends after that.”

“Oh. Uhhhh… we don’t have to be just friends… if… if you don’t want?” You avoid his eye, grimacing slightly at your awkwardness.

“Don’t fuck with me right now.” His voice wavers.

You look up, somehow feeling more vulnerable now than before, “I-I’m not. Really, I’m not. Eddie… clearly I like you, I mean… you… you caught me moaning your name for Christ’s sake.”

“I dunno… coulda been like a ‘heat of the moment’ thing.” His hair falls into his face as he avoids your gaze now.

You raise a hand, sweeping his hair aside to look deep into his eyes as you assure him, “Eddie, it was more than a ‘heat of the moment’ thing, you are so much more than that to me. How do you not see that?”

He stares back at you, searching for any hint of deception, “You… you mean that?”

In answer you hook a hand behind his neck once again, suddenly pulling him into a heated, bruising kiss full of desperation.

It takes him a moment to respond, but he does, his hand creeping up your neck slowly. His fingertips delve into your hairline as his thumb rubs over the column of your neck.

You break apart gasping for air, he manages to gasp out, “Shit, you keep kissing me like that and we’ll be going for round two.”

You chuckle, “Would that be so bad?”

“Oh, you cheeky son of a bitch. So, you actually want to do this?” He gestures between the two of you.

“Bit late for that Eds, we already did it.” You smirk at him.

“Oh, haha very funny. I’m trying to be serious here for once.”

“Yes, I want this. I want you, forever and always.”

Tears well in his eyes unexpectedly, you reach over and cup his cheek, “Hey, hey what’s wrong? What’s with the tears?”

“I-I’m sorry ‘s just… I didn’t think… never could’ve thought that you’d… that we’d…”

You pull him into your arms, rubbing over his back soothingly as you whisper in his ear, “Shhhh shhh shh… hey, it’s ok. I… I love you, Eddie.”

“Fuck… really, really wasn’t prepared for that. I-I love you, too.”

You pull back slightly to look at him, “Good, I was really hoping this wasn’t one-sided. How ‘bout we get cleaned up properly now… unless you actually wanna try for round two? Fuck me for real this time?”

He chuckles, “We can save it for another time, when I can treat my guy right. Besides, don’t need your family walking in while we’re in the middle of…”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You concede.

As you both pull yourselves together, shrugging clothes back on he turns to you, grinning almost smugly, “So, I’m really your first huh? All this time away at college you never…?”

You nod bashfully, “Uh, yeah you are, I dunno I guess it’s kinda just always been you, Eddie.”

“Cool…” He murmurs in response.

“What… what about you?” You probe cautiously.

“Oh, me… well I��ve been with a handful of people. Guys and girls… it’s just… it’s never really meant anything. Just quickies and one-night stands.”

“Oh…” You nod slowly in understanding.

“This… this wasn’t that though. I promise you that. I uhhh… you wanna go on a date some time?” He blurts out.

You chuckle at him, “Yes, Eddie, I would love to go on a date some time.”

He smiles contentedly, “Good. Yeah, that’s good.”

“So… not that I’m complaining, but why are you here? I just mean… we didn’t have plans or anything, did we?”

“No, no… I remembered you said you’d be getting here today, just thought I’d pop in and say… welcome home.”

You giggle, “Well, this is one ‘welcome home’ I will never forget.”

“Yeah, me either.” He breathes out.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x male!reader #bestfriend!eddie x reader #bestfriend!eddie x virgin!reader #virgin!reader #bi!eddie #bi!eddie munson #bestfriend!eddie x male!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n #request fill #maximus2354

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 2 years

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Some silly Eddie headcanons while I’m fighting sleep:

He paints his nails dark colors, normally black, and even sometimes deep blues or reds. His toenails are also always painted, but no one knows that because he never really takes his shoes/socks off around anyone other than his partner(s). He always paints them bright pink because that’s secretly one of his favorite colors. No one knows that about him either.

Ever since he was younger, he and Wayne have had this tradition of swinging by the nearest restaurant, usually Benny’s Burgers, to get a milkshake after Eddie got out of school. This continued all the way up until Eddie started driving himself, even if his grades weren’t always the best.

He’s allergic to cats, but he never tells anyone because “allergies aren’t very metal” and suffers in silence apart from the sneezing and sniffling when he visits Dustin’s house because Tews is too cute not to pet.

Eddie has a massive fear of bugs. He hears a cricket chirping in the trailer? He’s sleeping in the van tonight. There’s a spider in the corner of his bedroom? Sleeping in the van tonight. Cockroach ran across the carpet? Fuck it, he’s moving out.

Footloose is one of his comfort movies and he’ll absolutely die if anyone finds out (they find out, and he unfortunately lives).

Fantasy is his special interest, hence his hyperfixations on D&D and LOTR, and he nerds out about it constantly. He’s the type of ADHD-haver to be virtually unable to focus on anything unless it meets the bare minimum requirement of one of his interests, which is why he has so much trouble in school — he loves to read fiction, loves to write and do math and learn new things, but only if it pertains to something like playing D&D, for example. But learning about western expansion and manifest destiny? Hard pass.

Confident bisexual. The only times he’s ever been kissed or has fooled around has been at concerts that he’s attended, where it’s normal to interact with strangers in such ways and not have to follow up with or see them ever again. This means that he’s a great kisser, but he has really no idea what he’s doing beyond that.

He sews his patches onto his vest with dental floss.

Very touchy guy. Gets in peoples’ faces a lot and comes up with excuses constantly to engage in physical intimacy.

Though he’s pretty close with his band members, he’s closer to Dustin than he is to any of them.

When he gets with his partner(s), he prefers to be the big spoon when cuddling. He’s always the one who insists on holding doors open and pulling chairs out at restaurants, with a bow and everything because he’s a romantic dork.

Has never owned or even worn a suit in his entire life. The first one he rents is to wear to Chrissy’s funeral.

He hates cheese and won’t eat it by itself. This causes arguments when he goes to the Harrington house to hang out because Steve loves cheese.

After hanging out with Robin and Steve for so long, he starts to substitute words like ‘groovy’ or ‘neat’ for his usual ‘metal’. This pisses him off to no end because those are literally the least metal words ever.

His favorite animals are alligators.

Billy is the only person in the group who understands his metal references and notices the new patches when they appear on his vest. He even gifts Eddie a Ratt pin at some point to add to it.

He’s the only person other than Lucas, on very special occasions, that is allowed to so much as touch Max’s skateboard.

He doesn’t talk in his sleep, per se, but he does yell and jerk randomly and it scares the living shit out of Steve the first few times they crash on the couch together while getting high.

No one but him is allowed to handle his guitar, and he always makes jokes about how he wants it buried with him when he dies because they’re soulmates.

After he survives the Vecna bullshit, he gets a tattoo of a demobat. Everyone hates it.

His nickname for Wayne is “pops”.

#eddie munson #billy hargrove #steve harrington #max mayfield #wayne munson #dustin henderson #chrissy cunningham #adhd!eddie #bi!eddie #harringroveson #mungrove #you know the drill #I’m not tagging the other ship #this is only a little shippy anyways tbh #st hcs

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destiels-assbutt13 · 22 days

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abc did in four episodes what the cw couldn’t do in 15 seasons

#911 abc #911 spoilers #destiel #spn #supernatural #deancas #evan buckley #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #oliver stark #buddie #bi buck #911 7x04 #BUCK IS BI #WHAT DO YOU MEAN BI BUCK CANON

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seths-rogens · 18 days

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i like to call this ‘popular mlm ships with freakishly similar name dynamics’

this means absolutely nothing i’ve simply been observing this for a hot sec

#i’m onto absolutely nothing here i’m just making connections #i don’t even go to 2 of these fandoms!#also congrats 911 fandom for bi buck!#happy for y’all <3 #stevebucky #stucky #steddie #buddie #ed x stede #bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve harrington #eddie munson #evan buckley #eddie diaz #stede bonnet

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dum-spiro-spero99 · 22 days

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THEY WOULD BE SO SO PROUD OF YOU

thanks to @pineapplecrispy for the suggestion + italian bonus, Owen WIlson bonus and historically inaccurated emo boys bonus

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hairmetal666 · 1 month

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Eddie thought inviting Steve to the Grammys would be fine, cool, no big deal. And it should be, but Steve is walking out of the suite's bedroom wearing a burgundy tuxedo that fits him like a fucking glove. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough to let chest hair peak out, and Eddie thinks he might faint.

He's always been attracted to Steve, of course, but never let it go further than that. Like, sure, Steve was hot as fuck, and sure he was the best guy Eddie had ever met, and sometimes, yeah, he did have to force away thoughts of Steve when he jerked off, and in other circumstances he'd totally be head over heels. Just, Steve is straight, the straightest, a fucking arrow.

Eddie tears his eyes from Steve's body. "You look great, man." He slaps Steve's back. Keeping it cool; keeping it so cool.

"Psh," Steve says. "Have you looked in a mirror? Oh my god." His eyes are saucer wide as they travel down Eddie's body.

"Is it too much?" Eddie crosses his arms over his bare chest.

"Are you kidding? You're--fuck, man. You look good as hell."

He's wearing a silky burgundy shirt, open to show off the necklaces around his throat, his tattoos, the silver in his nipples. His pants are leather, tight, sitting low on his hips and putting the cut of his pelvic bone on full display. They have a lace-up closure that comes dangerously close to showing pube.

Heat rushes to his face at the compliment. "It's--you know. Hazard of the job."

"Yeah, hazard, sure. Guess it's a hard life having hot dudes literally throwing themselves at you."

Eddie barks out a laugh. "That's a vast exaggeration."

"Is it?"

He blushes harder. "You're my date tonight, Steve."

"My point exactly."

His manager and publicist usher them out the door before he can ask what the hell that meant.

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The ride is giddy and playful, Steve popping champagne to celebrate Eddie's nomination for Song of the Year, even though there's no chance in hell he wins.

Steve is happy. His face is bright with joy, eyes shining, laugh loud and infectious. He's gorgeous, knows it, will be an absolute menace on the red carpet. He's been with Eddie to parties and stuff before, doesn't have any anxiety in front of the camera and isn't obsessed with musicians like Eddie is, unafraid to meet them.

Or so Eddie thought.

Because now they're standing at the edge of the red carpet, Steve very nearly trembling next to him.

"Harrington?"

"That's--That's Madonna." Steve points to her. "We're not even ten feet away from Madonna." He gulps. "Eddie. Madonna."

Steve has met famous people before with Eddie. Ozzy, briefly, Janet Jackson, Dave Grohl, James Hetfield, and he'd always been fine. Barely batted an eye. But get him within reaching distance of Madonna and he falls apart.

Eddie doesn't think about it, grabs Steve's hand, twines their fingers together. "Okay?"

The smile Steve throws him, grateful and a little embarrassed, stabs straight through his heart. He calms as they make it up the carpet, but he doesn't drop Eddie's hand, even when they pause for pictures. In fact, he leans into it, drapes his arm around Eddie's shoulders, or around his waist, seeming to thrive the closer they are. Eddie feels this dangerous pull to indulge in it, to let himself believe it means something, and he doesn't quite have it in him to turn it off.

By the time they reach their seats, Steve is relaxed back to his normal charming and handsome self, doesn't bat an eye as Eddie introduces him around.

The show passes quickly with all the performances and Steve whispering jokes in his ear. It's the best time he's ever had at an award show, like he should have been bringing Steve along this whole time. He's so distracted that he's not really ready when Paula Abdul comes out to announce Song of the Year.

His name is read off as a nominee and Steve grabs his hand, squeezes tight. Eddie's heart flips in his chest. He's not paying attention when Paula opens the envelope, too focused on Steve's strong hand holding his. He hears her say, "And the Grammy goes to--" and everything goes fuzzy.

Steve is saying, "oh my god, oh my god, Eddie. Get up, get up."

And his fucking song is playing and everyone is cheering, a couple people slap his back, and oh shit, oh shit, he fucking won. He stands, Steve with him. He thinks they're going to hug, that's what you do in these situations, but Steve is kissing him. Not on the cheek and not a quick peck, but lip-to-lip, soft and sweet.

Steve just kissed him and he has to get on stage and give a speech. He has no idea what he says because Steve just kissed him. On the lips. On purpose. His ears are ringing and words tumble out of his mouth, thinks he says, "couldn't have done it without you, Stevie," before tripping over his feet to get backstage.

Interviews, photographs, congratulations all help him settle. He's still buzzing with the win, but aware enough now to think the kiss had to be an accident. They've been friends for nearly a decade and Steve never seemed interested in men generally or Eddie specifically.

It takes a while to finish up the backstage business, but when he makes it to his seat, Steve just beams at him. He doesn't mention the kiss, which makes Eddie think he's overreacting. It wasn't a big deal. Sure, he could still feel Steve's lips, warm and soft, against his own, but it didn't mean anything. He's just too in his big gay feelings to be objective.

They don't get a chance to really talk until they're back in the limo and on their way to the after-party.

"You won," Steve says.

"I won." Eddie smiles. "Crazy."

"You deserved it."

He shrugs. "I don't know about that."

"Doesn't matter. You did." Steve fidgets with the cuff of his jacket. "About earlier, um. The kiss. I--"

Eddie feels his face heating, heart kicking up. It was nothing, he knows, and Steve shouldn't have to-- "It was an accident. It's okay. I know you don't--it was the heat of the moment and--I know you're not--you don't--"

Steve blinks a lot, emotions flashing across his face faster than Eddie can categorize.

"What if I do?" Steve asks. His voice is too soft, eyes locked on the cuff link he's fiddling with.

"You--what?"

"What if I did mean it?"

"You're straight."

Steve goes pink. "I'm really not."

"Steve?" He shrieks. "Since when?"

"Um. Since you invited me to this?"

"What the fuck?" Eddie shoves him. "What the fuck, man?"

"I know, I know!" Steve pulls his hand through his hair. "You invited me and I freaked out and I didn't know why, and Robin made the saddest little face at me. Said, 'oh, dingus, you didn't know?' How the fuck was I supposed to know!"

"I think you wanting to fuck me should've been a pretty good indication!"

"I thought that happened to everyone!"

"It doesn't!"

"That's what Robin said!"

They're both yelling.

"Jesus christ. Jesus christ," Eddie keeps repeating.

"Look, I get it if you don't want me too, dude. I know that's not how it works, but I've been pretty crazy about you without realizing it for a while now, so--"

He doesn't mean to, he really doesn't, but he laughs. Like, super loud. Like a donkey bray.

"Okay, can the driver let me out? Like, can I go? I can't--"

"Wait, wait, sweetheart." Steve's gotten up, like he's about to knock on the partition, but Eddie grabs his wrist. "Of course I want you back, you idiot, oh my god."

"Oh." Steve's ears are pink. "Oh. Well. That's good."

Eddie huffs. "Just good? I won a Grammy and the guy I've been pining over for years wants me back. I'm having the night of my life."

"Shut-up." Steve's smile is so big, his eyes so bright.

He raises an eyebrow. "Make me," he says in his lowest register, but he's truly not prepared for it when Steve clambers over to him and lowers himself to straddle Eddie's hips.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers. "Holy shit, Steve."

He give a wry little smile, eyes locked on Eddie's mouth. "Baby, can I kiss you?"

"Yes." Eddie clears his throat. "Yes, please, do that. Yeah."

Only, he doesn't. He's straddling Eddie, they're so close their breath mingles, and Steve's eyes flicker between Eddie's mouth and his eyes, lips so close to touching but not.

"C'mon, asshole," Eddie says.

"I knew you'd be a brat." He whispers. He wraps his hands into Eddie's hair. "Been dying to do this."

And then they're kissing. They're kissing and it steals all of Eddie's breath and his thoughts, and it's new but it's also like they've been kissing forever, like their lips and tongue know each other, like coming home.

He whines, high-pitched and breathy, and Steve laughs, kisses him deeper, moves closer, and Eddie feels how hard Steve is, the persistent pulse of him. And shit Eddie's close, on the brink just from this, from nothing, oh my god.

Steve's hands drift down Eddie's torso, mapping his chest and his stomach, coming to rest at the laces of his pants. "These have been driving me insane," Steve breaks the kiss to say. "Been thinking about undoing them all night."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you can't say shit like that," Eddie groans.

"Why not?"

"Because--because," Eddie sputters but then Steve's lips are on his neck and he's rolling his hips for friction.

Steve's fingers find the laces again, trace against them. Eddie's legs fall open, arching into the touch. "We're going to be so late," he murmurs as Steve's fingers get to work.

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