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hippiepowrs · 2 months

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one night lookin' pretty

eddie munson x fem!metalhead!reader

you and eddie hate school dances, but you decide to go to the prom this year--with someone who isn't eddie. eddie does not like that, but can't say anything.

a/n: this is my first longer fic so i hope you like it. prom season is coming up so this is kinda self indulgent (as if all my fics aren't). this one is for all my weird girls out there! title from one night in the city by dio btw. :)

warnings: hurt/comfort. angsty for a while but gets fluffy. swearing. a guy being a total asshole to reader. reader wears a dress. reader and eddie both self-described as 'freak.' eddie being a jealous and insecure idiot. both are oblivious as fuck. eddie is REALLY dorky. eddie's backstory and parents--i did not read that book so i don't care if it's canon. idiots in love in the end. pretty cliche but i don't care!

wc: 3.8k

It’s prom night, and Eddie is sitting alone on his couch. Without you.

Usually, you guys skip every school event together in favor of watching a shitty movie and smoking half of his stock, but tonight was different. Someone asked you to the prom, and it wasn’t him.

He’s been acting off for the past two weeks, you noticed. He’s been quiet and snappy, and has been opting to jack up the stereo instead of talk on your drives home. When you asked him what was wrong, he pushed you away. So, you left him alone about it. He made it clear he wanted his space.

He didn’t even want to show up to see you in your dress. You called him last night to see if he would come over–he told you he was sick. He wasn’t fully lying, though. The thought of you going to that stupid school dance with that stupid school boy made him nauseous. It didn’t make sense to him. How did you switch your views on the prom so fast? Months ago, the two of you laughed at the idea of going. Now, you were dressed up all pretty, just like all those popular girls you claimed to hate. He had to watch that sleazy ass car pull into to the trailer park, right up next to his. He’d never admit that he watched you step out of your trailer with that guy, and wished it was him.

Being completely honest with yourself, your date isn’t even exactly your type. Todd isn’t some freak like you or your friends, but he isn’t a complete asshole either. He asked you in the hallway two weeks ago, and your instinct was to laugh at him. You laughed in his face, but he didn’t budge. He really wanted to take you to the prom, so you told him you’d go. It felt nice to be wanted. It was okay that he wasn’t some rock n’ roll dude like you’re into–it’s not like you’re marrying him. It’s just the prom.

You and Todd arrive at the Hawkins High gym, hand in sweaty hand. Pushing the anxiety clawing at your throat back down, you give him a smile as you walk to get your photo taken together. The frilly, glittery background reminds you that this place isn’t for you. Again, you push that down.

The music isn’t really your style, either, but everyone is having so much fun you feel the need to pretend. None of your friends are here, so you’re stuck. Maybe you should have pregamed, you think. Too late now. Todd pulls you onto the dance floor with a fervor you’ve never seen in him. You don’t understand how a person can have so much fun dancing to this shitty music. It’s a lot easier to get through when you pretend that Todd is Eddie, and you’re dancing to mixtapes in his room. You decide not to think about the implications of that right now. When the song ends, you offer to grab punch for the both of you. Maybe it’ll be spiked.

As you make your way back to Todd, you see him chatting with a few of his friends, and from this distance you can just begin to hear them.

“So, when do I get my twenty bucks from each of you? She’s totally ruining my reputation right now.” He laughs, and your stomach churns.

“Okay, yeah, you proved us wrong. You got her here, you danced, you win.” His friend confirms the fear that’s been looming over you like a dark cloud since Todd first asked you out.

“You at least better hold onto her long enough to get her home with you tonight, man!” Another friend cackles, and you think you’re going to vomit.

How were you stupid enough to think that he actually liked you?

God, you’re so gullible.

At least there’s nothing to lose now, you think. Walking over to him, drinks in hand, you dump both of them on his head. They splash on his stupid hair and drench his stupid suit. The music keeps playing. A few people turn to look. The room doesn’t stop for you like some trashy romcom. Everyone just keeps going.

Storming out to the parking lot, nothing can stop the burning tears from pouring down your face. You slump down against the brick wall, fabric of your dress sticking to the rough sidewalk. The warm spring air feels sticky on your cheeks. You wish you had stayed in with Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You need to call Eddie. Todd drove you here, so it’s either Eddie or walk, and these heels already hurt enough. Your body feels like dead weight as you drag yourself to the payphone on the wall, punching in the number that’s engraved into your heart.

“Hey.” You greet, choked up. You’re trying to keep your composure. You know it won’t last long.

“…Hey. Havin’ fun with Mr. Popular?” There’s a bitterness to his tone. Usually he would’ve picked up on the fact that you were crying in a split second, but tonight he was too angry.

“Uhm, not really. Could you, uh,” you sniffle, blowing your thin cover, “pick me up? Like, now?”

You can almost hear his demeanor shift over the phone. A beat of silence passes.

“I’ll be right there.” He’s clearly still upset, because he hangs up the phone without saying goodbye. But his one-sided irritation can’t override the facts: he cares about you so much that he immediately hops in his van and starts speeding to the school, even faster than normal.

You sit back at the edge of the sidewalk, staring into the empty night over the parking lot. God, this is so cliché. Freak gets taken to prom as a joke; left crying outside. You know how pointless it is to cry over this guy. You don’t even care about him, to be honest. But it’s not really him you’re crying over. It’s the extensive disappointment you repeatedly put yourself through after expecting different results—it’s the fact that you haven’t stopped thinking about Eddie all night.

As you begin to probe deeper into the ethical implications of falling in love with your best friend, said best friend whips into the parking lot, tires skidding as he pulls right up to you and parks. He drives just how he lives his life—with a sense of urgency and passion you don’t see in many. His van stops diagonally in the middle of the pickup lane, and he hops out of the driver’s side door, so worried he can’t be bothered to close it before sprinting to your side.

For the past six minutes—which is Eddie’s new personal record on getting to the school from Forest Hills—his mind has been racing with every possibility of what could have happened to you tonight. Maybe Todd had another girl, or is just boring, or maybe you got totally Carrie’d and some assholes poured pig’s blood all over you. Not likely, but hey, you never know the determination of Hawkins’ resident assholes. At least if you got Carrie’d you’d look metal as fuck. That would be a good album cover. But that’s not the point. What he’s more worried about is the possibility that that dickwad touched you in any way. Just the thought is enough for him to completely light up—he got pretty close to breaking his steering wheel from how hard he was gripping it.

“What happened?” He tries to act nonchalant, but that’s something he’s never been good at.

Your head is held between your knees, looking down into nothingness. He’s staring daggers into the top of your head, and you can almost feel the fact that he wants to say ‘I told you so.’ Reluctantly, your wet eyes tilt upwards, the rest of your head following.

“Let’s just talk in the van.” He sighs.

You don’t budge. Your legs feel far too wobbly to imagine getting up right now. He has zero patience at the moment, it seems, as evidenced by the fact that he almost immediately picks you up bridal style and carries you directly to the passenger’s side of his van. He fumbles with the door handle for a second before setting you down gently in the seat. You watch him drag a frustrated hand over his face through the windshield as he walks back to his side, and although you know you didn’t do anything wrong, you’re worried that you did.

The engine roars into life, turning your seat into a makeshift massage chair. Eddie pulls out of the parking lot as quickly as he pulled in, but with a little more focus. He doesn’t turn his music on, which is a bad sign.

“It was a bet,” is all you can say, voice soft and defeated, “because, of fucking course it was.” You stare out the window, head tapping against the glass as he hits a pothole straight on.

“I told you that asshole was bad news.” His voice is laced with venom. He’s never been good at controlling his anger—especially when it has to do with you.

You stay silent. Anything you say right now will probably just piss him off more.

“Why do you—why do you always do this to yourself? You’re always finding these guys that just want to take you out to say they were able to take you out. They treat you like a fucking trophy.” He scoffs.

You look at him again, tears still silently falling. Even if you wanted to say something to that, you can’t seem to find your voice.

“I just don’t get it. You’re, like, totally perfect,” he coughs, gripping the wheel harder, “and these guys you find are total douches. You can do so much better.”

“It’s not like there’s anyone better around here,” you mumble while staring out the window, like some kid talking back to their parent for the first time.

“That’s not my point!” His yell rings out against the hum of the engine, the dull drumming being the only sound left as he hangs a sharp right turn. “I just don’t understand why you’re so eager to find some guy that you throw your morals out the door.” Eddie’s eyes dart to you for a moment before looking back at the road.

“I haven’t thrown my morals out the door.” You argue softly.

“Yes, you have! We always said we’d never suck up to the bullshit they want us to do, that we’d never let them turn us normal, and here you are at the fucking prom.”

“Eddie, it’s prom! It’s not like I fucking stabbed my mother!”

“We’re supposed to be the freaks! We’re Hellfire! We piss people off! That’s our whole thing! You can’t just—fuck—just throw that out!” He groans angrily, pulling into Forest Hills, slowing down as you near the Munson trailer.

“I’m not throwing it out.” You say, much more firmly.

“You’re throwing me out!” There it goes, the root of the entire issue. He’s always been worried that you’ll find someone cooler, someone less abrasive, someone who will make you laugh and smile more than he can. Logically, he knows that would never happen, but he can’t help his fear. He throws the van into park and slams the door as he gets out.

Eddie was eight when he met you. He’d been living with Wayne for a little over a year by the time you moved next door, but he was still struggling. His mother left him first, then his father. He missed his mom a lot, but his dad probably caused him more pain, knowing that he had the choice whether or not to stay, but Eddie wasn’t enough. Uncle Wayne was nicer to him than his father had ever been, but that can’t fix a broken kid.

Then one day, you showed up in your ratty hand-me-downs, a year and a half younger than him. He thought that girls had cooties, but you were different. You didn’t giggle or try to hide your gaze like the other girls did when they made fun of him to each other. Instead, you walked right up to him and said hi.

You were new, and you didn’t have the best clothes—he could tell you were probably going through something similar to him—so the kids at school kicked you to the curb. You were just as pretty as the other girls, he thought, if not prettier, as much as a seven-year-old can be. But that didn’t really seem to matter to them. Your lunchbox was plain, theirs had characters.

When the two of you got to be in junior high at the same time, him in the eighth grade and you in sixth, he thought for sure that you would find new, more popular friends. It was incredibly shocking to him that you’d rather hang out with some dorky boy with an ugly buzz cut who’s two grades ahead of you than the other pretty girls, but he wasn’t going to complain.

He’s lived with that fear constantly since then, always preparing himself to see you walking into school one day in some pastel sweater instead of your band shirts and battle vest. He knows you won’t, he knows you’re better than that, and he feels so guilty for always expecting the worst, but he can’t help it.

You hop out of the passenger’s side of the van, holding up the skirt of your dress like some elegant princess. But instead of some grand, ornate staircase, you’re simply walking up the concrete steps of the Munson trailer and following Eddie, who’s storming inside.

“Eddie.” You sound like a scolding mother, tears having dried up a few minutes ago, and you shut the door behind you. “Why do you think so lowly of me?” Your voice cracks with the weight of the question.

Eyes widening, Eddie never realized quite how much his thoughts could affect you until right now. “I don’t,” he says softly. “You’re the best person I know.”

“You say that, but you always think I’m gonna leave you for someone else. You’re my best fucking friend. I’m not just gonna cut you off at the drop of a hat.”

“I- I know that,” he stammers out, a little shaken.

“Do you?”

“Look, I,” he sighs, finally turning around, “I’m just scared. I’m scared that one day you’ll wake up and realize how fucking lame I am, and you won’t want to deal with me and all my bullshit anymore.”

“The world isn’t against you, Eddie.”

He opens his mouth to quip back something snarky, but he closes it as he thinks about your words again.

“You hate yourself so much that it’s beginning to rub off on me, because I’m friends with you, and if I like you, you think that surely there’s something wrong with me, too.”

He’s stunned into silence, your words stabbing him straight through the heart.

“Can you at least tell me why you were being a dick for the past few weeks?” You switch the subject slightly with a sigh.

Eddie takes a deep breath. “Because of Troy asking you to prom.”

“Todd.”

“Yeah, whatever. He was my problem.”

“Why were you mad at me for that, though?”

“I knew he was gonna hurt you.”

“You didn’t say anything about that, though. You just said he was an ass once and then pushed me away for two straight weeks.”

Standing in the middle of the dark trailer, Eddie is presented with two options: confess his lifelong, undying love for you, or don’t. He knows that the only good and honest explanation he can give you involves a love confession, and he hates lying to you. But one thing trumps the fact that he hates lying to you, and it’s that Eddie is a complete and utter pussy.

Eddie is, and always has been, a pussy. In middle school, you acted as his bodyguard—self-appointed, and very passionate—which only made him get bullied worse. You didn’t care. You’d defend him until the end of time. You’d take a hundred tugs to your ponytail or face-plants in the lunchroom so that he wouldn’t have to. You weren’t very loud or talkative in school, until it came to defending Eddie.

To Eddie, you’re this glowing beacon of light and hope in his life. Everything good comes from you. And if he confesses his feelings to you, and you don’t feel the same, that pillar comes crashing down.

But…what if? What if you did feel the same? That’s stupid, he thinks. Clearly you don’t, because otherwise you wouldn’t have gone to prom with another guy. And he’s sure you already know about his big, fat crush, and you’re choosing to act like you don’t notice.

“I’m sorry.” You can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s fingering riffs on the side of his thigh.

“You always get so upset when I talk to guys. It’s not like there can be only one guy in my life.”

“I know that, it’s just–” This is going to be the worst decision he’s ever made, and he knows it, but he can’t stop himself. “--I’m jealous, okay?”

“Obviously you’re fucking jealous, dickweed.” As you call him your favorite nickname, the intent behind his words reaches you, and your cheeks begin to heat up. “…Wait.”

“Have you seriously not picked up on this yet?” Eddie is genuinely surprised at your reaction. “You—you’re perfect, you know that? You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met, and I don’t know how you do it.” His voice is softer than normal.

“Yeah, but—like, are you serious?” You ask.

“I wouldn’t joke about this. I’ve been, like, totally into you forever. I’m surprised Gareth or Jeff didn’t say anything to you.”

“They did a while ago, but I thought they were messing with me.”

“Okay, I honestly can’t blame you for that.”

A moment passes in silence, and you think about how to respond.

“You know, I didn’t really want to go with Todd.”

“What? Why did you then?”

“I hoped that you would ask me,” you admit, eyes drifting to your feet, “but it was kind of a stupid thing to expect.”

His jaw goes slack as he hears you speak.

“I guess that I’ve just kinda had this pipe dream where we’d go to prom together, and I’d be able to dress up all pretty, and we could dance together.” You avoid his gaze, until you hear him scurrying down the hallway.

He emerges back out with his stereo in one hand and a cassette in the other, scrambling to place it down on the kitchen table and shoving the tape inside. He immediately skips to the song he has in mind. The familiar sound of Tommy Lee’s piano starts from beside you, and before you can figure out what’s happening, he’s offering his hand to you.

“May I have this dance?”

A smile grows on your face. “God, you’re such a fucking dork.” Your insult doesn’t come without placing your hand in his. He’s bright red, and he’s never slow danced in his life.

Mötley Crüe’s Home Sweet Home is interrupted occasionally by the sound of feet stepping on feet and the subsequent ow!’s that follow, as well as the flustered giggling of two idiots in love.

Eddie pulls you a little closer, his hands firmly planted on your waist. “You look really beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, “sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

He feels extremely underdressed compared to you, him in his favorite torn up pair of black jeans and an Exodus muscle tee, and you in your stunningly gorgeous dress, looking prettier than any princess he could ever imagine.

“Thank you,” you mumble back, flustered, “you don’t look too—fuck!—too bad yourself, you know.” A playful giggle comes with your words, and a huge grin grows on Eddie’s face.

“Yeah?” He teases, looking right in your eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you giggle, staring right back.

Leaning in, he lets out a nervous laugh before pressing his lips to yours. It’s not some magical explosion of energy that cures all your problems and fixes world hunger; but his lips are soft and warm, and he tastes like weed, gummy worms and a hint of shitty beer, and it feels right.

You kiss him a few more times before the song ends, all quick and chaste but completely full of love. Pulling you along with him, not wanting to let go, he pauses the tape and the trailer goes quiet again.

“Was I better at that than Troy?”

“Todd.”

“Point still stands, fuckface.”

Eddie drags you down the hall to his bedroom, the familiar ambiance warming you like a comforting blanket. Jumping onto the bed with a plop, the boy pats beside him invitingly.

“Can I change first?” You ask, ecstasy of the moment wearing off, allowing you to remember how itchy this damn dress is.

“‘Course. Your shirt is clean if you want it.” He calls it your shirt, but it was his at one point. The old Metallica tee used to be his favorite one, too, which meant it got a lot of wear and tear. But then you started wearing it at sleepovers, and it quickly became your shirt. Eddie didn’t like to wash it afterward because it smelled like you. He always felt like a creep for that.

Your hand tries its best to wrap around and pull the impossibly tiny zipper down, but it doesn’t want to budge. Eddie, watching you as intently as ever, quickly notices and jumps up to help you. His fingers move to your waist, soft and nimble, and gently undo the zipper for you. You let your dress fall to the ground, and he looks away, flustered. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you in your underwear before, but now it feels a lot more serious.

Quickly throwing on the hole-filled Metallica shirt and a clean pair of his boxers, both of you hop back into his bed. You’ve shared plenty of nights here before, but once again, now it feels different. You sense that it will become a common theme for your life in the near future. His hands snake back around your waist and pull you next to him, and you allow your head to rest against his chest.

“So… does this mean you’re, like, my girlfriend now, or what?” A goofy smirk is plastered across his face as he asks.

You try to playfully shove him off of you, to no avail. “Are you seriously fucking asking me that?” You’re trying so hard to act angry, but your giggles give you away.

“Yes, yes it does.” You seal it with a kiss. Then one on his cheek, and the other, and his forehead, and the tip of his nose.

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fromxxthexxashes · 13 days

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One thing I learned in my screenwriting class is that things and details put into film/TV are intentional. Leave aside misplaced coffee cups, boom mics, and sneakers, everything that ends up in the final cut is important. As we learned with 7x06, time is an incredibly limited commodity, and sometimes things get cut. That means that whatever shots/scenes/moments end up being in the final edit are there for a reason. With that being said, I think it’s incredibly interesting that Eddie is being included - narratively, blocking, and camera framing-wise - in Buck’s journey with discovering his sexuality and his relationship with Tommy.

For one, why choose Eddie to befriend Tommy? They could have easily had Chimney hang out with Tommy, seeing as they already knew each other. But they choose Eddie, and they choose to have Buck spend the entire episode talking about Eddie. Why include confusion regarding whose attention Buck was really trying to get? Why show Buck coming to this conclusion that he was trying to get Tommy’s attention, but also show Buck talking about Eddie and peacocking in front of Eddie so consistently in 7x04? Why choose Eddie to be the one to interrupt the BuckTommy date? Why have Buck spend all of 7x05 more worried about lying to Eddie than about his failed date with Tommy? Why put so much time and emphasis on Buck’s coming out to Eddie? Why insert Eddie so obviously into Buck’s sexuality storyline, when they could be giving that precious screen time to Tommy?

In 7x06, Eddie comes in, proudly dressed up in the matching costume he suggested he and Buck wear. Right after Eddie comes in, Tommy enters wearing the most boring clothes anyone can wear to a party. Not only that, but Buck told him that there was an 80s theme, and he put in no effort to adhere to said theme. He was even dismissive about it, and Buck was clearly a little disappointed about it.

For one, why have Eddie show up first? They could have given that time to Tommy to enter first and develop that relationship if they really wanted the audience to root for them. Instead, they highlighted, once again this season, the relationship and effortless dynamic between Buck and Eddie. For another, why make such a big deal of Tommy being the odd one out, while vocally addressing the fact that Buck and Eddie are literally wearing matching costumes? They didn’t have to be matching, they could have worn any 80s costume. But they choose to dress these two in the attire of two characters in a TV show who are queer-coded partners and best friends.

Why show Eddie being arguably petty and jealous, with Tommy in that scene? Why frame him in the middle of them, why focus on Eddie’s reactions to Buck and Tommy? They could have focused and Buck and Tommy together and individually, but they chose to show Eddie right there in the middle and in the background.

And after Tommy leaves, do you know who stays? Do you know who is the only one that stays? Oh, yeah, it’s Eddie. It’s Eddie who easily goes along with Buck’s shenanigans. It’s Eddie that Buck clings to all night at the bachelor party. It’s Eddie that Buck shares most of his screen time with. They had to cut out 30 minutes of content for 7x06, yet they purposely included Eddie’s reaction to Buck coming out, when we already had his reaction. They could have included any number of people who we hadn’t seen react, but they chose to pan from Buck to Eddie.

They could give screen time to both Buck and Eddie’s current respective romantic partners, but they chose to give screen time to Buck and Eddie, consistently. Why keep making these choices to include Eddie in this storyline, and give precious screen time to that inclusion, if there is no intention to take it somewhere?

It’s all intentional, how they’re including Eddie. It’s all intentional how they keep showing us the relationship between Buck and Eddie. They’re subtly weaving in these moments, shots, comments, and scenes with Eddie and with Buck with the purpose of leading somewhere with Buddie as something more. It’s the same thing they did with Buck’s bisexuality. Now we look back at all the subtext and the little nods, and think “We were right” or “Oh, that makes sense”. They’re doing it with Buddie, too, and I think they have been for a while. They’re doing it so they can introduce this long-term friendship-to-romance arc in a way that is well-built and developed. They’re doing it so we could look back, and think “Oh, yeah, this has been developing this whole time”. They’re doing it so casual fans can be gradually warmed up and conditioned for Buddie, and for the more dedicated fans to notice, pick apart, and cling to. If they didn’t want us to root for Buck and Eddie they wouldn’t keep intentionally choosing to frame them as two people with an incredibly close bond that continuously overshadows their respective relationships. They’re writing and filming in this way so they can have these little, and sometimes not so little, moments to build on when they finally go somewhere romantic with Buck and Eddie.

#buddie #911 #911 on abc #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #911 spoilers #tv: 911 #911 season 7

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dinozenkaiju · 1 month

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If I ever saw a jealous man it has to be John "Bucky" Egan.

This photo is so funny to me, it doesn't even feel like a bts pic it just looks like a normal day in the Stalag poor Buck can't go five steps away from his jealous bf, if he does he will be sulking in the background.

#mota #buck x bucky #i hate how funny this is actually

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megxplryxb · 1 year

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Our Little Secret

Disclaimer: GIF is not mine.

Pairings: Steve Harrington fem!reader

Warnings: Minors Do Not Interact! Jealously, enemies to lovers, smut, bathroom sex.

The blaring music and chatter of the rowdy crowd on the other side of the door had long disappeared in to the background as the sound of Steve Harrington’s skin slapping against your own echoed throughout his downstairs bathroom. His rapid thrusts sending you closer and closer to another orgasm as he nipped at your throat, leaving a trail of violet bruises behind as evidence of your current hook up.

You shut your eyes, hissing in pleasure while Steve continued to bite and suck on your skin as he bucked his hips in to you, a low groan escaping him as he chased his own release.

"Jesus sweetheart, you're...so...fuckin' tight, feel so good around my dick.” Steve growled, grabbing your waist, slamming in to you from behind, throwing your head back to lean against his chest for support as you watched him come apart in the mirror. You were wrecked at this point, completely cock drunk on Steve’s dick as the smell of sex and alcohol began to consume the room. You were totally hypnotised by the pretty sounds coming from him, the way he kept his glossy eyes on you in the reflection of the glass as he edged you both closer, hair an utter mess as he swiped it from his face...he was utterly fucking beautiful but you'd never tell him that.

You weren't entirely sure how you ended up bent over his parents expensive marble sink but you knew it had started with an argument, just like every other one of your encounters with Steve. You had never seen eye to eye with the boy, not in High School, not as Dustin's babysitter and definitely not as co-workers in Family Video. His constant need to flirt with every cute girl that walked in to the store made you gag out loud, rolling your eyes while he ran to the back to make sure his hair looked good before making his move on the unsuspecting female customers. Much to you and Robin's astonishment some of them even fell for his ridiculously shitty pick up lines and for some reason, it kind of bothered you.

"You know he just does that to piss you off, right?" Robin revealed on a late night weekend shift while you were stacking video tapes, nudging her head towards Steve who was leaning over the desk, flirting with some airhead who was giggling at his god awful jokes.

"Does what?" You questioned, trying your best to ignore the fake sounds of laughter at the counter to get on with the task at hand.

"Flirting with the ladies…He only does it make you jealous." Your friend stated as you scoffed at the thought, refusing to look in Steve's direction, afraid to give him the slightest bit of satisfaction that he might in fact, be getting under your skin.

"And why would he do that?"

"Duh, cause he's totally in to you." She said as you let out a loud enough laugh that Steve and the girl turned to face you both before going back to their conversation again.

"Yeah, right Rob, we can barely survive a shift together without killing each other. Plus, why the hell would I be jealous of those poor girls having to endure his cheesy chat up lines?" You asked as your friend shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know, but you've been stacking horror movies on the kids shelves since dingus started talking to the pretty blonde, ten minutes ago." Robin teased, smirking smugly as you realised you were putting The Exorcist beside E.T - The Extra Terrestrial.

“That doesn’t mean I’m fucking jealous, Robin! I’m just tired of doing all the work while he stands around doing nothing as per usual.” You huffed in an angrier tone than before as Robin tried to change the subject, sensing how annoyed you were.

It was safe to say that Steve Harrington drove you fucking crazy. So, when Robin begged you to come to one of Steve’s many house parties you flat out refused, not wanting to spend your rare day off from work in the same vicinity as your colleague. Especially, if it meant having to witness him in a lip lock with some random girl all night. But somehow, you had let Robin convince you to join her at the party, your friend pleading with you to be her wing woman while she attempted to get to know Vickie a little better without “turning in to a babbling idiot”.

You somehow managed to avoid Steve for the whole time you were at his party, dancing with Robin and Nancy, beating Eddie at beer pong, even turning down two guys who were trying to get you to go home with them. So, when Robin had enough liquid courage in her to confidently talk to Vickie without you being present, you downed your final drink and slid off of the kitchen countertop, making your way through Steve's house, finally reaching the front door to make your exit.

“Leavin’ already?" The familiar voice asked as you turned to see Steve standing with some girl hanging from him. Fucking typical.

"Yep." Is all you said, not wanting to stop and talk.

"Didn't expect to see you here." He said, completely ignoring the brunette beside him.

"Trust me Harrington, your house was the last place I wanted to be on my night off."

"Why'd you come then?" Steve challenged as you folded your arms.

"Cause she asked me to." You stated pointing at Robin who was still in the kitchen, blissfully unaware that you were gone. "She was nervous about seeing Vickie, said she needed some backup." You explained, as he nodded, understanding how anxious Robin got around her crush.

The girl standing beside him let out an aggravated sigh, finally gave up, realising she wasn't getting anywhere with Steve now that you had his full attention. Steve didn't even notice she had walked away, he was too fixated on you, scanning your body, taking note of how your outfit complimented your figure, curves being hugged in all the right places as you stood looking at him. You were so fucking pretty and you didn't even know it but Steve desperately wanted to show you.

"You really going?" He quizzed as you placed your hands on your hips, letting out a deep breath.

"As much fun as it would be to stay and watch you flirt with the entire female population of Hawkins High, I think I'm gonna pass and head home." You said turning on your heels to reach for the door knob.

"It really bothers you doesn't it?" Steve smirked as you turned your head to face him again.

"What?" You huffed in frustration.

"Me, flirting with other girls." He replied as you let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking your head. "You really are so fucking full of yourself, you know that?" You spat, hoping the heat rising to your cheeks wasn't overly visible with the make up you were wearing.

"Maybe I am but I think m’right, aren't I?" He questioned, walking closer towards you as you decided to hold your ground.

"Sure, yeah, it bothers me when you flirt with every chick that walks through the door in work instead of doing your actual job...you know, the one you get paid to do?" You teased as he grinned at you. “Is that the only reason?"

“Can’t think of another.” You shrugged.

"I can." He challenged. "Please, enlighten me..." You mutter in a sarcastic tone, rolling your eyes.

"Maybe you're jealous."

"Maybe you're fucking delusional." You fought back as he smiled at you.

"Just admit it princess, s'ok." He whispered, closing the space between you, waiting patiently for your response. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the way he was looking at you or the fact that you knew you looked good but you felt a growing confidence inside yourself, so you tugged at the hem of his shirt, licking your lips as he watched you with complete curiosity.

"Is that what you want me to say, that I'm jealous? Is that why you do it, to make me jealous?" You challenged as he remained silent, smirking at you. “You think I don’t see the way you look back at me for my reaction every single time, cause you aren't really interested in any of those other girls, are you Steve?" You flirt, still playing with his shirt as he looked down at you, completely turned on by the way you were teasing him.

"You gonna tell me it's one sided, sweetheart? This little game we play...I think you enjoy it just as much as I do." He purrs in your ear and your heart stops at his sudden confession because you weren't actually expecting him to admit it and now that he had, you were more intrigued than ever, feeling the sudden ache between your legs. Cause as much as you didn’t want to believe it, trying to push it to the back of your mind every time he looked at you, you knew you wanted Steve Harrington and you hated yourself a little bit for that.

"The fact that you aren't walking away here kind of tells me everything I need to know, princess." He smirked, locking eyes with you, moving even closer as you tried to regain your composure.

"Kind of hard to move with your dick pressing against my thigh, Harrington." You replied, pressing your tongue to your cheek as he pushed his body against yours, an arm wrapping around your waist making you gasp out loud, the sexual tension between you almost crippling at this point. “Want me to put it somewhere else instead?" He suggested as you looked up at him through your long lashes, nodding.

"Need you to use your words baby, m'not gonna do anything unless you tell me what you want." He said moving his thumb over your lips.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you?" You huffed as he let out a little laugh. "Just need to know if you really want this to happen?" He asked as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, removing them before he even had a chance to kiss you back.

"Steve, just fuck me already." You pleaded as his eyes filled with lust.

So, he took your hand, dragging you to the bathroom, locking the door behind him as he caught your lips in a passionate embrace, tongue dancing with your own as he pushed you back against the door while you began to unbutton his shirt. “This stays between us, got it?” You requested as he nodded his head, capturing your lips again. He tasted like beer and bubblegum and you couldn't get enough as you pulled him closer.

"So fuckin' beautiful." He murmured, lifting your top over your head, tossing it on to the floor to join his shirt. You watched as he got on his knees, unzipping your skirt, slowing pulling it down, leaving wet kisses on your inner thighs as your skirt finally hit the floor. You bit your lip with how close he was to your core, noting there was only a thin piece of fabric between his mouth and your cunt. "Can I taste you pretty girl?" He asked, looking up as you nodded again.

"Words baby, need your words." he purred moving a hand over your panties, tugging them down until they were around your ankles, lifting your heels off of the ground to fully dispose of them, stuffing them in to his pocket as your cheeks flushed realising he could probably tell how wet you were now.

"Do it....please." You whimpered, feeling his tongue immediately swipe through your folds, lapping up your juices before he started to swirl circles around your clit. "Fuck, Steve...that feels so fucking good, oh my god." You gasped, gripping at his hair as he buried his head deeper between your legs.

"So wet for me baby, you taste fucking amazing, knew you would." He moaned, palming his hand over his tight Levi jeans.

"Steve..." You hissed as he gently slid his index and middle finger in and out of you. "Not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.”

"Gotta stretch you out baby, you're so tight and I'm pretty big, don't wanna hurt you." He hummed, sucking on your clit. You knew he was big, you'd seen the outline of his dick when you went to Eddie's to watch a horror movie and Steve got hard during a sex scene sitting next to you. Plus you heard all of the rumours in school too, you just didn't know whether Steve had started those rumours himself before that night in the tailer.

"St...oh shit, stop, I'm gonna come." You cried as you felt his lips curl in to a smile. "Go on baby, come f'me, come on my tongue." He demanded, flicking his muscle against you faster and faster as you bucked your hips, the coil in your stomach finally snapping as you reached your climax, biting your lip to stop everyone outside the bathroom door from hearing you.

Steve didn't give you much time to recover from your orgasm as he pulled you over to the marble sink, kissing you again as your hands moved to his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unzipping them as his dick sprung free. Jaw dropping at the sight of it, pre cum already leaking from the tip but Steve stopped you just as you tried to wrap your swollen lips around it.

"As much as I would love for you to suck on my dick right now, I need to fuck you before someone rudely interrupts us." He growled, as you voluntarily bent over the sink while he lined his cock up to your entrance before pushing in to you, letting out a loud moan at the feeling of being inside of you— as if he’d waited forever for this moment.

So, thats how you wound up getting fucked by Steve Harrington in his bathroom. His dick making you feel fuller than you ever had before and your tight cunt making it impossible for him to last much longer.

"Shit, Steve...I can’t, s'too much." You whimpered, gripping the countertop with one hand while the other grasped the back of his neck as your stomach tightened with a familiar feeling building once more.

“Can’t take anymore baby, huh? I know you’re close, can feel your pussy clenching around me, m'close too, you feel too good on my dick." He whispered as he continued to pound in to you while you rolled your hips on to him. "Where can I..."

"Inside me, please. m'on the pill, s'ok." You nodded as he pulled out of you. Your eyes widened feeling the sudden emptiness without him inside you.

"Steve why did you-" You asked as he turned you around, lifting you on to the countertop before sliding his cock back in to you again, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist with the feeling of him filling you again.

"Want to look at you when you come." Steve said as you bit your lip in sheer pleasure while he bucked his hips in to you. "You're so beautiful." He whispered nestling in to your neck.

That was it.

"Steve, I'm gonna..." You cried, closing your eyes, digging in to his shoulders as you winced in pleasure.

"Me too baby." He moaned, fighting back his own orgasm until he felt your body tighten and shudder around him, finally releasing the hot white ropes of cum in to you, his forehead leaning on your shoulder for support as you both tried desperately to catch your breath. It was only after a few seconds that Steve realised he was still inside you, eventually sliding out, helping you down from the counter. You avoided eye contact with the boy, not quite believing what had just happened between you. It was the last thing you ever expected to happen.

Once you both had come down from your high, you began to find pieces of your clothing that were scattered around the room, getting dressed just as quick as you had undressed each other previously.

“You ok?” You heard Steve mutter as you bent down to retrieve your skirt from the cold floor as he buttoned his shirt back up.

“Yeah, m’fine.” You replied, jumping in to your skirt, zipping it up as he kept his eyes focused on you. You weren’t expecting Steve to stay around while you dressed yourself, figuring he’d just walk out like he hadn’t just fucked you but he didn’t seem like he was in any rush to go back to his party.

"So what now?" He quizzed, buckling his belt, leaning against the countertop as you threw your top back over your head.

"What do you mean?" You asked, trying your best to fix your hair so it didn't look like you just had the hottest sex of your life with Steve Harrington.

"Are we just gonna go back to pretending we hate each other or?"

"Pretending?" You questioned, raising a brow at him as he let out a small laugh.

"Sweetheart, I just came inside of you, harder than I ever have actually. I don't really do that with people I hate." He revealed as you blushed.

"Me either...but that doesn't mean this is going to happen again." You warned as he rolled his eyes. "You know it's gonna happen again.”

"Steve!"

"What? One of us has to be honest here." He smirked as you shook your head, readying yourself to exit the bathroom.

"You forgetting something?" He coughed, swinging your panties on his index finger as you felt your cheeks go bright red again.

"Oh my god, Harrington, give them to me!" You giggled as he cupped your face, lightly kissing your lips unexpectedly as you kissed back, cursing yourself for the way you melted in to him again. You tried to grab your underwear but he scoffed shoving them back in to his pocket. "I just meant you forgot to kiss me goodbye, I'm keepin' these." He teased as you huffed, admitting defeat.

“You’re an asshole, Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah, but it turns you on.” He grinned as you took one last look at him before exiting the bathroom, trying your best to hide the smile that was quickly spreading across your face.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve stranger things #stranger things smut #steve harrington stranger things #king steve #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington fanfic

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. College AU. Praise. Degradation. Somnophilia. Obsessive behavior. Corruption. Mentions of smoking marijuana and cigarettes. Scara absolutely does not shut up in this. I think I covered it all.

This is a tribute and an expansion on the College AU Scaramouche smut @xxventiswindblumexx wrote. I was nervous to post this. Please treat yourself and read their stuff. It's worth it.

It has been more than a month since he had claimed you as his one day when you walked into his room on accident. He'd done that on a whim, you were a means to and end because he couldn't get himself off.

Or so he thought. While you were sleeping next to him, exhausted, he reflected on a few things, just like he would in your current situation.

After you both were finished with classes for the day and you had finished practicing with your team before a big horse show next week, you'd showered and came to his dorm room where you started sleeping at night.

It was the weekend and dorm advisors never cared what anyone did. It was their time to relax to. As long as no one got too loud or destructive or dangerous, boundaries could be pushed a little on the weekends

You were naked with him under his blanket smoking weed and cigarettes, watching a sitcom set in the 70's on the TV in his dorm. He didn't care for it but it was making you laugh. And your laugh was making his cheeks flush.

Taking a drag from a joint, he held the smoke in his lungs, and put a hand in your shoulder to roll you onto your back. Putting two fingers into your mouth, he pressed down on your tongue so you would open your mouth more. Scaramouche leaned down and kissed you, blowing his smoke into your lungs.

His fingers stroked your jaw soothingly when you coughed a little, but eventually you relaxed your lungs like a pro and exhaled when he pulled away. Who knew you were a total stoner too.

"What would those first year students who follow you around like a gaggle of geese at the equestrian facility, hanging pathetically on every word you say with complete and blind admiration. What would they think if they saw you right now?" Scaramouche asked, his lips hovering over yours.

"I dunno, I suppose I wouldn't really care. Like you said, admiration makes them blind," you replied, wishing he would just kiss you already.

He chuckled, his warm breath fanning across your lips. The sound took your breath away. "You even indulge them with head pats and praise then they do well."

Did he sound jealous? "Are those things you want?" You countered, more as a joke than anything else.

There it was, that sharp tongue of yours. It was the first thing he noticed about you when he saw you following him around like a puppy whenever you could, looking for excuses to talk to him.

"And your horse, I swear he fucking hates me. Everytime he saw me lingering in the background at horse shows, he would glare at me." He leaned down to kiss you before you could react to finding out that he started watching you as much as you were watching him. He just didn't make it as obvious as you had.

He'd started asking around about you, where your haunts were, and nicked a copy of the horse show schedule from one of your friends when they weren't looking.

And when you weren't looking, he was looking at you. He found that he searched visible places on your body for any signs of physical intimacy with someone, but he couldn't find any. He didn't even smell sex on you. Just the shame of pleasuring yourself. Scaramouche even saw you turn down a few guys and one girl saying you had someone you liked.

Scaramouche wasn't an idiot. He knew you were talking about him. He knew he could've walked right to you and made out with you right in front of everyone and you wouldn't care. And you kiss him back like it was supposed to happen from the beginning.

Spreading your legs apart, he thrust two fingers inside of you, pulling away just to hear you moan. You bucked your lips up into his fingers. "Your hole is favorite place to warm my fingers when they get cold." You whined when pulled them out of so he could lick his fingers, keeping his eyes on you.

He never thought he would want romantic commitment with someone. The thought disgusted him. Until he met you. Little did you know when he was finished with you, he was going to a put a purple leather cord around your wrist. Something he'd made himself. It would be like a collar on your wrist, binding you to him.

Scaramouche had started winding you up early during the last class you'd had of the day with him. After the party that night, he'd hacked into the faculty account of the college's website and changed your classes so that you had them all with him.

But you weren't ever going to know that.

You were going to hear a few things come out of his mouth tonight that he really wanted you to hear. Explained in his own way of course.

You and Scaramouche had chosen to sit way back in the corner of the classroom. The lights would be off the whole class from a Power Point presentation or something.

He'd texted you to rest your head on the desk the two of you occupied, telling you that if you made so much as one sound, he would tell everyone what he was up to.

It was idle threat into making you behave for him. He discreetly rubbed and teased his fingers between your legs, making a damp patch soak through your panties. How beneficial for him that you'd worn a skirt today. He enjoyed watching you struggle to be still and swallow moans. You were practically crying from how hard it was to make yourself not react to him.

You'd been wet the rest of the day, thoughts of him teasing you mercilessly like that right in the middle of a class never left your mind. You were always thinking of him. Like you always should.

"Hey, Scara, did you zone out cause you are too high? Please just fuck me already. I have been waiting all day." He squeezed the sides of your jaw in warning.

"You just shut up, and inhale smoke when I offer it to you and fall asleep while I play with your cunt as I please." Scaramouche snapped, blowing another puff of smoke into your lungs.

Rinse and repeat until you fell asleep, drooling slightly while he fingered and scissored your walls apart, whining pathetically with a glazed over look in your eyes, one of lust and adoration.

When he heard your breathing even out, Scaramouche brushed some hair away from your face and lit a cigarette, barely listening to the sitcom on TV.

When you rolled over on your side, clinging to him, moaning his name in your sleep, rubbing yourself against him like a cat in heat. Scaramouche laughed quietly, watching amused.

"You are still a needy slut for me, even in your sleep. Where did you even come from, anyways. Nobody knows anything about you before you started classes here. And I couldn't find out anything either."

Scaramouche couldn't find anything. Absolutely nothing except little bits of information like your birthday or what your parents did for a living, normally useless knowledge to anyone else. But very useful for him. He knew he would never have to meet your parents and that was fine. He didn't exactly get along with his parents. You'd just strolled in here one day with that hateful black creature and caught his attention.

How dare you.

Scaramouche's fingers itched to choke you a little, but he restrained himself. It was going to so fun further corrupting you, even while you slept. He continued fingering you, watching you in the dark.

"What is about you? I don't understand why I am feeling like there is no where in the world I would rather than be than here with you, enjoying your cunt while you sleep." The pace of his fingers was slow and rough, making you cry out for him."

And still he kept babbling while he watched you fall apart for him. "Every day since I first saw you, I now realize that I couldn't wait to get my hands on you and corrupt you. Mold you exactly to my tastes" he rubbed your clit, flicking you in the forehead.

"You are way too nice. You are always disgustingly considerate of other people even though you hate them like I do," Scaramouche was panting now, resting his forehead against yours, nuzzling it with this cheek occasionally. "I wanted to bath the campus in the blood of everyone that approached you romantic intent. You are already mine before I even talked to you. Didn't they know that?" His wrist was starting to feel sore, but he never stopped.

His fingers were squelching and out of your hole. He started biting your lips swollen when he heard your phone sound with a text notification. Growling, he pulled his fingers out of you and didn't even lick them clean as he typed in the password to unlock your phone. You would never know how he got it either.

It was a text from one of those pathetic first year kids, asking if you had finished the jump course diagrams yet. Rolling his eyes, Scaramouche put the blanket on you and put on some pants.

Rummaging through your bag, he found the diagrams. "Let's see what these look like first," he laughed when he saw you even calculated the number of steps their horses needed to take before they took off over the jump. "Like I thought, my good slut is way too nice."

Opening the door, he gave the papers to the first person he saw, told them to give it to what's her name and slammed the door shut.

Now he could hold you while you slept and fuck you awake when he wanted to.

He was falling in love with you. The purple leather cord he put around your wrist was proof of that.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #college au #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you

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yandere-writer-momo · 5 months

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Some old man pussy for @jack-hammered. Merry Christmas, whore 🎄

Yandere Baki Shorts: Naughty or Nice

Yandere Motobe x Afab Reader

“You better watch out, you better not cry. Better not pout, I’m telling you why.” The radio quietly played in the background as two figures sat in the middle of the room. “Santa Claus is coming to town~”

Slap! “Ah!” (Your name) arched into the large hand that landed a sharp slap on her sore bottom. Her thick lashes wet with tears as she whined and babbled incoherently on top of the older man she was on.

“I told you not to move yet, baby. This is a part of your punishment since you decided to be naughty.” Motobe chuckled, his hand rubbed the fresh welt on her bottom in a soothing manner. “You just have to be patient until I’m down sharpening my sword.”

(Your name) could only cry in need. She’s been warming him for hours now and he’s been teasing her poor cunt with a languid thrust here and there. It was driving her insane.

“Please, Tobe… please.” (Your name) whined as she struggled against the Christmas lights that bound her wrists together behind her back. “It hurts. I just want to cuddle…”

“If you want this all to stop, then you need to tell me why are you being punished.” Motobe hummed as he set the sword down beside him, his onyx eyes stared into hers. Motobe ran a calloused hand across her smooth, exposed skin. His muscular digits kneaded at her supple flesh. “And you do know what you did.”

(Your name) sniffled, her eyes red from crying. She truly didn’t know what she’s done to earn a punishment from him, but she had an idea of what he was implying.

“I complimented Gaia.” (Your name) sniffled while Motobe smiled. “I’m sorry, Tobe. He’s your student so I tried to ask him what you’d want for Christmas.”

Motobe pressed a kiss on her forehead, his facial hair tickled against her skin. “Aww baby… I’m so sorry. I had no idea you had my interests unkind… I’m just such a jealous man.”

(Your name) almost screamed when Motobe bucked his hips forward, his cock finally hitting that aching spot within her. A warm smile on his face as he began to hastily unfasten the Christmas lights.

Motobe brought her sore wrists up to his lips and began to press tender kisses to each mark. Motobe shifted (your name) to lay on her back so he could press deeper into her. A smirk on his face when her eyes rolled back in her head from how deep he was.

“You’re so beautiful… I should have known that you were just trying to do something for me.” (Your name) could only gasp and whine as his hips began to snap into hers at a brutal pace. Her fingernails dug into his forearms to try to ground herself from the pounding she was no receiving.

Motobe smirked at her blissed out expression as she tightened around him even more. She was his perfect girl… his woman.

“So perfect.” Motobe lowered his face to rest in the crook of her neck as he slammed into a spot he knew she loved. “And you’re all mine.”

(Your name) could only loudly wail as her orgasm finally crashed upon her. Her nails drew blood from Motobe’s forearms as he sunk his teeth into her neck, his tongue lapped at the blood that steadily flowed from the bite mark. A permanent mark of ownership.

(Your name) could only babble incoherently as Motobe continued to ride her through her orgasm. The older man’s hands grabbed hers and moved them to be above her head on the cold, wooden floor.

“We’re not done yet, baby. I have to make it up to you.” Motobe smirked down at her pleading expression. “I have to get you to understand that you’re mine.”

(Your name) should have never asked Gaia for advice on a gift, because she was the only present that old man ever needed.

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canonicallyobserving911 · 1 month

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Buck & Eddie: An EXPLANATION (NOT AN EXCUSE) for the basketball incident

After rewatching different scenes included in 7x4, the basketball scene where Buck appears to ‘intentionally’ bump into Eddie which caused Eddie to be injured pissed me off. It frustrated me so much that I wanted to figure out why the scene was included in the episode because they were playing a friendly game of basketball and there shouldn't have been any injuries.

Even though I’m not well versed in sports, I do know enough about them to understand tackling someone usually happens in U.S. football not basketball, so the full body contact wasn’t necessary if Buck just wanted to block Eddie’s shot (get it… Buck was trying to block Tommy’s shot with Eddie, it’s a double entendre 🤪😜). The point is, I figured there had to be more to Buck’s behavior than him just being ‘jealous’ of someone he met like once a couple of weeks prior. Also, I wanted to know why Buck didn’t immediately apologize to Eddie and I think I may have found the answer.

Full Disclosure: I do NOT condone violence of any kind in any instance because it’s unacceptable behavior no matter how it’s viewed! It’s never the answer to a dispute and use of words can usually resolve a matter when there's a disagreement. In this scene BUCK DID NOT DO THAT AND I HATED IT! Therefore, his actions on the basketball court were unfathomable and it doesn’t matter if they were INTENTIONAL or not since he bumped into Eddie so hard that Eddie fell and injured his ankle. He could have broken it or received a permanent injury from it, so IT WAS NOT OK!

Before I delve into my interpretation, please understand I don’t think Buck was fully aware and I hope he wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt Eddie. However, I do think his actions were 70% subconscious and 30% conscious because he had to know on some level, that his actions were over the top especially since he told Maddie he didn’t like how he felt left out from Eddie spending time with Tommy after only two weeks.

THIS POST DOES NOT INTEND TO PROVIDE AN EXCUSE FOR BUCK’S BEHAVIORS, IT’S SIMPLY A POSSIBLE EXPLANATION FOR THEM.

Please note: these are my interpretations and observations of episode 7x4; therefore if someone doesn’t agree, it’s ok because two people can have different opinions and they can coexist. One person’s opinion about a scene or an episode doesn’t have to be like someone else’s and it doesn’t make one person’s opinion right and the other’s wrong or vice versa. Everyone consumes and interprets media differently and just because one person sees something one way and they liked it, it doesn’t make it so for someone else since everyone has different backgrounds and experiences. Please try to use GRACE when reading other’s thoughts on a matter.

Now back to the regularly scheduled program…

Don’t read below the cut if discussions and interpretations of the shooting, Eddie’s breakdown or the basketball scene are triggering.

Before you start reading, please note, THIS IS NOT ABOUT OS! HE’S THE ACTOR WHO PLAYS BUCK SO DON’T GET THIS POST TWISTED. BUCK IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND OS IS A REAL PERSON. NO ONE KNOWS OS PERSONALLY EXCEPT FOR THE PEOPLE HE ALLOWS IN HIS LIFE.

Another Reminder: before you read this please REMEMBER this episode was told from BUCK’S POV!

After carefully analyzing the basketball scene, I remembered something about Buck’s past. Everyone who knows the character is fully aware that he doesn’t want to be left behind or abandoned again. That's why it's important to note that in season 7, Maddie’s getting married to Chimney, Bobby and Athena almost died on the cruise and Hen and Karen are adopting a baby. Everyone in their found family is moving on with their lives and IMO, when Buck realized Eddie had moved on too, he couldn’t handle it because Eddie’s supposed to ALWAYS be there. They have each other's backs and have had them since 2x1. But it seems like Buck forgot one thing, he pushed Eddie away in 6x15 with that BS line about Natalia seeing him and outside of work, they weren't spending time together anymore.

In 7x4, Eddie found a new friend (who wanted him but I’ll elaborate on that in another post) and he was having a great time going to fights in Las Vegas, spending time working on his cars and going to karaoke, basically he was doing the damn thing but Buck couldn’t handle it since Eddie and Chris are his FAMILY! They’re the two people in his found family that are his but he’s either too scared to say something or I don’t even know what but the point is, he expects them to be there whenever he’s lonely and wants to cook some lasagna or something. But this time they weren’t since Eddie moved on and Buck didn't know what to do about it (Hint: all he had to do was open his mouth and talk🙄).

After I remembered the aftermath of the shooting and Eddie’s breakdown, I realized, in Buck’s mind, he thinks the only time he gets to be with Eddie in the way he wants to be with him (AS HIS HUSBAND) is when Eddie’s hurt (related post linked here) which is FALSE AND UNFOUNDED but in Buck’s mind, he doesn’t know that. If this is his rationale, then he needs to go back to therapy because it’s not true. Eddie added Buck to his will and named him to be Chris’ legal guardian but it appears he still hasn’t fully dealt with his abandonment issues yet and until he does, it's likely he won't be able to move past them.

Before Eddie found a friend with similar interests (which I thought was great) Buck got to be Eddie’s everything and he was Chris' other dad. He's never been a guest in their home and he's slept on their couch numerous times (related post linked here).

That was then and this is now since things changed in season 7 because it appears Buck started to believe his position in Eddie’s and Chris’ lives was in danger and that’s why he reacted the way that he did in 7x4. He thinks the only time Eddie and Chris need him is when Eddie’s hurt and to prove my point, I’ve included two examples below.

In 4x14 (full video of the shooting linked here), after Eddie had been shot and he was in the hospital, Buck was at 4995 S. Bedford St. taking care of their son Chris while Eddie’s then girlfriend, Ana was sitting by Eddie’s hospital bed even though he was in a coma.

Buck had full control of the house and he was fully responsible (with Carla’s assistance whenever he had to go to work) of taking care of Chris, making sure he went to school all while they waited for Eddie to wake up. Make no mistake, Buck was sitting in Eddie’s chair at the dining room table. He’s Chris’ other dad and has been for years.

In 5x14 (video linked here), Buck was literally living with Eddie and Chris after Eddie’s breakdown. He was taking care of the house and their son whenever Eddie went to therapy. He made sure Chris did his homework and he was waiting for his HUSBAND (EDDIE) to come home so he could cheer him up👀.

Chris called him in a panic and Buck rushed over to help. Now, even though Buck had a girlfriend (whom he used to help him get information on how to help Eddie with Equine Therapy), he was literally staying with them to make sure Eddie and Chris both got what they needed.

Bonus points: Buck called Bobby (his found dad) to stay with Eddie so he wouldn’t wake up alone while he left to take Chris to school.

In 7x4, Buck tried everything he could to get EDDIE’S ATTENTION (it was Eddie’s attention he was seeking) but nothing worked since Eddie was so enamored with Tommy and all of Tommy’s toys (I’ll elaborate on this topic too in another post). Buck was pissed so he encouraged Chimney to go to the basketball game with him but trust and believe Buck wanted to be there so he could see EDDIE!

It appears Buck was irrational and irritated and the more he saw the new bond between Eddie and Tommy, the more furious he became.

This is where things get messy because in Buck’s mind (reminder this is from his POV) it’s possible he thought that if he physically injured Eddie, he’d get his place in Eddie’s life back and he’d be able to play the role of HUSBAND (to Eddie) and DAD (to Chris) like he did in the past.

Buck truly believed Tommy was a threat to his place in Eddie’s life and that’s the reason why he reacted the way he did during the basketball scene. The idea of him losing Eddie was real this time just like it was during the shooting and Eddie’s breakdown but there's ONE MAJOR DIFFERENCE.

EDDIE’S HAPPY!

He’s not hurting or pressing Buck to hang out with him and Chris because he went and found a life while Buck was entombed in his loft with the death doula. It’s something Buck couldn’t process or comprehend since he wants Eddie to be there waiting for him.

Buck can’t fathom a life without Eddie and Chris because they're his family and trust and believe he’s never felt threatened by Ana or Marisol because he KNOWS Eddie’s not into them. Reminder, he was the one who told Eddie to breakup with Ana instead of him trying to stick it out like he said he was going to do.

Buck is HYPER aware of Eddie in every scenario which is the reason why he noticed Eddie's discomfort in 5x2 while Ana and Chris were at the firehouse. Also, he ignored Ana when they were there. He wouldn't even look at her. Buck's not bothered by Marisol either because if he was, he would have told Eddie in 7x1 to have her talk to Chris about women instead of asking him to do it.

When Buck’s facial expressions are examined, it’s easy to see he looks mortified at what he'd done to Eddie and the hints of their shared trauma from his past was mixed in too.

This was especially true while Eddie was on the ground.

Bonus points: when was the last time Buck saw Eddie injured and lying on the ground?

Ding, ding, ding… THE SHOOTING! Buck risked life and limb to save Eddie after he was shot in the middle of the street. And I believe he would have reacted differently if Tommy hadn't stepped in and said something that caused Buck to deflate.

Things were different this time because Eddie wasn’t shot but he was injured but Buck caused it and he wasn't able to fix it or save Eddie and take him home or to the hospital. Buck tried but Tommy shot his own shot which caused Buck to foul out of the game and by proxy he thought out of Eddie's life.

In the above GIFs, it’s easy to see how he wanted to reach out to Eddie but his hands wouldn’t move the same way he couldn’t touch him in 4x14 while they were riding in the back of the 133’s fire engine.

Before I end this post, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention how Buck has hurt someone before; it wasn’t physical that time but it was emotional.

BE CLEAR, I’m not a fan of Taylor Kelly’s and I’m not comparing him asking her to move in with him after he did a dumb thing (his words to Maddie in 5x13) with the way he injured Eddie. But I am using this as an example to show his lack of comprehension regarding how his actions affect others and the way it continues to persist.

In 5x13, when he went back to the loft and she was sitting on her own couch, he said, “You think I trapped you” and she responded, “Am I wrong?”, his response was, “I’m not sure”. I think on some level he did know since he was afraid someone else was going to leave him. Eddie wasn't at the 118 and Maddie, Chimney and Jee-Yun had just returned to Los Angeles.

Two years later, in 7x4, Maddie asked him, “You didn’t mean to hurt him (EDDIE), did you?”; he responded, “I don’t know”. His response was very similar to the one he gave Taylor and on some level, I believe he does know since he was 'jealous' of EDDIE hanging out with someone other than him.

IMO, Buck wasn't able to get the emotional skills one usually obtains while they're growing up because of the raggedy Buckley parents since they emotionally abandoned him and Maddie. He’s deathly afraid of losing those he loves but he can also be selfish with his presence whenever he gets to make things all about him. Reminder, he admitted it to Eddie in 3x9 during his second apology about the lawsuit. He said, "I'm sorry I wasn't there Eddie. You and Chris needed me and I had my head so far up my own behind with that stupid lawsuit." He was able to fix it back then and there wasn't any other people like Tommy hanging around to get at Eddie.

Additionally, two more examples of the way he makes things about himself happened in season 5 when he was dating Taylor and they remained entombed inside of his loft. They never went anywhere except for the separate trips they took to Oklahoma when she went to visit her dad in prison. It happened again with Natalia at the end of season 6. Since he wasn’t visiting Eddie and Chris, it appears he was entombed in there again with her so there’s that.

Be CLEAR, Buck is 32 years old (not 30 like the show lied and said he was in 6x11 because he was 28 in season 3 (3x1 Maddie said it to Bobby and Athena) and he was 29 in season 4 (4x5 proves it when he said it himself to Maddie) and since MATH IS A UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE, it’s the same no matter where someone lives. The fact is 2 + 29 = 31, therefore he was 31 in season 6 and he should be 32 in season 7). Buck should be able to express himself with words instead of acting like someone in middle school. That’s possibly the reason why Maddie told him about the kerfuffle she had when she was 14 years old and told him not to act like someone that age.

The point of this post is Buck was/is afraid Eddie’s leaving him again but this time it’s different. Buck had all but abandoned Eddie and Chris while he was dwelling inside of his loft with the dEaTh DoUlA and when he finally emerged after breaking up with her, he thought Eddie and Chris would be there waiting for him but this time they weren’t. Eddie found a new friend and Buck felt left out so in his conscious and subconscious mind, he figured if he hurt Eddie, he would be the one there to take care of him like he’s done every time in the past.

But… Tommy stepped up and said, “I can take him because I brought him and there’s an urgent care near his house”. If you look at the expression on Buck’s face, you can see he felt like it was over. He’d finally done the one thing he thought he’d never do (even though he broke Eddie’s heart in 6x15 with his BS line about “She sees me”) but anyway, he didn’t have a leg to stand on anymore since Tommy was there for Eddie and he helped him by taking him to urgent care.

I HATE THIS SCENE AND I WISH THEY HAD FOUND A BETTER WAY TO HANDLE IT. I don’t like it when either of them gets hurt.

Finally, Buck needs therapy to deal with his inability to handle his emotions. I know a lot of people want him to just move on from his traumas but the fact is he hasn’t and that's why he needs to get help to be able to learn how to process his thoughts instead of him just providing lackluster responses like, “I don’t know” or “I’m not sure”.

His behavior was inexcusable so HOPEFULLY, he’ll have to APOLOGIZE in CANON to Eddie who’s never intentionally injured him.

Will he apologize to Eddie for acting like a middle schooler in 7x5? Only the showrunner, writers, producers, actors and actresses know the answer to that question.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #buckley diaz family #the buckley diaz family #911 abc #911 spoilers #911 on abc #911 meta #911 speculation #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #anti tommy kinard #anti bucktommy #anti eddiemarisol #anti marisol

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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been dissecting the differences between buck and eddie's jealousy with @danielsousa and we cracked the code: eddie is jealous. buck is possessive. hear us out. their jealousy manifests in very different ways, but buck's isn't as subtle as it seems. in fact, where eddie's obviousness is there for all to see, its a very passive jealousy, a snarky go team in the background, the most active we've seen eddie's jealousy is in scenes like when he interrupts buck and taylor in dosed or the dinner scene in outside looking in. but buck's quiet jealousy is much more active, he jumps into eddie's love life at every opportunity, inserting himself into the conversation whether its actively encouraging eddie to break up with ana or telling a stranger about eddie blowing it with her first time around or advocating for eddie to ghost vanessa. but there's more to it than that. eddie is jealous, buck is possessive. eddie is the guy who never feels like he's enough, buck is the guy always terrified of being left. eddie's jealousy is a reaction to buck deeming someone besides him enough, buck's possession is a knee-jerk reaction to the possibility of losing eddie. eddie is jealous, he's bitchy, he's politely hostile, he doesn't try very hard to hide his dislike for buck's partners, he glares, he interrupts, etc. buck is possessive, when eddie's love life is being discussed buck always makes a point to bring himself into it somehow, whether its claiming eddie as his like in merry ex-mas with the awkard "brother", or whether he's proving that he knows eddie better than anyone, that he'll know eddie better than anyone he dates like in performance anxiety with the "oh you're not good at that" exchange. eddie is jealous of buck's partners in a way that makes it hard to deny what it is he feels for buck, but eddie represses that jealousy so hard that it simmers and seethes and comes out in those deliciously bitchy ways. buck is possessive of eddie because eddie is his best friend, a constant in his life, and whenever eddie is dating he has less time for buck. so: eddie is loudly jealous, buck is quietly possessive.

#sami rambles #sorry but mine and elke's combined brains are unstoppable #we hurt our own feelings a lot but hey at least we're coming up with shit like this #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #911 meta #buddie meta

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blondedmuse · 2 years

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SCREW MY BRAIN (‘TIL IT HURTS)

you can't help but get jealous watching your boyfriend sing about someone else.

rockstar!eddie x reader

warnings: oral (m receiving), face fucking, slight degradation

author's note: this literally meant to be like 300 words but it got too long...

word count: 1.4k

He was currently singing the background vocals of a song you had forgotten the name of, which is a rarity in itself; something you would never do, but it was about somebody else. You had the understanding that it was written prior to your relationship, but the way he would practically moan into the mic made you shift in your seat restlessly.

You told yourself over and over again that it was a song, but Eddie would grab the microphone with his ring clad fingers, pulling it closely to his lips that were just perfectly parted, his head tilted back and his eyes pinched closed while he belted out.

And so, it wasn't long until the green-eyed devil on your shoulder had gotten the best of you, as the next moment you were out of your chair and on your feet, heading to the booth where he was standing. Eddie spotted you in the corner of his eye but continued to sing, shooting a confused look your way as you walked up to him, placing a tender kiss on his jaw.

"What are you doing?" He mouthed softly, his head tilted.

There was a short break in the song for a guitar solo, so you took that as your opportunity to pull him by his tank top, your lips colliding with each other.

"You," you said before biting down on his bottom lip, sucking on it before consuming him in an ardent, heavy kiss. His hands languidly traveled down the sides of your body, his lips grinning against yours as he took a hold of your ass, giving one cheek a hard, firm slap.

A gravelly moan flowed from between your lips when you felt his hands kneading your ass through your jeans, your face warm and flushed as he pulled away to start singing once again. You stood there dazed, his eyes half lidded and you couldn't help but feel how hard he was just below his belt.

Eddie smirked while singing as he eyed you and a low chuckle left your lips as you helped yourself to your knees. Your hands snaked up his thighs to his hips, where you undid his belt and lowered his jeans just enough so that his cock was freed from the confinement of his pants.

You knew the kiss wouldn't have had him completely leaking, so you did what you knew would, what you knew would get him dripping. His hands laid on the mic above you, and he practically hissed when you wrapped yours around his cock, pumping it and looking up and observing his every move, every small reaction to you.

His head dropped back listlessly, shamelessly muttering curses under his breath while cautiously bucking his hips. With each pump, his cock began to drip, his pretty pink tip turning to red and pulsing in your hand. You hummed smugly to yourself, taking his tip into your mouth while your tongue lapped over it gathering his pre-cum and swallowing it.

"Fucking hell," Eddie choked out thickly, the struggle of attempting to stay quiet becoming helpless. He harshly grabbed the back of your head, watching as you bobbed your head and teasing him just the way he liked while your hand pumped the rest of his cock.

Your tongue ran alongside the bottom of his shaft before anchoring yourself down until you could feel his tip in the back of your throat and his balls by your chin. One hand was wrapped around his thigh, rubbing his skin back and forth and Eddie's mouth was slacked open as he started down at you, watching you with lust filled eyes as you sucked his achingly hard cock.

"Fuck, sweetheart, feels so good," he muttered as his messy curls began to cloud his face, his forehead now damp with the increase of temperature in the small booth of the studio—which the music was still blaring through. It managed to drown out his moans and groans that just barely escaped his lips while he watched your tongue work his cock. You hollowed out you cheeks, bobbing your head, and with each bob you head was met with the thrust of his hips.

"Oh yeah," He sang out, truly trying his best to focus on the song at hand, but it came out smoky and raspy. You torrid mouth on his cock was driving him into the state of hysteria—at least that what it felt like, his skin piercing and his stomach churning with pleasure each time his sensitive tip hit the back of your throat.

You pulled off his cock momentarily, your lipstick leaving its mark and saliva clung to your chin. He breathed out harshly at the loss of your mouth and his hand made its way to his shaft, stroking it a couple of times.

"Look at me, baby," You coaxed. "Would you be a good slut and fuck my mouth while you sing?"

You asked him as if it were a challenge, a devilish grin molding your lips and his hand had started to move faster at your request. He's a rockstar, a celebrity, which means he'd been telling people what to do for him left and right; and while he loved to be dominant, he loved it even more when you took control.

"I'm all yours, baby. Anything for you," He mumbled. "Put your pretty little mouth on my cock again, baby, please," He virtually begged and you chuckled, sticking out your tongue as you licked his tip a few times before allowing his cock to slide into your mouth painfully slow until he bottomed out.

His fingers found his way to your head once again while slowly he thrusted in and out attempting to keep his lips close to the microphone to sing. Your mouth was full with his cock, but the feeling was heavenly and he tasted even better. The thought of him having his dick in your mouth while he sang about some other chick who was long gone made your core start to burn, your cunt aching from the way he withered under your touch. He was yours.

He tried to sing into the mic again while his pace was speeding up, his throbbing cock thrusting in and out of your mouth, making your head spin and screwing your brain so hard you swore you could barely think straight.

"Yeah," He moaned out, his lower stomach starting to burn as he approached the edge. He did his best in straining out the rest of the lyrics, his jaw going slack as he fucked your mouth harder. It's a wonder he was only recording the backing vocals as of now, because these were definitely not the right lyrics and you both knew it—but then again, you wouldn't mind hearing his moans in the background of the song.

Warm tears had fallen down your face from the impact by this point, but you knew you could handle it.

"Baby- fuck, feels so good," He gasped, his tongue running over his bottom lip and holding your face still as he felt his cock begin to pulse harder, whines spilling uncontrollably from hips lips.

"Oh fuck, fuck-" His motions turned messy as his hips rode out his orgasm. You felt his long, pearly ropes of cum paint your mouth, your hands squeezing his thigh tightly as you swallowed every last drop he gave you.

The music had faded, completely turning off and you pulled off his cock, looking up at him with a soft smile as his thumbs wiped away your mascara tainted tears. His breaths were shallow, more dazed than you were.

"Holy shit, baby, that was so good," He chuckled lightly, running his hand through his hair while extending a hand to help you off your knees.

"Slutting yourself out for me at the studio, pretty boy? Wonder how it sounds on tape," You grinned, sucking on his lower lip before leaving him in the booth.

"Let's run it back!" You chuckled, sitting in the seat infront of the the sound board, watching Eddie as he did his belt, pulling himself together for the next recording.

#rockstar!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things volume 2 #blondedmuse.nsfw

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swanqueendaughter · 13 days

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911 BUDDIE THOUGHTS

So after the last episode of 911, I need to speak out:

1. I'm so sick of people who write that using buddie scenes to promote an episode is the norm of media production, not queerbaiting. Of course, Buddie's fandom is the most numerous, it can be seen from any social networks and comments, so this step is quite dirty, but of course effective for promotion.

2. I've been watching this series for the last 7 years since season 1, but I wasn't buddie shipper until season 7. I mean, I caught a certain vibe in seasons 2-3, but only 7.04 made me consider this pairing seriously. The whole episode was literally saturated with Buck's jealousy of Eddie. And no, fans of Buck and Tommy relationship, we're not delulu. Buck literally tells Maddie when they have lunch at the call center that he was jealous and wanted to get EDDIE's attention. However, in the last scene, he really tells Tommy that he wanted to get his attention, which of course does not fit into my brain, but the kiss and the arc of bi-Buck really distract my attention from this mess. I would also like to highlight the scene in the gym where Tommy wasn't even there and the scene where Buck pushes Eddie on the basketball court. Can you imagine that Buck, our sweet kind-hearted Buck, is pushing his best friend for the guy's attention? No way. What I see is an incredibly jealous friend who is seething with indignation that Eddie is trying to replace him in his opinion. And the scene with Tommy, where he assures Buck that no one is going to replace him, especially since Christopher wouldn't allow it? The whole arc comes down to the fact that no matter how selfish it is, Buck wants to occupy all areas of Eddie's life (his free time hanging out as best friends, being part of his family with Christopher and being number 1 for his child).

I mean, this whole arc has only two readings - the first is Buck, who is not aware of his feelings for Eddie, being burdened by his heterosexual role and their friendship, chooses to turn his attention to a more accessible option - Tommy, who has a similar background and interests with Eddie. The second is, of course, buddy's queerboating, writers/producers might well have no desire to lose some of the conservative audience by making Eddie queer character. So in this matter, maybe Oliver/Buck was just lucky to pull out a successful plot straw (I mean, at least for media PR), while Ryan/Eddie (who originally should have had a love line with Tommy) got an unenviable plot with Marisol.

3.I can't help but speak out about this absurd Eddie/Marisol arc. I mean, it hardly seems to be successful in any way, not even for buddie's shippers. This is literally Cap saying that love can be met by chance, implying his relationship with Athena. Eddie listens to him and, as if trying to copy this scenario, "falls in love" with the first girl he sees. It's absurd.

4.Eddie definitely has a problem with relationships with girls. There is a clear feeling that he chooses them relative to their qualities, and not the special bond they share. He married Shannon because she got pregnant, and the opinion of religious parents played a role. Over time, Eddie could love the idea of their small family, because Shannon was a good woman, but she was not Eddie's partner, so as soon as the first difficulties arose, Eddie ran away, instead of somehow solving the problem, and then Shannon ran away. Sad.

Eddie and Shannon's attempt to rekindle their relationship was doomed from the very beginning, and I think when Shannon realized the dysfunctionality of their marriage, she asked for a divorce. Thanks Shannon!

Anna was just another girl who met Eddie's criteria, an ideal potential wife and mother for Christopher, but who did not have an emotional connection with him. And although the screenwriters tried to fool us with a picture of the perfect happy couple, albeit slightly unsettled Eddie, as a result it turned out that he did not develop the slightest feelings for Anna. I mean, he had a panic attack at the thought of Anna as his wife!! What a shame!

5.I understand that some people have been watching the show for so long that they start to forget the plot of the first seasons of the series. However, I advise you to review the flashbacks with Tommy in order to form an opinion about him not as Buck's love interest. but behind the beautiful picture there is a completely faded and indifferent character to the fate of the team members. His evolution after he changed jobs and came out of the closet is pretty ridiculous. Yes, I see a handsome, confident man who has done just one good deed so far. But I still have no idea where this evolution comes from. Does coming out make you a different person? Doubtful. Lou is a wonderful actor, but I don't share Tommies's admiration as a character. He's cool and confident, but there doesn't seem to be anything behind that facade.

6. Buck and Tommy. The sexual energy between the characters, which is useful for creating spectacular passionate kisses and perhaps something more, is undeniable. I like to see Buck exploring his sexuality. But as for the emotional component? An absolute hopeless abyss. The scene with the costumes for the bachelor party was quite revealing. Is it possible to fill it with a decent emotional component? With the good work of the screenwriters, yes. But the truth is that good true canonical engames click right away (Madney, Cap and Athena).

7. Should we expect a Buddie canon? I think season 7 can be considered the last to summarize this issue. Remembering such series as Castle, Bones and the Mentalist, the pairs of main characters did not become canon right away, where by season 4-6. Perhaps the pair of Jane and Lisbon was the longest in this matter, and the most controversial according to the reviews of the audience (meaning that not everyone believed that there would become canon couple). They only got together in the season 6 finale. This is also season 6 for Badie, so I think everything will be resolved this season. Waiting for the canon in season 8, unless a direct indication is given in the finale 7 (awareness of the feelings of at least one of them)!would be absurd. I'm not calling on buddies's entire fandom to quit watching the series (although in the case of outright queerboating of this fandom, it would be fair), but I would urge my sensitive friends to stop deluding themselves at the end of this season.

7. To sum up, I would advise the screenwriters to start writing good love lines for Buck and Eddie, if they are at least as capable of it. Because what's happening on the screen right now is pretty disappointing.

#buddie #911 on abc #evan buck buckley #bi buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #911 season 7 #bucktommy #edmundo eddie diaz #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fox #911onabc #queer #lgbt #lgbtqia #biseuxal #bisexual buck

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wikiangela · 8 months

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 💖

more phone sex buddie bc all your encouragements got me so motivated haha I love y'all 💖- and I'm a bit stuck on the alive shannon fic rn bc I have too many ideas for one thing and can't decide what I want more and I'm not capable of writing out of order😂

also: whyyy is eddie always so possessive in my fics lmao (I know we all love possessive eddie tho haha)

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“Are- are you- are you touching yourself, too?” Buck asks, so breathy and whiny, and Eddie wants nothing more than to see his flushed face, those beautiful blue eyes looking at him with hunger, those perfect pink lips he needs to kiss so badly. He can’t believe they’re doing this and he hasn’t even gotten to kiss him once. Soon, he’ll remedy that soon.

“Oh, yeah. Haven’t been able to stop since- since you sent me that picture. Fuck, it’s killing me that someone else saw you like this.” he growls. He never thought he was a jealous or possessive type, but, well, it’s Buck. And Buck’s his.

“Never again. I’m all yours. If you want me, I’m all fucking yours.” Buck pants out, and it goes straight to Eddie’s cock.

“Yes, you are. All mine. You have no idea how much I want you.” Eddie’s hand leaves his dick for a moment, just long enough to slip his underwear down his legs and throw it somewhere on the floor. He needs to remember to be quiet, but it’s so hard. The silence between them lasts just a few seconds, but then Eddie gets another text. When he opens it, he sees another picture of Buck, this time with his face in it, in the background, all red and scrunched up with pleasure, but in the forefront is his cock, so hard and red and ready to burst. “Fucking hell.” Eddie moans quietly, having to hide his face in a pillow to muffle himself.

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#seven sentence sunday #buddie phone sex smut #this is gonna be so dialogue-heavy and usually I feel confident about it but not in smut so this is gonna be a challenge haha #also if anyone wants to be tagged in those snippets or wants me to stop tagging them just lmk pls haha #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #buddie smut #smut

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iamslikesthings · 1 month

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Ahahaha the messiesy situation is that Bucktommy go strong, we like them, we're having fun. In the background Eddie dumps Marisol cause it's going nowhere, Eddie gets more and more jealous.

Maybe we get buck breakdown arc (?) in there and Eddie finds himself in the centre of.bucks worl wind and Eddie finds himself in a therapy office. It hits buck first but it just Eddie SO hard (wife, Texas, ect) and Eddie finally looses it. And finally finally kisses buck.

But buck has already cheated once, and he's stable, he doesn't want to blow up his life. (Brennen crying in the car that she loved booth too late gif) "Eddie, I'm with Tommy"

What if

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911 spoilers #santana kisses Brittney by the lockers and tells her she loves her #and Brittney loves her (like she was the one who should have been shot) and tells Santana thats shes with artir???#i love you but youve had this realisation too late. im sorry

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luminouslywriting · 7 days

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Masters of the Air Masterlist 💨🌺🫧🤍

Masters of the Air:

Requests and asks are open :)

Updated 5/15/24

John Brady:

JB w/a girlfriend who gets turned on by his strict attitude

Fights with John Brady + Makeups

Brady with a handsy lady

Brady dating a woman on base

Brady with a woman easily turned on

Brady being involved in your hobbies

Jealous Brady

The Snow Stork

Car Sex With Brady

Domestic John Brady

John Brady & Serious Arguments

Brady Being Turned On by Angry S/O

How John Brady asks you to be his girl

Brady when his S/O gets injured

Brady and a religiously interested S/O

Going Dancing With John Brady

Gale Cleven:

Pregnancy and Domestic Headcanons with Gale

Kitchen Sex w/Gale

Being Gale's first

Domestic Gale Cleven

Bucky Egan:

Bucky coming home to you wearing his jacket

Bucky being involved in your hobbies

Bucky w/an anxious SO

Robert Rosenthal:

Rosie & Kisses/Affection

Rosie and a weekend away

Rosie and teasing

Being Rosie’s First

Domestic Rosie

Ken Lemmons:

Ken Lemmons and his wife

General MOTA Headcanons:

MOTA men + hobbies

MOTA men w/ a shy and anxious S/O

Fics:

Mastermind: (Ongoing)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Fanfic Asks:

State of Grace (In the Plans) (Gracie):

Gracie Spaatz Moodboard

Mastermind—Ongoing (Ruth):

Ruth and her relationship experiences

Ruth & a British Accent

Ruth and the Flak House

Ruth & her spiked holiday dessert

Ruth, Crosby, and Rosie blurbs

Ruth being a general menace to Rosie and the men

The Seven Sharpe Siblings

Abe Sharpe Moodboard

Ruth Background Asks

Ruth Moodboard

Something Something Blurb

Ruth and Rosie—So High School (TikTok Edit)

Cruel Summer (Meg):

Christmas Headcanons of Bucky, Buck, Meg, and Marge

Meg Struggling With Being Home

Timeless (Kathryn):

Domestic Gale and Kath blurbs

Egan Sibling Blurbs

#mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air fanfic #mastersoftheair #oc originalfemalecharacters #ladies who brady #masters of the air x reader #masters of the air #masters of the air masterlist #masterlist #fanfic asks #asks

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shaunashipman · 12 days

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less a cute headcanon, more have you seen how softly tommy looks at buck. how he relaxes and softens in kitchen scene little by little.

the smile after the hospital kiss.

how lou talked about tommy's background and how badly he deserves this!!! he deserves to be happy with his actual sunshine personified boyfriend.

buck makes them breakfast and tommy just sits there admiring him, wondering how he got so lucky

he is so fucking soft!! and the kitchen scene my beloved. how he starts out across the room from buck and they're both slowly drawn together. how he gets kind of closed off but so vulnerable about being jealous of the 118 but buck immediately reassures him, how he looks like he doesn't quite believe buck but then he has to laugh when buck talks about his fake mouth static, immediately loosening up

like this look here that i literally couldn't stop myself from giffing, seriously i blacked out and the frames were open on my photoshop

look at that smile! look at it!! like we talk about buck's puppy dog eyes, now they're puppy dog eyes² no one's gonna be able to say no to them

i'm (badly) writing a little fic about buck on painkillers being so amazed that tommy is his boyfriend, but i think i need one the other way around too

like they just embody soft4soft

#cleo gets mail #anonymous #911 #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard

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Hi!! I don’t know if you’re still taking requests but if you are could you write something about boyfriend sanji always humping reader whenever he has the chance until he cums ? Oh and thank you writing for black readers!!🫶🏽

MY FIRST REQUEST!!! THANK YOU SOOOO SO MUCH I’ll try my best for you!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 I really like the thought of pervy Sanji i hope it’s not crazy 🤪

Warnings: Smut, dry humping, exhibitionism, begging, swearing, minors dni. Not proofread!

We not humping.

Sanji was insanely horny every second of every day. His girlfriend could breathe and he would want her to be in their shared bedroom so he could give her everything her beautiful body deserved. Right now he was trying to signal her to go to their room, but Y/N was reading a book next to Robin on the deck. In a white bikini, her skin looked luscious sweat dripping down her stomach into her waistband. Sanji couldn’t help but feel jealous that it was touching her beautiful body, that fucking body, her thighs, her ass- “fuck…” he reached down to rub his growing bulge.

Then he got a wonderful idea, like his brain finally came back on. He went into the kitchen and whipped up your favorite dessert and fruity drink along with Robins “Y/N-san I have something to cool you off my love” he said as he approached with a tray of food and drinks, Y/N could hear Luffy in the background asking where were his snacks and she giggled “YOURS IS IN THE KITCHEN” Sanji snapped at the rest of them “Sanji, my love you have to be nicer to them” Y/N commented. Robin just gave a small smile behind her book.

Sanji picked his sweet little girlfriend up and sat her in his lap. “Here mon ange, let me feed you.” Y/N could barely keep a poker face as her skin grew inflamed, he was pressing his very obvious erection into her butt. She leaned to whisper “Not here Sanji, we are literally in front of the whole crew” and he very well knew that but he couldn’t wait any longer. They wouldn’t notice would they? Chopper and Ussop had gone to Frankys work shop, Nami was showering, Brook was enjoying his tea and Zoro sat next to him eye closed in what Sanji assumed to be sleeping.

Sanji ignore her words of warning and just put the spoon into her mouth, he smirked moving his hips into her ass and played like he was just adjusting her. His grip on her hips was tight though, digging into her juicy flesh. “Please mon ange, if you do this for me now I’ll let you be on top in the bedroom next time” he whispered. Y/N thought through her options and just nodded her head slowly. He smiled and just grabbed her drink and put it up to her lips, the lips that were wrapped around his cock last night sucking him so good he busted just from the sound of her worshipping his cock. His hips were moving a little faster now as his mind was wandering.

Y/N was quick to take the drink out of his hands so he wouldn’t drop it and took another spoonful of her treat. “So Robin, keep telling me about your book” She asked, trying to pretend like her bottoms weren’t pooled with her arousal. She tried to press her ass harder into Sanjis bucking hips to keep his movements to a minimum but she was sure everyone knew what was going on with Sanjis stupid face giving them away. But he couldn’t help it her fucking ass was rubbing against him so good, he was getting close embarrassingly fast he was almost the edge and then he heard it.

A small desperate whimper, he realized he had shifted their position so now her wet fucking pussy was over his cock and he closed his eyes tight as he kept moving. He was praising her in his mind, how she was such a good little girl for him, how she could take his cock later tonight for round after round until she didn’t need it anymore.

He moved her little pussy against his cock, sneakily moving her bottoms out of the way to reveal the glistening lips of her core. He groaned to himself as he watched her bite down onto her lips, her beautiful hair falling into her face from her neat ponytail. She looked so angelic, he began moving her bare cunt on his covered cock. Y/N was gripping the glass like her life depended on it her whimpers were quiet enough but she couldn’t help when a moan slipping through and she pretended like she was sipping her drink “wow Sanji this is amazing” she praised. She wasn’t gonna be any longer now with the way he was moving her against himself, no one was watching and Robin was still lost in her reading. She got a little bolder and moved her hand down onto the front of her bottoms and began to rub her covered nub.

When he saw what she was doing he smiled “good job mon ange, you’re always such a slut for me. Always ready to be used” he muttered bucking his hips in a less practiced rhythm, he thanked the blue heavens above when he felt her pussy lips quivering. She was dripping her cum onto his pants. He wasn’t too long after her reaching his climax and he had soiled his pants even further. Y/N was quick to fix her bottoms and glanced over at Robin who had a smirk on her face “you guys were not very discreet”

Hope you love it and thank you so much again! Xoxo Bunny Boo!

#black y/n #black!reader #x reader #black reader #black reader insert #poc reader #black writers #sanji vinsmoke x black!reader #sanji x you #blackleg sanji x black!reader

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