#eddie healing his inner child >>>

[sunshinereddie]

i like to imagine that after derry 2.0 once eddie divorces myra and he starts to finally accept his feelings for richie again, sometimes he feels embarrassed that he has a “crush”. he will think to himself, jesus christ, eddie, what the hell are you doing getting all flustered over a fucking text message from richie? stumbling over your words when you talk to him? you’re forty years old, not fourteen anymore! snap out of it! 

but then as his feelings for richie continue to grow he slowly allows himself to actually... enjoy the experience of having a “crush”. when he was a kid and first started crushing on richie, he was so terrified of his own feelings, of being outed, he was so overwhelmed by his own internalized homophobia for his entire childhood that he never got the chance to enjoy having a crush on richie as a kid, because his feelings for richie were always quickly followed by shame. 

but now, as an adult, after having come out to the losers, he’s starting to feel comfortable in his own skin. and sure, maybe it is a little embarrassing to have a crush as a fully grown man, but eddie is just letting himself live the way his younger self could only dream of. so he lets himself get flustered when richie leans in close to him to make a joke and he doesn’t shame himself for the rush of excitement he gets from a ‘good morning’ text from richie. he lets himself have a crush, and he loves every minute of it. (and he loves it even more when he finally works up the courage to act on that crush and ask richie out and richie says yes.)

#eddie healing his inner child >>> #eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak hc #eddie kaspbrak headcannons #richie tozier #reddie #reddie hc #reddie headcanon #it #it au #it hc #it 2017 #it 2019

[steddieas-shegoes]

Eddie was acting weird.

Well, he was always a little weird. But this was weirder than usual.

For one thing, he kept sneaking into the bedroom as soon as he got home from work, not even acknowledging that Steve was cooking dinner in the kitchen. He always came up behind him and kissed his shoulder before going to shower. Always. But not for the last couple of weeks.

Then, Steve noticed he would be on the phone with Hopper of all people. It’s not that they didn’t get along, they’d moved well past that, but they didn’t exactly seek each other out for conversations. He waited until Steve was in the shower or already in bed, which rubbed Steve a bit wrong. Eddie never hid shit from him.

But the turning point, the moment that Steve decided he needed to say something, was when Eddie went to dinner with Robin. Alone.

Eddie and Robin were friends. Some would even say close friends. It’s hard not to be when you face what they have together. But they always hung out with Steve.

So when Steve found out they’d been out without him, he confronted Eddie.

“What the hell are you up to?”

Steve was maybe coming off as a bit of an asshole. His hands on his hips like he was ready to discipline a child, his face serious, voice stern. But he had to know what was going on.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, not used to being at this end of Steve’s mom pose. He usually stood behind him with a smirk, arms crossed in front of his chest to emphasize his disappointment and amusement at whatever child had earned it.

“What do you mean?”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Dinner with Robin? Without me?”

“Am I not allowed to be her friend without you?”

Eddie’s voice had turned guarded in a way that it hadn’t been with Steve in years.

Steve paused. Something was wrong. Eddie wouldn’t be acting like this if it wasn’t something big.

But what could he possibly be talking with Robin and Hopper about secretly? Was he in trouble? Were they trying to charge him with something from years ago? Why would he go to Robin about that and not Steve? Why would he have to sneak into the bedroom every evening?

The math wasn’t adding up, but Steve nearly failed math two years in a row so maybe he shouldn’t try to make the calculations.

“Are you in trouble? I can help. We can go somewhere. Hopper doesn’t have to know. Is he helping you? He should, he knows you’re innocent. They can’t even charge you for anything anymore right? There’s like, a statue of limits or something?”

Eddie was staring blankly at him.

It must be worse.

Maybe he was going into Witness Protection and Steve couldn’t come so he was trying to plan how to tell Steve. Oh God, Steve couldn’t let him go with no idea where he would end up or what his name would even be.

“Eds, please. You can’t go. They may not give you a choice, but you could maybe write to me so I can follow you? I’ll change my name too.” Steve felt tears in his eyes, and he hated it. He hated that his reaction to this was panic and crying as if he was the one in trouble and on the run. “Do they know we’re a package deal? And Robin. Robin will have to come. Is that what you talked about at dinner?”

Eddie was still just staring at him.

“Eddie please. Talk to me.”

Eddie shook himself out of his stupor, looking down at the floor and mumbling something Steve couldn’t quite hear.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“I’m taking you to Disney World.”

That was not a sentence Steve ever thought he would hear. Especially not from Eddie fucking Munson.

His first reaction was to laugh, but when he saw the way Eddie’s face fell, he stopped.

“Um. Okay. You’re serious,” Steve let his thoughts wander as he watched Eddie’s whole body tense the way it did when he was working himself up.

Steve thought about how they had watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade last year and saw a float from a new Disney film, he couldn’t remember which one now, but he remembered turning to Eddie and saying, “you know my parents never took me to Disney World? All that money and they spent it all on their exotic vacations and cruises and left me at home.” Eddie had looked at him like he broke his heart before he said “Wayne could never afford it so I never really bothered to ask.”

And it wasn’t that a lot of their friends had been. Growing up, more kids spent time at beach resorts or the lake for summer vacations. Disney was still so new to people, it seemed like a pipe dream for anyone who didn’t have at least a middle class income.

But Steve saw the commercials. He watched the movies. He secretly loved the idea of a whole park dedicated to the childhood happiness and magic he felt when he watched them.

But he never asked his parents, and by the time he thought he could try to go, he was “too old.”

He’d given up on the thought.

Eddie was playing with his rings nervously, still avoiding eye contact with Steve.

“You’re taking me to Disney World?” Steve felt his voice break as the realization washed over him.

Eddie was somehow finding the money to take him to a place he’d secretly wanted to go since he was a kid, even though it was a place he probably didn’t want to go, and he’d wanted to take him so badly he somehow involved Robin and Hopper in the planning process.

God, he loved him so much.

Steve stepped closer to Eddie, hesitantly reaching out to pull his hands apart and lace their fingers together.

Eddie finally looked up at him and Steve couldn’t help leaning in to kiss him softly.

“You’re taking me to Disney World.”

Eddie nodded, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“How? When? Why does Robin know? Why does Hopper know?”

Eddie chuckled before he placed a kiss on Steve’s forehead.

“Robin knows because she’s been arranging everything. I couldn’t really do it here and work’s been busy so I couldn’t do it there. She offered to help. We’ve been planning it since last Christmas.”

Steve felt himself fall even more in love. Somehow, the love of his life and his platonic soulmate have been planning this incredible trip for him for six months and had only recently given anything away.

“Hopper knows because I did have to make sure I could leave the state. I know my name was cleared, but I just wanted to be certain. Then, he got involved with the planning because he wants to take El and Will this year.”

Steve was gonna start crying, probably any second. He could feel the lump in his throat getting thicker.

“I’ve been saving up anything extra for months. The kids all put in some money to buy your ticket. Mrs. Wheeler let me use Mr. Wheeler’s airline miles to book the flight so it was only about half the cost. Mrs. Henderson gave me her work bonus to put towards the hotel at Dustin’s insistence. Apparently she usually uses it to send him to camp, but he didn’t want to go this year. So. Yeah. Surprise?”

Steve was crying.

Everyone had played a part in this happening, and Eddie was the man behind it all.

Steve threw his arms around Eddie’s neck and jumped to wrap his legs around his waist. He did this all the time, so Eddie only stumbled a little before settling with his hands under Steve’s thighs to hold him up.

“I love you so fucking much,” Steve said against Eddie’s shoulder, tears staining his shirt. “Thank you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Eddie placed a kiss on Steve's temple, letting his lips linger for a minute before pulling away.

“So we leave this weekend.”

Steve dropped his legs, immediately panicking about the trip.

“What? What about work? I have so much to do. How long will we be gone? I’m supposed to bring Dustin and Will to a show Sunday. Oh no. I don’t even have a bathing suit. There’s a pool at the hotel right?”

Eddie kissed him, effectively shutting him up, though not quite quelling his panic.

“I’ve already arranged all that. Mike got his license and got permission to drive them. Robin got you off the schedule. There’s a bathing suit in the bag I’ve been packing slowly for weeks.”

“Oh my God, that’s what you’ve been doing. I’ve been standing here waiting for my hello kiss while you secretly pack things for a surprise trip to Disney World. I’m so stupid.”

“Hey. None of that.”

Steve nodded once distractedly. Yeah, yeah, no talking negatively about his own intelligence or whatever they all made him agree to.

“When were you gonna tell me? When we were on the plane?”

“As if you would have arrived at an airport without asking me ten million questions,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “I was gonna tell you tomorrow night at dinner. Will even made this card that had clues inside.”

“Shit, I ruined it.”

“Sweetheart, no. It’s okay. I won’t tell Will. You can still keep the card. It’s a really cool design. He made Disney World look like a D&D game, said you’d probably not get all of it, but thought it was cool. It is, and I think I want him to design a tattoo for me when we get back, but I may have to call the shop in Indy I go to and –”

It was Steve’s turn to cut off his rambling with a kiss.

“I can’t wait to go with you. I can’t believe you would want to.”

“I’d go anywhere with you, you know that.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #steve goes to disney world #i believe in my heart and soul that steve heals his inner child a lot at disney world #is that projection i hear #nooooooo couldn't be #i do not have the time to continue this right now but maybe someday #or if someone wants to take this on i would give you a hug and forehead kiss (if i can reach)

[vonn13]

Hc Steve harrington adores little magical things and has a small collection of like fairy homes or he collects plushie. His parents and friends/partners in the past made fun of him for liking these things so he's always kept them hidden away.

Now he's dating Eddie and this man thinks Steve put the goddamn stars in the sky and would do anything for him. So when he finds out about all of this he takes it in stride and feels so gooey that he makes like a garden setup so Steve can put the little fairy houses in their garden or he takes one of Steve's plushies with him on tour and makes a whole photo album of the plushie in different location across the globe. Like imagine maybe a bunny plushie with one of those cheesy Eiffel Tower pictures and this shit heals Steve's inner child so much.

#steve babygirl harrington #Steve harrington #Steve harrington deserves the world #Steve harrington deserves a hug #And he gets all this from Eddie #Steddie #Eddie munson #Rockstar Eddie munson #Steve healing his inner child #Let boys have soft interests #Eddie's tourmates also take candid shots with said plushie #Eddie in my head has a southern accent #My boy be saying darlin' I made you a display for all your knicknacks #And Steve is just ready to propose #Steve would have a collection of ugly garden gnomes #He thinks he's saving them #Mr. Adopt six kids and now abandoned garden decoration #Eddie munson is whipped for Steve harrington #And honestly I get it #stranger things hc

[lovebugism]

Imagine rough sex with eds and you guys just break the bed and you have to tell wayne

✶ ┄ BROKEN BEDS !

summary: you and eddie break his bed. the worst part is having to tell wayne. pairing: eddie munson / f!reader warning: smut! eddie being the cutest human alive! a wild appearance from uncle wayne! 18+ mdni! a/n: i need everyone to know that when i wrote this draft, i titled it "breaking bed" and it made me chuckle a lil. anyway, thanks for your request anon! enjoy xoxo

( MASTERLIST )

when eddie muson fucks, he fucks like a wild animal

he grunts with each of his rough thrusts, brown eyes somehow darker with lust while his untamed curls cling to his sweaty forehead

and you just let him drill into you because, truth be told, you love him this way

you hold the backs of your thighs and keep yourself wide open for him while he fucks so deeply into you

he leans over you, one hand white-knuckled where it grips his headboard, and the other wrapped around your throat

not tight enough to choke you exactly, but to make sure your eyes stay locked on his as he fucks you for all your worth

the headboard slams into the wall in time with each of his thrusts, rhythmic bang bang bangs that you’d be scared are leaving a dent in the wall if eddie wasn’t making you feel so good

he tilts your jaw to the side to expose your neck to him

and he hides his face in the sweaty crook of it, seeking refuge there while he nips and suckles at the warmed skin

you just keep begging for him to go harder and deeper and faster as he fucks you more and more stupid

and eddie complies without question

he revels in the way you keen each time he pounds into you and how your face scrunches up and your back arches for him

your toes curl and your legs tense up so hard they start to quiver

and right when you’re about to come, the bed suddenly jolts and dips beneath you, accompanied by loud crashing sound

it scares the shit out of you and you squeal while eddie lets out a grunt of surprise

because his bed just fucking broke

and it isn’t the most surprising thing in the world, the thing is about as old as he is

but it does take the two of you off guard 

all you can do in the moment is laugh about it

and eddie barely wastes another second before he starts fucking you again

because his bed is already broken, who cares if it gets more fucked up?

plus he knew how close you were to your orgasm and you just look so pretty when you come <3

the worst part about it though is telling wayne

because there’s no way he’s not going to notice

and eddie can’t exactly sleep on a crooked bed

so he just comes up with the shittiest excuse known to man “so the thing is... i was… jumping on the bed…”

wayne furrows his brows “the hell were you doing jumping on your bed?”

“well, you see, i was just, you know… trying to… heal my inner child…”

“…what the fuck does that mean?”

but, like, obviously wayne knows

typically you’re good at keeping eddie in check and sometimes he can hear you saying you don’t want to fuck while wayne’s in the house

and that’s a part of the reason he likes you so much bc you don’t want to put him through that trauma

but you guys are young and in love and sometimes keeping your hands off of each other feels like the hardest thing in the world

so he knows exactly how the bed broke

but hearing eddie trying to lie about it is the funniest thing on the planet

shopping for a new bed frame is easily the most adult thing you and eddie have ever done

and the only one he can afford is a star wars themed one in the children’s section

eddie groans and acts annoyed about having to get one that’s so childish but you know he secretly loves it

because the headboard is shaped like the cock pit of the millennium falcon with lightsabers painted on the foot of the bed

you try to put it together without wayne’s help while he’s at work

and you’re like “how long do you give it before we break this one?”

“an hour if you wine and dine me first <3”

have any blurb requests? send em here if you want!

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #st headcanons #eddie spaghetti hc

[silent-stories]

Thinking about when Eddie was like six or seven years old and he wanted to have a little birthday party with his classmates but none of them showed up that day. He waited for hours and no one ever came, eventually he ate his piece of cake alone and stopped hoping and waiting. Of course no one would come to the freak's party, he had been stupid to think so.

From that day on he never even said what day he was born just to make sure something like that didn't happen again, as a way to protect the child who had been hurt years before. None of his friends (his band and hellfire) knew when his birthday was.

It went on like this until you found out, because you read it incidentally on his ID card or somewhere else without Eddie noticing.

That night you showed up at his trailer with a homemade cake complete with candles rambling about the fact that it was not much but that you still hoped he would appreciate the gesture and that you hadn't said anything to the others at school because since he hadn't done it you wanted to respect it.

You said it wasn't your intention to find out but after you did you couldn't ignore it and just wanted to make him happy if you could.

Eddie was still in the doorway listening to you talk when he offered you a smile, thanked you and invited you in, trying to hide his watering eyes as much as possible and thinking that gesture was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for him in his entire life.

You told him the cake wasn't perfect and he said it was perfect to him. Because you thought about him, because you wanted him to be happy. And after many years, his inner child began to heal.

#eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n

[khalesprix]

Eddie Diaz: *goes to therapy, heals his inner child, start showing emotions, confronts his dad about their relationship during the years, comes to terms with his traumatic experiences* - Wow I'm finally doing better!

Buck: what if I die? Just a little?

#911 fox #buddie #911 spoliers

[imthursdaysyme]

While I love Steve having a kid that's a nerd, my favorite is if his kid is just like him. He's popular even at 7, he's extroverted, funny, and charming albeit a little strange. He loves sports and struggles in math and doesn't really get english and gets scolded when he laughs in history—sue him he thought it was funny—and has a tendency to get detention but also is somehow a teachers pet all at once.

He has a tendency for feminine things, makes it his own with earrings and the occasional pink flower print shirt.

He begs steve to not work on the car until he gets home from school, cause even at 5, he would rather climb over the fence and run home by himself then learn his dad worked on the cool car without him.

He loves driving and cooking and dancing and loves swimming—aunt Robbie calls him a variety of aquatic animals instead of his name; minnow, fish, stingray, tigershark. Anything went.

They look alike and act alike to the point robin laughs and claims Steve just cloned himself, Eddie says that the kid is actually just Steve brought to the future through time travel. Steve laughs, he loves it ofc but he's never pushed or forced it, it just happened that way.

But there's also times, where Steve sees his son, so like him with big tears in his eyes trying to be tough. Or when all he wants is to sleep in the bed with Steve when he has a nightmare, wants his dad to kiss everything better, when he so easily seeks affection or struggles with school to the point he's getting stress migraines at 9, sees him try so hard to do his best and do what he does well. Sees him fail.

And when Steve sees this, he wonders if maybe he wasn't a bad kid. Didn't need to be tougher, manlier, smarter—better—to deserve love.

Just. Like. Steve seeing that he didn't need to be anything other than what he was. That he has no idea how his parents didn't love him bc how could he ever not love his kid? Just like its okay for him to be how he is and have a kid that a like him as well bc he's pretty great

And like. Its just that idea that Steve could only “heal his inner child” with a kid that's different then him or a girl is kind of sad that it's only that what if him and his son go to every game and constantly have grease on them what then.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #dad steve harrington #i just think it would be so nice #I am going to draw this kid I hope y'all know #his name is going to be Jimeno #bc Steves Cuban and wants to give his son a Cuban name too #his nickname will be meno and that's why robin thought calling him minnow was hilarious #he is now part of my st universe #I have three main ones #the steddie one the stali one and now this one #single dad Steve #I also have a very set past stancy universe that I don't delve into where they're divorced and have a kid and Nancys with robin #that one is fun and I will draw it someday #but anyway #let Steve have a kid that's like him bc why tf can he only have a kid that's different #like what's so wrong about Steve #why can't his kid like all the typical jock stuff #and be sensitive and shit #and Steves like oh my god I wasn't a horrible kid who could never do anything right my parents were assholrs #and Steves like I will give my kid ANYTHING he desires and what are YOU gonna do about it #him and robin living together practically coparenting #jimeno starts calling robin roberto bc Steve does #and imagine robin HAS to learn Spanish fluently bc Steve only speaks Spanish in the house #jimenos first language will be spanish if Steve has anything to say about it #robin learns so fast #but imagine Nancy having a hard time learning it and like every ones so co fused bc Steve and jimeno will talk to her in Spanish and she'll #talk back in English and every ones confused but they understand each other so it's fine

[oneforthemunny]

What present would each of the Eddie’s get their girl / what would their girls get them for Christmas? 🎄

ooh ok.

older!eddie gave bunny a family photoshoot gift. she'd been wanting one for a while and wanted it with a specific photographer but it was hard to organize so he did it and surprised her with it for christmas so they can have updated pictures. and she gave him a couple's massage specifically for his back lol.

modern!eddie got some new type of controller he'd been wanting. it's like got cheat codes or some shit on it, she's not really sure but he was so excited when he opened it. he gave her a dyson and yes he did. "the girl at sephora told me this was a good one." and she's gagged by it.

rockstar!eddie gave nb (thinking that the girls are still young??? idk the timeline i'm going off vibes) a little book filled with drawings and paintings with their little writings and stuff. something very sweet and sentimental. she gave him a bunch of board games from his childhood. ones he'd never actually gotten to have, but told her he always wanted them his dad just never got him any. so she got him that so he could play with the girls with them, and as kinda a inner child healing thing.

cowboy!eddie got a new belt buckle that she picked out for him. he always gets ones from competitions that are special and cool, so she got him a custom one made. he got her a pair of cowgirl boots because she's always wanted some to feel like the real deal lol.

mafia!eddie gave about everything under the fucking sun, but big gift was a vacation. somewhere remote and warm for a while where it can be just the two of them. she gave him a portrait of the dogs that she had commissioned. it was a gift for both of them, but he likes gothic type pictures and shit so she had them done.

janitor!eddie gave her a necklace he spent WAY too much money on with ollie's birthstone on it. she gave him a bunch of records and band tee's that he loves.

dom!eddie gave her an ornament that he made himself. he likes to joke and stuff about christmas and how much she likes it, but he gave her something for the tree. she gave him concert tickets to see a band he'd been dying to see.

bouncer!eddie got a leather jacket and some patches because his old one is quite literally falling apart. he gave her these pair of shoes she'd been dying for lol.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #rockstar!eddie munson #janitor!eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie munson #older!dilf!eddie munson #bouncer!eddie munson #munny’s merriest #munny's merriest

[firehose118]

Okay even after writing this I’m still thinking about the importance of Tommy calling Buck Evan.

Names are identities. Names can be armor or they can be intimate (if you want a deeper exploration of this in fiction, please watch Black Sails). A chosen identity can be especially important as a way to control how you are viewed by others.

He goes by Buck because that’s what they called him in the academy. “Buck” is a firefighter, and as we know being a firefighter is his whole reason for living (as evidenced by the cursed lawsuit arc). He could have gone back to “Evan” when he joined the 118, but he introduced himself as “Buck” very intentionally. It was a reinvention, a shedding of his past.

Evan is a name that he associates with his parents, and his parents are so much of the reason why it took him so long to understand who he is fundamentally. Evan is who he was as a child. Evan is his parents’ unwanted son, the name they’d say like a curse whenever he did something stupid to get their attention. He hates being called Evan because his parents yelled it at him so many times that the very sound of it feels like a scold.

As others have pointed out, he probably got flustered and introduced himself to Tommy as Evan Buckley before correcting himself and saying Buck. But Tommy latched on to that and kept calling him Evan. It doesn’t seem like Buck corrected him. He doesn’t mind the name in Tommy’s mouth.

Tommy isn’t talking to Buck-the-firefighter. He’s talking to Evan-the-man. When Tommy says “Evan” he’s saying, “I see the you that is underneath the person you project out into the world. I see the you that you really are and I will call you by your name.”

There’s something deeply intimate there. Buck was a womanizer (which, he wasn’t, but that’s another post). Evan is queer. Tommy sees the Evan that Buck has been suppressing for so long—the one he didn’t even know was there—and he brings that person to the surface. He speaks to the heart of him directly.

Think about how few times people call him “Evan” throughout the series. Maddie uses that name when she hasn’t even spoken to him in three years. Evan is her little brother. She starts calling him Buck when she gets to know him as a man, not a little boy. She respects that he is a different person now than he was when she last saw him. She understands the difference.

Eddie calls him Evan exactly once, as far as I can remember, and that was very intentional on his part. When he sat on that hospital bed and said “Because, Evan,” Eddie needed him to listen, needed him to understand how important what he was saying is. Eddie understands the power of calling him Evan, understands he needs to address a fundamentally different part of this man to get him to understand how important he is to Eddie. To Chris. At all.

One thing I haven’t personally seen discussed is the sort of meta reason why his character is called Buck: his defining characteristics in the first season are how young and inexperienced and reckless he is. He’s a young buck. I genuinely believe the writers came up with that and then decided to give him the last name Buckley as an excuse to call him that.

So for Tommy to call him Evan, and for him to accept that as an identity without cringing, is him growing up. Excuse the phrase, but it’s him healing his inner child. To hear “Evan” said casually, reverently, lovingly is a revelation. It is a connection between the lonely child and the actualized adult. It is the man in his totality.

#this is a little disorganized but I am GRIPPED by this #tevan nation rise up #911 #911 abc #bucktommy #911 meta #mine

[mvltisstuff]

What about a fic where reader is Evan’s sister and gets into a bad car accident? Lots of angst but also some fluff please. 🫶🫶

slipping through my fingers - e.b

summary: request :)

evan buckley x sister!reader (a lot of maddie too 🩶)

a/n: i have an eddie diaz oneshot in the drafts currently that i’ve been debating on posting. it contains a pretty sensitive subject, so i really wanted to get it right. it was inspired by another request, along with another show. i hope you enjoy this and i’ll keep on writing some more for you guys :))

y/n could say growing up with as the youngest buckley wasn’t the easiest task. the consistency of begging for attention was draining from the start. going above and beyond for just a grain of appreciation was the default in their house. she was repeatedly looked through, almost as if she wasn’t there due to her parents grief.

she had come after buck in a desperate attempt to be able to save david, but failed in the end. he was gone too soon, so therefore, y/n was almost like a chore. sure, her parents loved her, but she wasn’t the child they wanted. dealing with the discovery of why she wasn’t loved enough was just as bad as experiencing it. maddie was in boston with doug, and buck had gone onto his own adventures. meanwhile y/n was stuck at home with nowhere to go and no plans of leaving. she dreamed about it, though. she heard about buck moving to los angeles and immediately wanted to be with him. she was almost done with college, and after that, she packed up her diploma and degree and flew away.

life in california was amazing. she had friends, she was loved, and she had no reminders of the lonesomeness she felt at home. for once, she was able to make a home out of where she was. maddie was safe, and it felt like they were a fixed version of their family.

out of the pure intentions in her heart, y/n invited her distant parents back to LA. with maddie expecting a new baby, and the years of a few texts, there was a new hope that maybe things could be turned around. it wouldn’t change their childhood experiences, but maybe they could heal them. maddie was on board, but buck was still skeptical. their words were like knives and the scars couldn’t be helped. he showed up anyway, wanting to give maddie and her baby the opportunity to have a life with them.

they travelled six hours, and chimney and maddie were gracious enough to host a dinner for everyone. maddie received hugs and gifts as buck and y/n were kind of nudged away. when maddie got her baby box that her parents had from when they were kids, buck and y/n had just become dusty figures. they didn’t say anything, at least not about that.

an explosive speech from buck had ignited from the judgmental words from their parents, causing him to be begging for love and expressing his inner teenage self. he had removed himself from the dining room of the apartment, and y/n sat in her seat, slumped over with her head in her hands.

“god, can you guys please just do something other than reprimand us?” y/n breaks the awkward silence.

“we were just speaking, y/n!” says their father. “if evan wants to storm out, let him.”

“well, maybe he wouldn’t have stormed out if you didn’t nit-pick ever part of his life.”

“you invited us, y/n. i don’t know what you want us to say. you know what we went through-“

“and you think that’s an excuse? if so, it’s a shitty one and we all know it. no parent should have to say goodbye to a child, but no child needs to go unloved because they don’t care anymore. and you didn’t even bat an eye when he begged you to ‘love him anyway’. so if you want to sit here, and tear down everything we have build from your actions, be our guest.”

“you always defend your siblings, y/n. you guys have never once put yourself in our shoes!” their mother cries out.

“oh, trust me, we did. for over 20 years,” maddie breaks in.

“how do you think we feel, maddie? you all just packed up your stuff and ran away to leave us with nothing,” speaks their father, again.

“dad, i can’t… i can’t do this. everything i did, i did it myself. i made this life here for myself! so did maddie, so did buck. don’t go putting yourselves on a pedestal,” she begins to gather her things, and put hers and bucks dinner plates away for maddie and chimney.

“where are you going?” chimney says, trying to calm everything down and he’s definitely in the most awkward situation.

“chim, thank you for dinner and letting us come over. you’re welcome over to my place anytime. i’m sorry, but i’m going to see my brother,” y/n says, shutting the door behind her.

while maddie stays back, trying to pick up the broken pieces, y/n drives over to bucks apartment. she repeatedly calls him, making sure he’s okay and to say that she’s coming over. the roads were dark from the early sunsets of the fall, barely illuminated from the streetlights.

“buck,” she says into her phone. “i know you’re pissed off, and im sorry i arranged this. but i need to know you’re ok, so im on my way over. please call me back.”

she ends the voicemail and tries to put her phone back into the holder. it slips out of her shaky hands and onto the floor of the seat. she groans out, worried he would call her back and she wouldn’t be able to answer. she doesn’t reach down, but she looks at the phone on the floor.

a drunk, someone intoxicated with alcohol, must have been driving like a maniac. swerving through lanes with no warning and passing several signs. she tried so hard. she tried to move out of the way, but the spontaneous movements of the driver had confronted their cars head on.

the flash of white from y/n’s airbags flew out at her. the glass of her windshield was shattered, laying all over the dashboard and the seats. her head drooped onto her shoulder. the cuts on her face were stinging and the other pain in her body went unnoticeable due to shock. the soft ringtone of her phone was vibrating on the bottom of the car. the ringing in her ears caused the sound to be faded out, and she couldn’t even get it to call 9-1-1.

“maddie, hey,” buck says as maddie picks up the phone. “have you, uh, tried calling y/n? she left me so many calls and now she won’t answer.”

“no, i haven’t. she said she was coming to see you,” maddie replies, confused.

“where’s mom and dad?”

“the hotel, they left soon after her.”

buck pulls his phone away from his ear and the buzzing on his hand. y/n’s name appears across the screen. “oh, she’s calling me know,” he hangs up the phone and answers it to a bone-chilling sentence.

“is this evan buckley?” a deep, unknown voice asks in bucks ear.

y/n was awake in the ambulance, hearing all the chaos and jargon around her. she knew she’d never hear the end from buck, being a firefighter. she begged them to let him know, telling them repeatedly, “my brother works at the 118,” and how maddie is a dispatcher.

she was wheeled into the hospital on her stretcher, collar on and a big bandage around her waist for a massive piece of glass in her abdomen. “y/n buckley, 27, three-car pileup with an oblique fracture to the tibia and penetration wound to the abdomen, likely to not have hit any major organs.” and before she knew it, she was sped into the trauma rooms and given more morphine. she just wanted her brother and sister. not all these doctors or her parents.

buck picked up maddie on the way to the hospital, not thinking twice before smashing the gas pedal down. he ran through those doors like a strike of lighting, being seen in one place and somewhere else the next. he forced her name out to the nurse as maddie caught up to him. “relation to the patient?”

“brother, and sister,” he says, impatiently, both hands flat on the counter.

the nurse typed rapidly on her computer. “she’s in surgery, honey. but she’s stable.”

buck puffs out a sigh of relief as maddie grabs his arm, leading him to the waiting room. almost all of the 118 was in this hospital, like she was a firefighter herself. chimney had brought hen, and eddie had come as well as bobby. athena had told bobby, as she was the one who arrested the man who caused the crash.

buck tries to calm himself down remembers all the times he tried to one-up her and smiles at the memories. he and maddie exchange small and sweet memories of their little sister, as her life remains in the hands of someone else.

“hey,” maddie nudges him, trying to think of something to cheer him up. “remember when she stole 20’s out of our wallet to buy us christmas gifts?”

buck giggles a bit, “yeah, and then we tried playing tag, so we spun her around a ton of times and hid inside until she just sat there.”

“and then she fell down the stairs from being so dizzy,” maddie smiles.

“ruthless!” chim interrupts, sitting next to maddie.

“you know you two are what made it so hard to leave.”

“i know. imagine having to leave her all alone with mom and dad, though. she’s gotta be ok, maddie.”

“she will, buck. no one’s getting rid of her that easy.”

the doctor with a scrub cap on comes walking into the waiting room, followed by a few interns and others. “buckleys?”

maddie and buck shoot out of their seat first, and chimney and hen follow soon after like a train. “oh, my bad.” hen says, pulling her and chim back down to sit.

“what’s goin’ on, doc?”

“y/n will be fine. she had a fracture in her leg which we fixed up. she’ll need some help getting around, but she’ll be good as new,” the doctor informs.

they knew she would make it out, but hearing it being confirmed by the doctor made it so much more real. buck was speechless, not being able to mutter out any words. “can we see her?” maddie asks.

“you can, she’s still sedated from anesthesia and intubated, but cynthia, here, can lead you to the room.”

seeing y/n’s fragile and hurt body on the bed was an agonizing sight. maybe if buck hadn’t stormed out, she wouldn’t be in this bed and have come across that driver. maybe he could’ve driven her home. all the ‘if’s’ and ‘maybes’ in bucks head were floating through, thinking it’s his fault. he always takes the blame for these situations when it is completely the opposite.

buck sees tragedy every day, and maddie hears it. maddies only sister was in the small hospital room with a tube down her throat. she needed y/n there to help her, and her baby needed her aunt. buck needed his little sister, the one always there for him and forever will be. the thought of her not being there scared him to death. even though they see get rushed into the hospital or sent to the morgue every day, it will never prepare you from seeing your favorite people in that position.

buck stumbled over to the chair by the side of the bed, pulling it out for maddie to rest her aching feet. he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting down and grabbing lightly onto y/n’s hand like he was scared to break it. “i don’t know if we should say something. let her know we’re here, you know.”

“she knows, evan,” maddie says, meeting bucks eyes with her own. “i know that.”

buck smiles and looks down at y/n, her chest rising and falling with the hissing of the tubes and machines. he observes the iv’s and cuts and fresh new bruises. he wants to kill whoever did this, but at the moment, his only concern is the well-being of y/n.

so, for the rest of the night, maddie and buck didn’t move from their spots once until she was awoken and the tube was removed. they held her hand, and when y/n was awoken, she knew she was safe from the hands that were tangled with hers.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #athena grant #henrietta wilson #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley x reader #maddie buckley #evan buckley one shot #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley fanfiction

[buckys-little-belle]

Hey could I request a Steve Harrington x shy little reader? Like the reader doesn’t even know they are a little until Steve explains and they get even more shy but Steve explains everything and comforts them? And Steve tells Robin since she is the only other person you are comfortable with so she can be Auntie Robin!!

Family Video

Steve Harrington x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns) (Side Aunty!Robin x Little!Reader)

Warnings: Reader has a bumped head, reader cried a bit, reader does not know they are a little

Notes: I combined these two asks just because they seemed to work together? I don’t know, I took some creative liberty but I like it, and I hope you all do too! (I do think that I have another idea for the head bump one but I thought I would add it in here incase I don’t end up using it!)

SFW : Please keep all interactions with this post and with this blog SFW

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“Look.” Robin said, pointing to Y/n a consistent customer of the family video. “Wonder what kids movie they’ll pick this time.” She laughed, not in a rude way, truly just confused.

“Maybe they have a younger sibling!” Steve reasoned, stacking a few movies at the counter. “Or a cousin, who knows.”

“We both know they don’t have a sibling.” Robin responded, all three of them had gone to school together, Robin and Y/n still attending a few classes together.

“Okay …” Steve said, wracking his brain for a reason. “Maybe they just like them?” Steve shrugged his shoulders, looking at Y/n as they roamed the “children and family” movie section.

“Which I get.” Robin sighed as she pulled up Y/n’s renting records. “But they only take out children’s movies, do they not get bored of the pretty shapes and colours and no plot?”

Steve sighed, he really didn’t know how to approach the situation, Y/n was extremely intellectual, knew how to have conversations, did well in school, was very interested in so many different things, and yet they never got movies that were anything like their interests, or movies that related to them in anyway. “I guess not.” He mumbled.

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“Robin!” Steve yelled out, entering the store 10 minutes late for his shift.

“You’re late Steve! I had to handle weird Mitch all by myself!” Robin yelled back, mad at how Steve was so obnoxiously late.

“Oh stop, he’s like 80.” Steve sighed, out of breath, placing a notebook onto the counter. Looking more like a customer than an employee.

“Old people can be creepy to Steve.” Robin reasoned.

“Okay, okay.” Steve breathed, opening the notebook to a random page, the page covered in messy and almost illegible handwriting. “I’ve figured it out.”

“Figured what out?” Robin asked. “You haven’t taken notes in years. What could you possibly be writing down.” She chucked, amused by his seemingly concentrated yet exhausted state.

“Y/n.” Steve smiled.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, you know, ‘why do they only watch kids movies’!” Robin nodded, interested in if Steve had any real information. “Well I went to see Eddie.”

“Eddie, as in ‘Eddie the freak Munson’?” Robin asked, now extremely confused as to what Steve is up to.

“Yes, you remember him and … I can’t remember her name, but she always seemed to act like a kid around Munson?” Steve asked, awaiting an answer.

“Um, kind of.” Robin responded.

“She was like top of the class but when you saw her at lunch she would be colouring and drinking a juice box, laughing at Munson like he was actually funny.” Steve explained, throwing on his work vest, fixing a few of the buttons.

“Yah I remember that, but what does that have to do with Y/n?” Robin asked, beginning to loose interest in the conversation.

“Well I asked him why she acted like that, like a kid.” Steve said, his eyes moving all along the notebook and the messy words it held. “He said it’s ‘age regression’, you regress back to a childlike state, some people use it to heal their inner child, some do it for fun, often it’s a coping mechanism for stress.” Steve flipped the page. “I think Y/n might be a regressor, Eddie says speech also changed, as in ‘littles’ will talk like they did as a kid.”

“Like when Y/n babbled to us.” Robin offered. “Her speech sort of slurred.”

“Exactly!” Steve cheered. “I was confused at first, they seem put together and their life also seems fine.” Steve mentioned. “But their mom lost her job last year and I bet the weight of that has fallen on their shoulders. I mean I don’t know, I think they probably don’t even know what their doing. Which could be scary, I mean in a child like state it’s not like they can take care of themself, I just worry …”

“Steve?” Robin interrupted, “Just talk to them!”

“But what if they …”

“Steve if you are worried about their safety you need to say something.” Robin looked at him with a knowing look. “It is quite genuinely your responsibility now.”

Before Steve could even argue Y/n walked into the store, their most recent rented movie in their hands. “Hi Y/n!” Robin called out, making Y/n look over at the two workers.

When they did turn their face was in full view, a few tears rolling down their face as they faintly smiled. “Hi.” They whispered, trying their best not to cry.

Y/n ignored Robin and Steve’s concerned looks, instead walking towards the children’s movies once again. When they turned the reason for their tears was on full display, a small cut on the side of their forehead, a bit of dried blood surrounding it. “Y/n?” Steve called out, his voice shaken.

Y/n peaked around the corner, standing closer to the main counter. “You have a little cut.” Steve said, crouching slightly to really look at the full wound. “Looks pretty bad, can we clean it up for you?” He asked, looking back at Robin who gave a friendly smirk.

“‘m sure.” Y/n answered, Steve patting the counter in a gesture to hop up, a small stool placed at the edge to make it easier to climb up. “‘s it gonna hurt?” Y/n whispered, their bag and movie sat next to them on the counter.

Robin answered. “It might sting a bit, but it will only be for a second.”

Steve stood in front of Y/n, a first aid kit now at their side, along with Steves hands, caging them in, keeping them safe from falling off.

“Ready?” Steve whispered. Y/n nodded, not totally ready, but Steve and his soothing demeanour helped calm their nerves. “Okay, this may sting a bit, It’s just some water to clean the scratch okay?” He said, waiting for any confirmation that Y/n was okay with his actions.

“‘m’kay.” They whispered, just loud enough for Steve to hear them. He gently dabbed the scratch, making sure to be careful, just doing what was needed, then putting a bandaid over the scratch, rubbing his thumbs lightly over their head, checking for a bump.

“I think you’re all good.” He smiled, Y/n patting him on the shoulder as a gesture to say ‘thank you’. Robin smiled at Steve, he seemed so in his element, so purely happy to be needed, so happy to be helping someone. “Y/n?” Steve asked, getting their attention once again. “Do you know why you get all small?” He asked, Y/n immediately heating up and trying to shrink in size.

“‘m not small, ‘m big, ‘m fine.” They said defensively, worried about what Steve’s intentions were.

“It’s okay if you feel small. I’m not making fun of you, it’s okay to feel small.” He reassured, his hand on their shoulder, making eye contact whenever Y/n would allow their eyes to wander his way. “I just worry about you is all, this scratch is scary!” He cautioned, hoping they would grasp his true worry.

“‘m sorry, ‘s nofin really.” They insisted, their eyes finally meeting Steve’s.

“How about you come here when you feel small?” Steve suggested. “We have a tv in the back, you could watch anyyyy movie you want, but I could at least make sure you’re safe.” He pointed to the back break room, Y/n’s soon to be haven.

“And at school if you ever need anything you can come to me.” Robin offered, her head tilted to the side, hoping her openness and willingness to help could help ease Y/n’s worries.

“Really?” Y/n asked, confused by, but welcoming, the generosity.

“Of course.” Steve said, a big smile on his face as he grabbed the long discarded movie Y/n had brought in, checking it through the system and placing it in the ‘to sort’ pile. “Why don’t you grab a movie now?” He asked, gesturing to the entire store.

“Help me down please?” Y/n asked, holding their hand out for Steve to grab.

Steve easily obliged, helping Y/n find the stool and balance when on the ground. “They already have manners.” Steve cooed to Robin, watching Y/n wander to their favourite section, a content look on their face.

“Told you so.” Robin laughed. “And you weren’t gonna talk to them.

Before Steve could argue he heard Y/n call his name.

“Coming!” He yelled back, giving Robin a cold look but happily making his way over to Y/n, the newest addition to family video.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x reader #steve x little reader #steve x little!reader #steve harrington x little reader #steve harrington x little!reader #stranger things age regression

[capseycartwright]

If it sparks joy:

"In my defense, I thought it would go better than this."

“In my defence,” Eddie said, pausing, looking around the disaster that his kitchen had become in the last few hours. To anyone who’d just walked in – like Buck had, for example – it probably looked like a nuclear warzone. Eddie had sort of had time to get used to the mess he was elbow deep in. “I thought it would go better than this.”

Buck’s brow furrowed, as he looked around. “I – Eddie, what were you trying to do?”

“Well,” Eddie wiped his hands on a dish towel. If nothing else, his hands were clean – it was sort of futile, he realised, given his clothes were destroyed in a mix of flour, and egg, and chocolate. “Okay, well – it’s your birthday,” he offered, because that’s where the train of thought had begun - Buck had never been a big birthday person, and Eddie knew why, of course, but he had taken it upon himself to give Buck a special day.

Eddie liked birthdays – he always had, if he was honest, and even more so since Christopher had come along. The joy of having a child, Eddie would tell anyone, was getting to be a child yourself sometimes. Frank, Eddie knew, would call that healing his inner child – and Eddie didn’t really disagree. That was part of the train of thought too – Eddie knew it was cheesy, but he thought that maybe he could help heal Buck’s inner child, too.

So – he’d gone to the grocery store, and he’d bought all the ingredients for the chocolate cake Linda had given him the recipe for (which he hadn’t been brave enough to try, yet) and he’s set to work making something worthy of a birthday.

Except, well – Eddie was a better cook, now, and he’d spent a lot of time following recipes diligently, but cake was apparently something that was out of his reach.

Buck still looked confused. “Uh – yeah.”

“Well,” Eddie shrugged. “I wanted to make you a cake.”

Buck’s face did something terribly complicated. “You wanted to make me a cake? W – why?”

Why?

Why wouldn’t he? Eddie – well, it was obvious, he thought, to everyone, that Eddie loved Buck a lot. Whether you read that as platonic – or more, which was frankly more accurate – the fact Eddie loved Buck was pretty clear. He loved his best friend, and he wanted to do something nice for him, not just because of his birthday, but because Eddie liked to do nice things for his best friend.

He told Buck as much, and then Buck’s face did something even more complicated.

And then Buck was kissing him.

Eddie couldn’t help the noise of surprise that escaped him as Buck’s lips crashed against his, the kiss one Eddie could feel right to his toes. He’d thought about kissing Buck a lot – imagined all sorts of first kisses – but he’d never imagined it going quite like this. Kissing Buck was – well, it felt a lot like every piece of the puzzle of Eddie’s life was slotting into place.

Despite the literal, physical mess surrounding them.

There was a smudge of chocolate on Buck’s upper lip as they broke apart, and Eddie couldn’t help but kiss it away – because that felt like something he could do, now.

“Thank you,” Buck breathed, his eyes shiny with tears that Eddie didn’t mind being responsible for – because he knew they were happy ones, for once. “For caring.”

Eddie smiled. “It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life, Buck.”

send me a sentence and i'll write you a mini fic

#911 fox #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic #prompt fill

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: steve having 4 rabbits (all male) as pets bc he loves them. They are super rambunctious aside from his last one which he recently adopted from a shelter. But HE SPOILS THEM??? He refers to them as his kids???? The party doesn't know what kids he is referring to until they see him with his babies. Thats all just pure flufff

First of all, title on AO3 is from Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter because Steve loved that story as a child and that was the inspiration behind most of this. Second of all, this is ridiculous and fun. It's so very unserious. I cannot stress enough how much this is just absolutely silly. As with any of the stuff I write, there's some emotions and discussions of Steve's shitty childhood, but the rest is just some hilarity between Steve, Eddie, and Robin with a guest appearance of the party. - Mickala ❤️

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Steve’s parents had never bothered with a pet, had never even thought about the fact that most kids got to have a dog or a cat or a turtle when they were young.

They didn’t think about how much Steve needed a companion of some kind.

It didn’t stop him from always playing with his friends’ pets, or stopping at the pet store after work sometimes to show some love to the ferrets nobody seemed to want. He volunteered at the animal shelter when he had time, always getting too attached to the dogs coming and going.

When he moved into a house with Eddie and Robin, they all agreed he could and should get a pet, as long as they could all agree on what it was beforehand.

The problem was, he knew he didn’t have time to commit to a dog, not with how often he was working and taking the kids where they needed to go and helping Eddie with his band. He knew Robin wouldn’t admit it, but being around cats for more than a few minutes left her stuffed up and teary-eyed. He didn’t really want fish, or anything that he couldn’t hold or cuddle with. Birds were out because they were loud and on his migraine days, even the tiniest hint of sound would make him nauseous.

He’d never even considered rabbits.

But on his way home from work on his birthday of all days, he passed a truck with a cage full of bunnies in the back.

He pulled over, not thinking about what he was doing, just knowing that he wanted to hold one.

Robin, who was in one psychology course at the community college, called it healing his inner child.

Eddie, who liked to get on Robin’s nerves as frequently as possible, called it being his inner child.

Steve, who loved them both very much, thought they were maybe both right.

“Can I hold one?” Steve asked the older woman who was sitting on the tailgate of her truck.

“Sure. You have any rabbits?” she asked as she grabbed one from the cage.

“No ma’am.”

“Lovely pets. Unfortunately, we didn’t know one of ours was a male and now we have about 22 of these suckers to get rid of. You got room for one?” she watched him carefully as he held the baby rabbit to his chest.

All of the rabbits were gray except for four, which were an off-white color with speckles of brown. Steve didn’t know how genetics worked, especially not for rabbits, but he knew they were unique.

“I got room for four.”

He didn’t.

Not really.

But he would make room.

The woman only charged him for two, said he was doing her a favor by taking four anyway. She gave him a bag full of some food pellets, but told him they would probably still prefer to get lettuce and other vegetables often.

“I guess I should think of some names,” Steve said out loud on the way home. “I should probably also warn you that I didn’t talk to Robin and your other dad about this yet. But they won’t mind. I can build you guys a home in the backyard! And during the winter, you can stay in the shed.”

He had it all planned out in his mind, and nothing would ruin it.

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“How many?!” Robin exclaimed.

“Rabbits?” Eddie asked, surprised, but not quite as shocked as Robin.

“It’s four males. They’re still babies, but they grow quick. They’re pretty low maintenance, and they can live outside so you won’t have to worry about allergies or noise or anything. And they can eat a lot of vegetables and some fruit so I won’t have to spend tons of money on special food.”

Eddie cupped his cheek in his palm and smiled.

“You don’t have to defend your choice to us, sweetheart. If you’re happy, I’m happy,” he kissed him on the lips quickly before pulling away and giving Robin a look that said she better agree.

“I’m happy you found pets?” Robin said, still clearly unsure about it, but giving a genuine smile.

“Okay, now names!”

It only took five minutes for Eddie to excuse himself from that conversation to start working on their enclosure.

“Steve, you cannot name a rabbit Edward.”

“There are no rules when it comes to naming rabbits. If I want to name the one who doesn’t stand still after my boyfriend, then I will!”

It went on like that for nearly an hour as Steve took turns holding each of the rabbits, keeping them close to his chest and petting them, giving them all a little kiss on the head before he put them back in the box they were temporarily in.

Eddie came in not long after they finally settled on names, giving Steve a kiss on the cheek and grabbing a glass of water.

“So? What are their names?”

Steve picked them up one by one, showing them off as he spoke.

“This one is Marty, and this one is Hobbit, and this one is Bard, and this tiny little guy is Pierre. Robin insisted on it because the speckle on his face looks like a mustache and goatee.”

“I hate to say it, Stevie, but I don’t think I’m the father,” Eddie teased as he rubbed Pierre’s head.

Steve gently pushed Eddie’s chest, but smirked at him.

“Despite your best efforts, I don’t think actual children will be biologically possible for us,” he said as he put Pierre back in the box and picked the entire thing up. “Now, show me their home!”

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Steve was a natural caregiver, had always been one even when he was alone.

Everyone knew it, everyone loved it about him.

But no one had expected him to treat his new pets as his actual children, not even Eddie.

He knitted them sweaters.

“They have fur already, Steve,” Robin said.

“But they’re so cute in them!”

Robin and Eddie shared a glance as Steve handfed them some lettuce.

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No one expected him to also come home with a fifth one right before Christmas.

He was holding it against his chest, under his jacket, whispering to it.

“Stevie? Whatcha got?”

“Don’t be mad. He was dropped off at the shelter with a few puppies and they said that they couldn’t keep him. I couldn’t-” Steve’s sharp intake of breath made Eddie drop what he was doing and get closer. “We have room or I can make room. He’ll fit right in! I think he looks like a Frodo, don’t you?”

Steve unzipped his jacket and a completely white rabbit shuffled around so it’s head was nestled further in his shirt.

“Sure, Stevie. Hi Frodo, welcome to our home. Rent’s due on the first, lettuce is available for free, and bath days are every other Saturday,” Eddie said quietly as he petted the rabbit’s back.

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The first time the kids held the rabbits, Steve hovered like a worried parent.

“Just relax, love. They’re being careful,” Eddie whispered in his ear.

“I know. I just don’t want one to get loose and end up hurt or stuck somewhere,” Steve said, keeping his eyes on a constant rotation between all five rabbits.

“Can we feed them?” El asked with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, please!” Will said excitedly.

“Sure. But everyone only gets to pick one thing so they don’t overeat and get sick,” Steve agreed.

Eddie watched as Steve continued to hover, physically biting back comments about the way the kids were feeding them.

Eddie could sense his anxiety getting to a boiling point, knew he would probably explode in a minute if he didn’t intervene.

“Alright kids! Time for us to put the rabbits up for the night. They like to cuddle before they sleep,” Eddie said, reaching for the closest one to him, Bard.

They slowly put them all back into their enclosure, and Steve stood outside of it for a moment making sure they were all okay.

They were still a bit over excited from being out of the cage, all except Frodo, who had never been excited about anything.

“I’ll take the kids home,” Eddie said as he kissed Steve’s shoulder. “Staying out here for a bit?”

“Yeah, just until they calm down a little. Tell the kids I’ll see them tomorrow.”

Eddie nodded once and made his way back inside.

“Steve isn’t coming?” Max asked.

“Nah, he’s making sure the little ones behave. Everyone ready?”

The kids looked at each other, then back at Eddie.

“He’s making sure the rabbits behave? What are they gonna do, steal a carrot from the fridge?” Mike asked.

“Tone, Wheeler,” Eddie reprimanded. “And everyone leaves Steve alone about this, got it? He’s being his inner child.”

“Healing his inner child,” Robin said from the couch, focused on her word search.

“Right, that’s what I said,” Eddie clapped his hands. “Kids in the van or you have to scoop the rabbit poop!”

A chorus of “ew, gross!” rang out as the kids scrambled to run out the front door and to his van.

“Can you make sure he comes in in a few minutes?” Eddie asked Robin. “He doesn’t have a jacket on.”

“Are you his boyfriend or his mom?” Robin asked, still not looking up from her word search.

“I’m gonna be your problem if he gets sick from sitting out there in the cold too long.”

“Fine,” Robin rolled her eyes. “But if he makes me bottle feed Hobbit again because he ‘won’t eat the pellets and he has to eat something’ I am locking him out there to become one of them.”

“Fine.”

Eddie glanced out the window of the back door, smiling to himself as he watched Steve talking to the rabbits, like he did every night.

Whatever they called it, Eddie was just glad Steve was getting something he’d always wanted.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #request #fluff #kind of a crack fic tbh #this is just fun and silly #i needed some fun and silly today

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

Inspired by that gif of Eddie waving someone by him as he bows a little and he looks so cute and scrunkly.

Eddie is a service sub. He opens the doors all the way up to scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush if he was asked. When he dates Steve "soft dom" Harrington, he fully unleashes every desire he had. Picking out clothes, ironing them if he has to. Getting lunches prepped and dinner slow cooked, if he woke up before Steve. "Have to treat my princess, right?" Eddie winks whenever Steve gets nervous that he's not doing enough. Eddie knows that Steve had to fend for himself since he was a kid and he will be damned if he doesn't heal that inner child.

Steve slowly lets Eddie spoil him this way. Lets Eddie cook and clean their house. Lets Eddie wake him up with kisses and coffee. Some days though Eddie can't move. Can't bring himself to get up to shower much less take care of the house. These days Steve calls out of work and will bring Eddie food that he knows may or may not be eaten without a gentle prompt. Will bring him tea for the smell and juice for the sugar. Will brush his hair off his face and take a washcloth to clean Eddie's face. Will get him lotion and massage his hands and feet and hips. Depending on how Eddie tilts his hips changes how the rest of the day. Away from him means Eddie needs space and quiet and Steve will nod and leave him be. Still means touch is good and Steve laughs softly and gives him soft pets and Eddie will sigh, boneless and drift in to a nap. Up in to his hands means more now immediately if not sooner. These days Steve is more touchy. More talkative. But always so soft and gentle. Sex is allowed and while Eddie is less verbal he's grabby and touch starved.

The next day Eddie will scrub the house down and make Steve's favorite food and stand a bit awkward. "Thank you. For the other day." Steve just looks up from whatever he was doing. "Have to treat my princess right." He'll wink and Eddie swoons over-exaggerated. Steve will never have to open a door ever again.

I'm not projecting shut up.

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[lmadness]

Eddie BF Headcanons

SFW:

* He loves to cuddle, and sometimes he might get a little excessive and clingy and you have to tell him to back off a little.

He’ll flirt with you just to see you get embarrassed and worked up.

* Loves playing with your hair, it's just so soft! And he loves it when you play with his hair, it'll knock him out in five minutes flat.

* He would love to be able to provide for you. being raised in a small, seemingly conservative town, that particular value did stain his conscience a bit.

* But you help him work through that and show him that two incomes work wonders.

* He has come to enjoy a lot of the domestic side that can come with a relationship. His childhood was very lonely so he uses these times to heal his inner child a bit

* He isn't really into that much PDA, he'll hold your hand in public, maybe kiss your forehead but don't expect him to make out with you in front of everyone.

* He'll let you color in some of his tattoos whether it be with marker or paint he doesn't care. He is just happy you don't hate that part of him

* Or if you both have tattoos he will color in your tattoos as well and take turns doodling on each other.

NSFW:

* He's got those handcuffs for a reason 🥴 he likes them on him but mostly on you.

* He's almost always a top, it makes him feel like he's got some semblance of power in his life, and if someone trusts him enough to be submissive to him he feels like it shuts down what the rumors at school say about him being violent

* He has a breeding kink for sure and will often say “I'm gonna get you pregnant. And then you'll be mine forever.” right before he finishes

* He likes to be rough with you but no slapping or hitting. Raising his fist against his partner reminded him too much of his parents

* You custom-made a choker to wear when you two are having sex and it has his name stitched into it. He goes wild.

* Red heels turn him on for some reason.

* He's not a virgin when you two get together but he doesn't have much experience.

* Has an oral fixation so he loves to give oral to his partner

* Prefers to shower with his partner instead of alone

* And if you really love him you'll let him wash your back and do his hair.

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[always-andromeda]

Trick or Treat || Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Word Count || 2,336

Summary || When Edward tells you that he never went trick or treating as a child, you take the chance to help him heal his inner child.

Author’s Note || happy riddler: year one release day!! today we celebrate with our favorite little serial killer and terrorist!! this fic kicks off my next week of Halloween content and I hope y'all are excited!! I can't wait for you all to see what's to come!! Also, I apologize in advance for my obvious love for the Halloween franchise in this fic, I love all of the movies even though almost all of them are actually so terrible <3

Warnings || spoilers for Halloween (1978) and Halloween II (1981), some heated kissing, Edward and his Tragic Past™, sliiiiight mask kink if you squint, nothing else I can think of!!

"Remember, Eddie, it's Halloween. Everyone's entitled to one good scare." You tease with a light tickle to Edward's side. He squirms away from you in response. 

Edward proposes uncertainly, "Isn't Halloween supposed to be for kids?"

The grimace he throws at the packaged costume on the shelf before you makes you chuckle. "Do you not understand the reference?"

"The reference?" He spares one more look to the folded boiler suit and the mask. He doesn't see it through the plastic, but the paper label says there's a plastic knife inside to complete the ensemble. How people fantasize about being such a character, Edward doesn't know. 

You say, "The quote? Everyone's entitled to one good scare."

Edward turns back to you. "That's a reference?"

Your expression is aghast, eyes wide and mouth already open and ready to protest, "You're telling me you haven't seen one of the most classic slasher films of all time?"

Edward rolls his eyes and mutters, "There's plenty of things that I haven't seen."

You guess that he's probably telling you the truth based on the directness of his words. But you can never be quite sure. Edward isn't always the most forthcoming with his life experiences. You figured it out the hard way when you brought up your parents during a date. It was only natural. Everybody has parents, right?

Apparently not. Of course the tall and adorable nerd from accounting you had begun dating just happened to be an orphan. And of course he was so nervous to mention it that you’d gushed all about your parents and your childhood dozens of times before he said something. You’d asked him what type of toys his parents had gotten him when he was little and he hesitantly muttered that he hadn’t had any of either in the first place. The conversation promptly sunk like a rock to the bottom of your stomach. How you hadn’t noticed his blank stare every time you talked about your childhood, you didn’t know. 

His childhood often provided for some...interesting conversations. Especially over the holidays. The orphanage didn't have the money nor the desire to treat the children under their care to something other than the constant poverty and paucity that plagued their lives.

While you got to shop for a brand new Halloween costume every year, Edward had stayed in the repurposed Wayne manor, looking out over the city. With every year it passed, the building and the children were more and more neglected. Gotham was just as dangerous during Halloween; possibly even more so. But deep down inside he knew that the children outside had to be having fun in some way.

For some reason, life decided that children like Edward Nashton didn't need candies wrapped in colored cellophane and fun costumes. Halloween was something that he hadn't ever been able to properly revel in. Tricks weren't nearly as fun when there was never a promise of a treat. Life had already played a horror movie for Edward to live. To find joy in the holiday seemed to be a privilege to one and he tries not to hold it against you.

You whine, "Oh, c'mon, you can't just play along? At least for my sake?" Edward offers little more response aside from another eye roll at your theatrics. He doesn't expect any less coming from you.

Pretending to be someone else didn't seem all that appealing. Maybe pretending to not be Edward Nashton would help him feel a little more comforted, at least until the autumn chill crept in through the poorly insulated walls and made him wish that it was summer. It made him wish that the rot inside would take over and consume him entirely. It made him more conscious of the simple fact that no matter how hard he tried, he would always be Edward Nashton, the wishy washy forensic accountant who was practically invisible.

Well, invisible to everyone except you, for some reason. Why you insist upon sharing these traditions of yours with him, he'll never know.  The rudimentary animatronics that jump out at him every time he steps on a button make him want to snort more than anything else. He would admit though that he quite liked some of the masks. Though he had no clue what movies they referenced, he gathered that they were villains. Only villains covered their faces like that and wore oversized cloaks or boiler suits. Only the villains kept in the dark; kept themselves masked and too afraid to confess to the world their sins.

As he stares into the dark voids of the eyeholes in the plastic mask in the package, he nudges you with his shoulder. "I'll play along," he starts quietly, "Tell me about this movie of yours."

Your eyes light up immediately. "Really? You don't care about spoilers?"

"I don't think so." he chuckles, "Besides, if I'm going to be wearing this thing for Halloween...I think I'll have to know what the guy does. "

As you continue to wander up and down the aisles of the Halloween store, Edward listens intently as you describe the tale of Michael Myers. A child who who murders his sister then spends fifteen years in a sanitarium, only to break out and finish the job with his secret sister and all of her teenage friends. Edward is sure that he's seen the events play out the same way in about a dozen different slasher movies before. He holds back the urge to scoff at all the cheesy tropes; a couple that has sex and is subsequently brutally murdered, a jammed doorknob, cut phone lines, and a helpless babysitter. However, there is one bit that Edward gets.

"So...this Michael Myers...why does he kill everyone?"

"He's out to get his family and Laurie is his sister. He's there to clean house."

"No, no, no, I get that. But why everyone else? Why her friends and everyone else at the hospital? Why does he even have to murder his family? What's his motive?"

That question is more important to him than anything. What's the point in anything if there isn't a why? There must be a reason for violence. A focus. Some sort of angle to make the ends justify the means.

You stop dead on your feet in the aisle and slowly turn on your heel, tilting your head when you finally face him. The move confuses him until you raise your hands conspiratorially. 

"That's the thing, Eddie. He almost doesn't even have a motive. He doesn't understand right from wrong or good from bad. All he knows is evil. That's it. And that motivation is what keeps him going every single time he's put out of commission."

Edward raises an eyebrow and asks monotonously, "Evil keeps him from dying?"

"Exactly! Because at the end of the day...Michael always finds a way to come home."

Though he's sure an antagonist from a 70s horror film wasn't meant to be analyzed outside the simple parameters of shock value and blood just for the sake of blood, something about that idea intrigues Eddie. He is dormant. Lying in wait. Counting down the days until the next opportunity; the next Halloween. Now that thought--more than heavy breathing on the other end of a phone--sends a shiver down his spine.

But this Halloween...this one isn't home for thoughts of vengeance and appeasing the intrusive voices that tell him he should hate the world. This Halloween is just for you and him. And the home he will now always yearn to come back to is this; you and him on the couch of his apartment, candy wrappers scattered about.

Even during the best of times, Edward isn't a fan of sweets. As he'd gotten older, the craving for them had simply faded. But this is one of those nights where he's willing to indulge. The blended aftertaste of caramel, nougat, peanuts, and chocolate makes his throat ache with richness. He pats his protruding belly, feeling like a child who's been allowed to have their bucket of candy for dinner.

If this is what Halloween had been for you during your childhood, he understands why you enjoy it. There's a sort of control and escapism in constructing your own fear and soothing it with a nostalgic film and sugary treats by the warmth of a lit fireplace. He can almost forget the real pain that lingers just below the surface of his skin. At the very least, he can quiet it down just enough to where he can let himself feel normal. He's a normal man with a normal childhood and this is a normal Halloween. And there's you, his actually normal partner rested on his chest and spreading the lazy haze that overtakes his senses.

The polyester boiler suit feels smooth against his skin, nothing like what he guesses the real thing is like as he watches Michael Myers on the television screen in front of the couch. Right at that moment, Michael kills the truck driver whom he eventually takes the jumpsuit from. For some reason, he has to admire the resourcefulness.

You look up at his face, transfixed on the screen, and giggle. "Are you getting scared yet, Eddie?"

His attention broken from the movie, Edward spares a small glance at you before grabbing the iconic mask he had tucked between his thigh and the couch and taking off his glasses. With a little bit of an awkward struggle to stretch the rubber over his round face--which only makes you laugh more--Edward finally gets the iconic mask of Michael himself on. He looks to you once more. The stoically molded expression of the mask stares back almost blankly.

Voice deep and unsettlingly even, Edward asks you this time, "Are you getting scared yet?" To add to the drama of the whole act, he begins to breathe heavily. So heavy that you're sure the inside of that mask is quickly heating up. Probably making his skin flush and form a thin layer of sweat. And what begins as stone cold fear in your core slowly warms as you remember that your chubby cheeked and kind eyed Edward is underneath there. And no mask can completely kill the comfort you feel with him.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm actually into that." you cup the cheeks of the mask and press a small kiss to the lips. Behind the rubber, you can practically feel him scowl. 

Edward says incredulously, "You're into this?" Based on his inflection alone, you know he's skeptical and a slight bit horrified. It's a skepticism that you plan to completely smother.

You give a little pout, peer through the dark eyeholes, and answer, "Well, actually there's one thing I'm not into about this." You reach for the edge of the mask at his neck and pull it back over his head. Lacing your fingers through his real hair, now slightly damp and disheveled, his face looks just as red as you imagined. His brows turned, he waits for some sort of explanation as you admire his soft features. Maybe his normal partner isn't quite as normal as he expected of them.

Brushing a bit of his hair off of his forehead, you assert, "If you're going to get into wearing these, you should really get one where I can see your eyes better. I like seeing them."

Eddie rarely believes in the world telling him the truth in such stark terms. Even the grandest gestures could always be a lie. But your fingertips stroking his bare cheek and your body pressed against his in a way that tells him that you need him...that can't be faked. You'd have to be completely insane to look at him with such reverence and mean none of it. And he decides that with the safety you surround him with as proof, you're being honest. You'd never trick him. Despite the half full bag of store-bought candies that now lays discarded on the floor and his full stomach, he concludes that you're his favorite treat during this conflicting season. You're saccharine and filling but you never make him feel sick and full of regret.

This time, he kisses you. Hungry and feral, he displays a confidence you don't see in him often when his hands run up the back of your thighs and pull him up onto his lap.

You feel his teeth graze your lips and your skin flutters. "B-but what about...the movie...don't you want to...finish it?" you manage to utter between every fervid kiss that Edward lays on you.

He pulls back just long enough to give you a fond look, similar to how you'd been observing him. There's something a little deeper to it though, something possessive in how his grip on you tightens. It makes your breath catch in a tight pocket of your throat.

He finally replies, "You already told me all about how it ends. The killer gets away. I don't think I need to hear it twice." Before you can let yourself get embarrassed for spoiling the entire movie for him earlier on in the day, Edward goes in for the kill, inflicting a ravenous kiss on your neck that succeeds in making you breath once more; puncturing the pocket your air supply had been trapped in and driving you just as wild as he needs you to be for him now. He engulfs you in his arms and makes you simply bleed with a want for more of him.

It doesn't unsettle Edward; being dressed like a serial killer, that is. There were worse creatures that he'd seen in Gotham. For now, though, he can pretend that tonight is forever. You are his haunted house; the keeper of his hopes and dreams and desires and all his brokenness. You are the window that he looks through and sees himself in. Only in this reflection, he's home and he doesn't need bloodshed to get there.

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