#there was SUCH a big pause between those two lines and you know eddie was thinking about their family

[lil-quinnie]

Ok, but hear me out, i wrote my first one! part II part III part IV

A knew dungeon

modern!gamer!eddie x  f!reader

warnings: 18+ cussing, cursing, dirty talk, grinding, soft!dom eddie, daddy kink, slightly non con, p in v, unprotected sex, breading, exhibitionism, little bit of degration, let me know if i forgot something,

word count: 1688

It was a normal night, you are napping in Eddie's bed after a hard day at work.

The cold breeze coming through the open window was the first thing that woke you up, that, and Eddie's constant keyboard clicks.

The light from his screen hurt your eyes, making you angry, but the last straw was him stuttering loudly at something his friend said over the discord.

"Baby, can you turn it down? There are people in here trying to sleep" you huff, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

Eddie was sitting in his gamer chair, into only losing shorts. You can see the outline of his cock even if it's not hard. You traced your eyes over all of his body, the V line, the happy trail going up to his lower belly. The bluish light from his set contouring the soft muscle of his abdomen, making his face shine pale and you found yourself lost in his beautiful face, big brown eyes over you, his hair tight in a high bun making you sigh.

He took of one of his headphones muting his mic, and smile wide for you

"oh, shit! babe, Sorry. Did I wake you up?"

 you let a soft laugh escape from your lips, how can he be so goofy and sexy at the same time?

"yeah! your keyboard make so much noise, all those clicks was inside my head" you roll our eyes with a playful smile "that, and is so cold here without you baby" 

Eddie took a few steps to you, lowering to give a gentle kiss at your lips, grabbing your face and putting his forehead at yours.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, i can't pause a online game, and we just found a new dungeon, i can't let the boys get all the glory"

Before you could respond, two big calloused hands pulled you up, he circled his arms around your middle, dragging you to his lap while he sat back in his chair. You back pressed into his naked chest, his warmth irradiating to you body, making you relax at him.

"Thirty minutes babe, then I'm all yours, ok? Sit here and be pretty while watching your metal boyfriend kill some fucking monsters"

He give your cheek a smooth kiss and put his headphones back, un-muting the mic

"Yeah fuckers, i'm back, let's do this!" he chuckles "shut up Gareth, it's none of your business"

15 minutes later, you started to get bored.

You watched his finger working on the keyboard keys with such expertise, his fat fingers moving up and down, pressing in the keys, making you feel your core burning, your bottom lips pressed between your teeths. You could feel his soft cock through your clothed pussy, and you started to grind on his thigh, your ass grinding on his mushroom tip, making he hissed at you.

"What are you doing pretty girl?" Eddie cocks his eyebrows to you with a smirk.

you pressed your lips at eddie’s neck,tracing his jugular with the tip of your tongue, your hips now on his hardener cock “i’m bored” you put your full weight on his lap, he could felt the wetness of your cunt on his shorts, you whisper in his ear "i need you baby".

Eddie opened and closed his mouth but the only sound that he made was a moan when you bury your wet folds on his hard cock. You keep grinding on his lap, but suddenly the friction was not enough, you let a growl escape.

You turn yourself on Eddie's lap, now chest to chest, you could feel his cock sticking on your clit, you moaned low into your boyfriend's neck as you rubbed your pussy, matching the rhythm of his hips.

Suddenly the clicking noises on the keyboard stopped and before you could say anything, Eddie's hands were tightening around your waist, pushing you further onto his cock.

"What a bad girl, couldn't even wait 15 minutes for me to finish the match, needy little girl" his hands went down to your ass.

He pushed your hips against his, pulling a moan from your lips.

"Is that what you need babe? my dick deep inside that wet pussy? so fucking wet for me”

His hands traveled into your body, stopping at your breasts

 "No bra, huh?" 

he squeezed your left breast, taking your nipple between his fingers, rolling and pushing a little too strong. 

"Oh! Eddie" you squirmed to his mouth on your clothed nipple, making you grind harder on him. A wet spot was forming on his shorts.

"Fish my cock baby, yeah, i need you to sink in this cock, need to feel that tigh little pussy, give me my pussy baby, you are a  fucking needy whore, such a good whore for me"

you freed his cock, his dripping tip, shining with pre-cum made your mouth watered. the tips of your finger tracing the way down through his body, teasing at the path of hair until the base of his length, fingers intertwined on his cock. You gave a few pumps before felt two fat fingers fucks your cunt making your legs weak and a pornographic moan fill the room.

The icon of a very non muted mic made Eddie smirk, he fingersfucked you, your pussy already stretched enough to his engorged dick.

You whimper for the loss of Eddie's finger, when he ripped apart your lace panties

"Eddie, what the fuck.."

You were cutted mid phrase for the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, you bite your lips trying to suppress the moans escaping from your throat

"Such a whore, need my cock so much, couldn't wait 30 fucking minutes to feel my big cock on that tigh pussy, right baby?"

He sinks you slowly into his cock, it's torture, the burning feeling from the stretching, the lights from his rgb keyboard reflect on his big beautiful brown eyes, everything was to much.

"I asked you a question, babe" he buckled his hip with more strength, making his cock deep inside you. "You want to feel all of my cock on your pussy? Want to make daddy happy? 'll let me fuck you like a filth whore you are?" his hips moving so slow made you buckle your hips searching for any kind of realease

"Say it, pretty girl and I'm gonna give. all. to. you." one more bite into the sweet spot between your neck and your shoulder and you are almost screaming on his lap

Eddie pushes your body incredibly closer to his, making your mouth near to his neck, to his mic. He sank your tight little hole into his cock in once, making you moan and whimper

"yes daddy, please, need your cock deep inside my cunt, wanna make you happy daddy, 'm your good girl, please please" 

The sounds your wet pussy were doing while you bounced up and down on eddie's cock echoed on the paperwalls from his trailer, were driving him crazy, knowing all his friends were listen while he fuck the hell of you.

"wanna make daddy happy? gonna be a good girl?" he patronize while the trusts being sloppier and harder

"h-mm, yes daddy, i'm gonna be so...good, oh!fuck" his hands on the fat of your ass, squeezing and guiding you on his dick 

"Lift your shirt, put this pretty little nipple into daddy's mouth, wanna taste you"

you did as you’re told, teasing his lips with your nipple, pressing it on the middle of his lips, your head fell back when his tongue enveloped your nipple, sucking and biting. His cock deliciously deep inside your sore cunt, making you feel a known knot on your lower belly.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? tell me you are close, want to finished with you baby, touch that little clit for me, let me hear you falling apart on my cock" Your moans were muffled into eddie's neck, he was fucking you too your orgasm, he needed to be loud, to be a show. His big hand intertwined with your silk hair, pulling your face from his neck, your hands on his neck, pulling some of his hair, his free hand rubbing your clit, the final drop was his husky, low whisper on the lap of your ear

"Say it, my beautiful girl"

a fell seconds later all you could say was "i'm gonna cum i'm gonna cum, please daddy, please, please"

"cum inside me, need you to fill me daddy, please, please, please"

You and Eddie were tangled into each other, heaving chest and sweat bangs, he was the first one to break the silence.

"Fuck, you fuck me so good, took such good care of me baby girl, i don't know what i did to deserve such sweet girl like you"

a sweet smile blossomed on your lips as you kissed all over Eddie's face.

"I love you Teddie"

"I love you doll"

He pat your cheek with his thumb, eyes in admiration dancing through your face, he knows how to make you feel love even without any words.

"lemme tell you, go run a shower for us, i can order your favorite take out and we can watch whatever you want"

"sounds like a plan for me" you took in your own feet, going through the corridor to the bathroom, opening the shower and taking clean clothes for the pair of you.

When Eddie was sure you were far enough, he put his headphones from his neck to his ears.

"you are welcome fuckers, a word about that and i kill all of you with my bare hands... o shut up gareth, i know you listen the whole fucking thing, are you imaging her calling you daddy, huh?"

your voice put Eddie out of his mean mocking with his friends

"Teddie, are you coming?"

"Coming my love"

-mic of- 

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #gamer!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie #gamer!modern!eddie #stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson angst

[luveline]

hi jade! i really loved ur steve drabble where he comforts reader when she's insecure about her appearance. would you write something similar with eddie? i don't mean to bother, thank u for all your wonderful writing <3

thank you lovely!! fem!reader

Eddie takes your hip into his hand as he passes behind you, the snug bathroom an excuse to touch. You don't mind, really, even as the lip balm you're using jolts down onto your chin. 

"Sorry," he says. He's not murmuring, but his voice has an understated sleepy quality to it that you adore. "Just gonna open the window." 

You've finished washing up for the night, steam from the shower clinging to the walls, the shower head dripping with run off. Your bathroom is a rectangle that can barely fit the two of you together, but it's yours, so it's perfect. 

Eddie pushes the window out off the latch to let in the mild summer air. The room immediately cools. Satisfied, he takes a big breath and turns to you with a content smile. "You smell good enough to eat," he praises, putting his hand behind your back. 

You cap your lip balm and brace yourself on the sink. In the mirror, it's easy to watch him watch you. Your face, lined with unhappiness, and his, so, so devoted it makes you feel poorly. 

"What's wrong?" he asks, moving in closer still. His bicep curls behind your back, his wrist hanging over your shoulder. He noses under your ear gently, propping a quick kiss there like he's going to pick it up again. "You look kind of sad." 

He says it like it's a tragedy in the making. 

Your attempt of a smile melds into a grimace as you direct your gaze down to the empty sink, porcelain shining with water. A tiny dollop of toothpaste clings to the drain. You turn on the hot tap. 

Eddie turns it off. "Hey," he murmurs, dragging it out, "tell me." 

"I think I'm having one of those days where I feel really ugly," you confess. 

"You're just as pretty as you were yesterday. As you are everyday." His face inches closer to yours. He speaks with all the intonation of someone telling a secret, "I'd say you were prettier, actually." 

"I don't know. I look weird, sometimes. I think I look one way and then I see myself in the mirror and I look different." 

Eddie's hand pets your upper arm, half a hug. "Can I give you a kiss?" he asks. 

You sigh and turn toward him, tipping your head back. 

He laughs. "Don't seem so reluctant!" he chides, bringing a hand to your cheek. With a gentleness that evidences how deeply he loves you, he strokes your cheek. Like you're fragile as a strand of silk, or precious as carved alabaster. 

"You don't think I'm ugly?" you ask. Perhaps desperately. 

Eddie meets your eyes. When he closes his, you close yours. "No," he says, pressing a mindless kiss to your lips, the kind he gives when you're both nearly sleeping, or barely awake. It livens, but before it can deepen, he pulls away to continue, "You're not ugly. I think you're the," —pause for a kiss, like he just can't wait— "prettiest girl in the world." 

The hand that isn't holding your face meanders across your lower back, fingertips teasing the hem of your t-shirt. He can't not do what he wants to do once he's thought about it, pushing his hand under your shirt to explore your naked back. He pulls you in close, your hips against the sink, his socked foot sliding between yours.

He kisses you slowly, time stretching and condensing at once. It could be five seconds, or it could be thirty. A kiss to say everything you're worried about is simply worry —it's as good an answer as you could want. 

Until he breaks away, and he says, "You're fucking stellar, I need you to know that. Head to toe. Can't believe you'd think any different, but what do I know about it? I only spend the large majority of my waking hours wishing I could climb into your skin." 

Your laugh catches in your throat. "You ruined it." 

"I look at you more than anything else," he says, amending his creepy finish. He turns your face gently, back and forth, his irises a melty shade of brown where they follow your growing smile. "So I'm the expert. You're beautiful, sweetheart. Don't think otherwise." 

"Or you'll crawl into my skin?" you tease, spirits lifted. 

Eddie wrinkles his nose. "Ew, no. Why would you think that?" 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and laugh into his collar. He hugs you back enthusiastically. "Think there's enough room in there for me?" he whispers. "I wanna know what it's like to be that pretty." 

You shake your head. "No, sorry." 

"Bummer. Well, let me know if there's ever a vacancy." 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[steddieas-shegoes]

Eddie likes painting his nails. He paints them any color he can, but usually ends up with black for shows since that’s his whole aesthetic.

Steve wants to try it. He likes the way El and Max and Eddie and Robin take turns picking colors for each other, how much fun they have painting each others’ nails, how relaxed they all seem.

But he knows that’s not what “strong men” do.

A strong man doesn’t walk around with pink nails, even if it does bring out the color of his eyes.

A strong man doesn’t let a teenage girl paint his nails purple because it makes his skin look a little more tanned in the winter.

And he’s let go of a lot of those ridiculous stereotypes his dad shoved through his head from the time he could understand words, but this is one thing he can’t let himself enjoy.

It’s stupid. But he can’t. So he watches from the couch as they gather on the floor once every two weeks to freshen up their colors, doing his best to hide his jealousy and sadness.

But he must fail because Eddie asks him to join them one night after the girls have already gotten their picks in for Eddie’s next color.

“Wanna paint them for me, Stevie?”

Steve searched his brain for any reason not to paint someone else’s and finally settled on allowing himself this one thing. If he couldn’t have pretty nails, he could give them to Eddie.

He nodded and sat cross legged in front of Eddie, waiting for further instruction.

“Doesn’t have to be perfect, okay? You’ll probably get a little on the skin around the nail and that’s okay too, it’ll come off.”

Steve nodded again.

The nerves were catching up to him now that he was holding the brush in between his fingers, leaning over where Eddie had placed his hand on Steve’s lap.

The girls were distracted, but Eddie noticed his pause.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just looked like you wanted to.”

Eddie’s soft tone made Steve relax. He could do this.

So he started.

It was pretty easy on Eddie’s hand, his nails being big enough that he could mostly avoid getting any on the skin. He knew it’d be harder on the girls with their dainty hands or himself if he dared ever try.

Eddie was humming something while Steve worked diligently.

“This is a nice shade of blue. Did you pick it or did the girls?”

Eddie stopped humming and smiled. “I did. I could do yours next if you want.”

God, did he want.

But he shook his head.

“I can’t. Thanks though.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean you can’t? Why can’t you?”

Steve shrugged.

“Well it’s just that like. Men can’t really paint their nails.”

Steve was so focused on finishing up he didn’t notice that Eddie was going through every emotion a person could.

Finally, he looked up with a smile that quickly fell when he saw the angry look on Eddie’s face.

“Am I not a man?”

“What? Of course you are.”

“So you would still be a man with painted nails, then.”

“It’s just different for me.”

“Different how?”

“Like, a real man who wants to be a provider or whatever can’t exactly walk around with his nails painted fun colors, ya know?”

“I guess I don’t know.”

Steve was feeling a bit overwhelmed at trying to explain the words his father had always said to him growing up. How any time Steve seemed too focused on his appearance, he reminded him not to cross the line into “what those queers do” as if maintaining self-image was at all based on a person’s preference in men or women. How when Steve said he liked Madonna, his dad told him she was an artist for girls and women who haven’t found a husband yet and to try listening to some classic rock.

“It’s just that you’re you. You’re confident and you can pull it off. Like it goes with your whole…thing. It doesn’t really work for me. Even if I wanted to.”

“Do you want to?”

Steve could’ve lied. He could’ve just said that he’d only thought about it out of curiosity, not that he actually thought about what color might look best on him or how he could maybe learn how to do designs.

Instead, he checked that the girls were still wrapped up in conversation before turning back to Eddie and responding.

“Yeah, I want to.”

Eddie gave him a smile that could only be described as proud.

“You wanna match?”

Steve felt his hands start shaking. He nodded despite the nerves.

“Alright. Give me your hands, sweetheart.”

Jesus. Eddie gave pet names to everyone, but he’d never called him anything but Stevie. That hit hard.

He placed both his hands on Eddie’s thighs, focused on watching him paint them the same blue as what was on his own hands.

It was over much faster than Steve wanted it to be, his brain finally quiet after months, no, years, of constantly fighting his own thoughts with worse ones.

He didn’t even notice Eddie was picking up his hands to blow cool air on his nails until he felt the breath against his fingers.

He couldn’t hide the shiver that wracked his body.

He looked up at Eddie, who was smiling softly at him between bursts of air.

Finally, he held Steve’s hands up between them.

“This is a good color for you. You like it?”

“Mhm. It’s pretty.” He gulped. “I feel pretty.”

He hadn’t really meant to say it aloud, but now that he had, he felt nothing but relief.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You are pretty.”

The girls chose that moment to crawl over to where they sat, exclaiming about their nails and how cute it was that they matched.

Steve agreed.

And he made sure to match every time Eddie painted his nails just so he could hear him say “You’re so pretty, sweetheart.”

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #I am a baby girl Steve truther #and I will always find a way to make that happen #even subtly #headcanon #tumblr drabbles

[munsoncoffin]

PRINCESS—

kinktober day one | collaring

steve was just like a fucking puppy. buying a collar for him was just a must.

submissive steve harrington and dominant eddie munson

word count: 1.8k

warnings: SMUT | collaring, blowjobs, messy, messy blowjobs, face-fucking, minor feminization (eddie calls steve princess and puppy), dom/sub dynamic (steve calls eddie master and sir, daddy kink is briefly mentioned), male masturbation, slight pet play (eddie also calls him puppy)

if you prefer to read on archive of our own, follows this link!

it all started out as a joke.

“oh, don’t give me that look, harrington,” he smirked when steve frowned, “you look like a damn puppy.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled when steve handed him his lighter, “you’re such a good boy.”

“wait up, man!” he huffed when steve jogged ahead of him, “do i got’ta put a damn leash on you?”

a joke. so, why then, is steve standing in the pet store, staring at an array of dog collars?

“what about this one?” eddie asked as he plucked a black one from its hanger. it was leather, had a gold buckle. steve had to admit it would look amazing against his olive skin, but it still wasn’t the one.

he shook his head. “i told you, man,” steve’s eyes flickered from the collar dangling between eddie’s fingers, ones calloused and adorning chipped black polish, to his eyes, “leather’s not my thing.”

eddie chuckled, “the man wants to be collared, but draws the line at leather.” steve rolled his eyes as eddie placed the collar back on the hook.

“i dun’no, eds, maybe,” he paused, taking interest in the floor, on his shoes, rather than the shelf of various collars, “maybe this was stupid.”

“stupid?” steve didn’t need to look up from his feet to know eddie was frowning, “your curiosity isn’t stupid, stevie. exploring your sexual desires isn’t stupid. what’s stupid is how much they’re chargin’ for a damn dog collar. twelve dollars?! you’re lucky you’re cute, harrington.”

“shut up, munson.”

-

steve moaned. delicate, airy as eddie kissed along his jaw. those calloused fingers traveled down the span of steve’s back, further and further, until they were full of soft, plushy, jean-clad ass. steve’s shirt was already long discarded on the floor of eddie’s bedroom. in its rightful place, eddie thought.

as supple, pink lips trailed down his neck, steve tilted his head back with another moan. he sat in eddie’s lap, straddling it as his nails bluntly dug into the other man’s shoulders. eddie gasped sharply against olive skin.

“eddie,” steve sighed as those lips found his chest, “please, i wan’na…” he trailed off, words turning into little moans as eddie nipped just below his collarbone.

“use your words, sweetheart,” eddie whispered against his skin. warm, breathy. steve wanted to simply just melt beneath eddie’s lips.

steve lifted his head back up, hazel eyes meeting brown. eddie was so pretty that it was almost unfair. staring up at steve with wide eyes as his big teeth grazed along his skin, along his most sensitive places. how was steve supposed to speak, let alone think?

“‘m ready,” the two little words tumbled from steve’s lips. eddie knew what he meant, just what steve was ready for, but those words wouldn’t be enough, would they? and steve knew better.

he wanted to cry when eddie pulled away from his skin. because eddie didn’t plan on collecting that little brown shopping bag on his dresser. no, not yet. he was going to make steve say it.

“c’mon, puppy,” and that earned a whine from steve’s throat, “be a good boy for me. what are you ready for?”

steve whined. he could cry right now. he really, truthfully could. “the collar, fuck. ‘m,” he pauses, throwing his head back again in defeat, “i’m ready for the stupid collar. eddie, please.”

“see?” eddie hummed, “that’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” steve pouted as he got off of eddie’s lap.

eddie plucked the collar from the bag. pink. nylon. pretty. that was the one steve decided on. with a silver buckle and a little tag that said ‘princess’ on it. it’s cheesy, yes, but hearing eddie mutter the name under his breath made steve’s knees weak. so, princess it was!

the pink accessory dangled from ring adorned fingers, taunting to glossy hazels. steve whined again. just like a puppy whining for a treat.

and truly, steve was just like a puppy, wasn’t he? if he had a tail, it’d be wagging. sat at the edge of eddie’s bed now, hazel eyes wide and cheeks flushed a soft pink. just to match his collar. how cute.

“oh, princess,” eddie teased as he unclasped the buckle, “we should get ‘property of eddie munson’ engraved on the back of this thing, huh?” when steve responded with just a roll of his eyes, eddie weaved his fingers in the brunette locks on the back of steve’s head and tugged. “when i ask a question, you answer. that’s what good boys do,” his words had little bite, and he delivered them with a playful smirk, but steve still obeyed.

“yes!” he groaned as eddie gave another harsh tug to his hair, “yes, we should, master.”

master. that was new, and fitting for tonight. eddie cooed, “say that again, princess?” he let go of steve’s hair.

eddie’s fingers then skillfully wrapped the collar around steve’s throat. he fastened the buckle, but not too tight. he checked with two fingers and tugged just to ensure steve could breathe. steve felt like he might just explode. “master,” he repeated.

“at’ta boy,” eddie muttered as those two fingers rested lightly upon steve’s chin, pushing until steve turned his head. eddie was admiring the collar, how pretty it looked against the sea of olive tones and moles.

steve missed the heat radiating off of eddie fingertips the second they dropped from his face. he nearly whined once more, but eddie was discarding his shirt onto the floor, in a pile with his own, and he couldn’t possibly complain about that, now could he?

next, went eddie’s belt. there’s a connection a more sober steve would’ve made between the clasp around his neck and the one around eddie’s waist. there was no room in his pretty little head for that then, though. not as eddie’s pants join the pile of clothes on the floor.

steve, still adorned in his own pants, sighed as eddie stepped closer, as he weaved his fingers through his hair once again. this time, though, much more gentle.

“wan’na,” steve started, unprompted. eddie would have to reward him for that later, “wan’na suck your cock.”

eddie chuckled. “so eager to please me, aren’t you, princess?” he asked, and steve nodded, loose brunette waves falling into his eyes, “take those pants off and i’ll give you anything your pretty heart desires, puppy.”

with eddie’s help, steve’s pants were on the floor in seconds, forgotten with their various other articles of clothing. those infamous fingers then found the waistband of steve’s white briefs, pulling them off until they were around his ankles. steve proceeded to kick them off, onto the floor with the rest. his cock bounced onto his tummy from there.

eddie had a hole in his heart in the shape of steve’s cock. matching the paler skin of his hips, steve’s cock stood tall with taut balls that were kissed by thick, black pubes. pink at the tip, and gooey there, too. leaking precum into the sea of hair that adorned his tummy. if steve hadn’t explicitly asked for eddie’s cock down his throat, he’d have had steve’s down his.

“oh, you’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you, baby?” he asked as steve leant back on his elbows, giving eddie the biggest, the wettest, the prettiest set of puppy dog eyes.

“i will if you don’t get those stupid boxers off soon, munson,” steve bit back, and that just wouldn’t fly, would it?

“it’s not munson,” eddie warned, “or eddie, or sweetheart, or baby. it’s master tonight, remember, princess?” he pushed at the waistband of his blue, plaid boxers. “i’ll also except sir,” he added as his cock spring free from his underwear, “or daddy.”

steve’s mouth watered, “yes, sir.”

“good boy,” he whispered as he rounded the foot of the bed, fingers dragging along cotton sheets, “lay down on your back for me, yeah?”

steve didn’t need to be asked twice. he obeyed, falling onto his back with his head dangling off of the edge. eddie soon met up with him, leaking cockhead just a mere breath away from steve’s pink lips.

eddie’s cock was beautiful. where he lacked in girth, he made up for inches. pale like the rest of his body, standing tall from a bush of thick pubes, wild and not as well maintained as steve’s. he tapped the wet tip against pouty lips, “open up, princess.”

steve’s lips parted just enough for eddie to slide right in. a struggled groan died in his throat as his lover pushed into it, slow, easy. right until his balls brushed against steve’s nose.

“fuck,” eddie moaned above steve as he swallowed around him. he pulled out until just the tip resided between those lips. in a desperate move to keep him from pulling completely out, to keep him from teasing, steve licked his leaky slit. eddie groaned.

he slid back in, one hand finding the edge of the bed while the other took interest in the pink nylon tied around steve’s neck. “tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, sweetheart,” he said as his fingers dipped beneath the collar and held it. steve simply whimpered in response.

his grasp tightened around the collar as his hips increased in vigor. fast, a little sloppy. drool and precum alike split past steve’s lips as he attempted to swallow it all down. it was pointless. it would soon reach his cheeks and, ultimately, his hair. not that he truly carried, though. he couldn’t when eddie was balls deep within his throat.

“oh my god,” eddie moaned as he let go of the bed. his spare hand joined his other, both wrapped around the sturdy nylon collar. “touch yourself, princess,” he groaned, commanded, “cum with me, puppy, fuck.”

steve wrapped a large hand around his cock, the other finding eddie’s thigh. he didn’t tap, however. no, he simply dug his nails into the pale, plush flesh whilst he stroked his cock eagerly and in time with eddie’s hips.

the room was so warm. humid. smelt of sex and weed and cigarettes and steve. so overwhelmingly of steve. eddie came at that thought, spilling hot streamers of white down steve’s throat. whatever he didn’t swallow split past his lips, decorating his cheeks in eddie’s climax and subsequent drool.

as eddie pulled out, and steve gasped, he came all over his tummy, his hand. his throat ached as he panted, catching his breath with a crooked, fucked out smile. eddie looked down at with admiration, gently stroking his slopped cheek with his thumb.

“think we should invest in a leash,” his voice was raw, utterly fucked out as he spoke up a few moments later, “just somethin’ to think about for next time, hm?”

eddie laughed, “next time?”

steve’s smile grew wider somehow. “yes,” he licked his lips, cleaning of eddie’s residual cum, “master.”

#steddie #joseph quinn #steddie smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things smut #kinktober #joe keery

[sitron-sunni]

I watched the new episode of 9-1-1

a personal essay on queerbaiting (sorta)

I watched the new episode of 9-1-1, and immediately burst into tears as the credits started rolling.

Then I rewound the last six minutes, and watched the scene again, pausing to rewind the kiss. Again. And again. And again.

We got a kiss. I didn’t know we were getting a kiss. I sorta knew we were getting bi Buck, but I didn’t know we were getting a kiss. After last week’s episode, a lot of people were 100% convinced we were getting bi Buck. I saw their reactions before I watched that episode, too, and I was so confused once I finished it. Had we seen the same episode? That guy, Tommy, Buck’s so-called bisexual awakening-guy, was barely in there. He had about two memorable lines, and then he was in the background of a different shot, where he received a job-well-done slap on the shoulder from Buckley. That last one’s the one people were focusing on online. Look at the way this is framed, look at how he’s positioned, between Buck and Eddie. This is foreshadowing how he’s gonna get between them. Buck and Tommy is gonna be the gateway into buddie. They’re actually gonna do buddie, why else would they introduce a relationship between Buck and Tommy?

Reader, I’ll keep it straight with you. I did not believe them. After a while I gathered a lot of people already knew the name of the next episode; Buck, Bothered and Bewildered. They’d seen some stills, they knew there would be conflict and jealousy within that trio. They were putting it all together with comments and hints dropped by the actors. All those things added up, and it did paint a far more convincing picture. And I thought it was fun! I reblogged a few posts about it, I think, or at least I liked some. But the fact remains: I did not believe them. I thought, oh, imagine how cool it would be if they actually went there. I thought, yeah, realistically it would make sense to bring in a third person if they were actually gonna do it. That way they could test the waters, gauge audience response, and it could work as a catalyst for the relationship after so long. But mostly I thought Okay, so they’re gonna bring in Buck’s fear of not being enough for the people he loves again, this time through his friendship with Eddie, and we’re gonna get some sort of final resolution for that. Like, a big moment of catharsis. Or something along those lines, anyway. It just seemed to me like the most realistic thing that could happen. I mean, the idea of canon buddie was nice, of course it was! The queerbait is why I started watching the show in the first place: I wanted a good queerbait! But ultimately, a ship like that going canon was completely unrealistic. I speak from experience, after all.

Maybe it would’ve been different if I was younger. I remember being in fandoms when I was a teen. I remember reading theories, watching youtube-videos with “proof” that this or that was real, that it was gonna go canon. I remember getting my hopes up, thinking Oh my god what if they’re actually gonna do it!? for shows and pairings that, in hindsight, were completely unrealistic. Maybe that’s why I, even with fairly good evidence in front of me, didn’t actually get my hopes up this time. Because why be that stupid? Why invest emotionally like that? Why not just enjoy what we actually had instead, and then get anything extra from fanworks? Haven’t we learned by now?

I woke up this morning and opened tumblr, and I read half a sentence about how we actually have bisexual Buck confirmed canon now, before I quickly closed the app to avoid too detailed spoilers. Oh my god they were right! I can’t wait to watch the episode, I thought happily, and went on with my day. I opened the app again a few hours later, and scrolled for a few minutes, until I saw a brief glimpse of one, maybe one and a half gifs. Bucks face, Tommy’s face. Warm orange-y yellow lighting, Buck’s loft, you still owe me a beer. Close the app, move on. There were other posts throughout the day, more glimpses, all along the same lines as the first one. The last one came late in the evening, this time on twitter. Just the word in all caps; ANNOUNCEMENT, and then Bucks face and a bisexual pride flag.

And then finally, finally, after I’d brushed my teeth and gotten into bed, I was alone with my laptop, and I could watch the episode. The hype had built up, I was so excited to finally watch it. I was internally vibrating just a little bit. I was giggly, I was grinning widely, I was making comments to myself out loud, and laughing. I said oh my god, they’re really laying it on thick. I remember watching that scene for the first time and thinking how Tommy really looked so nervous at some points. That last one I found interesting. I really liked the actor’s portrayal; His facial expressions were quite subtle, and I thought he captured that nervous feeling so well. Maybe I took such notice of it because, well, I wasn’t quite expecting it.

I wasn’t expecting nervousness in an interaction between Buck and Tommy, because I still wasn’t actually expecting anything. At least I don’t think I was. Even with everything I’d seen online. Even as I was watching the show, I convinced myself. Those words, you still owe me a beer, they’ve misinterpreted them. They think it’s an invitation to a date because Buck’s jealousy in this episode is making it more plausible than ever before. Sure, the show’s leaning into it this time, but they’re gonna pull the rug out next episode. No, of course it wasn’t an invite to a date, what show were you watching, are you delusional? It’s just gonna be one week of people speculating and theorizing and building it up, and then the show’s gonna resolve it with some no-homo followed by a nice new buddie moment. The buzz will die down, and things will go back to normal.

And then the kiss happened. And then I burst into tears.

And now I think, oh my god isn’t it wild that they’re introducing a new romantic relationship for one of the main characters, and for the entire lead-up to the relationship, both Buck and Tommy are entirely focused on Eddie? Like, they’re just making everything about a third person! Imagine if they did this for anybody else! and, oh my god Tommy’s gonna break up with Buck because Buck’s basically already dating Eddie or something, isn’t he? and, oh my god it’s gonna be glorious! and, oh my god I can’t wait!

And I’m also thinking, I was wrong, and you were right. And I’m so happy I could cry.

TL;DR: If you and I share sterek, or destiel, or god knows what other similarly-shaped trauma, 9-1-1 might heal ya.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #buddie #bucktommy #911 meta #Look it's 3:45 in the morning and english isn't my first language #so this might just be a big pile of nothing #but i just had to get it down because i felt it so deeply #(also just for the record- i don't think 911 or buddie has ever ACTUALLY been queerbait #that was just my assumption before i started watching the show) #anyways. #happy bisexual buck day to all those who celebrate #goodnight<3

[kedreeva]

Giving each other piercings or stick and pokes/queer bonding eddie & robin

(my inbox is open for ST prompts!)(Previous prompts)

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"You gotta stop squirming," Eddie says for the umpteenth time, pausing with his hand hovering. "Make all the noise you want, but you gotta hold still."

Robin settles with a small whine, but she doesn't move when Eddie takes the needle back to her skin. She takes his offer, making a small noise every time he pokes, and he smiles as he tries not to laugh, which would be just as upsetting to his job as her squirming.

"I thought it would be a lot quicker than this," Robin tells him after another minute, voice strained.

"Faster isn't always better," says Eddie, glancing up long enough to give her a little wink.

"Ew," she says, with too much amusement to be serious. "I don't need to hear about that from you any more than Steve."

Eddie snorts and unconsciously sticks his tongue out the corner of his mouth while he works, poking and dipping wiping at the underside of her wrist intermittently. He's nearly done, and actually- "You're doing really well. Steve was much worse about it."

"Ha! I knew it!" she crows, and Eddie has to stop as her arm jerks like she's going to fist pump. He gives her a withering look and she deflates. "Oh, shit, sorry."

"It's not my skin," Eddie says as he takes her wrist back. "But I am almost, almost done. Try counting to 100 and I should be finished."

She sit through the rest of it admirably, stock still, staring straight ahead. He can practically hear her counting. He works to fill the last of the lines as quick as he can without rushing, now that he has a still canvas, and when she finally slouches a little, he pulls away triumphantly. He releases her wrist for her to inspect it, and grabs her other hand before she can touch it.

"NO touching," he says, strictly, and her spine bolts straight at the order. He grabs the stuff to clean it one last time. "You wash your hands before you touch it, and you only touch it to clean it when you replace the bandage, at least for a bit. It'll be art later- for now, treat it like it's an open wound."

"Right," she tells him, and he's glad he wrote down the instruction because he's pretty sure she wasn't listening.

Eddie cleans up the area and then tells her to wait a minute as he pulls off his gloves and reaches for the Polaroid camera Steve had gotten him. He'd thought it was a weird gift, all things considered, but the dozens of photos of Eddie and his friends plastered all over his walls has taught him differently. Similar ones, he knows, adorn Steve's room, now, sitting in between all the weird plaid lines.

"Hold it up, still don't touch," he says, leaning in toward her with the camera facing them. She grins big and flashes a peace sign with her newly-tattooed wrist facing out, and they both make faces as he snaps the shot. He passes it to her free hand while he bandages her wrist for her.

"Thanks," Robin says quietly, when he's finished. She glances up, hand over the bandage, and Eddie thinks yeah, she's not gonna leave that alone. "It looked nice, I think. I mean, it will once it heals."

Eddie nods, and they sit together as the photo develops. She passes it over when the contents are visible, and he inspects the little anchor on her wrist. He'd done one for Steve not long ago, on his other wrist, so that they could put the matching tattoos together while side by side.

"You should get one, too," Robin suggests.

He passes the photo back to her, so she can have one of those to match Steve's, too. "I never worked at Scoops."

"Yeah, but... you're his anchor, too, y'know?" she says. Then she shrugs, and clambers to her feet. "Or get something else, I dunno. You two should have a matching one, too. Bats!"

Eddie laughs, and gestures to his belly, to where he already bears scars that match Steve's. "The bats already took care of giving us matching marks."

Robin gives him a once over so full of something Eddie can't take that he turns to start collecting his gear up just to escape it. Doesn't help. He can still feel her watching him when she speaks.

"You didn't choose those," she says quietly. "Steve and I have... we have matching scars, too. Not on our skin, but we have them. We went through something awful together. So did you. And after it was over, you got to make the same choice we did, and you chose each other. You can choose a different mark to remember that by."

"Geeze, Buckley," he says, chest tight. "Going for the throat, huh?"

"It's what friends are for!" she says brightly. "C'mon! We're gonna be late for dinner. You already took forever!"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Oh! And whose fault is that?" he says, but he finishes cleaning up and washing his hands as quick as possible, eager to get to dinner and see Steve again... and maybe a little to ask him about Robin's idea now, too.

(and if Steve immediately suggests a flashlight when Eddie tells him, if Steve blushes over admitting he's already thought about it, if Steve tells him I'd have my anchor on one hand and my guiding light on the other, well, that's a story for another time)

#stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #Robin Buckley #wow i tagged this before on autopilot #steddie #at the end anyway #asks #askbox prompts #my writing

[annab-nana]

Heyyy can you do eddie with Waking up and finding yourself snuggled up with them on the couch, when it dawns upon you that maybe you do love them? Love your writing

aww thank you <3 of course i can!!

warnings: friends to lovers, not proofread

❀ masterlist ❀

you and eddie were best friends, had been since the sixth grade since you saw him playing his guitar that was too big for his body in the middle school talent show. that was back when his hair was buzzed before it grew into the dark curls you adored today.

people often confused the two of you for a couple. you couldn’t fault them either because it did seem that way. eddie was a toucher. that was how he showed his love, with tons of hugs, hand-holding, gentle brushes, and so much more. at first, you weren't used to it and thought that he may have liked you as more than a friend, but then you realized he's that way with everybody.

eddie drove you home most days and ninety percent of those days, you guys actually went to his house first to hang out until dinner when he would take you home or even join you and your mom for the meal. your mom was off on a business trip this weekend so you were going to spend the night at eddie's tonight and then, you'd both stay at yours for the remainder of the weekend.

before going to the trailer park, you'd swung by family video to rent some movies for the weekend so when you got to eddie's, you both dropped your bookbags and bee-lined it to the couch. eddie got the movie ready while you popped popcorn. when you came back to the living room, eddie was sitting there waiting for you, legs spread so you could sit between them. your back laid against his chest and his head rested against your own.

the movie you watched now was his pick and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fight that afternoon nap. maybe it was the hard school day or maybe it was just that you felt that safe and comfortable with eddie, but you were out like a light in no time. eddie couldn't even be mad at you since you looked so peaceful and cute as you slept against him.

once the movie ended, eddie moved the empty popcorn bowl from your lap and set in on the floor. slowly, he shifted down so you could lay more comfortably, and then he fell asleep with you.

the position he fell asleep in with you was not the same as the one he woke up in. you'd turned around and your head was buried in his neck. he could feel your slow, shallow breaths hitting his skin. your hand was splayed on his chest. his arms were wound around you and your legs tangled together.

when you were around, eddie always felt lighter and warmer and he had never felt such light and warmth as he did now looking at you. he gave into those thoughts that others had planted in his head and believed that he didn't just love you.

eddie was in love with you.

at the realization, an involuntary smile spread on his lips and he pressed them to your temple.

"hmm?" you hummed, pulling your head from his neck to look at him gazing lovingly at you. "hey," you whispered in a tired voice.

"hi," eddie returned sweetly.

"how long was i asleep for?" you asked as you moved your head back down to lay on his shoulder.

"i don't know. i just woke up myself."

there was a pause before you spoke again.

"can we go to your room?"

eddie moved to look at you. "yeah, are you alright?"

"mhmm, just tired."

"are you hungry at all?" he questioned. he knew you ate some popcorn earlier, but he didn't want you to wake up starving later on.

"yeah, a little. you still got some cheese slices?" eddie nodded. "then, let's make some grilled cheese."

"you got it, sweet girl."

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#stranger things sleepover #stranger things #blurbs #eddie munson #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x reader #anon #❀ nonnie ❀

[brickstick3000]

hm hm dom eddie munson? sounds fucking delicious 🌝 imagine if he graduated and m!reader surprised him in a slutty graduation outfit 😩🤌🏽 gown w a wide ass boob window and cropped hella short at the bottom and w fucking thigh highs? babessss … lemme just— 🏃🏽💨

You know when you're so shocked you just can't help but look around in awe? My eyes are bulging rn. This shit--- YES! I HAVE to write it omg.

❧✎Satin Socks

Dom!Eddie Munson x Sub!male reader

CW: ⚠️18+ | Minors DNI⚠️

"Honey, I'm home!!" Eddie cooed, bouncing through the doorway.

Finally, after far too many years, the Eddie Munson had graduated. No more school. No more homework. Just living it big.

And... moving in with Y/n.

With his backpack slung around one shoulder, Eddie kicked the door shut behind him.

That was weird. Y/n was usually back by now, and yet the house lay still.

Stepping into the kitchen, the no-longer senior rummaged through his boyfriend’s cupboards (treating the place just as rowdy as Wayne's) and retrieved a packet of chips.

"Good ol' post-graduate food." He grinned, popping the wrapper open and crunching down on the flavour.

Eddie kicked off his sneakers and returned to the hallway, making trek for Y/n's room. Up the tiny stairs and through a cramped, little landing...

"Oh, L/n!" He hollered with a flourish, but to no avail. "God, where the hell is he?"

Shuffling through the packet again, Eddie stepped into Y/n’s bedroom, pulling out the biggest chip he could feel.

"Mm-m-mmh." Damn those were some good ass Cheetos-

Munson paused. Eyes widened at the bed before him with a chip half dangling from his lips.

 

There, laying down with the largest and most evil smirk he’d ever seen, was Y/n. Staring daggers into Eddie’s soul. Skin glowing beneath the sun.

"Hey... babe?"

Eddie’s eyes moved heavily, up the length of his body.

"Hi, Eddie.” The honey sweet tone of Y/n’s voice hummed back in response, deliberate and low. It made Eddie's cheeks warm. As the man watched, unblinking with those sultry eyes, Munson took a moment to fully take it in.

He looked ethereal. Along his charming legs stretched two lacy socks, delightfully clung to the muscle, and printing lines into Y/n’s skin at the folds. His limbs unfurled like ribbon, painted flush, and adorned with blemishes, which trailed up his body until the mess of patchy hair. Eddie wished to kiss it all. To follow those thighs beyond Y/n’s clothes and explore every inch of him. But Eddie could see no further than the shadows of his dress.

The material moulded perfectly to Y/n’s form, accentuating each contour and masculine curve as it rolled over pointed hips. His boxy waist led straight into bone and a slowly expanding rib cage until there was nothing but skin. Through the boob-window, which pulled far too wide for Y/n’s breast, were a pair of reddened and glossy nipples, perked up and cradled in a bed of chest hair. Stunning, was all Eddie could think.

Y/n’s lips curled into a smile.

"Had a good day, honey?" He asked, gazing over a hip as his boyfriend placed the chips down, shuffling meekly forward.

"Uh- it was pretty good, yeah." The hairs along his neck prickled all squeamish under Y/n’s eyes. His knees reached the mattress.

"Yeah? How’s it feel being an actual adult, now?" Taking an elegant leg, Y/n pressed against Eddie’s chest, eyeing the way his face contorted and folded, confused.

“I’m older than you, Y/n." He rolled his eyes. But that retort didn't change much, because the man still had a foot in his shirt, drawing patterns through the creases as he seemed to ponder something. Then, leaning forward, Y/n was breathing hot against Eddie’s face.

“In that case, baby. I was thinking, maybe you wanted to do something a little more… grown up.” With a pop to his lips, Y/n sighed warm air between them; ghosting a kiss over Munson’s mouth.

"What..." this was completely alien to him. It was sex, but without the stupidness. No jokes, no laughter. Just this strong throb of intensity, thudding in Eddie's ears. And he was losing himself to it.

"Don't worry if not... we can just go smoke at the gara--"

“What d’you mean... by that?” Y/n's lips pulled back into something unreadable.

"Well, Munson," his tone fell, low and dark. "Why don'cha find out?" Baring his teeth, Y/n dropped his leg and tugged Eddie forward.

Suddenly there was a rush of breaths, and Eddie was relishing in the weirdness of it all, moving his tongue against Y/n’s with haste. He dragged his palms over Y/n’s thighs, rocking them into the mattress and digging his nails into the flesh. The bed pulled his knees in as Eddie straddled either side of Y/n's hips, his gown edging backward until their crotches collided. Y/n sighed at the stretch- his thong poked damp and tight at Eddie’s crotch, all of it burning. Fiery and rough and L/n struggled against each jolt and rut.

"Shit, Eds." Y/n seethed against his cheek, groping at Eddie’s back through the leather. It stuck sweaty to his fingertips and peeled away all flaky. His other fist tangled in Eddie’s russet locks, never having known something so passionate and fighting the urge to tug them out. Y/n choked back a moan.

“Keep going, Eddie. Don’t... don't slow down.”

Munson’s chest squeezed up, finding consciousness at the sound of his whines. If Y/n wanted it, he could have it. But Eddie only worried more that he'd push too far.

“Are you sure? We’ve never—” Munson's scalp was tugged back, harsh, and ripping a grunt from his throat.

“This is my gift to you, Eddie,” Y/n’s crotch rubbed eagerly upward, throbbing through the silk.

“So, fucking use it.”

With his lips parted and moaning breathless, uncontrollably, Y/n fell back, releasing his fist from Eddie’s scalp and letting himself be completely ravished. Munson didn’t wait much longer. He began to fumble with the belt, reattaching their lips in a zealous rush as the joints of his fingers ached horribly against the zip.

“Baby…” Eddie whispered, prying away with an indecent squelch of their tongues. His dick rested red and throbbing between them, being cupped by a restless hand. Y/n’s eyes stared wide, into his. “Is it okay if—"

“Yes.” Y/n didn’t care what it was. He just wanted Eddie.

Then, his face lay right in line with Eddie’s dick. The tip leaked translucent and pearly white where it glinted in the sun light and twitched prettily at each graze of Y/n's breath. He couldn't wait to take Eddie whole.

Y/n’s mouth closed around the head, sliding until it was lodged behind his teeth. The skin began pulsing through him and saliva bubbled past Y/n'a swollen lips. Eddie pushed forward.

"Ah, Christ." he hissed, eyes squeezed as skin disappeared into the heat. The slide of fluids and tongue lathered Eddie’s length all sloppy. It was grim to look at, but the feeling couldn't be matched.

A palm slinked behind Y/n's head, entangling with the locks, and trying for some kind of support as those lips tortured. They suckled Eddie's dick something devious: right at the base in a spot that clenched Munson’s stomach.

Y/n’s fingers wrapped around Eddie’s thighs, gripping at the muscle to drag himself further down. With the veins pulsing along his palette, Y/n finally had Eddie bottomed out. The man’s throat ripped itself a guttural moan, vibrating through the room without restraint, and in no time, his hips were rolling. Finally, the slap of sweat on Y/n’s cheeks had begun- of all his power had been taken Eddie was using him as he’d begged him to do. Y/n’s body went lax, back leaning prettily inward as his nails dusted the backs of Eddie's legs.

"Ah, that's it, Y/n." Munson breathed, trying to hold the other’s eyes, but sweat wouldn’t stop leaking from his brow, and with each passing second Eddie’s will degraded. As L/n worked his magic, Eddie’s shirt turned see through, sticking gross to his chest and drowning Y/n’s nostrils with each thrust. He wanted that man a mess.

Shoving his dick down Y/n's throat Munson let loose, snapping his hips apace. Skin collided hard and sticky in the middle with Y/n's cheeks now reddened sore and tear stained. His garble of sounds attacked each nerve ending in Eddie’s cockhead, overly sensitive and overstimulated by the tug and stretch of muscles. Y/n slurped messily around the skin until his throat could speak no more, contracting in silence. Not a groan escaped him as Eddie’s waist snatched back and forth.

The man watched on at Y/n’s utterly defiled body. Pliant at his will and all for Eddie. Those pretty lashes creased in pain, glossy and unblinking as his jaw rattled around. And all it took was the positively gorgeous look of ruin spread across Y/n's face that cramped up Eddie's limbs.

His spine caved in, holding Y/n's head close as the edge ripped through. His rough panting thrummed in time with each spasmic thrust. And Eddie just knelt there, freezing whilst every ounce of his body buzzed aflame.

Once the huffing and cursing calmed down, Eddie slipped out, his dick now limp and spent of every ounce. Y/n's face replaced the shield of skin: swollen lips and spit-drenched eyelids

"God L/n, love you." Eddie collided their mouths together, kissing him swift and passionate. The distant taste of musk swept by once he pulled away. “Are you okay?” A weak smile broke out across Y/n’s face, lips chipped and dried up white.

“Yes, Eds. More than ever.” As his throat croaked the words out, Munson’s calloused fingers came to stroke the tears from his eyes, placing kisses everywhere he touched.

“I don’t think it’s fair though, Y/n. Surely you need to get rid of this boner of yours. It looks painful.” Eddie’s big eyes gleamed with something dangerous. Something very new. “But catch your breath, okay? Then we can finish this off.” Eddie's lips ripped back into a grin as he groped the rock-solid dick strained between them. And any sane person would have been scared off by that smirk. By the devious tone Eddie had.

But not Y/n. No, because he wanted it just as badly.

😀😀 wow I hate this. Definitely gonna rewrite it, but for now, so that I don't leave you waiting any longer, take this trash. Srsly what happened? I beta'd it times and had sm motivation at the start... bqut then... UGH

#smut #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #male reader #requests #eddie munson #male reader x eddie munson #dom eddie munson #lingerie #eddie graduates

[sweet-villain]

This Is What It Feel Like~2~ Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

m-rae23 ~ palomam18 ~eddiesprincess86 ~figmentofquinn ~gloomybrieyxb ~hqtetsurou ~ theintimatewriter

Part 1

Author's Note: You all wanted a Part 2

You stared at him as he spoke to her, chuckling at something she said. She shyly looks away from him feeling your gaze on her as she sends you a small wave. Steve follows her gaze to you but you quickly avert your eyes as you look out looking at Dustin as he was chasing Mike with something in his hand. But you don't mind any on it when you know your boyfriend was talking with her.

Things felt off and you had a feeling in your gut about it.

Your gaze fell onto your old crush you can say, the way he was laughing at Mike and Dustin as he sat on the ground. You heard that things didn't work out with Chrissy like Eddie wanted to but you had moved on. Right?

There was feeling in your gut that told you that something felt off and your eyes kept moving to that feeling of your boyfriend and her.

Her, was none other than Nancy Wheeler. She always seemed to have Steve's eye. But you didn't say anything about it, nothing much was going on but little glances here and there. Those smiles were added today and it hurt. It hurt the way he would look at her.

No one has looked at you like that. You thought when Steve said he would choose you that it meant something. That he was serious about you. Yet, you sat here with Robin by your side as you two sat in silence overlooking everyone.

" You worry too much in that head of yours" Robin says as she flicks you on the forehead bringing you out of your thoughts. You huffed, rubbing your forehead as you glare at her. She motions with her head over to Steve and Nancy.

" Don't think too much on them"

" I don't care" you lied. Robin snorted.

" You're not fooling anyone, buttercup" you scoffed at the nickname. You stand up brushing off the dirt from your ass and hands as you make your way over to Dustin.

" What are you two doing?" Eddie was there too but you hadn't acknowledged him. You felt his eyes on you but you focus on Dustin at what he's talking about to you but you can't help but look at him at the corner of your eye watching him get up. The jingle of his chain signals you that he was going somewhere.

Your eyes follow him as he walks over to a big tree and sits there. He wants to be to himself. Steve had noticed your eye line of sight and he shifts in his seat. He stands up from where he was sitting by Nancy as he makes his way over to you.

" Hey" he sits down next to you taking a piece of grass in his fingers as he twirls it around. You broke your gaze from Eddie to your boyfriend who has a frown on his face. He was with Nancy not too long ago so it was okay if you looked at Eddie, right?

" hey" you greet him. " Have a good chat with Nancy?" you asked, pausing your lips. Steve stopped twirling the grass in his hands as he looks at you.

" Don't start Y/N"he rolls his eyes. " You're the one who can't stop looking at Munson" you scoffed.

" Why would I be looking at him?" Steve shrugs.

" When you found out he stopped dating Chrissy, it was like your whole world stopped in your eyes. I can see it Y/N"

" What about you and Nancy? Hm?" Steve averts his gaze as he sighs. " There is nothing going on between Nancy and I"

" I call that bullshit. The way you look at her, you don't look at me like that"

" How do I look at her?" He asks.

" You look at her like she's the only one matters to you, the only one you open your heart to but clearly I remember you chose me. You are dating me, or do you not want to?"

Steve sighs as he runs a hand through his mane of hair.

" It's complicated. I do like you Y/N"

" But I'm not her.. I got it" you got off the ground one again, brushing off the dirt feeling your eyes become glossy and your throat felt like it was closing up. You had to get out of here.

" Y/N" Steve calls to you as he gets up to grab your wrist, but your already turning your back to him as you begin to walk away from him. From your friends that shout for you. Eddie stands up from where he was standing as he hears your name being called and watches as you walk away. He looks at Steve seeing him tug his hair as he kicks something with his foot.

Eddie's feet pick up the pace as he races to catch up with you. Steve watches with a glare as Eddie runs to catch up with you. He feels a hand on his arm. Looking down and it's Nancy who's smiling at him.

He doesn't even think about you or goes after you like Eddie does.

A hand grips your wrist tugging you around. You hoped that it was Steve who caught up with you to apologize for being a dick but no, you come face to face with those brown doe eyes.

You stand there waiting for him to talk.

" Steve is a dumb" he says. Eddie is fully aware that Steve and Nancy were looking at each other with those smiles. You used to look at him like Steve looks at Nancy.

You chuckle, " It's alright. I'll be alright" the grip on your wrist doesn't slip.

" You're really special, sweetheart. I was too dumb too see it and Harrington, too"

" Thank you, that makes me feel a little better. You always have a way with words" Eddie shrugs.

" Can I take you home?" He asks. A soft smile on his face as he looks at you like you were the only good thing he wants.

" I'd like that" you walk with Eddie to his van as he opens the passenger side for you to hop in. He closes the door and runs to the driver side as he gets in.

The ride to your house is silent, Eddie didn't know weather you needed or music would help. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel as he drives.

" Thank you for back there" you motions with your thumb behind you as you continued to look out the window.

" You're welcome, sweetheart" he reaches over and give your shoulder a squeeze. Things were going to be okay. Who needed Steve Harrington anyways?

-

The bell rings on top of the door as you walk into Family Video. Robin's face perks up as she sees you.

" Haven't seen you in a bit, buttercup" you groan at the nickname. Your body freezes as you see the back of Steve's head as he's helping a customer but he does look back once he hears Robin's greeting. His eyes are on you for a moment as he stops in what he was talking about.

He watches as you walk over to Robin, seeing you talk to her. He finishes up with the customer and makes his way over to you too.

" Hi" he greets you but you roll your eyes at him causing him to frown.

" Are you holding up okay?" Robin asks you, putting a magazine up in front of Steve like she's pretending he's not there. But he is, he rips the magazine off from her hand and throws it away.

" That was rude" Steve says. Robin ignores him.

" I've been better but I'm good as I can be" Steve leans his head on the counter as he looks at you. He looks at how your hair is up today, how you didn't put full on make up today, he frowns seeing the Iron Maiden shirt you are wearing with the ripped jeans and converse. He makes a hum sound as his eyes roam your body.

" I prefer if you kept your eyes on my face, Harrington" you spatted at him. He drops his gaze to the floor. He deserves that. You talk with Robin a little more before you go.

Robin turns to him, " You need to apologize to Y/N and stop being such a dingus."

" I'm sorry"

" Not to me, dingus. Her" she points out the door that you just walked out of.

_

Eddie bounces on his feet as he stand before your door raising a hand to the door to know when he hears your voice.

" Eddie?" he turns around just in time to see you walking towards the door. In his hands he has flowers. He brought you flowers.

" Are those for me?" you ask motioning to them. He glances down at them and offers them for you to take, a hint of red paints his cheeks as nods, shyly.

" That's so sweet, you didn't have to" you take them from him bringing them up to your nose, sniffing. They smelled wonderful.

" The colors reminded me of you" he says. You watch as his eyes light up looking at all the colors on the flowers he brought for you.

" Is that all why your here?" you ask going to the front door and unlocking it.

" I wanted to talk. Is that okay?" you nod letting him step in, he looks around to see if your parent were home but they aren't.

" Business trip" you answer the question that runs through his head. You take a vase from the kitchen and fill it with water placing the flowers in them as you turn to Eddie.

" What did you want to talk about?" you hopped on the counter letting your feet dangle onto the lower cupboards.

" The whole thing with Chrissy wasn't suppose to happen. Until I got with her, I didn't realize how I felt about you until I sat in my van watching you with Harrington" he scrunched up his nose.

" I poured my heart out to you and I knew I wasn't going to stand a chance, I let myself get hurt. You were worth getting that pain" Eddie shakes his head like he doesn't want to hear that.

" You were worth every tear, every knife that dug into my heart, everything"

" Don't say that" his breathing becomes shaky as he can't believe the words your telling him.

" It's the truth" He sighs as he runs a hand down his face.

" What's with Harrington? Are you still dating?"

You pursed your lips at the words " dating" as Eddie chose. You couldn't even tell him what you and Steve were because it was complicated.

" I don't know, everything has been so complicated with him. He chose me, then why is he still hoping for something with Nancy? I don't feel like I'm good enough for Steve Harrington, or anyone for that matter"

Eddie frowns as he hears the sadness in your tone. He wished he could take all of your sadness away.

" You deserve more than " complicated." You deserve better" Eddie says as he reaches his hand out and brushes your hair behind your ear causing your breath to hitch at his touch.

" I-I" Eddie shook his head.

" Come here, sweetheart" He opens his arms with a soft smile on his face. You walk into his arms and wrap your arms around him, under his jacket. He is warm, and the smell of cigarettes, pine and his shampoo makes it all better as he holds you.

-

He slips out of the car with flowers in his hands as the other hand just the jacket he's wearing as he looks up at your house seeing the lights on your bedroom on. You were home. He takes a deep breath as he walks up to the maroon door.

He raises a hand to knock on it a few times and stands there to wait. You were in the kitchen making yourself something to eat when you heard it. You weren't expecting someone. You turned the gas lower as you made your way to the door and threw it opened and there stood the last person you wanted to see, tonight.

" What are you doing here?" you asked him. Steve bites down on his bottom lips as his eyes roam your shorts to your legs back to your face.

He clears his throat as he offers you the flowers in his hands. They weren't as pretty as the once Eddie got you, but you reach out grasping them in your own hand and they fall to your side as you hold them.

" Are you going to let me in?" you step aside to let him in. Steve steps inside your house as you closed the door turning to face him. He stood moving back and forth on his heels as he looks around with his hands stuffed into the front pockets.

You watch as he looks around the living room until he faces you. He averts your gaze as he looks down at the floor. It's been bugging Steve when he saw Eddie follow you and he wonders if anything happened between the two of you. He does trust you but there is a question in the back of his mind. He knows that you used to love and care about Eddie.

" Why are you here, Steve?" you ask him again, this time the question is asked in a harsher tone than before. Steve hears it and he frowns as he locks eyes with you as he looks up.

He sighs, " I saw Eddie run after you."

Your mouth goes in a thin line, not really understanding why he brought flowers to you. Did he see Eddie bring you flowers or was this his apology for being an ass?

" And?" you raise your eyebrow.

He scoffs, " I know how you used to feel about him Y/N. I just want to know do I need to be worried?"

Is he really asking you this? After he was smiling and looking at Nancy the way he does?

" Are you kidding me?!" you threw the flowers on the ground as you glared daggers at him putting your arms across your chest. Steve's eyes go wide as he hears you yell as his mouth a gaps.

" How about you? Huh? You're the one who been staring at Nancy with hope and you look at her like she's the only thing that matters you while I'm right here. Did you forget the part where you told me you choose me and here you are staring at Nancy Wheeler? You two ended things or are you still in love with her?"

Steve doesn't know what to say but he is scared to tell you the truth. He doesn't want to lose you. You were one of his best friends and one of many that truly cared about him. You were special.

The silence tells you everything you need to know, you nod with your glossy eyes as you look away from him.

" I knew it. I'm so stupid" tears fall down your cheeks as you turn away from him. " How could I think Steve Harrington would even want me? Was I just a joke to you?!" you angrily turned back around, hissing through your tears and teeth.

Steve shakes his head, " No-o, nothing like that"

You laugh, " I never get to be anyone's choice."

" Y/N, it's not like that" Steve says as he walks over to try to reach out to touch you. But you back away from him, " I want you to leave."

" Please.." Steve says as he reaches out again but you wipe away the tears from your cheek as you point with your finger to the door.

" I don't want you here" Steve hangs his head as he makes his way to the door with one hand on the door, he opens it but looks at you with sorrow in his eyes as he says, " I do care about you. A lot."

You scoff. The door shuts and you close your eyes feeling your heart get ripped to pieces.

When was it your turn to be happy?

-

" Don't you look like a ray full on sunshine" Robin says as you threw the door open. She looks at your messy braid that has strands falling out but you could care less about it, she eyes the wrinkle shirt you are wearing with mis match socks along with some sweats that don't even look black anymore. She sees the bags underneath your eyes with puffiness meaning you were crying earlier.

" I'm not in the mood, Robs" you say letting her in and she steps inside seeing dust collect on the table in the living room, she sees wrappers from candy bars too. She sends you a sympathetic smile.

She knows that Steve has done something to upset you.

" I know, but you can't live like this. Boys will be boys. They are stupid"

" yeah" you chuckled. " Not that I don't love you or anything, but what are you doing here?" she looks around the living room seeing the tv, the book shelf full of books, pictures too and she eyes the couch, scrunching her nose at the color of it as she looks at you, finally.

" You've not stepped into day light for the past four days.. and I miss you, buttercup" she sends you a smile. You missed her too, you just haven't felt like seeing people anymore. Eddie hasn't been worried, it was strange.

But out of everyone, you were glad that Robin was the one who stopped by to check if you are alive even.

" You need a shower too" pointing her finger at you and twirling it around you, " you stink."

" Gee thank you, just what I wanted to hear"

" You're welcome" she chuckles, " now go shower. You're not staying here another day" you rolled your eyes but do as you told racing up to your room but not before giving her another glance.

" Thank you Robin, you know for checking in on me"

" Always"

-

The reason Eddie hasn't been checking on you or even called you was because he was copped up in his room, with smoking cigarettes as he writes in his notebook. He's not writing just anything, but he's writing you a song. He wants to tell you how he feels and how much he needs you in his life.

He hasn't told Gareth and Jeff that he was doing this, not until the following week on a Tuesday where he knows Robin was taking you to. He begged Robin to check on you. He saw Steve the other day as he walked into the diner seeing he was sitting across from Nancy, he was angry and wanted to do something. Instead, he got an idea and raced home.

Robin agreed to help Eddie under one condition.

" if you ever hurt her again, I will cut off your hair. Do you understand me?"

Eddie loved his hair. He worked so hard to grow his hair out after the buzzcut. He absolute hated the buzzcut.

" I'll never hurt her" He promised Robin.

You stood at the Hideout with Robin by your side as she nursed her own drink in her hand while your eyes looked around. What were you looking for? You weren't sure but your mind doesn't cross that today was Tuesday and Corroded Coffin was playing tonight.

There were about five drunks in the bar, one of them kept shooting you a glance and raised their drink up to toast to you. You shiver in disgust as you looked away.

Eddie is already at the Hideout telling Gareth and Jeff that he wrote a song for you and needs their help. Jeff and Gareth share a look fully aware how you felt about Eddie, before everything with Chrissy. They both didn't want to see you hurt again, they were skeptical.

" Come on guys" Eddie pleaded. Gareth sighed, he loved Eddie and would do anything to help him. But this was you, the sweet and kind hearted, smart you. You would always help Gareth with homework if he was troubled with, you would be his partner in class when no one would and you would always be nice to him. Same went with Jeff, you were always nice to them. They only wanted the best for you even though Eddie was their friend.

They both agreed under one condition. Not to hurt you.

" Robs, what are we really doing here?" you ask her. Robin looked around the Hide Out as her gaze falls on stage and when you follow her gaze there, your breath hitches seeing Eddie come up to the mic with a guitar in his hands.

" Hi, I'm Eddie" he says into the microphone. His eyes roam the Hide Out until they find yours. The way you were gazing at him melt his heart. He introduces Jeff and Gareth who shoot you a smile with a wave. " We're Corroded Coffin and tonight we have a song that I wrote for someone special"

His eyes are on you as he talks.

" She has been through a lot and I want her to know how much she means to me. I have hurt her in the past, but I don't plan to ever break her heart if she'll have me"

Your eyes become glossy as you stare at him in awe. He wrote a song for you. You watch as he strum the guitar and sings into the microphone. You listen to the words he's singing but his eyes never leave you as he's pouring his heart out.

You don't notice that Robin is looking at you with a smile, but you don't notice the other thing that she did. She had told Steve to come talk to you at the Hide Out. He's standing in the back watching as Eddie sings for you, but he watches the look on your face as he comes closer by the bar. His heart breaks as he watches you look at Eddie in awe.

As Eddie finishes the song, he swings the guitar to his back and drops down from the stage as he makes a bee line to you.

" Did you like it?" He asks.

" I loved it, Eddie. It was beautiful. You're beautiful" you loved seeing him on stage where he belonged. He was born for it and you can always tell from his eyes how much he loved being up there.

A hint of red paints his cheeks as he looks at you, but it's his brown doe eyes that makes your heart melt. He's looking at you like he should of been all along.

You take a step closer to him placing a hand on his chest as you look up at him. His breath fans over your face as he looks down.

" I should of chose you from the beginning, I'm so sorry for what I've put you through, sweetheart" he says as his hand goes to cup your cheek with his thumb caresses your cheek.

" It's okay, I forgive you. But you'll always be my choice" you lean into his touch and smile up at him. Eddie's heart flutters with happiness and he can't help it as he leans down capturing your lips with his. They move as one. You kiss him back with both your hands on his chest and he turns his head making the kiss deeper with his other hand going into your hair.

Steve watches with tears falling down his cheeks and he looks at Robin who gives him the look that he should of known better, that he made the wrong choice, that he lost something good in his life, that he was an idiot. Robin didn't do this out of spite to anger Steve, but for you, she wanted you to be happy.

Eddie made you happy. She did it for you.

Steve looks down at his shoes, sniffling feeling his heart break as he lost the one thing that was good in his life.

You.

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Wasting Away: Chapter 4

Rating: M for eventual chapters, mild cursing, and nonexplicit sexual content Pairing: Eddie x Reader, Past Billy x Reader, and onesided Steve x Reader if you squint Summary: You were broken. Falling apart. Trying to put yourself back together. Whatever the hell they wanted to call it. All you knew was you were hurting. The Upside Down had been the bane of your existence for a long time. But now you had a reason to hate it. Will your hatred be enough to help take down the latest in a long line of monsters? TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: •Reader has a nightmare Masterlist

A yawn took over as you walked beside Eddie. 

“Am I boring you already, sweetheart?”

You glanced over to check his expression and make sure he was joking. When you saw the smile on his face, you relaxed. “No. I just…I haven’t actually spent time with someone like this in a long time. It was…nice. But honestly? I’m exhausted, Eddie. Not that discussing ways to kill Kas isn’t entertaining, but I’m beat.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. And you best believe that conversation isn’t over.” he teased, shoving a finger into your shoulder.

You nodded with a laugh before putting your hands into your pockets. “I really did. For the first time in a while.” 

He grinned again. “Good. I don’t wanna see anymore of those shy girl moments, sweetheart.” 

You rolled your eyes and snorted. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna see them more often than not.” 

“Pfffft,” Eddie said, waving his hand before handing you the cigarette he’d lit earlier. You accepted, taking a drag before puffing smoke in his direction with a chuckle. 

“I’m serious, Eddie!” you scolded, handing it back to him. “It’s been a long time since people have seen me like this.” 

He paused mid stride and turned to you. There was an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite place. “You should let this side out more often,” he said. “Personally, I’m a big fan.” 

You laughed. “I know a few others that are too.” 

“See? You don’t have to wear a mask all the time, sweetheart.” 

You sighed and shrugged. “It’s a lot easier.” 

Eddie hummed quietly. “Easier than what?” 

“Losing my shit every five minutes.” Your gaze turned away from him, which made him frown. Without looking at him, you snatched the cigarette, almost wishing it was something stronger than just the burning nicotine that invaded your lungs. “Pretending I’m okay is a lot easier than letting people see how close I am to falling apart.” 

He shoved his hands in his pockets and knocked his shoulder into yours. “You weren’t pretending today.” 

That made you pause. He was right. 

“That’s different,” you muttered. 

“How so?” 

“I-“

“Where the hell were you today?!”

You jumped at the sudden loud and upset voice that broke through your conversation with Eddie. 

“Dusty?” 

The younger teen stalked towards you with an annoyed look and his hands on his hips. The sight made you stifle a laugh. “I was worried sick about you!” He glared when he saw the smoke coming from your mouth. “And I thought I told you to quit with this shit. It’ll kill you.” 

“Henderson, chill out man. She was with me all day.” 

Dustin turned his gaze from you to Eddie, who was standing beside you. It was like he noticed the metalhead for the first time. He blinked slowly, and you could see the wheels turning in his head. “Bambi was with you?” he asked slowly. 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m literally right here, Dustin.” 

Eddie nodded his affirmation. “We went for ice cream this morning. Then to the park. There were burgers in there somewhere, right sweetheart?” 

“Yeah. Probably around two? Kinda lost track of time if I’m being honest.” 

Dustin looked between the two of you, his annoyance slowly turning into an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Then his mouth broke into a wide grin and he suddenly pulled you into a hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

You were surprised at the sudden motion, blinking quickly before your brain caught up with what was happening. 

Eddie chuckled quietly behind you, shaking his head. “Geez, Dustin. Let the girl breathe.”

Dustin followed the request, slowly releasing his hold on you. “You look more like yourself, Bambi.” He looked at you, assessing the expression on your face. 

“I feel like it,” you said honestly. You glanced back at Eddie, who was watching you and Dustin quietly, a thoughtful look on his face. “I actually enjoyed today.” 

“That’s great!”

You sighed, looking between the two boys. It was obvious they were excited about the fact you’ve spent time outside your hobbit hole. “As fun as this has been, it’s drained my social battery for the next five years, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to bed.” 

Dustin looked at you with a pout. “Five years? You’re gonna miss the next campaign!” 

You groaned. “Fine. I’ll make sure to sleep enough to start recharging the battery.” 

Eddie snorted. “You do that. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” 

Smiling at them, you nodded before heading into the house. After the door closed behind you, Dustin turned to Eddie. 

“Sweetheart?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.  

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah?” 

Dustin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you know anything about what she’s been through?” 

A frown took over the older boy’s face and he examined Dustin for a moment. “She opened up to me today. Told me a lot. She was there when Billy died…heavy shit. Too heavy for someone like her to have to deal with.”  

“You’re telling me,” Dustin muttered. You were one of the closest people to him, and he would move mountains if it meant he could take your pain away. But he knew he couldn’t. He wasn’t even convinced time could either. “Listen man, you’re one of my best friends, but I swear to God, if you try anything with her-“ 

“Dude, chill. The girl needs a friend. Someone she can relate to and doesn’t have to be afraid to be herself around. She’s a firecracker, I’ll give her that. But she just needs time to heal. And someone that doesn’t expect her to put on a mask of being collected all the time.” 

Dustin narrowed his eyes as he stared Eddie down. “That’s it?” 

“That’s it.” he agreed. 

“Good. She’s family, Eddie.” 

“I know, Henderson. That’s why I’m looking out for her.” 

~*~*~*~

“Billy?! Billy, where are you?!” you screamed. 

The air surrounding you was void and cold. Blackness was everywhere, consuming everything. 

“Billy!” 

“What’s the matter, trouble?” 

His soothing voice echoed through the darkness, floating in the air like a whisper. 

Your blood ran cold. You knew that voice. 

“…Billy?” 

“Come a little closer, baby doll. I can’t see you.” 

You felt a pressure around your neck before registering the slime that followed. You gasped as it tightened and yanked you forward. 

You came face to face with him. 

His eyes were as black as the darkness surrounding you and his skin was cold as ice. When he opened his mouth to speak, black ooze dripped down his chin. He raised his lip in a snarl. “You’re too late, trouble.” 

His voice was all wrong. It was deep and raspy, booming in every direction and threatening to drown you. 

The tentacle around your neck tightened even further, making you gag and fight to breathe. 

Billy opened his mouth further and black tendrils crawled out of him and snaked towards you. His expression was a terrifying grin that made you want to wretch. The stench that radiated from him managed to force its way into your nostrils and make you choke even harder. 

The tendrils stroked your cheeks as tears slid down before making their way towards your nose, and up into your nostrils. 

This time, there was no screaming. 

Your eyes snapped open and your breaths came in ragged gasps. 

Your body was drenched in a cold sweat that soaked through the sheets. 

“It wasn’t real,” you choked out, feeling the tears threaten to spill over. “It wasn’t real.” 

You quietly spoke that affirmation to yourself as you tried to calm your breathing. It felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. And you could still hear that voice echoing around you. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to force the images that the nightmare brought to life to the back of your mind where you could lock them in a box and try your best to forget about them. Letting out a breath, you looked at the alarm clock beside your bed. 

3:27 am 

With a sigh, you realized you weren’t going to be able to go back to sleep. So you figured you might as well get started on your day. You leaned over to your right and tapped the base of your bedside lamp, the gentle yellow light illuminating your room. Across from the foot of your bed was a small desk that held a small pile of books and a folder of papers. You groaned as you realized you hadn’t touched the homework that Dustin had dropped off for you. 

Sitting there a moment longer, you knew it was going to be a long day. 

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and quietly made your way downstairs to the kitchen where you found the coffee pot waiting for you. Muttering something about the godforsaken hour, you went about grabbing the grounds and filter to make yourself a pot. 

You could deal with the anxiety and the panic. You could deal with the flashbacks. Hell, you could deal with the grief and the pain. 

But the one thing you always prayed would stop was the nightmares. 

Memories were bad enough. You relived those every day. You were stuck with them. You knew they weren’t ever going to leave you. But the things your mind twists those awful images into was something far worse than living with the echoes of what happened. 

With a sigh, you leaned against the counter as you listened to the quiet brewing of the coffee machine. Your heart was still racing. But closing your eyes and focusing on the steady stream of caffeinated brew that was dripping from the filter helped to calm the swirling thoughts in your mind. 

“It wasn’t real.” 

You breathed out slowly as you once again reminded yourself of where you were. “This is real. I’m at home. I’m in the kitchen. I’m safe.” 

You felt a little silly saying it out loud, but you couldn’t deny the relief that slowly seeped into you. Allie had told you about different types of calming techniques. You had dutifully tried them all, but this one seemed to help you the most. It surprised you, but if it helped, you didn’t care how silly you felt. 

As the steady stream of coffee turned to drops you moved to the fridge and grabbed the cream and dumped some into your favorite mug, one that had a dragon painted on it, before adding the coffee and shuffling back upstairs to your room. 

Once inside, you grabbed the blanket from your bed and wrapped it around your shoulders before settling at the desk. Scanning the papers, you realized you hadn’t missed all that much the day before. Most of the math homework was a review of what had been learned in the previous weeks. There was a piece of paper that had a scribbled description of an art assignment that was due the next week. And on the other sheet was a list of books to choose from for a literature report. 

You yawned and picked up the math papers, deciding to get the worst of it over with. 

During the course of grappling with the numbers that were slowly blurring together, you’d gone back downstairs twice to refill your mug. Each time, you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders. There was a coldness you were trying to fight off, but it wasn’t in the air. 

You couldn’t help but think back on your conversation with Eddie the day before. 

“You don’t need to wear a mask all the time.” 

“It’s a lot easier.” 

“Easier than what?” 

“Losing my shit every five minutes.” 

With a sigh, you sat back in your chair, setting the pencil down and scrubbing both hands down your face. 

During the months since Billy died, you’d become cold and distant. You were pushing everyone away, and you knew it. But you didn’t know how to cope with their sympathy. It felt suffocating. It came from everyone you knew, even if they didn’t agree with your relationship with the California native. When people thought you weren’t looking, they would stare at you. There was pity on their faces as they watched you. 

You hated it.  

Your friends had tried to comfort you as best they could. 

Nancy would bring you flowers and make you hot tea. 

Robin would just sit with you, her silent company a welcome change from the hustle and bustle you were used to.  

Steve would bring your favorite movies and fluffy blankets on the weekends, after he invaded your house and made you pancakes on Saturday mornings. 

Mike and Lucas understood your need for your own quiet grieving. They tended to leave you to your own devices for the most part, but would always call you every Sunday to see how you were doing and catch you up on their lives for the week. 

Dustin was something else. 

A smile crept onto your face as you thought about the persistent teenager. Like Mike and Lucas, he knew your boundaries. But unlike them, he knew when to push past them. He was still learning to help you during your panic attacks, but he was getting the hang of it. He made sure you always ate something and would stick by your side at school when classes and free periods allowed it. His company was welcome, and surprisingly, never a drain on your already depleted energy. 

And as you were quickly realizing, you were making a new friend. 

Eddie Munson. 

You almost laughed. You had always known of him, as he put on a persona to people he wasn’t familiar with. But the day he smacked his tray down across from you and Dustin, you’d seen a completely different side of him. 

He reminded you so much of Billy, in so many ways. It almost hurt being around him. But for the first time since Billy died, you didn’t feel the need to hide yourself away.

It surprised you how quickly you’d opened up to him. But his presence was a calming one, one you knew you could trust. And it helped ease your mind knowing that Dustin adored the man. 

You knew you should be wary of the situation. He was new and unpredictable. Your trust in people had plummeted over the last few years (considering the circumstances and challenges you had faced, no one could really blame you), and you knew that you shouldn’t allow him to be as close as you were. 

But either way, Eddie tore down your defenses like they were made of straw.  

It scared you how quickly he had gained your affections. 

You were yanked out of your thoughts when there was a knock on your bedroom door. 

“Yeah?” 

It swung open to reveal your mom, who had wrapped her robe tightly around her middle and was looking at you in concern. “Baby, how long have you been up? Your dad said he saw your light on when he left for work.” 

Scrubbing a hand down your face, you sighed. “Three thirty-ish.” you said. “Another nightmare.” 

She sighed and rubbed your shoulder. “Catching up on what you missed yesterday?” 

“Did Dustin tell you?” 

She chuckled. “He was here as soon as school let out. And he was fuming at the fact you were still gone.” You snorted, shaking your head before she continued. “The school called…” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What is it this time?” 

“They’re concerned with your absences. And the counselor wants to talk to you about it.” 

“Of course she does.” you muttered. It had been something she nagged you about constantly. “They know that’s not going to happen.” 

Your mom nodded. “I know. I told them you’d already declined the offer several times and were seeking help somewhere else. But they’re persistent. I think she wants to talk to you because of Max.” 

That made you pause. You hadn’t spent a whole lot of time with Max recently, and that was something that needed to change. “I think I’m gonna take her to the arcade this afternoon…” you mused. 

“That’s a good idea. You two could use some time together. She needs you, kiddo.”

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[eddie]

ANSWERED ASK for : @godclaws ❛ An exploratory kiss between friends.❜

⛧˖ ─── THUS FAR, MOVING INTO THE CITY TO chase after his music ambitions had been far from the dream that Eddie had envisioned it would be. It wasn’t as though he’d expected anything glamourous, but something that didn’t involve wearing a fucking APRON for eight hours a day would have been nice. He’d scrubbed more dishes and assembled more burgers than he’d played his guitar, and while he was glad to be free of the stuffy prison that was the town of Hawkins, the change of pace had come with disheartenment and challenges that went beyond anything that he’d prepared himself for. Not all of it was bad, however. There were PERKS too, like the one that came in the pretty, sunshiny package named Rosie Howell. She’d been an unexpected connection, and she continued to be so…

            Fortuitous circumstances had brought the two together as co-workers, and then friends, and now roommates, but the line that subsequently followed had yet to be crossed; not that Eddie hadn’t thought about it before. There was so much about Rosie to love, even with her… DISAGREEABLE music tastes ( which he loved to tease her about ). She was gentle and kind and clumsy… and maybe a little clueless, but in the SWEETEST, most heart-melting way. The metalhead found it hard not to smile when he was around her, even when the struggles of city life wanted to sabotage his mood.

            As Eddie sat in the living room that morning, still shirtless and in his plaid pajama pants as he listened to the snippet of the new song that Rosie was working on, he found that the subsequent line that had previously kept him at an arm’s length was beginning to BLUR. He wasn’t sure if it was the sweet, HONEYED tone of her voice when she sang, or the way that the golden glow of the morning sunlight was kissing her skin, but she’d barely finished singing the last line when he found himself leaning in over her guitar, as though he was caught and pulled in by her own personal GRAVITY. For a moment, he paused, tentatively holding her gaze as he hovered before he’d closed the small distance and planted a kiss to her soft lips.

            It didn’t take long for the metalhead to recollect his senses, but even after he’d realized what he’d just done, his withdrawal from her was SLOW. With his brown eyes bright with self-inflicted surprise and his cheeks burning with the rising warmth of a blush, he settled himself back into his spot on the couch, staring at his roommate with the makings of a big, crooked grin that pronounced the dimples in his cheeks. ❝ Sorry. ❞ Was he though? Was he REALLY?

            Almost AWKWARDLY, a laugh rolled out from his smile, the fingers of one of his hands beginning to fidget with the modeled rings of the other. ❝ I… don’t know why I did that. ❞ His grin widened with the gentle cant of his head. ❝ Actually? Scratch that— I think I know exactly what happened. It’s those damn sappy-ass country lyrics. ❞ He crinkled up the bridge of his nose in feigned disgust, a short pause following before he’d continued, leaning forward to settle his chin on his fist. ❝ It pains me to admit it, but, uh… it's not like—❞ His gaze circled the room slowly, drawing out another pause before he'd landed his attention back onto her. ❝—totally impossible that you just romanced me with your twangy bullshit. One point for miss Rosemary. ❞

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : answered #godclaws #[ WELL look at that. i love them ur honor ]

[extasiswings]

Ohhh 70 (“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”) OR 93 (“You’re more than that.”) for the prompt thing, whichever you prefer! I always adore your writing, thank you so much for sharing it with us ☺️

OR? No, both. And thank you, you're very sweet. On ao3 here.

Most of the time, Buck feels like there’s no one in the world who understands Eddie as well as he does. Most of the time. Because there are still some other times when he’s completely in the dark.

And sure, okay, it makes sense on some level because they all have their blind spots—of course he’s going to have a few where Eddie is concerned as well—but they never fail to catch him by surprise.

A month after Eddie comes home from the hospital, Buck is having coffee with Carla while Eddie’s at a physical therapy appointment and he offhandedly says—

“Not sure why I never see Ana. You would think Eddie being shot would make her want to be around more, not less—”

“Buck,” Carla interrupts, a strange look passing over her face. “Honey...Eddie broke up with her three weeks ago.”

That stops Buck short, makes him feel like he’s missed a step on the stairs.

“What?” His mouth is dry. He swallows. “He—why?”

Carla picks up her cup and takes a long sip, as if she needs the extra seconds to figure out what to say, and Buck backtracks.

“No, forget it, that’s—it’s not my business,” he says. It’s not. Even if it feels a little like it should be, even if he doesn’t understand why Eddie would tell Carla and not him, even if he’s Eddie’s best friend—

Buck knows that Eddie’s a private person. He knows that sometimes Eddie keeps things close to his chest while he’s thinking them through. Eddie hadn’t said a word about Shannon until she walked into the station and aired their business for all of them to hear. He barely talked about Ana in the first place. He changed his will and sat on that information for a year—

Buck’s not upset it’s just—it feels—

The thing is.

The thing is…He’s not oblivious. He knows how he feels about Eddie. How he’s felt for at least the past two years. Like he can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t look at him without feeling like he’s screaming with it, bleeding love all over, unable to stop it dripping from every pore. Exposed and pathetically obvious, and the whole time Eddie has just—said nothing. Ignored it, Buck assumes, because he can’t not have noticed, can’t not have seen.

And maybe sometimes Buck has wondered if Eddie wasn’t ignoring it. If he felt the same and just couldn’t say it. Because he was grieving and wasn’t ready—

But then he was. He was ready. And he chose Ana Flores.

That was the end of it. That was supposed to be the end of it. Because Buck’s not a masochist, he knows he hangs onto things for too long, but he’s been working on knowing when to let go.

Except—except Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and Buck sat on a hospital bed and stared as Eddie said no one will ever fight for my son as hard as you and you act like you’re expendable…but you’re not and the words felt…heavy. The air, weighted. And Eddie couldn’t look at him and Buck could swear that he was trying to say—

Buck knows he shouldn’t be. But there’s a part of him that’s angry. That wants to pace and run and clasp Eddie’s face between his hands and ask really? Now? Because—because Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and Buck barely survived it, thought if Eddie died, he would have died with him, was more terrified than he’s ever been in his life. But he did survive. And he moved on. He kissed Taylor. He closed the door.

So Eddie’s not allowed to make big declarations that he could have made a year ago and then break up with his girlfriend when Buck is finally trying—

Okay, maybe he’s a little upset.

The rest of him though—most of him, really—knows he doesn’t have any right to be angry. Which is why most of him is just…tired. Tired and terrified and still so in love.

Buck thinks maybe Eddie was right all those months ago. The universe doesn’t scream. It just laughs. At him.

“Buck?” Carla’s gaze is soft. Steady.

Buck clears his throat. Drains the last dregs of his coffee. He tries not to feel like he’s swallowed glass.

“Did I tell you I’m seeing someone?” He asks, forcing a smile. “She’s a reporter. She was—she was at Eddie’s homecoming actually, maybe you met her. It’s still pretty new, but we’ve been friends for a while. Going pretty well so far.”

Something flickers in Carla’s eyes, but she takes a breath and smiles.

“That’s great, Buckaroo,” she replies. “I’m happy for you.”

He’s trying. He’s really trying.

He doesn’t ask Eddie about the breakup.

*

Recovery is slow.

Buck doesn’t really like thinking about it as recovery because Eddie’s the one who got shot. Eddie’s the one who was in a sling and in physical therapy and had to spend months waiting to be well enough to get cleared to go back to work.

Eddie’s the one who got shot. The one whose blood flooded the street. The one who spent days unconscious in the hospital. The one who almost died.

Eddie’s the only one who has anything to recover from.

Dr. Copeland doesn’t agree. Buck mentions that he’s having trouble sleeping, that his chest gets tight if he goes too long without seeing Eddie and Christopher, that he can’t breathe sometimes when he’s on shift and Eddie’s out of sight.

She refers him out to a trauma specialist. He tries to argue that it’s not his trauma, but she just looks at him for a long moment.

“When you say you can’t sleep, is it insomnia? Or do you have nightmares that wake you up?”

Buck bites his lip and looks down at his hands. When he blinks, they’re streaked with red. When he blinks again, they’re clean. He curls his fingers into fists to prevent them from shaking.

“A little of both,” he admits.

“And when it’s nightmares, what are they about?”

“…blood.” Eddie’s blood in the street, on his hands, splashed across his face, on his tongue—

She hums.

“Evan,” she says quietly. “It’s okay. It’s not a weakness to admit that you need help. And just because you weren’t shot yourself doesn’t mean you didn’t experience something traumatic. You’re allowed to seek treatment.”

Buck swallows. “I feel like…I should be better by now,” he admits. “Better than this. Shouldn’t it be easier?”

“Recovery is a process,” Dr. Copeland replies. “A journey. And it doesn’t always move in a straight line. There’s no timetable.”

Recovery. He makes a face.

But, he goes to see the specialist. He’s not sure how much it helps.

Blood splashing across his face, water running red, skin scrubbed raw—

Buck sits up gasping, cold sweat beading across his brow. Taylor is sound asleep on the other side of the bed, the distance between them a chasm he doesn’t know how to cross. He doesn’t know if he wants to even if he did.

He shivers. Grabs his phone. Quietly descends the steps of the loft to settle on the couch.

“Buck. Hey.” Eddie’s voice is gravelly and soft from sleep. Buck winces.

“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I don’t mind,” Eddie replies. “You know I don’t mind.”

Eddie pauses. “What was it tonight?”

Buck exhales shakily. “Your heart stopped in the truck before we could get to the hospital. I couldn’t get it to start again. I know it didn’t happen that way, but I still—”

“It’s okay,” Eddie says. “I’m okay. That—it wasn’t real.”

“Yeah.” It felt real though. Buck can still feel ribs cracking under phantom compressions, the slick of blood on his hands. He can taste Eddie’s blood in his mouth.

“What do you need?”

Buck stretches out and closes his eyes, the phone pressed hard to his ear.

You. Just you. Always you.

“Can you—” His throat clicks. “Can you just talk? It doesn’t matter about what, I just—”

I need to hear your voice. I need to hear you alive.

“Christopher picked a project for the science fair,” Eddie says. “You have to promise to act surprised when he tells you though. He’s really excited.”

“Oh yeah? I can do that. What is it?”

“Well…”

Buck falls asleep again with Eddie’s voice in his ear and he doesn’t dream again. Taylor wakes him on the couch in the morning, an odd look on her face—he doesn’t know how to explain that it’s not her fault. She just can’t help him. Perhaps she never could.

Buck thinks maybe there’s still a part of her that wants him to chase her. But he’s in no condition to chase anyone, even if he wanted to. It takes enough out of him to hold himself together. And to fight against what seems more and more inevitable.

So. Maybe he should stop fighting it.

He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face as he sits up.

“I think we should probably talk,” he says quietly.

Taylor tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and sinks down onto the couch next to him.

“I think we should.”

It ends as quickly as it began.

*

Christmas takes him by surprise. It’s not that Buck doesn’t notice the fall slipping away—a Halloween shift, a Veteran’s Day that has Eddie a little quieter, a little shakier, than usual, and Thanksgiving lasts practically a whole week with all the leftovers that end up in the station—but somehow it doesn’t fully register until he looks up at the calendar in the middle of December and sees a smiling Christmas tree sticker on a date ten days out. They’re not working, so the only question is where he’s going to end up, if anywhere. Although, he supposes even that’s not really a question.

He knows where he’ll end up.

Five days before Christmas, a last-minute tree has been wrangled into the Diaz house and Buck is fighting with a tangled set of lights while Eddie pulls out wrapping paper and ribbons and retrieves the hidden stash of gifts for Christopher from his closet. Christopher himself is fast asleep in his room, worn out from the day of running around, and without the extra person to focus on Buck takes a moment and lets himself just...watch Eddie. Sitting on the floor in low light with his legs stretched out, surrounded by ornaments and boxes and stray clippings and a small pile of somewhat lumpy, clumsily wrapped gifts, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he focuses on trying to figure out the right way to fold the wrapping paper—

There’s a stray piece of tinsel in his hair and a laugh catches in Buck’s throat, even as the rest of him aches with a sudden, fierce urge to brush it away.

He aches. Because this—this is what he wants. Eddie and Christopher and going around town to finish the Christmas shopping, picking out a tree and decorating it as a family, coming home to this day after day after day and knowing it’s where he’s supposed to be—

Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and it was the worst moment of Buck’s life. He thinks sometimes that he would rather have his leg crushed under a thousand ladder trucks than risk going through that again, but—but running away didn’t make him stop loving Eddie. Dating Taylor didn’t make him stop loving Eddie. Time hasn’t made him feel anything less, if anything it’s just cemented things.

So...so if Eddie is going to have the power to hurt him that badly regardless of whether Buck admits it out loud, if the risk of loss is going to be there anyway...shouldn’t he at least get to have everything? All the good parts?

Don’t they deserve the chance to be happy?

“Buck?” Eddie’s brow is furrowed in concern. “You okay?”

Buck opens his mouth, intending to reassure him, but what comes out is—

“Are you in love with me?” Eddie freezes and Buck resists the urge to panic and take it back.

“Because—” Buck clears his throat. “Because sometimes I think you might be, and—”

“Yes.” It’s quiet, barely a breath, but that single word hangs in the air. Buck’s heart races.

“You could have told me,” he replies. “Why—why didn’t you just—?”

Eddie looks away and Buck catches a familiar look flickering across his face. Doubt, shame, fear—everything that he himself has felt—

Oh.

Blind spots.

He never considered that Eddie might be just as afraid of rejection as he is. He never considered that what’s been so painfully obvious to him, might not have been to Eddie himself.

Buck gets up from the couch, stepping carefully around the mess on the floor until he can kneel down next to Eddie. Eddie, whose jaw is tight, shoulders tense, like he’s waiting for a blow.

“After everything we’ve been through...you still don’t know that I love you?” Buck asks quietly.

Eddie sucks in a startled breath, turning back to look at him, his gaze searching. Buck holds it steadily and waits. It’s not the first time he’s walked out on a limb. But it is the first time he’s had someone else out there with him.

If it cracks this time, they’ll fall together.

“I didn’t think—” Eddie’s eyes close briefly as he clears his throat. “I didn’t think I was enough.”

“You are,” Buck replies. “You’re more than—Eddie—”

“We have a life,” he says when he can get his thoughts in line. “We built a life. Together. Even if we didn’t say that was what we were doing, it’s what we did. So, maybe—maybe we can try being a little more honest about what we want while we’re living it? I don’t—I don’t want to waste anymore time.”

Eddie looks down—then, he reaches out slowly for Buck’s hand, his fingers finding the spaces between Buck’s and slotting in.

Buck squeezes gently. Eddie squeezes back.

“Okay,” Eddie agrees. “Let’s try that.”

Buck does pluck the tinsel from Eddie’s hair, but when he tosses it away, his hand comes right back, fingers sliding into the strands to keep Eddie still. Eddie’s eyes are dark in the dim light, but his lips curve faintly up as Buck leans in.

Kissing him feels like coming home.

#chapel writes #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #evan buckley

[tawaifeddiediaz]

“i want to kiss you” for the i love you prompts 👀🥰

will i ever stop myself from getting out of hand with these? no.

i hope you like this, babe! 🥰🥰🥰

[this love of mine (begs to be known) - AO3 Link]

Word Count: 1344 words

Eddie is, without a doubt, the stubbornest fucking person Buck’s had the pleasure of knowing.

“Dad, what are you doing out of bed?”

Christopher’s voice tunes Buck into whatever’s going on in the living room. He pauses from where he’s tossing his laundry into the washer. Eddie must have escaped his bedroom when Buck wasn’t looking, but he probably wasn’t counting on Chris ratting him out instantly.

It doesn't sound like it would be a huge deal if Eddie falls asleep on the couch. He does it all the time — especially on the nights when he insists he can make it through another episode.

(Those are the nights they’re not even five minutes in before he starts snoring — they’ve never let him live it down.)

It is a big deal, however, for Eddie to sleep on the couch after he covers 45 straight hours.

It’s no secret that Eddie prefers to take on overtime whenever he can, but this wasn’t exactly taken on as much as it was shoved onto him. Mitchell’s partner went into labor two weeks early after a precarious pregnancy, and he wanted to rush out immediately, but the B-shift captain wouldn’t let him go without someone to cover.

Finding cover right at the beginning of a long shift was always hell, but the other captain saw Eddie and asked him to cover. He was the only firefighter from their regular crew working after the initial 24 hours, and even though he’d been due to get off shift after two more, he’d agreed.

Buck had already been on his way home when Eddie’s text came through, putting him in charge of Christopher over the course of it.

Buck never minded the time he got to spend with Christopher during one of Eddie’s longer shifts, because having Christopher close kept his mind from jumping to worst case scenarios of his partner working without him.

But damn, his boyfriend drove up him the fucking wall when he came back from these long stretches of shift and simply refused to just go to sleep — in an actual bed.

Sometimes, the exhaustion of working so long wires them up enough that they can’t slow their brains down enough to fall asleep. Buck suspects that’s what happens with Eddie, because it’s not often that any of them have 40-plus hours on shift without at least a four-hour reprieve in between.

“Eddie, that better not be you out there!”

A loud thump, a muffled curse, and a shrill laugh sound in quick succession from the living room. Buck presses down the laughter that threatens to tip his lips up as he exits the laundry room, propping his hands on his hips as he sees his boyfriend sprawled out on the couch, face down. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Christopher’s perched on top of him, beaming eagerly between Buck and Eddie like this is the debate of the century. “He’s not listening,” Christopher informs pleasantly. “And he said a bad word.”

“Traitor,” Eddie mumbles from where his face is squished into the couch cushion, a large fleece blanket covering him from head to toe.

Buck rolls his eyes and helps Christopher get off Eddie. He’s not sure how the kid ended up there, and he’s not sure he wants to know. “I told you to sleep in bed. Not out here.”

“What’s wrong with the couch?” Eddie blinks drowsily up at him. Exhaustion has bracketed deeper lines around his eyes, but there’s something soft and fond in his eyes, in the faint curl of his smile.

Buck’s heart contracts at the sight, but he grasps Eddie by the elbow, pulling him up — one drowsy inch at a time. His boyfriend stumbles in place a little, caught off-balance.

Buck raises an eyebrow and gestures to his unbalanced form. “You can’t even stand straight. You don’t need to break your back out here.”

Buck would know — he’s spent more nights on this ancient couch than he cares to think about.

“It’s comfy,” he grumbles, wrapping his blanket around him like a burrito.

“It’s really not,” Christopher pipes up, wrinkling his nose. “You always complain about it.”

Buck grins triumphantly.

“Traitor — that’s twice now,” Eddie sniffs, clearly offended. “Look, if I go to sleep, then by the time I wake up, you two will go to bed. Then I won’t get to see Chris until tomorrow evening and you have work tomorrow.”

Buck’s resolve wavers a little bit at that, but clearly not Christopher’s, who instantly reassures his dad that they’ll have the whole weekend to spend together.

This shouldn’t come at a surprise to him anymore, but somehow, seeing how great of a dad Eddie is always catches him off-guard — and usually around the same time he’s trying to put his foot down about something.

(It’s inconvenient, because Buck’s heart can only take so much before he inevitably gives in.)

This is something Eddie’s always done — one of the things Buck had first noted about him. He sets aside time for the people he loves, but sometimes, it’s at his own expense and Buck can’t have that, at all.

So, he doesn’t feel shitty for monopolizing on Christopher telling him to go to bed.

“You heard the boss. Let’s go.” The fight drains out of Eddie, who sways closer to Buck to tuck his head under his chin. Buck wraps an arm around him, supporting him as they stumble through the hallways to their room. “Just a couple hours of quality sleep. Then we can have dinner and watch a movie together. Best of both worlds.”

Eddie hums in agreement. “You’re the best.”

A flush skitters over Buck’s cheeks and ears as Eddie drags the tip of his nose across the cradle of his shoulder, sleepily burrowing into his side. When he’s tired like this, his affection tends to be uninhibited and free, and Buck never tires from being showered in it, because it’s almost as if Eddie’s base function is to make sure that Buck and Christopher know that he loves them.

They manage to get to the bedroom without crashing into the walls — which is a miracle, as far as Buck’s concerned, because maneuvering his sleep-drunk boyfriend is almost like supporting him after a few too many drinks. Almost, because at least drunk Eddie walks on his own two feet, while sleepy Eddie drags them.

Eddie crawls into bed without further complaint, still wrapped in his blanket burrito and opens half-lidded eyes to grin drowsily up at him, his smile tucking into the corner of his cheek to reveal a dimple. “Thanks, Buck.”

Buck reaches out to push an errant curl away from his forehead and presses the pad of his thumb to that adorable dimple, smiling at the sleepy sound his boyfriend makes. “Get some rest.”

He’s about to leave when Eddie tugs tightly at the bottom of shirt, as if he’s pouring all his energy into that one movement. “I want to kiss you.”

Buck is 100% sure that he’s stalling so he doesn’t have to knock out for the next few hours, but he can’t help but indulge him as he leans down to kiss his boyfriend anyway, heart swelling a few sizes too big.

Eddie misses his mouth a couple times, sleepily pressing kisses on whatever part of Buck’s face he can reach. Buck laughs and tilts Eddie’s chin up with light fingers, capturing his lips in a slow, drawn-out kiss.

By the time he pulls back, his boyfriend’s mouth is kiss-bruised, but there’s a satisfied grin on his exhausted face. Buck drags his thumb lightly along the line of Eddie’s stubbled jaw, raising a brow. “Good enough?”

Eddie hunkers down under the blankets again, wrapping them tighter around his body. “Mhm. For now. You’ll have to…” The words are broken up by a loud yawn that cracks Eddie’s jaw “...let me kiss you more when I wake up.”

“You know I will.”

(Buck kisses his already-asleep boyfriend's forehead once before he lets the door fall closed behind him with a soft snick.)

#zee writes #buddie #buck x eddie #they're just so soft and im just so emotional #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 fic #911 on fox #lauren: floof solidarity

[anabsolutetrainwreck]

harry’s eyes || h. styles

warnings: none

word count: 1.3k

summary: you and harry haven’t been able to get a proper night’s sleep in a long time because your son has started sleeping in your bed...

Like always, you and Harry took turns in putting Theodore to bed. He’d only turned three last month, but already he was beginning to resemble Harry even more. Your darling angel had been the best thing to ever happen to the both of you, but recently, Teddy had started sleeping in yours and Harry’s bed. It was plenty big enough, of course, but he often got carried away chatting or something along those lines.

So, recently, you and Harry had come up with the method of putting Teddy to bed earlier. So, hopefully, he’d already be in a deep enough sleep when you and Harry finally did head up to bed. Neither of you were quite sure what had caused Teddy to suddenly start sleeping in your bed. You knew it was a phase all children went through; you’d been through such a phase yourselves.

You finished the box of strawberries you were eating as Harry emerged from the hallway, a small smile on his face. “He’s asleep,” he said. “Hopefully it’ll stay that way until morning.”

You nodded, smiling up at Harry. He came and sat down beside you, placing his hand on your thigh. You yawned slightly - it’d had been a long day at work. “Are you tired?” he asked, staring at you.

“Only a little,” you shrugged, enjoying the perfect tranquility of sitting in front of a crackling fire in the middle of winter with Harry. But even as you said this, the thought of your warm bed drifted into your mind and you suddenly craved sleep. Maybe you really were beginning to become sleep-deprived.

“We can head up, if you want?” he offered, gesturing to the staircase slightly.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve got to finish these anyway,” you sighed, pointing at the numerous spreadsheets sprawled across your coffee table.

“Why don’t you wait until tomorrow, love? You’re tired,” he said, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“I’d rather just finish it tonight and spend tomorrow with you and Teddy,” you said, running a hand along your forehead. Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a notification from your sister. She was just messaging to see how you were, as she often did.

“If you come to bed now, you can get up earlier and finish your work then,” he practically begged.

You chuckled, cuddling him as he lowered his head into your lap. After some more begging and pleading, you finally gave in. “Fine,” you sighed, a small smile playing on your lips.

He grinned, dragging you up the stairs and towards your bedroom. He pulled you down onto your bed and you chuckled quietly as he stared up at you. He was transfixed; his mind captured by your sheer beauty. “I’ll be back in a moment,” you chuckled, pushing yourself off the soft bed.

“Why?” he asked, his voice whiny and childlike.

“Because I’m going to brush my teeth,” you sighed, walking into the bathroom. You could hear Harry shuffling about in your bedroom, getting changed into some more suitable attire for rest, you assumed. And just as you suspected, when you left the bathroom, you found him tucked up in your bed. He watched you silently as you rid yourself of your uncomfortable clothes and replaced them with some silk pyjamas, which had been a birthday present from your best friend.

As you crawled into bed, he reached out to hold you. Naturally, you melted into his warm and familiar touch. In the six years you’d been together, the feeling of his hands on you never failed to make you feel safe. The feelings you shared for one another never wavered. And, every time, no words were needed to prove just how much you cared for each other. “You’re so exquisite, you know that?” Harry said softly, his fingers delicately tracing your bare arm.

“Exquisite? That’s a new one,” you chuckled quietly, your cheeks flushed from his adoring praise.

“I’ve got to mix it up every now and again. Or you’ll just get bored of ‘beautiful’ and ‘perfection’ all the time,” he said. “You are, though. Simply perfection.”

You sighed gently, his features barely visible in the darkness of the room. But you didn’t need light to see him - you’d memorised every inch of his face over the course of your relationship. And, well, even before then, when you found yourself fawning over him endlessly. The only thing that annoyed you about the lack of light was that you couldn’t make out his eyes as clearly. Those eyes that meant so much to you. Those eyes, which you were so thankful Teddy had been blessed with.

Nothing beat lying in bed, the sun dipped deep below the horizon, and just appreciating one another and simply revelling in devotion. Feeling his fingers on your arms or your back still offered you such a great deal of comfort. And, for Harry, it was a simple yet meaningful way for him to show his appreciation for you.

The door creaked open slightly and a sliver of light from the hallway crept into your bedroom. The quiet shuffles and Teddy’s feet padding across the floor was enough for you to know that he’d decided he was going to sleep with the two of you for another night. The large bed dipped slightly under Teddy’s tiny weight. The two of you could feel him crawl up the bed and weave his way in between his cherishing parents. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” he whispered, clutching his dinosaur soft toy in his hand.

“Of course you can, big man,” Harry smiled, lifting the covers for Theodore to slip beneath. “Only if you promise not to talk into the early hours of the morning.”

You could feel Teddy nod his head, cuddling into your arms slightly. Thankfully, one of your bedroom windows was open, otherwise you knew you’d wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself too hot and uncomfortable to get back to sleep.

Teddy’s little dinosaur soft toy was one your darling son treasured. It had been a gift from Niall and it had never left his side in his three years of blissfully innocent life. He’s dubbed it Eddie, because ‘that was daddy’s name’, as he’d put it. Which, of course, it was. Harry Edward Styles - the man who seemed to consume your entire existence. And, if you were being honest, you didn’t even mind. As you thought him to be perfect in every sense of the word. “I can’t... I can’t promise that- that Eddie won’t talk, though,” Teddy’s voice came, breaking through the serene silence of the Styles residence’s master bedroom.

“Why’s that, Teddy?” you asked gently, looking down at your son.

“Because,” was his answer.

You and Harry chuckled quietly. And this seemed to be permission to keep everyone awake with his ramblings to Teddy. As he spoke about what adventures he was planning with Eddie next. He had to keep pausing between words to make sure he had his sentence planned out correctly in his mind. He was always a talker, though.

Teddy had always mumbled things in his sleep, but you and Harry found it utterly adorable and completely fascinating. He spoke of lots of different things. Or mumbled lots of different things, should I say. One night it could be Grandma Anne, and the next it would be some sort of adventure with Eddie. Sometimes it was complete nonsense that made no sense - they weren’t even proper words. He rambled on about something or other, shifting slightly in the bed. Both you and Harry shared a small glance of love for your little creation. He was a marvellous mix of Harry and yourself. But he had Harry’s eyes, and for that, you were eternally grateful.

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Poke Pt 10 - Poker Face

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All in swift succession a wedding and a baby on the way on the top floor of a casino in the perfect setting for the celebration that Pepper had dreamed of the plans were shared for a ceremony in India for a certain level of privacy in renting an estate there. As linked as Loki’s plus one you were granted your own invitation and to follow the dress code would wear your white gown sleeveless gown coated with golden branches that stemmed from the waist out. Because you were upstairs Peter was allowed to attend as long as he didn’t head down to the casino and when the party had dipped into the second half and a clear need for privacy when Stark gave his usual hint you and the other guests gave them some space. Loki regrettably accepted your peck on his cheek and sighed at his inability to join you down in the casino and entertainment avenues floors below.

However under strict watch of four sleuths working for the casino watched you at your seat at the blackjack table in the figure hugging golden number with accents to frame your curves perfectly on the thick strapped wonder with another low dipping cleavage cut. Enough to distract many, and to Eddie’s glee as he camped out keeping watch on Hippy McGee, Big Ears was in your view a couple tables over and kept noticing the hushed comments of said paid shadows who had watched you go from setting down your grand in chips to eight grand in less than an hour.

Suspicious himself the dealer waited until the signal then flashed you a grin stating, “I apologize, however my time at this table is expended.”

“Oh, do you accept tips? Or is that just a film thing?”

Weakly he chuckled and said, “We do accept tips.” And he accepted the chip you offered him, “Thank you.”

“Sorry,” you giggled out, “I’d have offered sooner. First casino trip, mainly play online no tips involved.”

He chuckled and said, “Understandable, good luck.”

“Thank you,” you said then smiled to the new dealer who greeted you in return and got to watch you amp up your winnings to fifteen thousand that had the second dealer who looked you over as you said, “I think that’s enough for now. Only needed ten really,”

His brows arched up asking, “For the tournament?”

You nodded, “Little likely to win, but any spare funds for college is helpful, so if I lose at least I have four to walk away with over my original grand.”

Relief washed over the guards as the news that you were pooling those funds into the buy in on the tournament that you noticed Big Ears was headed for. And with 260 bodies in filling the allotted seats you were among those who hadn’t paid ahead and filled up a stunningly small group of amateurs amongst the flocks of professionals who were out for a championship free boost to their pocket books before the big game in a few weeks down in Vegas.

Basic chips were allotted for starting bet pools while your clutch rested in the secured drawer above your lap after having been checked and locked there like the other players in each table for their personal items to prevent cheating. Lost to the flow from the four other people around you the 52 tables steadily emptied in each depletion of chips. And with each empty table from the final player in each belongings were freed to move groups of five players filled the second round of the tournament. Guards again were present and in Big Ear’s view you were clearly being watched as whispers began to spread that you weren’t losing hands. Bluffs or clear victories were now casting second and third glances towards the remaining amateur in their midst on your way to the approved bathroom break without your still locked up clutch.

The third round began and in the empty of more shows or dinners at the choice of eateries inside this palace of greed and impulse the viewing room that had a growing audience to watch the wall of flat screens displaying the action. Yet you and the others had no clue in the sealed off hall to keep things running smooth without spare bodies in the way or chance for outward influence. Rows were split off and the next group of winners would simply move to the next row to meet their new opponents with clear crates of chips in tow to make ease of the moves. Some wouldn’t find comfort in a tournament like this, so many were used to sitting in one place for a time and as the you hit two and a half hours you didn’t know it but a relieved exit of the top floor had Sam and the Super Soldiers in the viewing room and Sam easing his phone out of his pocket to call Tony who was still upstairs. “Hey, um,”

“Poker tournament over already?” Tony asked pouring himself a drink.

“You’re not going to believe who’s in the final round.”

“Try me. I would wager Big Ears is down there, he’s been boasting on it all month. Him and Flay, they have a sort of thing back and forth for years.”

“Pluto.”

“Pluto what?” he asked lifting the glass already feeling Loki’s eyes on him for saying your name.

“Pluto’s at the table.”

Tony chuckled, “She did not have ten grand to enter the tournament, stop joking, who’s at the table.”

“Pluto, and she’s 800 grand up. She’s bluffing with threes.”

Tony paused and snapped his fingers, “Three minutes,” he hung up and the whole group was down to catch the back end of that hand for his scoff to the clear ease of the final ten grand from Flay who demanded to see your two down cards before he would leave. This for one of the few at this table to have a monster hand and the still amused unreadable expressions that none of the guys at the table seemed to be able to read. Eddie in the audience having completed his task an hour ago and was concerned at the lack of an answer to his texts found himself grinning widely to the sight of a shift in your seat to alleviate the numbness in your hip for the annoying seam in the back of your skirt you tried to avoid with a slightly irritating angle had Big Ears smirking widely and in his turn to bet shoving all his chips into the pot.

You didn’t lose and his try to bluff you out of your seat had him out of his own and cursing his way from the room for the Pro on his right to smirk watching your mini mountain of chips grow even more almost to match his own at 7 million for the largest pool at the table. Loki asked lowly, “What is the motivation behind this game?”

Which Natasha answered, “A battle of deception. Best liar wins the biggest pot.”

Tony asked, “Why did she get in the tournament in the first place?” he asked to Peter’s slip into the room behind a bigger adult’s back to hide between Thor and Loki.

Eddie answered, “I asked her to help me with causing a diversion.” Tony raised a brow his way and he said, “Can’t explain.”

Thor asked, “If she wins, how much does she get?”

Sam, “Depends on how many are at the table. If she’s the last one she wins 25 million, before taxes.”

Peter asked, “How much are the taxes?”

To which Tony said, “25%, so she’d have shy of 19 left.”

Pepper with an amused grin said, “Either way being in the last eight, she cleans up her accounts well enough.”

Bucky asked, “How long has she been playing poker?”

Eddie said, “Taught her to play after we met when she was stuck in bed healing. Started online poker on her birthday.”

Steve, “And in casinos?”

Eddie answered shocking them, “First time in one.” Deepening Loki and Natasha’s smirks as you smoothly deceived every single person at the table able to swing another win on a lucky three of a kind over all the other players’ single pairs. There was no taps, no signs of any cheating involved and still it was stunning how the mountains of chips soon gravitated their ways to your corner and another person was escorted away.

By the final player however as the men traded hand shakes and the third place finalist removed his enforced tie at the classy dress code enforced for this to be broadcast for a Bond themed event to line up with the next film coming out that the actual actor who played James Bond himself was amongst the judges watching the game up close curious of who would win out and if your win streak would continue. “So, when you come in second what are your plans for the 20 mil?” he asked cockily adjusting his own dwindling collection of chips.

“College mostly. Degrees are expensive.”

“Let me guess, Communications and Interior Decorating?” He joked with a sneer to the chuckling judges.

And with the same unflinching smile you answered, “Underwater basket weaving actually.”

He pointed at you, “Funny.” Cards were dished out and after two winning hands and eyes that refused to leave your casual smile in the small allowed crowd for any hint of a way to tell what you were up to this hand for the round bet your opponent was almost cleaned out by and had grown twitchy, uncertain of what to think as you stole your usual only glance at the card.

He could win it all and at your ease of four stacks into the middle to up his ante and chance of continuing this game for much longer and higher nail biting ratings and yet to the shift of his eyes and try at a calming exhale that trembled like his sweaty hands he shook his head. The two cards he had left were tossed in the center of the table and stunned silence for a few moments as he said, “Fuck it, second is good enough to get away from this table.”

It was just a flinch wider your smile twitched and he had snapped and to the claps and muttered congratulations no one but the actor in their midst with awe in his hand shake and comments on your success was broken by your opponent’s lift of your still uncovered cards that had the room explode with noise after he said, “You bluffed me with a pair of twos?!”

And to muffled giggles you accepted your clutch and welcomed the chance to get a picture with the actor who walked you to the win station where you were given your check post tax cut of a voice wavering amount of 18.75 million you tucked into your clutch. And to Tony’s side as he bled into questions you asked one of your own that stunned him, “What bank do I take this to? I don’t think mine would be able to deposit this much.”

Tony said, “I’ll take you to mine.” The others moved onto the dessert bar stop as he drove you to his bank to help guide you into the exclusive place that was more than eager to get ahold of your meager funds compared to his fortune to keep one of their best customers happy. One was kept in a separate fund account while the rest was put in a savings account to match the one that Eddie for his own laugh worthy bet on the winner of you for first place deposited his 5 million dollar nest egg that would keep you both from ever being homeless if the worst came about and you were named to the public and had to run for it. Choices the Billionaire had to respect for the sums collected by the pair of you in a matter of stunning hours.

Stolen glances and whispers your way didn’t stop his continued urge to see you safely back to the group as now your face would be out there as one of the largest female poker tournament winner for raking in a 25 million pot. Surely you had Eddie to check in but taking you back to that apartment in Queens didn’t fully sit right with him as you were young and alone and now visibly richer than most peers of your age who didn’t inherit their funds. He knew how people were vultures when the smell of gold was in the air and now you were known to have a whole hoard of it. Although the thing to really ruffle his feathers was in your return when the press had already ran online stories on the second place winner’s comments that he just wanted to let a young girl pay for her education so he folded and let her have the few extra million in the larger pot next to his. A statement that in Stark’s agitation had him enter the dining room of the eatery of your choice inside the casino to celebrate saying, “You’re going to WSOP next week in Vegas.”

He settled into his seat flashing Pepper a smile as you finished chewing and asked, “Excuse me?”

“Sort of slipped out. He said he let you win and no woman has won the main event let alone reached the final table, one has gotten a chair away, next week, I’ll pay your buy in since I put you into this and then we can skip this whole thing like it never happened.”

After a glance at Eddie you said, “Fine, I’ll see where we can book a room.”

“No need, I got a penthouse with enough for all of us who want to go, we can take my jet and I’ll even set you up with a spa day if you like.”

“I don’t go to spas, most of them have nothing but lavender and I can’t breathe around lavender. Not even mentioning their obsession with nuts.” You said closing your menu and flashing a grin to the wide eyed waitress in charge of your table who came to take your orders.

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Irritation somehow for the discovery that the glass and utensils Mesique had used being clean of any sign of use was short lived as Tony readied the plans for the trip to Vegas and let the entire press world this young poker protégé was going to have her butt in one of those final nine seats. All the way from the pitch black arrival to the stroll up through the lush hotel flashes of light recorded the elite entourage you arrived with and the Prince who kept tight hold of your hand and waist. The plushy bed was just what you needed and for the hour until buy in time was begun you stared at it longingly over the shoulder of the woman summoned to the room to give you a manicure. At least the focus of which you could choose and from her limited supply of choices you picked a glittery teal base with black octopus stickers to be clear coat on top to have something unique for the cameras since thanks to Tony there would be people watching to see where the kid placed.

This was gonna be twelve hours so along with your jean shorts a baggy maroon sweater was a must. With the sleeves bunched at your elbow you left your hair down and slung over a shoulder, adding your bolero hat on the way out to go and buy your seat. Flashes again captured everything from your maroon wedges Steve had bought you and everything else to be picked apart to see what you might have bought since your big win last week. Arguably amongst the hoards of hoodies and sunglass wearing masses you stood out a bit and in line you waited chatting with Tony in his try to help sharing lowly about the poker pros who were on the other end of the sign up hall that all stole glances with you and the famous face at your side reminding them of just where this new kid would be. Already in the elevator he’d passed you a bundle of hundreds that you handed over and filled out the information card and accepted your entry sticker you added to your shoulder and turned for the spot you were meeting the others at for breakfast.

“Pluto Pear,” you heard turning your head to the man you beat the week prior who bought his own seat a bit ago, “You really went with Pluto again, huh?”

At Tony you glanced asking, “Was I supposed to pick an alias? I can call myself Orion and buy a fake mustache if that makes you feel better.”

The guy looked you over as Tony said, “It’s her birth name not a nickname.”

“Man that must suck,” he said on his stroll away.

“I’m a cosmic force of rebirth and riches unlike your glorified boyfriend moniker, Beau.” You said strolling past him turning him to glance back at your back while Tony fought not to chortle.

Tony, “Always bad sign to mock the name of the God of the Underworld, planet hasn’t been the same since they started commenting on his planet’s size either.”

“I’ll pay you back from my winnings.”

“Don’t you worry about that, this is all my fault you’re here. I tend to bump people into things lately.”

“Like a certain impending baby bump, congrats again. Can’t wait to see the flying stroller you invent.”

“Pepper would launch me at the sun,” he said making you chuckle as he did for how wound up she was and how nervous he was. “I fought aliens, and this is a baby, somehow way more terrifying.”

“You could talk to Clint on how he handles it.”

You said and Tony looked at you, “Handles what?”

“He’s got kids.”

“He what?! This is the first I’m hearing of it.”

“Ah, he mentioned watching the Kung Fu Panda films with his kids and they loved it. Might have slipped out by accident. But I’m sure it’s mainly nerves at this point you’ll both calm down or scream your way on this terrifying rollercoaster of the next two decades.”

He chuckled again and into the eatery you strolled finding the table as Loki stood to ease out your seat beside his with a kind grin, accepting your peck on his cheek he followed with one of his own while Tony asked Clint, “So Clint, how are the Wife and Kids?” After his open mouthed stare Tony said, “Spill your secrets.”

Loki chuckled staking his own seat asking, “Did the sign up go well?”

“The guy I beat last time, or well, who came in second thought Pluto was a fake name.”

“His name is Beau, he has no grounds to debate the superior name.”

You shrugged, “He can say what he likes, Pluto fights back with a vengeance.” You said making him chuckle again and steal a pat of his hand on your lower thigh closer to your knee.

“You will be fantastic.”

Natasha said from her seat on your other side, “More than fantastic, today you are going to be historic.”

You giggled and said, “Just have to get through 7990 people to get to that historic spot, and 9 more to do the unthinkable.”

Thor said, “They are no match for your deceptive skills. Only the best could be bonded to my brother.”

Sam, “You got a poker face from a whole other planet. Nobody could figure out your ticks even our super spies here.”

Loki said, “I am certain your brother will be watching you if you are feeling nervous.”

“I’ll be okay. I’m glad he’s actually making some headway with his story.”

The belly filling spread was a good start to the day as soon enough the start of the 12 hour stretch of the first day of the Main Event kicked off. Every hand stirring up more gossip as one by one the other women in the pool of players got bumped off leaving just you on the cusp of what could be history. And while other women had won some of the smaller events this was so much bigger, and you had to celebrate this round with food.

“Ooh, sliders, and potato skins, and pizza.” Two tables worth of food was rolled up and had you all sampling the variety you craved after twelve hours that broke into your usual snack schedule that Loki smiled through his learning more of this new wave of cuisine you favored.

“Is she like a secret body builder that none of us know about? She eats more than Thor does.” Tony whispered to Sam who was already noticing how Bucky and Steve had tapped out in their silent try to eat more than your petite self.

Sam, “I don’t know. Maybe she’s fueling up a growth spurt? I had a cousin that ate like that as a kid and just one summer he shot up like a foot.”

Tony said, “Maybe she’s just a snacker, every few hours and twelve hours without food and she is just, eating a whole buffalo.”

Sam said, “Glad to see a girl with a healthy appetite. My sister has a hard time making friends with girls who can’t knock back a few burgers.”

Tony said, “Must have been fun having a sister,” making Sam look at him in another glance around the group, “Always thought about having a sister.”

To which Sam replied, “It’s a lot like your relationship with Misique,” making Tony look up at him, “You kinda wanna kill them, but then someone makes them cry and then it’s like how you cat with Pluto. You hate them, love them, can’t stand them, but you’d blow up the world to keep them safe to fight with another day.” He paused then said, “You could ask her to be your sister. Pluto’s got to be the second richest person in this room and smart to boot, could even give you a run for your money if she had the chance.”

Tony nodded and said, “She’s made some good choices, got a fund for school set up and the rest of the money went to savings. Maybe with this money she wins she’ll buy herself a safer place to live. Her place is tiny, it’s got these windows without bars on them. Not safe.”

Sam chuckled, “Ooh, you’re gradually adopting yourself a baby sister, big man.” Patting him on the back.

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Twelve hours and as the final woman standing with a scoop of the Dealer’s hands your pot grew collecting the last of the chips from another poker giant who fell to what he assumed to be a bluff only to slam face first into a gasp worthy full house of clubs. Claps and cheers sounded as you exhaled and took a glance at the other tables still going strong. Lowly to the watchman near your table you whispered and were guided to a bathroom break after having finished off another bottle of water. An approved pack of cheese crackers from the table of snacks were opened and eaten with the wrapper thrown away by the time the final table was ready for you to even look at let alone make the walk to the chair with your last name on a sheet of paper taped to the back of it.

Amongst the final ten seats from the tray your fingers eased the chips you had collected into neat piles and gave a subtle adjustment of your hat over your curls as the rolled up sleeve on your open flannel from Eddie shifted in the cross of your legs. Stares were common in each opening of the front of the borrowed shirt revealing the tight black t shirt you had on underneath to keep from having your cleavage on all the press shots of you as distant shots from the crowd the day prior had captured just about every moment of your bared legs. Though with a third seat emptied to a convincing bluff from the pros who tried to both defend their record of having won here already many times before with the bracelets on to prove it they took to adjusting in self soothing motions as if to remember that they were professionals even if your chip hoard was growing and the 12 million pot was becoming more attainable with every hand dealt.

While the latest guy was escorted from his seat the man to your left asked, “How long have you been playing poker?”

“For money, not long. Normally play online until last week.”

“One week? You’re kidding me.” Another of the guys replied.

You shrugged and said, “Not that hard to learn when playing against people.”

Another of the men chortled to the deal of the next round, saying, “Not easier at all. Learning to tell who’s bluffing or not.”

“Not that hard.” His eyes shifted back to you as you said, “I can hear your heart beat from here.” A faked laugh was your reply and to your cards you reached to lay them in place for the camera under the ridge to show the commentators what you had. Though it made little difference when another man bumped himself out of his own seat. Gradually the table emptied as they became bolder in aims to empty your seat, something you rarely risked by betting more chips than necessary to egg them on.

And across from the final player in your way everyone with baited breath watched as the bets were finally laid out and to two Aces already on the table he said over his empty chip section to match your motion in a bold motion. “You aren’t bluffing me out of my seat. Three Kings!” he said with a grin you mirrored and raised a brow mid shoulder pop lifting the cards you had you flipped over and fanned out making him cover his face as he heard the dealer say, “Four Aces. Miss Pear wins.”

Press from their booth came over as the head of the tournament still in disbelief at handing over the diamond and ruby bracelet shaped like a championship belt boxers or wrestlers win. WSOP was on the front underneath the year, and in each square section of the diamond accented golden band were ruby and onyx accented hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs. Behind the stack of the 12 million in bundled bills like a tiny fortress you stood with your winning hand on display for the smile filled pictures. After which you were glad to shrink back into your group and let the guys have their usual stops into the game recaps with the former champions for guy talk on all of their favorites to pretend that this year just hadn’t happened. Eight more million after taxes were added to a new checking account for spending in the new bank Tony took you to once again to secure those winnings safely.

Alone in the back seat of his car on the way there he said to break the silence, “You ever think of a house?” You glanced his way and he said, “I know a realtor, we could look in Queens if you like.”

“I have twelve pieces of furniture.”

“You can always buy more you know.”

“What would I even do with a house?”

“Whatever you want. Even have villains target it with missiles like my old place on the coast. My neighbors don’t like me much.” He said stealing a glance at the necklace your fingers stole a stroke of as you glanced outside the window in the startled squeal of two friends running into each other after a long time apart. “Your parents would want you to have a nice place,” he said turning your head again. “Doesn’t hurt to look.” He said in a drop of his gaze to his phone while you blinked away the brewing tears at all you imagined your parents anticipated for you now light years away.

Pt 11

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[datleggy]

I need both of your “surprise Buck was/is pregnant with Eddie’s baby and they find out because Chris finds him” anons to finish their drabbles. I need the Buddie confrontation scene with all the angst and betrayal from both sides. (Meanwhile Chris happily keeps his baby brother occupied and whispers about how he’s gonna parent trap their dads.) Please and thank you.

he anon sent more and here it is! it's wonderful, pls read!! <3

ANON: As the anon who your last ask was talking about might I just say I am sobbiiiinnnnnggggggg 😭😭😭 that was so good omg but ALSO now I have an addition to my earlier blurb 👀👀👀

Eddie is frantic, from the moment Buck called to now. Let's rewind a bit though, for context.

After running into Buck in Austin, they did meet up, without Chris, to talk. Buck had Eddie meet him at his new fire house, which. Hurt? It hurt, in a weird way that Eddie couldn't quite place at first, but he realizes now what he was feeling; jealousy that Buck has moved on and seems so comfortable here, longing for Buck to return to them, to the 118 (if he's being honest though, it's him he wants Buck to return to more than anything, but that's hardly fair after everything), regret that he treated Buck so poorly that the other man not only felt he couldn't tell him about the baby, but that he felt he had to move states.

Eddie met him there regardless, though, because ultimately it was Buck's choice. Eddie was grateful Buck chose to talk to him at all, so he wasn't going to argue over the chosen venue.

They met up, and they talked, and Buck confirmed that the baby he was carrying was Eddie's. He was in shock at the confession, upset for the first few moments, even. And it showed on his face, because the next thing Eddie knew, Buck was backing away from him, arms crossed over his stomach and tears running down his face, begging Eddie not to try and take his baby from him.

"I know I shouldn't have ke-kept this from y-you, but Eddie pl-please! He's all I h-ha-have left, I won't make it if you t-take h-him!" Eddie was shocked, and horrified at Buck's words. It took him a few minutes to calm him down, and weeks of slowly increased communication between the two of them (and Christopher, of course) before Eddie was able to convince Buck that he wasn't planning on trying to gain custody of the baby. He had explained that, yes, he wanted to be in their son's life, wanted Chris to be in his brother's life, but he wouldn't do anything to hurt Buck anymore then he already has.

It took almost the remainder of the pregnancy, but they were finally close to where they had been before everything went to shit. Not that they were lovers again, Eddie doesn't think either of them are ready for that, and Buck agrees, but they were on the fast track to becoming best friends again.

So of course he's the first person Buck calls when he goes into labor.

"I'm sorry, you're what?"

"In labor," Buck says sheepishly over the phone. "Or at least, I think I am? I mean, I'm three days overdue so I doubt these are practice contractions, but I guess there's always the possibility, and oh my god if I called you at 3 in the morning because of practice contractions, Eddie, I am so sorry oh god--" he can hear Buck working himself into a panic attack, so he cuts in.

"Hey hey, none of that. Even if these are Braxton Hicks or whatever they're called, I'm glad you called me. We agreed we would be in this together, right?" There's a pause on the other line before Buck speaks.

"Yeah. Together."

Eddie smiles at the soft tone of Buck's voice, and he can picture him perfectly in his mind's eye as though he were there in front of Eddie. Sitting at the end of his bed, both hands framing his belly (which has gotten big since the first time they ran into each other three months ago, the doctors estimating that the baby is somewhere between 8 and 9 pounds, which Buck was Not Pleased to hear, and blames Eddie for, especially when he found out that Chris was nearly 8 pounds when he had been born), and tears in his eyes despite the smile on his face at the prospect of meeting their baby soon.

Eddie takes a deep breath to steady his own racing heart and asks "So, what do you want to do?"

"Huh?"

Eddie can't help the breathless laugh that leaves him, every passing moment feeling more and more surreal as he realizes that /this is happening/. He's going to be a father for a second time, he and Buck are having a baby together and they're going to meet him soon.

"Do you want me with you, Buck? Because I can leave now, fly down there and be with you when he's born. Or we can stay on the phone, or you can FaceTime me. Whatever you wanna do, babe." The endearment leaves his mouth before he can stop it, but he doesn't try to back track.

"I--" Buck cuts himself off with a cry, more surprised then in pain, but Eddie still hates the sound. He starts to wonder, if Buck wants him there, will Eddie even be able to face seeing him in that amount of pain? He'll do it, of course he will, he would do anything for Buck and their boys, but god it might just break him. This isn't about Eddie, though.

"Breathe, baby. Deep breaths, just like in those classes TK took you to." Everytime he and Buck talk, the other man has stories either related to the baby, or related to his new family. Sometimes even both, like when he told Eddie about the Lamaze classes Buck's friend TK took him to, highly recommended from when TK went himself with his boyfriend Carlos leading up to their son being born. Eddie couldn't help but feel that ugly, burning jealousy, but he tried to sound as happy as possible over the phone. Buck wouldn't appreciate the jealousy, since Eddie lost out on what they could have been thanks to his own anger and mistreatment of Buck.

A few moments pass before Buck comes back on. "That hurt," he says with a small, pained laugh. Eddie can't tell if he wants to cry, punch something, or both, but he tamps those feelings down.

"I know, I know. But you've got this, Buck. You're gonna kick labor's ass, right?"

"Right," Buck responds weakly.

"Damn right, right. You're so strong, Buck. There isn't anything you can't do, and nothing you won't do for your kids. You've got this." He hears Buck take a deep breath, steeling himself.

"Yeah... yeah! I've got this. I've got this!" That golden retriever enthusiasm is back in full force, and Eddie grins.

Buck announces that he's going to start packing some stuff and getting his things together, so Eddie will be in speaker phone. For the next few minutes, Eddie listens to Buck ramble off random facts about babies and labor between verbalizing his hospital bag checklist. He hums in the appropriate places to show he's listening, asks clarifying questions so Buck knows Eddie isn't bored or just humoring him. Before too long, Eddie can tell that Buck has picked the phone back up, removing it from speaker phone.

"Hey, Eds?" His voice is quieter, more subdued then it has been for most of their time in the phone.

"Yeah, Buck?" His own voice is soft, curious but undemanding.

"I-- you said, earlier, that you would-would come down, if that's what I wanted? Like, to be here when the baby is born." Eddie feels his heart start to race in his chest, not sure if he's eager to hear Buck's decision or dreading it.

"I did," he confirms anyway, wanting Buck's comfort more than anything else.

"... Is that offer still on the table? You coming down here, I mean." Eddie can feel his breath catch in his chest, and he realizes that, yeah, he was eager to know what Buck wanted him to do. He feels like jumping into the air and cheering, knowing Buck wants him by his side as he delivers their baby boy into the world.

"I can leave in ten minutes, and be with you in four, five hours at the most." His response is almost immediate, and Buck laughs on the other end of the line. "Is that what you want, Buck? Me to be there, with you?" Eddie hears a sniffle and he knows Buck is in the verge of crying.

"I-- is that alright? I don't-- I can't do this alone, Eddie. I know I have everyone from the 126 here, and all of them would sit with me through this in a heartbeat, but... I need it to be you that's here with me. I want you to be here when our son is born, want you to cut the cord, be one of the first to hold him, all of it. I... I need /you/." And how could Eddie ever say no to that?

"Give me a few minutes to pack a bag and make some calls, okay? I'll call you right back, and before you know it, I'll be right beside you, holding your hand and letting you break as many fingers as you want." Buck gives a wet chuckle and agrees, but both men have a hard time saying goodbye, even if it will only be for a few minutes.

"I'll see you soon, Buck, okay? I swear."

"Yeah, I know you will, I know. I'm just nervous, is all. Having you here, even just over the phone, it helps. So much, Eddie." He knows what he means. Hearing Buck's cheerful voice after a long day never fails to make Eddie feel better, make him feel that no matter what, everything will be alright. He can only imagine how much better things will feel for the both of them once they can actually see each other, touch each other.

"I know exactly what you mean. I'll be there soon, okay? I'll call you back in a second and you can tell me more statistics about babies born in cars, or whatever." Buck snorts a laugh and Eddie smiles at the sound.

"I swear to God if you jinx this and I end up giving birth on the highway, I will kill you." They laugh together, but Eddie knows now that he has to get things in order if he wants to be with Buck ASAP. Neither man wants to say goodbye.

"I'll be with you soon, Evan."

"Yeah, okay. Eddie, I-I..." Eddie waits patiently for whatever Buck was going to say. His heart hammers in his chest.

"... Be safe, Eddie." He can't help the bitter feeling of disappointment that floods through him, but he returns the sentiment, regardless.

They hang up, and for a moment, Eddie simply sits on his bed, head in his hands. All he wanted to do as they said their goodbyes was to tell Buck that he loved him. He doesn't feel like he's earned the right to say that to him yet, though. He has to earn it.

With that in mind, he starts packing a bag, calling Hen to see if she and Karen would be able to babysit Chris while Eddie is in Texas.

Dhdhjajsiejsj so sorry about that again, hope you enjoy (and thanks again to that person who sent that other ask, bc that was an amazing blurb they sent 😌) 😭😭😭

#sorry it took me forever to post #i am bad at posting auierhgihef #but this is a fantastic continuation <3 #i was ecstatic when i got this in my inbox !!! #ALSO CAN I JUST SAY #the line about statistics about babies born in cars was so ON POINT #i died #thanku anon #this made me emotional at work euohrgwriojf #ask #anons