#y’all knOW he probably reached out to Eddie right after

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Holy fuck, yall. SO MUCH happened. Had to delete Tumblr for a day (or, as it turns out, like, 8) but I’m back!! Y’all get TWO parts today and then another in two days to keep us on schedule.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27

Dinner is filled with raised voices, back and forth, thinking of and discarding plan after plan, until an agreement is reached. Joyce takes her kids home soon after, and helps ferry some of the other kids as well. Nancy takes Mike and Robin. Steve winks at Robin as she leaves, resulting in her sticking her tongue out at him.

Then it’s just Steve and Eddie, Alli having given Steve a look before taking her leave and heading upstairs to her room.

“So,” Eddie says with a grin, holding up his lunchbox.

Steve swallows the noise that wants to come out. “Please,” he says instead, leading the way to the back door before freezing just inside, realizing what had happened just a few days ago. “Um,” he says embarrassedly, “how do you feel about roofs?”

Eddie gives him an odd little look before replying. “In general?” He asks, though his smile reveals he knows what Steve means.

Steve chuckles. “Y’know what? If you have actual opinions, I want to hear them.”

“D’you know they’re made differently depending on where you are? Because the type of weather? They’re steeper here than in, say, Florida, ‘cause we get snow and Florida doesn’t, and snow is heavy and can cause your roof to cave in if too much settles on top. Also if you live in areas that get a lot of snow, don’t grow weed in your attic, ‘cause the heat will cause the snow to melt on just that one part of your roof.”

Steve blinks. “That’s… actually really interesting.”

Eddie grins. “Isn’t it?” His grin falls when Steve opens the door to his room. “Speak now or forever hold your peace, Stevie-boy, ‘cause I’ve got opinions on your room.”

Steve sighs. “I think I’ve probably heard it all before, but go right ahead. Surprise me. You’re good at that anyways.”

Eddie gives him another odd look before looking around. “Seriously, if you don’t want me to say anything, I won’t. I mean, it’ll be hard, but-”

Steve snorts. “No, go ahead, I wanna hear it.”

He wanders over to the desk, picks up the phone, and brings it to his ear before saying to Steve, “the seventies are calling. It wants…” he gestures around, “all of this back.”

Steve snorts, drawing a hand over his face to hold in a laugh. “That all you got?”

“Hey, that was a good one,” Eddie retorts, then looks around again as his smile falls. “I dunno, man. I get that I don’t really know you, but… this doesn’t really feel like you.” He tilts his head. “Besides maybe that car,” he gestures to the picture, “but… is that the stock photo?”

Steve hums. “Probably. My mom decorated it. I didn’t have much say. Well,” he considers, “any say, really.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Can I ask about them?”

“Who?”

“Your parents.”

“Oh.” Steve shrugs. “Sure. There’s not much to say. They’re not terrible, just… absent. I mean, my dad can be an asshole sometimes, but that’s just dads, right? But he’s always gone on business trips and my mom thinks he’s cheating on her—she’s probably not wrong, by the way—so she goes with him.”

Eddie blinks. “Your dad sounds like a dick.”

Steve snorts. “Well, his name is Richard.”

Eddie’s eyes light up. “His one redeeming feature.”

“His name?”

“Exactly what it says on the tin,” Eddie nods.

He’s so earnest, so ridiculous, Steve can’t hold back the laugh. He leads Eddie out onto the roof, extending him a hand as he crawls out the window and staying behind him as they crawl up, a misguided hope of being able to catch Eddie if he were to fall.

They make it up unscathed, however, and Steve watches as Eddie lights a pre-rolled blunt, taking the first drag and releasing it—and the tension in his shoulders—before handing it over to Steve, who inhales deeply before immediately coughing. “Fuck, man,” he says, laughing, “I forgot I haven’t smoked much yet.”

Eddie raises a brow. “Yeah? You do it a lot in four years?”

Steve shrugs. “Not a lot, maybe, but definitely more.”

Eddie hums in response before accepting the joint back. “So tell me,” he says after a few minutes. “We’re actually friends? Or ‘s this more of a keep your friends close and your enemies closer type thing?”

Steve huffs a laugh. “I can definitely see how you’d think that,” he admits. “But no, this is… it’s friends. We’re friends. Or I’d like to be, at least.”

Eddie grins at him. “You don’t seem too bad,” he teases. “I guess I could stand being friends with you.”

“Oh, well I’m so glad I meet your standards.” He grins lazily before taking another hit. “If it makes more sense to you this way, we can just say this is reason enough,” he says, holding the joint up. “Cause man, I tried another dealer, and I dunno what he had but it sure as hell wasn’t this.”

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[emolooswrld]

The other woman

part one

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, strong language, angst galore, cheating, jealousy, chrissy being a cunt, bullying. i think that’s it, if there’s anything else lmk

summary: it had been two days since your encounter with eddie in the woods and eddie had asked you to meet him in again to explain himself. everything seemed to finally fall into place until someone had overheard you both in the woods and they were not happy about it.

note: pt.2 as requested🥰 and before you ask, yes there will be a pt.3! im sorry in advance for this. ik y’all want that happy ending but i just cant make it that easy. all ill say is don’t stop reading👀

It had been two days since your encounter with Eddie. You had isolated yourself in your bedroom. You barely ate, you barely slept, you barely even moved. You hadn’t been to school and your friends were starting to worry about you, Robin in particular.

You woke up to Robin bursting through your bedroom door. “Y/N! Where have you been?? I’ve been forced to hang out with Steve and he’s great but you know how annoying he is with girls and all-“ she stopped mid-sentence after seeing the state you were in. You couldn’t say you blamed her.

You hadn’t showered, your hair was a mess, and you still had left over mascara under your eyes from crying. “What happened? You look horrible-“ Robin clasped her hand over her mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just- you know, you definitely don’t look your best.” You sighed. “It’s a long story.” Robin sat on the end of your bed. “I have time.”

You told Robin all about you and Eddie. When you finally finished, you didn’t think you'd ever seen Robin speechless before. Her eyes were wide and her jaw slack. After what felt like an eternity, Robin finally spoke. “Okay, a lot to digest here. First off, what an asshole! I mean seriously. Do you want me to talk to Steve? Maybe he could bring out the bat.” For the first time since you had left the woods with Eddie, you smiled. “Robin, I think you’re forgetting Steve has never once won a fight.” “Yeah you’re right. I’d probably do more damage than him. And that’s saying something!” You laughed at that. “I appreciate the gesture, but I really don’t think seeing Eddie get beaten up will make me feel any better.”

Robin had talked you into finally taking a shower. Mostly by commenting on how much you smelled, but it worked nonetheless. She also made you eat something that wasn’t just a bite of toast. You were beyond grateful to have her as your best friend.

After you finished eating, Robin asked “So what are you going to do? You can’t just stay cooped up in your room forever. Don’t let him have that power over you.” Maybe it was because of how Robin had said it or maybe it was because you had finally gotten a clear head, whatever it was, you had agreed with her and decided you would go back to school tomorrow. Regardless if Eddie was there or not.

As you pulled into the school parking lot, you were immediately filled with regret. There he was, perched up against the side of his van with Chrissy right next to him. You swore your stomach dropped all the way to your toes. Thankfully, Robin had offered to ride to school with you. She instantly noticed the scene unfolding in front of you.

“Hey, don’t let it bother you. You’re the bigger person, remember?” She rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. You took a deep breath. “I’m the bigger person. Got it.” “You’re damn right you are!” You giggled, your nerves finally subsiding. “Okay, let’s go.”

As you made your way towards the entrance of the school, you could feel Eddie’s eyes burning a whole into your back. You tried your absolute best to shake it off. You stared ahead, not daring to spare him a glance.

Your day went by surprisingly fast. You had managed to not run into Eddie or Chrissy in the hallways. You actually thought you might get through the day without any drama. Until you reached your locker.

As soon as you opened your locker, a folded up piece of paper fluttered out onto the floor. You looked around to see if anyone was in the hallway, no one was. Slowly you bent down to pick up the piece of paper. As you unfolded it, you immediately recognized the handwriting. Your heart dropped.

Meet me at our spot during lunch. I’ll explain everything.

- E

You re-read the note about 10 times before you could even begin to process what it said. Your first instinct was to rip up the note into a million pieces, but then your feelings took over. You debated telling Robin and asking her what she thought you should do, but before you knew it the lunch bell rang and you were already making your way through the football field and into the woods.

It was like you were on autopilot. You reached the picnic table in the woods before you even knew what was happening. As soon as you saw him, you had to fight the urge to turn around and leave.

He was faced away from you. His chocolate brown curls flowing slightly due to the wind. He was wearing his usual leather jacket with a flannel underneath, paired with black jeans. You stood there for a few minutes, just observing him. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of a twig snap, that he finally turned around.

When his eyes met yours, he looked relieved. As if he was expecting you not to show up. “Hi.” Eddie sounded nervous, you didn’t think you’d ever heard him sound so unsure of himself. “I don’t have a lot of time so say what you need to say.” It came out more harsh than you had intended, but it’s not like he didn’t deserve it.

“Okay.” He paused. “Look, I didn’t mean for what I said the other day to come out how it did. I was never using you. It’s just- there’s a reason why I didn’t want to break up with Chrissy.” There was something behind his eyes you couldn’t quite make out. “And that reason being?” You questioned.

“I was scared.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I’ve always been the freak. Hell- I’ve been bullied almost all my life. And when I started dating Chrissy, everyone finally stopped messing with me. Not that I really even cared what other people thought about me, it’s just nice to finally get some peace and quiet. I was scared that if I broke up with her, it’ll become even worse than it was before. And it’s not that I don’t like Chrissy, she’s great. But she’s not you.”

It was silent for a while after that. You took time to truly take in everything Eddie had said. On one hand, you really did understand his reasoning. You had watched him get called names and get into fights. You had always felt horrible about it, he never deserved any of it.

On the other hand, you still didn’t know if you could forgive Eddie for what he had said to you. You didn’t know how you were ever going to be able to trust him again. “So, where does this leave us?” You had finally asked.

“I know it was only two days, but not being around you or seeing you made me realize that I don’t care about the name-calling, the fights, or what anyone has to say about me. I want to be with you. And I know I was an asshole. I truly am sorry about how I acted. I know I need to get my shit together and I will. If you still want this, I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I- I love you.”

You couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered when those three words left Eddie’s mouth. He sounded so genuine. You knew it would take time for things to get back to where they were. You needed to be able to trust him again for this to ever work.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally spoke. “I love you too, Eddie. I always have and that’s why I need to be able to trust you for this to work. I don’t want to get hurt again, I can’t get hurt again. We can’t just go back to how things were between us. It’s going to take time and effort.” You looked up at him, waiting for his response.

“I know that it’ll take time and I’m willing to put in the effort. I’m so sorry I hurt you and I promise I never will again. I’ll break things off with Chrissy tonight and I’ll take you out on a real date this Saturday.” He paused. “I really did mean everything I told you. It’s you and only you. I love you y/n.”

Eddie's brown, doe eyes stared into your own, searching desperately for an answer. You knew you were never going to hear the end about this from Robin or any of your friends for that matter, but you decided to give him one last chance. If he broke this promise, that was it.

“Okay.” That was all you could manage to say. “Okay?” Eddie asked with a relieved smile. You nodded. Before either of you could say anything else, the bell rang. “I gotta get back, but meet me here tomorrow and we can talk more.” Eddie said as he made his way to the trail. You watched as his figure disappeared into the trees. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you slowly walked back to school. Maybe everything would finally work out as you hoped.

Neither of you knew that Chrissy had seen Eddie slip the note into your locker. She followed him into the woods. She had heard everything from her place behind a tree. Chrissy was livid and she wanted revenge.

The rest of your day went smoothly. You couldn’t contain the excitement you felt. You were finally getting what you wanted. Everything seemed to be falling into place. Then it happened.

The final bell rang and you had made your way to your locker. Only to see a group of students gathered around it. They were giggling and snickering. You shoved your way through the crowd. The sight in front of you made you want to throw up.

“Home wrecking slut” was written across your locker in bright red marker. Everyone was pointing and laughing at you. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You turned to try and run into the bathroom before the tears fell from your eyes, but Chrissy stopped you.

“You fucking slut. You really thought you could sleep around with my boyfriend behind my back and I wouldn’t find out? Are you that desperate for attention?” You could feel the tears running down your cheeks. “Are you really fucking crying right now? God you’re pathetic.” You shoved passed Chrissy before she could say anything else. You could hear the laughter of everyone behind you.

You ran to the parking lot, trying desperately to get to your car before you could run into anyone else. The universe, apparently, was not on your side today. Your eyes were so blurry from crying that you didn’t see the person in front of you before you ran into them.

“Woah! Hey y/n, what’s wrong?” You didn’t even have to look up to know that it was Eddie. Of fucking course. “Are you serious?” You screamed at him. “What? What the hell happened?” Eddie tried to grab your hands but you pulled them away from his grasp. “Don’t play dumb Eddie. I know you told Chrissy about us. Did you tell her to write that shit on my locker too? After everything you told me in the woods today? It was all a trick right? To pay me back for not wanting to hook up with you anymore. And to think I actually fucking believed you. God I’m so fucking stupid.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t tell Chrissy anything!” You scoffed at him. “Yeah right. I’m done. Fuck you Eddie” you shoved passed him. You could hear him calling after you, but you ignored him. The second you got in your car you drove off. You didn’t know where you were going or what you were doing. All you knew is that you were done with Eddie Munson, for good.

What you didn’t know was that Eddie genuinely had no idea what you were talking about. But he was going to find out.

No matter what.

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[mamibaddie]

Okay!! I finally wrote out how perv!bestfriend!Eddie x reader start dating. The next ones will obviously be more smutty but in the format of the other ones. I haven’t had much motivation lately with writing but I hope this is still enjoyable. I’m trying to work through my writers block with plans for my WIP and two other new stories I’m planning for this cozy fall. If you haven’t already, or if you need a refresher, I suggest reading the other parts of Perv!bestfriend!Eddie so that you can kinda understand what’s going on. I’m not sure if I ever have but I wanted to thank y’all so much for enjoying my Perv!bestfriend!Eddie mini stories! It means a lot to me that people enjoy them and look forward to them. Please let me know what you think!!

As always, 18+ only!! Contains smut. Minors DNI!!

This is it. Todays the day. Eddie was finally going to work up the nerve to ask you on a date and be his girlfriend. After many, many months of excruciating teasing from both sides, he decided to put his feelings and heart out there. He had teetered back and forth with whether or not to actually do it. He had assumed that everything you’ve said and done were flirtations. However, there was a side of him that thought maybe you were making fun of him. He knew he was a bit of a perv and toed the line of boundaries one too many times.

That didn’t stop his mind from wandering. It also didn’t stop his heart from wishing. It was now nighttime. The tail end of summer in the air. It was still unreasonably hot out, but some cool air would come in and wrap around you. It was rather welcoming, considering you two were on the second blunt of the night. Eddie had drank three beers in a lame attempt to calm his jangled nerves. You were nursing your first wine cooler for the evening. You typically liked the fruity, sweet type of alcoholic drinks. Before you, Eddie only had beers stocked at his trailer. But since you started coming around more and he started falling for you, he realized what kind of alcoholic drinks were your favorites. Hence why he now keeps both beers AND wine coolers stocked at his trailer. So, when he looked over at you, he knew he might as well do it now.

“H-hey, uh-“ he cleared his throat before mumbling your name. Your head slowly turned over and a grin spread across your face.

“Yes, Eddie, my love?” You let out a little snicker. You always called him that and it made his heart flutter. It was the corniest thing ever, and the if it was anyone else he’d probably scoff but the fact that it was you; made all the difference.

He stammered before clearing his throat. “I have something to tell you…”. You looked him in the eyes and based on his tense and serious demeanor, you knew it was serious. You tilted your body towards him to let him know that he had your undivided attention. Which should’ve comforted him but only made him more nervous. “Okay, what’s up?” You ask. Taking a drag of the blunt before passing it back to him.

He puts it between his lips and inhales a large amount. He slowly let it leave his lungs in a last ditch effort to calm his jangled nerves and figure out the right words to say. “Well,” puffs of smoke escaping out of his mouth and nose, “it’s more of a question to ask you. Actually, uh, it’s both.”

You gave him a look that let him know he can continue. He whispered an okay and took a deep breath. That’s another thing he’s always liked about you. You were patient with him. It might slightly irritate you at times, but you allowed him the space he needs enable to gather his thoughts. “I…kinda, sorta…like you…a lot. I don’t really know how to say it or to put it into words but, you’re so…” you were expecting him to say hot but instead he said, “…captivating. Interesting, even…um…” he began to rub his hands up and down his thighs, something he did to calm himself down. You reached out to put your hand on top of his. “Eddie,” he looks up to look at you in the eyes. “I like you too…sorta, kinda.” You rolls your eyes playfully and laugh. He lets out a sigh of relief mixed with laughter. “Really?” You smile at him. “Really, really.”

“Well, in that case, I was wondering if you’d wanna be my girlfriend?” You smile at him while biting your lip. You nod your head. “I can’t believe it took you this long to ask me. I was about to lose hope, ya know.”

“Wait… you knew that I liked you?”

“Eddie, it’s so painfully obvious. You didn’t know I liked you too? With all the, you know, reciprocating I was doing.”

He looks back at the times you both teased one another and played the game of cat and mouse. The longer he thought about it, the redder his cheeks got, and the harder he became.

“Besides,” you say, rubbing your hands up his thighs and leaning closer into him. “I’ve been wanting to know if the rumors are true.”

“W-what rumors?” He gulps. The closer you get, the more he can smell your perfume and it almost has his eyes rolling back.

“You know,” you look at his lips, “how much of a freak are you really Eddie?” He whimpers and you lean in to kiss him. It started of slow and gentle at first, and became lustful and hungry. Especially on Eddie’s end.

He broke away from the kiss breathlessly. “Do you really wanna know?” You nodded. You gently grab one of his wrists and pull it towards you. You guide his finger past your flimsy shorts to feel your bare pussy. “Do you feel that Eddie?” You moan and in turn he lets out a groan. “I get so turned on thinking about you Eddie.” You push two of his fingers into you. You start moving his fingers in and out of you. “Do you hear that?” The gushy noise of how wet you are, rang throughout Eddie’s room. “O-oh fuck.” Eddie groaned. “That’s all for you.” Eddie looked up from the image of seeing his fingers being pushed inside you, in and out. You were so turned on that his fingers were drenched. You both looked into each other’s eyes before he pulled his fingers out of you and moved to hover on top of you.

“Get ready sweetheart.” He said, looking you in the eyes. Before popping the two fingers that were in you into his mouth. You moaned at the sight. You thought he was going to reach to unbuckle his belt but he moves off the bed and towards his wall. He got his handcuffs off of the nail and turned to you with a mischievous grin.

“Ever been handcuffed before?”

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[satashiiwrites]

Snippet Sunday

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Banner by me.

Title: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 13: Eddie POV

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings: Buddie, McDanno, platonic Deacon/Hondo

Fic summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him

Tags/warnings: first draft. NavySeal!Buck. Slow burn (look it took us 170k almost to get to the first kiss), first time, get together, set post tsunami/lawsuit era.

The nurse gives him a warm blanket to wrap around himself while he waits for someone to read his scan.  Eddie falls into a light doze and is woken several times by the orthopedist and then again by the nurse and neurosurgeon telling him that he’s cleared to leave sometime around five AM local time.  

Each time he wakes, he reaches for Buck only to see the rigid line of his back through the tiny slit window in the door. Buck is never looking back at him, and Eddie knows he’s got his work cut out for him to knock whatever bullshit Buck’s been telling himself about Eddie being taken is his fault out of Buck’s thick skull. 

But first, Eddie needs Buck to willingly be in the same room as him. 

Danny Williams shows up at the time that Eddie is handed his discharge papers. Buck has disappeared in search of a wheelchair despite Eddie’s protests that he can walk out of the hospital. Eddie is irritable, hasn’t slept in what feels like ages, and wants a real shower. 

“Danny Williams—I’m a lieutenant with 5-0, which I’m sure you know.”

“I have heard of you,” Eddie admits as he shakes Danny’s hand. “Any chance you can get me a shower so I don’t smell like roadkill left out in the heat for two days?”

“Sorry, no can do. We need everything on you for evidence and then pictures.”

“For trial?”

“Yes. Assuming we go that route,” Danny mutters the last part, but he hands Eddie a set of hospital scrubs and allows Eddie to change in private, leaving his clothes, including his boots, in a large paper bag. He won’t wear his boots without socks, and Danny has provided a set of flip-flops that are the right size. 

“We’ll get you some regular clothes after the CSIs have their pictures, and you can use the showers at our headquarters. You signed the release, letting us use your records for the case?”

“Yeah. Where’s Buck? Did he have to go to LA for that wheelchair I don’t need?”

Danny snorts and smothers his laughter, ice-blue eyes dancing. “You give him a run for his money, don’t you?”

“I guess?”

Danny waves off Eddie’s confusion. “He saw me coming and hightailed it somewhere. He’ll be back once he’s talked himself into something possibly macho but extremely bullshit about you getting hurt.”

“It wasn’t his fault,” Eddie repeats yet again, scowling at Danny. 

“That’s the attitude. Keep repeating it until he believes it. The kid is too much like Steve and needs to have his little brood session before you knock him straight. He was terrified for you, so let him have it now.”

“Okay…?”

“I’m sure you don’t need my lecture on the care and feeding of your Seal?”

“I know how to take care of Buck,” Eddie firmly states. He doesn’t need to be told anything to care for Buck as long as they’re talking to each other. If Buck keeps hiding from him, he might take an assist from Kono if she’s available, but he doesn’t know Danny, and McGarrett will probably be on Buck’s side in things and be unhelpful if he needs to pin his partner down. 

“Again, I’m sure you do. Just remember he’s a bit tender about you being kidnapped.”

“How could I forget,” Eddie says, pointing to the bruising on his face. It didn’t hurt since he was given some Tylenol and ice, but it was pretty spectacular looking in the glance he’d gotten in a mirror. 

Buck picks then to reappear with a wheelchair, and he pales at Eddie pointing to his bruises.  

“Buck,” Eddie calls, stopping him from disappearing again. He may play it up a bit how stiff he feels when he stands and hobbles to the wheelchair, making Buck hover. Give Eddie a few hours in the sun, a shower, and a nap, and Eddie will be good as new and ready to sit on Buck if necessary to make him listen to what Eddie has to say. 

“Let’s get the show on the road. The sooner we get your photo shoot done, the quicker we let you shower,” Danny reminds him as Buck pushes him out of the ER.  

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[itspkuwu]

Double D’s Sticky Notes Headcanon

Yup. That’s right. Double D draws the heart. Not his mom. He does that for EVERY sticky note.

And as we know, he’s called “Double D” for a reason. Because his name, Eddward, has two Ds. Well guess what…

LOOK. She only writes his name with one D. Which just makes this even sadder. His own mother can’t even remember how to spell her sons’ name correctly.

And for the final cherry on this feels cake

Notice how THIS sticky note not only has two Ds, but isn’t a chore that has to be done. It’s a heartfelt message. When Double D cries, he has no choice but the comfort himself. And this is how he does it. HE wrote this specific sticky note. Not his mom. And he just tried to lie to himself to dry his own tears.

And yes, this is connected to my headcanon about why he wears that beanie, which I will explain now for those who haven’t seen it.

The text in the picture above is a tad outdated, so here’s the undated explanation:

There’s a big red and purple scar under Double D’s hat. When he was extremely little, probably just a few weeks before reaching 2, his curiosity found him in the middle of a dodgeball game with much older kids who teased him for being bad at the game. Later on, Double D built a machine that would launch dodgeballs like rapid fire. He met those same kids and again and used his invention in the next game. Something went wrong, and he, along with the other kids there were sent to the hospital, leaving him with the scar. His parents were utterly ashamed of his actions. The young genius they were raising had turned out to be a monster. Thus, they thought it was better to move to Peach Creek to try and leave this tragic event in their lives behind. Poor Double D is constantly reminded of the guilt whenever his hat is removed. And his parents, now distant and somewhat afraid of their son, communicate with him through sticky notes.

And yes, his mother stopped rubbing his feet with oil after the incident.

She spent the most time with Double D when he was a baby, and before the incident, they were as close as a strict business woman and a genius baby could be. She and his father raised him to do better for the world, but after that dodgeball game… they viewed their son as a failure. The two went on to get extra longer job shifts to intentionally avoid almost all forms of contact. And knowing that “Eddward” was responsible enough to fend for himself, they began to communicate with him through sticky notes, leaving him to look after their new house in the cul de sac.

Yeah… his parents kinda suck… but at least he met Ed and Eddy shortly after the move :)

Lemme known y’all thoughts!!

#ed edd n eddy #eene double d #cartoon network #eene headcanons #headcanons #my artwork #sticky notes #bad parenting #very very bad parenting #yeah I’m really sympathetic for these characters #poor baby #crying #scars

[simply-a-simp]

‘86 Baby | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader pt. 1 (18+)

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Summary: Finally, after two previous attempts, Edward “Eddie” Munson has finally graduated high school. In the months following his shining achievement, Eddie starts a job as a mechanic, gets the trailer to himself, and even moves his girlfriend, y/n, in with him. What could be better than spending his time with his sweetheart??

Fucking her.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: This is my first lil’ fic! I hope you guys enjoy the absolute porn that this is. I need to get myself back into the groove of writing (and deal with trying to find a different job) but once I do, boy, y’all best look out! Anyways, please enjoy! My ask box is also open so send me any requests you want to read :)

Also: I’m adding a little bit of lore, character building, relationship building, whatever you want to call it into the work since I kinda want to make everything in each fandom’s universe like it’s own little canon? Like, e.g.; Steve and his partner go to the county fair or something in one fic, maybe in another Eddie and his partner go to the county fair and see Steve and his partner doing something they did in the other fic; or something like that lol!

Tags: 18+, MINORS DNI., porn w/ plot (if you squint), smut, rough sex, female anatomy terms, fingering, oral sex (f rec.), choking, spitting, established relationship, dirty talk, Eddie is a mechanic :), ugh just writing that was sexy, Eddie also has a small inner crisis over the term “daddy”

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“It’s my year… ‘86 baby.”

The small town of Hawkins, Indiana all gathered together under the florescent gymnasium lights to watch the class of 1986 graduate and go along their ways to becoming college students, parents, or whatever other path they chose to pursue. The crowd grew silent, besides the screams from the Hellfire Club and those close to the graduate, as Edward Munson’s name was called and the rocker slowly made his way to the stage. He looked to his people, held up a rock sign, blew a kiss to a certain [h/c] haired girl wearing his vest, “Way to go Eddie!” Her voice reached his ears and the man gave a triumphant huff before he walked the stage.

He slowly approached where Principal Higgins was standing, his hand extended for a handshake. Eddie just grinned, held up a middle finger, grabbed the diploma from the mans hand, and bolted out of the gym, those cheering for him in the stands rushing out after him.

“There she is… my inspiration…” Eddie smirked as she approached him.

[Y/N]. She was the girl of his ever loving dreams and somehow he was lucky enough to have her as his. The two had met when she transferred to Hawkins High from a nearby school her junior year, his first senior year. She was immediately on his radar and soon he was asking her to join Hellfire and the two had been history since. “You know, if it wasn’t for you, [y/n], I probably wouldn’t have been able to pass Mrs. O’Donnell’s class. All that studying we did really made a big difference, hm?” Delete Created with Sketch.

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“[y/n] I hear ya’ callin’

but I can’t come home right now\~”

Eddie sung out as he strummed a few open fret chords on his guitar, his eyes turning towards the cozy bundle of blankets that was giggling on his bed, “Well well. I wonder where [y/n] is? Usually she’s rushing up to greet me when I get home. Oh well.. I might as well.. take a NAP!” He shouted as he pulled back the covers, leaning down to capture his love’s plump lips in a warm kiss.

“Personally… I think you’re gonna give KISS a run for their money…” She sat up, stretching out before she stood, her feet getting swept out from under her as he was picking her up and carrying her towards a cleared space on his dresser top, “So.. how was work? Did you get to work on any cool cars today?” She hummed and swung her legs and he pulled his hair back and changed his shirt, giving her a kiss each time he would pass by her.

“Hmm… well… That truck that you think it just soooo sexy came in for an oil change. I told him that my girl always says it’s her dream truck every time we see it. I have to tell you he was rather flattered… blushed, even; I might have to be keepin’ a closer eye on you…” He said huskily, pressing a rough kiss to the corner of her mouth before his lips trailed down to roam over her neck. He left a few hickeys in his wake, going back every now and then to leave another kiss on top of his marks, “But… fuck me… I couldn’t get you out of my fucking head… all… day… I was just thinking about this morning…” He nearly purred, reminiscing against her skin as his fingers fluttered under the hem of her shirt and traced gentle patterns over her stomach.

“Mmh… well I couldn’t get you off my mind… all I did after your uncle left for work was lay in bed, smoke some pot, and let my mind wander thinking aaallllll about you,” She purred, her hips rotating to meet his palm as he held her hips, squeezing the flesh, “My poor little fingers got all cramped up… they just don’t feel as good as yours, baby…” Her voice came out as a near whimper as his hands found her breasts, his fingers brushing over her perky nipples; he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers and basked in her whimper.

“Oh~? So, tell me, my beloved; what did you do? Tell me all about it…” A grin spread across his flushed face as his eyes seemed to darken with lust, the once rich forest of browns and green specks now hidden behind a dark cloud of desire. Without wasting another moment, Eddie scooped her up and carried her towards their bed, laying her amongst their messy bedding, “I want you to tell me every. single. things. you. did.” He said through gritted teeth, his ring-adorned fingers moving to tug at the delicate fabric of her panties as they peaked out from under his favorite DIO shirt she had decided to sport that day.

“E… Everything?” She whimpered.

“Everything.” He demanded back to her, the straining bulge fighting in his jeans getting some relief as he rubbed himself up against her thigh, “How did you touch yourself? What did you think about… was it me? Who did you fucking cum for.” He nearly rambled with desperate eyes on her, “C’mon baby… please… let me hear that pretty mouth tell me how you want me to fuck you…”

Y/n felt her heart drop into her cunt as his thumb made contact with her sensitive, eager clit, “W… Well… I was listening to the newest W.A.S.P. vinyl we got and Love Machine came on and I just got to thinking about the night we got that record…” She blushed, her flush only deepening when Animal (Fuck Like a Beast) came on over the tape deck’s speakers, the opening riff sending a shiver down her spine.

My fingers worked those tight, precise circles over my puffy, aching clit, just like he does. Only, I need more… My fingers dipped lower to press against my waiting core and no longer could I hold back my sob of his name, “Oh… Oh Eddie!”

By the time she was done reminiscing, she was already getting all of her fantasies brought to life. Eddie had tossed her panties aside, his fingers slipping through her slick folds a few times; he let them stop and draw spirals over her swollen clit a few times, “Jesus H. Christ your cunt is fucking dripping…” he groaned before he was burying his fingers to the rings inside of her.

“Oh god!!” She cried out as his fingers curled against the spongey wall of her g-spot, his fingers thrusting roughly against the sensitive spot as he leaned down to devour her pussy in an opened mouth kiss.

A soft ‘y/n…’ left Eddie’s mouth between groans and kisses, her taste on his tongue just feeling like too much for the man’s brain to handle. He pulled back, tugging her clit along with him, “Fuck… c’mere…” He groaned, his hands gripping her hips and holding them to his face as he desperately suckled on her clit, his tongue working as well on the bud to get her legs flailing as he made her cum for the first time that night. Eddie lapped up all of her juices and left a few more kisses to her overstimulated clit, “Heh… sorry can’t - mph - get enough of this delicious fucking pussy…” He confessed as he dived back in, his expert set of tools having her gushing on his tongue again in no time. He dropped her hips after he helped her ride out her orgasm on his tongue, Eddie roughly fighting his way out of his pants and boxers. His thick, pierced cock sprung up to greet her and she moved to get on her kneed for him, though she didn’t get far. His guitar-calloused fingers dug into her thighs as he got her back on her back, his hands pushing her glistening thighs apart, “You ready for it, baby?”

She nodded shakily and as soon as he began to press his fat cock into her she threw her head back and let out a moan of pleasure. He pulled out and tried again, pushing all the way in with one swift thrust; a howl left y/n’s throat as her lover stretched her into his shape. Y/n wasn’t the only one struggling though as a strangled moan came from Eddie, his mind breaking over just how tight and wet and warm his darling little lover’s cunt was. He took some time to let her adjust and get used to his size before she nodded a little and let him know he could move. Eddie, even though he wanted to work his way up and be gentle with her a little bit, he went right to pounding her cute little ass into the mattress.

“Oh god!! Eddie! H.. Harder daddy!!” She nearly screamed before his hand was wrapped around her throat, his brain processing what she had just let slip from her lips so casually. He nodded his head a little with a smirk and added more force to his thrusts, the harsh slapping from their skin meeting echoing through the trailer. Eddie could have sworn that with the way the bed was slamming against the wall that the entire trailer had to be quaking.

“That fucking face you’re making is just… fuck…” he groaned as he leaned forward to grab the Polaroid camera sitting on the bedside stand. He held the camera above them, pulled her head back a little with her hair, and snapped a picture of the two. He handed the printed picture to a brain dead y/n for her to shake while he sat the camera back down and went back to fucking her even stupider than she already was.

‘I do whatever I want to, to ya,

I’ll nail your ass to the sheets;

A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya,

I fuck like a beast!’

The music from the speakers blared on as Eddie’s hips matched with the pounding rhythm of the W.A.S.P. song. He hummed along to it through grit teeth as his hands hooked under the backs of y/n’s knees; he then folded her in half and put her into a mating press before he began to hammer his hips into her, “Fuck I wish we could handle the risk of a kid right now… I want to breed the ever loving fuck out of you, y/n, baby~” the metal head purred as she tightened up around him, the admission of such primal desire sending a burning heat right to her core.

“W… Wait… Eddie… I got on the pill…” She said softly, both of their faces lighting up with mere glee, “Please daddy… I want all of you…” She said softly with a smile on her kiss bruised lips. She barely had time to think after she stopped speaking as a yelp slipped from her lips, Eddie now brutally pounding her into the mattress; his heavy balls slapping against her ass as he pushed more and more towards finally getting to fill her up for the very first time.

“Shit babe… you’re gonna cum, huh?” Eddie huffed with a chuckle as his stomach rested against hers, his lips locking with hers in a messy embrace. His thrusts had slowed to deep, harsh gyrations of his hips as he watched y/n struggle to keep her mind intact and her eyes focused as he got her right to the edge.

Then he stopped.

“letmecum… soclose…” she slurred and tried to push her hips against him for any kind of friction.

“Hehehe… what are the *magic words, *my beautiful, fair maiden?” He teased, his voice in an accent she recognized as her D&D character’s lover, Mithralika (named with a play on Metallica, of course).

“Please… sire?”

“No.”

“P… Please… Master…?” She whimpered as the title left her lips.

Eddie smirked and began pounding into her as his palm pressed against the bulge in her belly from each thrust of his fat cock. His thumb found her clit and began to rub desperately over her clit as they both chased their highs. Y/n came first with a wild howl of her name, Eddie following right after her. A growl grumbled deep in his chest as he pulled back and slammed into her, laying his weight into her pussy as he filled her past the brim with his thick, white cum. Eddie grabbed the Polaroid camera still on the nightstand and pulled out slowly, taking a snap of his cum leaking out of the love of his life’s pretty, abused cunny. Once again, Y/n was handed the picture and she shook it, blushing when she he snatched it and slipped the very graphic photo into his wallet on the nightstand.

Eddie stood and stopped y/n quickly as she started to stand as well, “Oh no no no no, you get to stay here. Let me get you some water and I’ll get you a nice hot bubble bath started up,” He said with a gentle voice and smiled at her, giving her a soft kiss when she nodded before he disappeared down the hallway. He came back shortly with a glass of water and left to go run her a bath. He eventually came back with her favorite robe and slippers in his hands, “C’mon my dear, lets get you in the bath.” He smiled and took her still-trembling hand.

The slow walk to the bathroom was filled with sweet giggled and soft kisses as y/n tried her hardest to walk on her very wobbly legs. She settled down into the oat and honey scented bubble bath and looked up at Eddie with puppy dog eyes when he turned to leave,

“Join me?”

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#stranger things s4 #eddie munson #stranger things imagines #stranger things smut #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things headcanons #stranger things drabbles #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x y/n

[xenon-demon]

WIP Wednesday ✒️

Tagged by @stobinesque - thank you so very much!!

RULES:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

WIPs:

steddie domestic hairwashing

steve overstimulation projection manifesto

cheerscoops fake dating season 3 au (steddie/buckingham)

when you come back, it's gravity (kas!steve au)

med student steve & nurse eddie who is sick of his shit

Gonna be real with y’all, the only WIP I’ve wrote anything for in the last week is #2 because it’s been A Week. (Also don’t let the WIP name fool you I mean overstimulation in the autistic kind of way, not the kink way lmao)

No pressure whatsoever buuuut I’m gonna tag @onirislanding and @sailors-ink!

Snippet from “steve overstimulation projection manifesto” (under a cut for length):

This time, however, his alarm clock says it’s only 1:27 AM. What’s more, it was even on his nightstand this time. Sure, Eddie had to move a bunch of papers from his campaign planning and a magazine or two he’d haphazardly dumped there to be able to read it, but it was actually on the nightstand. Where it belongs. Eddie’s really winning in the game of life tonight.

His winning streak only continues as he hears the shuffle of footsteps and the squeak of the trailer door closing behind Steve. Because at this time, Eddie knows it has to be his boyfriend; Family Video closes at midnight on Saturday nights. Factor in the time it takes Steve to close up shop and then drive over to the trailer, and there you have- wait.

It definitely doesn’t take an hour and half for Steve to get home after work – even if Saturday is one of their busiest nights.

Eddie is suddenly struck by the realization that it’s one of those nights.

“Stevie? Sweetheart?” Eddie calls out. He starts standing up, gingerly stepping over the notebook and loose pages scattered around his feet so he doesn’t crush them. He’s got probably three half-songs’ worth of chords and tentative lyrics in there somewhere, he doesn’t want to lose them. By the time he’s done that, put his guitar down, and quickly scooped all his papers into a rough pile he can sort through later, Steve’s entered his bedroom.

He doesn’t even spare Eddie a glance before immediately planting face-first onto his mattress.

“Oh, baby,” Eddie coos, coming over to sit next to Steve on the bed. Steve makes a noise in acknowledgement, although it’s heavily muffled by the mattress. “Stevie, can I touch you?” Eddie gets another muffled noise in response to that, but this one sounds distinctly like an uh-huh. Taking the confirmation for what it is – this is not Eddie’s first rodeo with nights like these, after all – he reaches out and rubs a firm hand up and down Steve’s back.

Steve sighs contentedly at the contact, some of the tension slowly leeching out of his muscles. They sit like that for a few moments, Eddie half massaging him and half just letting him know he’s there, before Steve says something else. He says it directly into the mattress, just like before, so Eddie doesn’t understand a single word of it.

“Wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

Steve lets out an enormous sigh, and then turns his head to the side to face Eddie. “Wan’ you to lay on me,” he says, and it still comes out a bit slurred. Whether it’s from the way Steve’s cheek is still smushed into the mattress, or talking is just a bridge too far for his baby right now, Eddie doesn’t know and frankly, does not care.

“Sure thing. You want your work uniform off first?”

“Just the vest.” Steve’s eyes are shut, and there’s a faint frown between his brows. It’s adorable, and Eddie knows he’s going to do something stupid like bite Steve if he keeps looking at his gorgeous face, so he quickly busies himself with removing Steve’s work vest. It only takes the gentlest of encouragement for Steve to move his arms as needed, Eddie trying his best to take off the vest without making Steve feel unnecessarily constricted. As he does so, he hears Steve taking some deep breaths in and out, and he smiles.

That’s one of the things they both find helpful, when they get overwhelmed like this; taking a moment to just breathe, as deep as you can. Slowly, in and out, and feel the stretch of your chest expanding each time you breathe in. It’s grounding – and plus, it’s harder to freak out about something when you’re physically forcing yourself not to hyperventilate. Eddie knows he and Steve have very different levels of success on that front, though.

Now that Steve’s vest is gone, however – and Eddie’s just flung it somewhere across the room, deciding it’s Future Eddie and Steve’s problem – it’s time for what his darling boyfriend actually asked for.

#wip wednesday #Charlie writes things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #autistic steve harrington #aka ‘I had a bad day earlier this week and immediately made it steve harrington’s problem’ #was kinda hard to figure out where to cut out a snippet from this one so we kinda start mid train of thought lol #also! Steve’s deal with taking so long to get home is me projecting! because when I get overwhelmed I often end up just Sitting In The Car #for eons #when I really should be going in my house #EDIT: I FORGOT THE READ MORW #ITS THWRE NOW LMAO

[eddieslittleslutmuffin]

To Die For—Vamp!Eddie one shot

Pairing: Eddie x black!oc

wc: 500

a/n: hiii it’s been quite a min since I posted here, it’s Aug 8th 2023, but by the time you see this it’ll be Oct 1st. I thought I’d get back into Eddie by doing a 15-20 min sprint. After I procrastinated for 2 hrs of course. This is a raw piece, it has bare minimum editing, there really isn’t meant to be plot but if y’all really like it or I change my mind I may expand on it. Ao3 will probably see this first. Anywho, enjoy, and as always reblogs and comments are strongly recommended 🎃🧡

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Somehow Cheryl got sucked into going to Eleven’s halloween party, something about her big childlike eyes made it hard for her to say no. That and El wouldn't stop begging, and nagging about it. She stood at the entrance of Joy’s Californian home, drinks in hand, and an expression on her face that read she'd rather be anywhere but here. That is until, “Sinclair, didn’t expect to see you here.” Eddie Munson snaked a tattooed arm around her shoulder, Eddie has never been one for personal space amongst ‘friends’, he got a whiff of the older Sinclair sibling’s perfume, he pulled away before he got too excited, and did something he regretted. He cleared his throat, grabbed Chyrel by the wrist, and pulled her towards the kitchen. People were scattered everywhere, they spilled into all parts of the house, ‘I doubt this is what Joyce and Hopper meant when they told them to have fun while they were away.’ She grimaced to herself, Eddie handed her a red solo, and she drank from it without hesitation knowing she could trust him.

“Why are you shocked?” She asked him, her hip leaning against the counter, Eddie eyed her, it's been quite a while since he's seen her, since he—

“I just never took you for a party, ya Know I imagine you somewhere under the covers reading scary books.”

“Imagined, me?” She asked playfully, Cheryl took a step forward, it was no secret that they crushed on each other, but with recent events, neither of them had time to explore much more than friends.

“C.mon now, you know I think about you Cher.” Eddie cooed, his hand coming out to reach for her chin, the way he said her name in combination with his cold hands sent a shiver down her spine, and right between her thighs. Suddenly she couldn't think, at least not the way she wanted to, her mind taking her back to the heated kiss they shared last summer when they thought they were going to die.

“You have a funny way of showing it.” She sassed, Eddie closed the gap between them, his other hand coming around her waist, her scent engulfing him more intensely than before. ‘This is a dangerous game you're playing Eddie,’ he fought himself, but she was so close to him, and he couldn't take that for granted this time.

“I’m sorry, would you like me to try harder?” His lips curled slightly into a smirk, his eyes shown with mirth, Cheryls eye’s darted to his lips, she didn't even answer, she met him half way in a long over do kiss. His lips, too cold for California weather, but at this moment she didn't give a damn. The world is no longer ending, it's Halloween, and the love of her life is standing right in front of her. The two of them stood in the midst of a dancing frenzy, lips intertwined, and not a care in the world.

“I need more Cheryl.” He begged, the hunger rising from the pit of his stomach, no longer seeing, or thinking straight he knew exactly what he had such a desperate taste for.

#eddie munson x black!oc #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson one shot #spooktober

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 59 | Part 60 | Part 61

Some sweet fluff for y’all ❤️

They walk back into the kitchen, hand-in-hand, to see Robin and Allison laughing. Robin’s sitting on the counter next to the stovetop where Alli’s stirring hot chocolate. When Robin glances at them, Allison turns around. “There you two are,” she says. “Sorry, Steve, I’m stealing your platonic soulmate.”

Steve’s jaw drops. “Robbie!”

“Sorry, Steve,” Robin giggles. “I can’t help it if she’s cooler than you.”

Steve groans dramatically. “My sister and my soulmate? Who’s left?”

Eddie gasps. “And what am I?”

Steve grins at him, squeezes their fingers together. “Okay, I guess I’ve got a pretty metal boyfriend.”

Robin and Allison exchange a look. “Boyfriends?” Alli asks, resolutely not looking at them. “You’ve had the talk, I take it?”

“We did,” Steve nods. Robin motions Steve over, so he goes to her. “What’s up?”

She grins and, quick as anything, flicks his forehead. “Proud of you, dingus.”

He rolls his eyes, flicks her arm back. “Love you too, Robbie.” He leans against the counter next to her and reaches across her to poke Alli’s arm. “You’re making hot chocolate?”

Alli flaps her hand at him with a grin. “Yes, you brat, go bother someone else.”

“My own sister,” Steve says, pretending to be shocked. Allison doesn’t move, doesn’t let her smile twitch any bigger, so Steve sighs and grins at Eddie. “C’mon, Eds, if we choose the movie now we can have it playing before they can stop us.”

Eddie grins and runs out with him, following him into the living room where he collapses in front of the entertainment center and begins to dig through tapes.

They find a movie and pop it in before Eddie turns to Steve. “D’you want me to go call those burgers in?”

“Oh,” Steve says, chuckling. “Probably, yeah.”

“M’kay. Whaddya want?”

Steve hums. “Probably just a normal cheeseburger. And one for El, maybe, I don’t know if she’s gonna wake up tonight but if she does I want to have food available for her.”

Eddie studies him for a minute, a small smile growing on his face.

Steve shifts. “What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says, still staring at him. “‘S just, you’re a good brother.”

“Oh.” Steve ducks his head with a blush. “Thanks.”

Eddie tilts his head, smile growing wider. “You’re also really cute when you’re flustered.”

Steve grabs a pillow off the couch behind him and whacks Eddie with it. “Shuddup,” he laughs. “Go call for food.”

“I’m serious,” Eddie insists, “you are,” laughing and scrambling up when Steve moves to grab another pillow. “Okay, okay, I’m going!”

A minute later he hears Eddie’s voice in the kitchen, just low enough he can’t make out what he’s saying, and resulting laughter from Alli and Robin. He smiles as he moves to grab blankets for everyone, happy that everyone’s getting along.

A few minutes later, Alli calls his name. “Hot chocolate’s ready!”

He walks in to see Robin lowering a mug from her lips. “Steve,” she says, eyes closing, “I’ve achieved Nirvana.”

Steve snorts and ruffles her hair as he passes. “Good, right?” He grabs his own mug and lets out a happy hum after he tastes it, then cocks his head to the side. “Did you add something different, Al?”

“Ooh, good catch!” She says, eyes shining. “I added a little cinnamon. Is it good?”

“I think it’s the best you’ve ever made,” he answers honestly.

“Wayne’s gonna be so upset,” Eddie says, looking into his own mug.

Alli frowns. “Why?”

He grins at her. “Because up until now, his hot chocolate was unbeatable.”

Allison laughs and nudges Eddie’s elbow. “Just don’t tell him.”

Eddie snorts. “I’ll keep your secret until the day I die,” he says solemnly, placing a hand over his heart.

They talk and laugh for a few minutes until the doorbell rings. “Burgers!” Eddie exclaims, putting his mug down and dashing to the door.

Steve exchanges a look with the girls and follows, pulling out his wallet as he goes. “Eds,” he calls, “I’ve got it, I have a card from my parents.”

He pays as Eddie makes small talk with the delivery guy—someone who looks strangely like a younger Argyle—and soon enough they’re all in the living room with burgers and a movie, and Steve feels more content than he has in a long time.

He tosses his burger wrapper onto the coffee table and settles deeper into the couch with a content sigh.

Eddie leans over. “You alright?” He asks, murmuring so he’s not disturbing the girls.

Steve smiles and finds his hand, squeezing. “Yeah,” he answers softly. “For the first time in a long time.”

Eddie smiles, squeezes back, and leaves their hands tangled as he settles back into the couch, too.

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[wh0lemilk0vich]

been thinking of stuff that could work for both steve or eddie, oblivious wg came to mind and i think that really does it for me!

like oh boy these jeans are getting tight while the other half is just like . @_@ yeah no shit babe !!

especially when y’all were talking about the “clothes shrunken in the wash” scenario before (loved the art for that btw!!!)

and then one day it just like. hits them. like you didn’t tell me ??? if steve were the one to put on weight i definitely think he’d be sheepish and maybe even a little insecure, eddie’s just like “yeah idk i thought you knew. all good tho because it’s hot”

in eddie’s case he would be a little shocked at first cause he was a beanpole all throughout his life until seemingly now but would quickly roll with it after some gentle praise from steve (and a good bj)

thoughts?

wormie !! 🪱

Ughhhh hell yeah, wormie 🪱!!

Chef's kiss amazing stuff. God I love your asks

This is so good. I like it in both directions the way you described it.

You're absolutely right that Steve would be insecure but Eddie would be so lascivious about it 😈 he'd be like

"Damn, you didn't know Stevie!? Shit, here I thought you were doing it on purpose to drive me fucking crazy!!"

"wait what...you mean-?"

"Do you know what your ass, does to me Stevie?" Like so turned on he's whining, grabbing Steve's shirt by the neck to pull him in and then reaching around him in a hug to smack and grab his bigger cheeks and grind against his crotch "Fuck you're just getting so damn beefy, lucky I'm a carnivore, baby."

"So you don't mind?"

"Mmmm baby let me show you how little I mind. Gonna make you my fat little housewifey. Damn Stevie, you're lucky you know, a different set of equipment and I'd be filling you with a litter of metal head pups...I'll settle for filling you up another way."

And yessss Eddie would be shocked at first, literally delusionally convinced he's a beanpole and deaf to Steve's early hints. Unable to understand subtlety.

Like it probably happens when Eddie spills something on his shirt or pants and he's like

"It's cool, you can just lend me something of yours."

Steve just laughs thinking it's a joke

"what's so funny?" He asks sincerely, soft dopey smile on his face, like when a puppy turns its head to the side.

"Oh.. I just mean...you're like a lot bigger than me...now."

"What? You're hilarious, babe, quit messing around. I'll settle for like gym bottoms and a henley.

"I mean, ok, Edd..."

"Jeez Stevie, since when do you wear kids sizes?"

"Those are actually hand-me-downs from my pops."

"Well shit, huh. Guess I've gotten pretty fat, huh, Stevie."

And Steve's getting all hot and squirmy.

"I mean kinda...can I um tell you something though."

"I guess I can lose it, fuck, I hate moving and sweating."

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO- *ahem* I mean, you don't have to do that. I was going to say that um, I, uh, really like it, actually."

"Well shit, Harrington. Could told me sooner you were a chubby chaser. Wouldn'ta held back on looking like a pig this long."

"Yeah, well I mean it's not something you just blurt ou- ...You've been holding back?"

"Oh I'm gonna give you a boner so hard" starts stalking toward Steve

"...Think I can feed you out of those?"

"Guess we'll have to try and find out, and we'll just have to buckle down and keep at it until we do it. I love learning new pervy shit about you, Stevie! Grab the Nutella, will you?"

(also I don't have an mpreg kink but I think Eddie would 10000% have a breeding kink and talk all lovey and dopily about filling Steve up with babies 😂)

#steddie #chubby eddie munson #chaser steve harrington #chubby steve harrington #chaser eddie munson

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

a lot of y’all have the nerve to say it but not enough to write it. tw death and gore

Dustin was headstrong and loyal. Probably the most prideful of the kids, which was saying something. So prideful in fact, that he rarely listened to a goddamned thing Steve said. Or anyone really. But, Steve especially.

And God forbid Steve tell Dustin when he’s being dumb. Like to not leave his side when they’re out in the open of the Upside Down. Where monsters lurk. Monsters that could take an athletically limited kid such as Dustin Henderson down in a second flat.

You’d think Dustin’s genius mind would tell him the warning signs of alternate dimensional dangers. Like the rustling of foliage as who-knows-what makes its way closer.

Steve had looked away for one second.

One goddamned second.

And Dustin barely had enough time to scream before a bat was at his neck. Fangs breaking the skin fast. Taking chunk by chunk out. And Steve didn’t even freeze up like he sometimes did when he was in shock. He didn’t stare a split second too long. He did everything right.

Except he had looked away.

He failed.

Because Dustin wasn’t getting up as Steve mauled the thing into dead compost. With his hands and feet and the bat from Nancy’s 1983 garage. He didn’t start bitching. He didn’t make a sound. Which wasn’t right.

So, when the monster was well past expired, Steve ran back. He slid his knees around in the mud until his hands reached the glistening skin of Henderson’s exposed neck.

It was so red. So red and sudden it almost seemed blue.

He clamped his hands down and felt his lungs scream for a breath he hadn’t yet taken for himself.

“Come on, Henderson, you’re gonna be fine,” he pressed in more as he felt blood leak through. “You gotta get up, man. I can’t do this shit alone.”

Nothing.

“HENDERSON, I SWEAR TO GOD!”

He leaned down and tried to listen for breathing through Dustin’s frozen expression. His eyes were still glassily wide and his mouth in a slack scream.

“You dragged me into this shit, Henderson, you can’t leave me hanging now,” he dragged Dustin’s limp shoulders up onto his lap and leaned over the boy’s pale face. Almost nose to nose. “Would you listen to me for once, Dustin.” He looked between Dustin’s unfocused eyes, “Wake up! Fucking snap out of it, Henderso—“ His throat clicked and he faltered. He sobbed. He clenched his teeth so hard something snapped.

“You’re my little brother, Henderson. Don’t do this to me.” He grazed his thumb over each of the kid’s eyelids, closing them. He looked like he did after he passed out post-sugar high with his dropping features. “You have so much to experience still!” He poked Henderson’s head, “You’re going to get accepted into some prestigious and— and super brainiac college, and you’re gonna change the world. You’re gonna break headlines and…. One day you’re gonna expose this town. You’re going to be the person to do it.” He checked for breathing again, hands itching to do CPR even though it’d only cause more damage.

He sat deeper into the mud and shook, “What about your mom, Dustin? What am I gonna tell her? She’ll never forgive me. Eddie is going to hate me now. Oh, God.”

His mouth wobbled uncontrollably and his throat ached as he yelled out some of his anguish, “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have…It’s all my fault! It should have been me. I wasn’t there fast enough.”

Steve stayed there, alone and hands covered in blood. Waiting. Mourning. He didn’t know.

All he kept hearing was Dustin only managing to call out half his name before it went silent. Before he lost his best friend and little brother.

“Come back. Please?”

#tw death #steve harrington #dustin henderson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #mrs. henderson #eddie munson #steve and dustin

[nightcoremoon]

spiderman 3 wasn’t bad because of bully maguire

spiderman 3 was bad because it was a chopped up incoherent mess of conflicting ideas, tones, GENRES.

TW rape mention. yes, really.

sandman and harry would have been good. sandman and venom would have been good. harry and venom would have been good. and all three at once could even have been done satisfactorily. but together it was a horrible disaster. none of them had their time to shine. flint was a magnificent way to tie into the first movie. harry was a magnificent way to end his character arc. topher grace, much as I love him, was horribly miscast for eddie brock. venom, fine, but not eddie. tom hardy played both well. but I think hardy is a much stronger actor than grace. one played charley fucking bronson and the other played eric fucking foreman. y’all gotta know your reaches! but anyway it’s fine I guess. it made for a decent viewing in no way home (which I have my own laundry list of gripes about). but even then, that’s not the biggest problem with the movie. and no, the emo peter wasn’t a problem either (it actually makes perfect sense for his character; it’s what peter himself thinks is cool, not what actually is cool). and NO it wasn’t wasting dr connors not once not thrice but TWICE.

the SECOND biggest problem is with the editing.

ok so individual scenes look passable to… beautiful. the introduction of sandman is obviously the highlight of the film. it was a very important pioneer for graphics design technology, and in my mind it’s probably the single most important thing in the history of making cgi look true to life (for all of its glory… and all of its horror). all of the fight scenes are well choreographed, visually stunning, and advanced the plot somehow. all of the character defining scenes were well done save for one character in particular who I will discuss momentarily. the scenes are good in their own rights. but they’re out of order. peter dancing in the street looking like dahvie vanity was not supposed to happen after supposedly killing uncle ben’s murderer, it was SUPPOSED to happen after getting the job over brock. and everything else was nonsensically crammed together like tetris sardines. it RUINED the pacing. there is a 40 minute period where venom does not appear or speak, and he is supposed to be the main villain of the movie. that’s the second biggest problem.

the biggest problem is Mary Jane.

Kirsten Dunst did as good a job as she could with the material she was given. but what is her character arc in each movie? be the love interest who needs to be saved from everything all the time. that’s it. the green goblin is attacking and MJ is in danger, Peter rescues her and she gets a crush on him. those rape dudes are attacking (told you) and MJ is in danger, Peter rescues her. they kiss. oh no the green goblin is attacking AGAIN, MJ is in danger AGAIN and Peter rescues her AGAIN and she falls in love with him. and so on. all she exists to do in these movies is get kidnapped and make peter’s spider dick hard. it is such a damn shame that those movies happened before the feminists really pushed to have women with agency in films and books and video games and stuff. remind me what aunt may did in these movies again? or gwen, or betty, or… anyone who was female? contrast with the amazing spidermans and the mcu spidermans. AND SPIDERVERSE. totally different beast there.

MJ’s character is unlikable, peter’s character does shitty things that make him temporarily unlikable, and their dynamic together is very… bland. you could cut MJ from 2 and 3 very easily and still potentially have a cohesive movie. raimi has strengths and he has weaknesses and his weakness is ingrained subconscious misogyny. oops. we expected better from the man whose claim to fame was a movie where a tree rapes a woman? 🤔 yeahhhh I don’t like evil dead 1. 2 and 3, good and phenomenal, but 1 is like. :/

so it’s nothing to do with the easy answers and it’s everything to do with the director is a little weird and Sony has never made a good business decision in its life.

[toosicktoocare]

Buck texting Eddie after he got punCHED

From Buck: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

From Eddie: Hang on. I’m coming over.

#911 fox #Buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #y’all knOW he probably reached out to Eddie right after #I mean mood but also 👀👀

[somebodycall911onabc]

I don’t know y’all…I’m feeling…something

Post 5x10, Buddie but make it repressed, come cry with me

Eddie’s not sure what he expected. He didn’t think anyone would take it well, least of all Buck, but somehow…it’s worse than he predicted.

Buck won’t talk to him. Won’t even look at him, actually.

Hen and Ravi had both hugged him, let him know he’d be missed but that they understood. Hen had held him a moment longer and asked, “Are you sure? Maybe you should take some more time to think about this.”

But Eddie had looked her in the eye and said that his decision was final.

Buck just looked at his feet.

When Eddie said, “Buck,” not as gently as he probably should’ve, because he really needed Buck in his corner here, and he’s not that happy about his choice either, Buck had walked away.

Walked away!

Eddie wanted to go after him.

But there were all these strangers and most everyone was in the mood for Christmas and Eddie was pretty sure that if he followed Buck, there’d be a fight.

There’s been a lot brewing under the surface for the past few months. A lot of things left unsaid. God, they haven’t even talked about the will since the day Eddie told him about it.

So Eddie thinks it might be better to let this sit. Let Buck cool off. Take some time later to tell Buck that he’s not leaving, just getting a transfer. That Buck is still very much an important part of his and Chris’s lives. That Eddie just needs to be sure Chris won’t lose both of them.

Later doesn’t come.

Three days after Christmas, Buck is ignoring Eddie’s calls. He requests to work B shift, so Eddie doesn’t run into him at work.

“Look, Buck’s a hot head,” Hen reassures him while they rattle back from the hospital, after dropping off a patient with a broken leg from a golf cart accident. “He just needs time.”

“The last time you said that, Buck went and sued the fire department,” Eddie reminds her.

“Let’s hope he’s learned something from that,” Hen says.

A week later, and Carla tells him that Buck had reached out to her to schedule time to see Chris.

“That’s bullshit,” Eddie says, gripping the edge of the counter. “If he wants to see Chris, he can talk to me.”

Carla gives him a grim smile. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to use Chris as leverage. That will only end up hurting both of them.”

So Eddie lets Buck see Chris. With Carla chaperoning him to and from Buck’s apartment. And Eddie is fine.

His transfer request has been filed and approved, he starts at the 106 on Thursday, and Eddie made the right decision.

He did.

The night before his first shift at a new station, Eddie drives to Buck’s apartment and stomps up the stairs. When he bangs on the door, Taylor opens it.

Eddie takes a step back.

“What, you’re screening his visitors now?” Eddie asks.

Taylor gives him a flat look. “He doesn’t want to see you.”

“Yeah well, too bad. He’s overreacting.”

“Is he?”

And it’s the quiet way she says it, not even looking at him, looking somewhere out past Eddie’s ear.

“I need to talk to him,” Eddie says.

Taylor’s eyes move back to his face. “I’m saying this as Buck’s friend, alright?”

“What—“

“You should have talked to him. Before you decided to leave. You should have warned him.”

“He would’ve…he would’ve talked me out of it.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But you didn’t even give him a chance.”

Eddie’s had enough of this. “Buck!” He shouts, trying to peer over Taylor’s head into the apartment. “C’mon, man. This is getting ridiculous!”

There’s a crashing noise from somewhere in the apartment. Then it sounds like Buck gets downstairs by falling down his stairs.

Then Buck is standing in front of him, for the first time in nearly two weeks, holding the door open with Taylor trapped between them.

He looks…well, good. It’s Buck. But his eye bags have eye bags and he’s wearing the ratty hoodie from his community college that Eddie knows is reserved for sick days, and his hair is matted down against his head like he hasn’t had time to wash or style it in a while.

“Get out,” Buck says to him.

“No. We need to talk.”

“Fine.” Buck steps around Taylor, turning to say something to her that’s too low for Eddie to hear, then closes the door behind them. “Let’s talk.”

“In the hallway? Really? You’re not gonna let me inside?”

Buck’s jaw tightens.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Eddie starts. He runs a hand through his hair and glances away. “I probably should have talked to you about it. But I didn’t want to argue with you. I just…I had to do it.”

Buck’s voice is low and furious when he asks, “Why?”

“Because I couldn’t risk the both of us being in danger, if we’re on the same shift. I couldn’t risk having Chris lose us both.”

“You know that makes no sense, right?”

Eddie frowns at him.

“If you’re worried about the job being dangerous, then quit.” Buck says. “But…don’t…” He groans, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “Don’t go somewhere where I can’t watch your back.”

Eddie flinches. Like he’s been punched. It feels like he was.

“What did you say?” Buck continues. “‘Who replaces me?’”

He glares at Eddie, and the three inches he’s got on him have never felt so big. “Well? Care to answer that for me, Edmundo?”

The name in his mouth is like a knife in Eddie’s ribs. It’s delivered with the same, sharp edge.

“Buck,” Eddie says, his mouth numb, “that’s not what I…this isn’t…you’re being irrational.” Good going, Diaz.

“Really? I’m irrational?” Buck growls. “Well then you’re a coward.”

Eddie closes his eyes. Because he is. He is a coward. He’s a shell of a man who still feels uneasy when he crosses the street, who wakes up cold and shaking, with the knowledge that almost drowning and nearly dying of blood loss feel eerily the same. He’s a man who dreams of the stricken look on his best friend’s face, splattered with blood.

“You’re running away. You keep doing that,” Buck accuses.

It’s what Eddie’s best at, after all. Running from Shannon. From Chris. From his parents.

“You don’t have to run anymore.”

Eddie opens his eyes, and there Buck is. The anger has burnt out of him. He looks exhausted. He looks like how Eddie feels.

“I want to be a firefighter,” Eddie admits. The words feel torn out of him, like the bullet shards from his body. “I don’t want to quit.”

“Then don’t.”

“But I can’t…I can’t do what you do, Buck. I can’t put it away.”

Buck actually looks…relieved?

“Neither can I. God, Eds…I feel like I’ve been going crazy.”

“What…what do you mean?”

Buck slumps against the door, which puts him at eye level with Eddie.

“These past few months, I knew something was going on with you. But you wouldn’t talk to me. And I…I was kind of…I’ve been…” Buck exhales shakily. “I haven’t…I wouldn’t say I’ve been that OK, lately.”

“Why not?”

Buck looks at him. Just, looks. His eyes flick down to Eddie’s shoulder. Back up to Eddie’s face.

“You’re not the only one who still thinks about it,” Buck says quietly.

Eddie…doesn’t know what to say.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Eddie.”

“Then why did you…you’ve kind of left me hanging, man. How am I supposed to talk to you when you won’t answer the damn phone? Sneaking around, seeing Christopher, changing your shift — what was I supposed to do? Write a fucking letter?” And oh good, the anger’s back. At least now Eddie doesn’t feel like a high rise on a fault line, one shake away from crumbling down.

“I…” Buck looks away. “I was mad at you, OK? Because…because you know, we’ve talked about…and everyone keeps leaving.” The look on Buck’s face does a number on Eddie’s heart. “Hen was studying to be a doctor, and Bobby and you were on med leave, and everyone kept saying how Bobby’s gonna need to retire soon, that he’s getting too old for the job and…and then Maddie left, and Chim, and…and you said we were gonna stick together. The family we choose, right?” Buck wipes at his eyes. “Well choose us, Eddie. Just…stay. Please.”

And Eddie feels the tears fight their way to his eyes. And he hears the pleading tone in Buck’s voice. And he wants to put his hands on Buck and tell him that he isn’t going anywhere.

But he just stands there, fists clenched, because he’s hit by an unexpected tidal wave of desire.

He wants to kiss Buck.

He wants to hold Buck’s face in his hands and spell out his devotion on Buck’s lips. He wants to hold Buck close to him and promise that he’ll never leave. He wants to climb so deep inside Buck that separation is impossible.

And Buck is in love with someone else.

And Eddie is straight.

And they’re both responsible for Chris.

And Eddie can’t fuck up his kid. He can’t.

Not anymore than he already has.

“Buck, I can’t,” Eddie chokes out. Buck’s face falls. “But it’s not…we can still see each other. Just because we’re not on the same calls, that doesn’t mean I don’t still…Buck, you’re…”

“I don’t understand,” Buck says, taking a step off the wall. “Why can’t you do it? Talk to me, Eds.”

And it’s nothing. And it’s everything. It’s gunshots ringing out in the desert and Chris laughing at something Buck said and it’s Shannon bleeding out on the pavement and it’s Ana telling him it’s your mess now and it’s him seeing Buck’s face above his, thinking, thank God Chris will have someone looking after him, and it’s being trapped in that well thinking I can’t die, not yet.

“The 106 needed a paramedic,” Eddie says.

“We need a paramedic!” Buck replies, tearing at his own hair. “If you hadn’t noticed, Chimney’s gone!”

“I can’t do this,” Eddie says.

“Eds, don’t,” Buck says. “Don’t leave. Don’t—“

But Eddie’s gone. He’s taking the stairs to ground level two at a time, he’s ignoring Buck calling out his name, he’s ignoring the way his heart feels like it’s trying to pound it’s way out of his chest.

He made the right decision. He did.

Carla said he should follow his heart, but Eddie’s heart is unreliable. It beats too fast and falls in love with the wrong people and it sent him half a world away from his son.

So it’s not about what he wants. It can’t be.

#I don’t know…I don’t know I just had so many feelings…. #no idea what this is #apparently I just want to hurt myself #the conversation post Eddie quitting that we’ll never get to see #buddie #ray writes #911 spoilers #I’m just in my feelings about Eddie repression era #Eddie Diaz go to fucking therapy

[drysdaales]

i think it would be really interesting if buddie’s 5b arc just laid the madney and bathena parallels on heavy and thick. hear me out.

we know that a lot of major beats of buddie’s arc have paralleled major beats in both bathena and madney’s arcs (especially this season). if they wanted to lay the parallels on super thick, and surprise the hell out of us (or at least me) (and also for sure the general public), ideally i think we should get something like this.

bt is still on when 5b opens (everyone booed). christmas was... good, but not so good, because buck got to see christopher and eddie but the threat of “i told my girlfriend i loved her” loomed large. when we get back, we see that the love confession was kind of a last ditch effort to save the relationship that absolutely didn’t work. buck and t*ylor are completely out of sync, nothing is working between them, and buck’s at the end of his rope. having never been told he’s worthy of romantic “love” before this, he’s been trying to “stick it out,” like eddie in early 5a, but he’s only more and more miserable.

the firefam, meanwhile, knows that buck and taylor have reached the i love you stage, and no one is happy about it, least of all eddie. buck doesn’t talk about her at work, doesn’t talk about her with maddie, only really confesses any discontent to jee-yun because she’s just babbling and doesn’t have enough memory space to repeat any of this to maddie or chimney. i’d say by 5x12, though, someone (hen? chim? ravi? EDDIE?) has had enough and calls buck on his shit, telling him to just break up with her. (narratively, to parallel their own story, it should be eddie, but.) so buck does. almost immediately, like he was looking for permission to. the break up is bad and buck is destroyed about it.

meanwhile, eddie is grappling with the fact that buck fucking told taylor he loved her. he never thought this would come to pass, but it did, and he’s a mess about it. he cuts his hair, he’s struggling with how upset christopher is over the distinct lack of buck, and eddie’s losing his mind about it. after he (rightfully) calls buck on his shit, and buck breaks up with her, eddie has to admit to himself that the reason buck saying i love you to taylor wasn’t because it was taylor, but because he wanted buck to say it to him. he wanted to be the one that heard i love you from buck’s lips, not taylor. and he knew this, but buck being “in love” with taylor forced him to confront that. i’d say ideally, we get a feelings reveal that tells us eddie has come to terms that he’s in love with buck. (but not to bobby, because every relationship bobby has offered advice on has been DOOMED.)

BECAUSE y’all have convinced me we’re getting more eddie backstory, eddie begins again (affectionate) gives us the backstory, but instead of eddie being in danger, it’s buck in danger, and eddie is in limbo while he either waits for more information or struggles with not marching in/climbing down to save buck, and at the end, (and this is probably 5x14) he tells buck he loves him. buck says it back automatically, and eddie breaks out an evan, and says it again. and because we’re laying on the madney parallel, buck tells eddie he can’t. can’t what? but buck can’t do it. can’t confess, can’t say it back. he’s still only a few weeks out from his break up with taylor and he’s. unwell. he’s not in a place to say it back. and eddie says he knows, and that he’s not even in a place to date right now, but he couldn’t live with buck not knowing anymore, not when he almost lost buck. and they’re both kind of crying, maybe, because this is just another instance of poor timing.

it’s a little awkward, but there’s no anger, just sadness. sadness that they both decided they couldn’t. they talk, though. about the shooting, about ana, about taylor. it’s not a lot but we see a little, or someone makes reference to the fact that they’ve been talking. but they’re distant. eddie is lighter, buck is lighter, but they’re both distant. everyone knows what transpired, though, and how sad they’ve both been, but it’s thought that buck maybe didn’t return the feelings by some of the firefam.

the season finale, bobby gives eddie advice to “get back out there,” and eddie decides maybe it really is time. we get a weird close up on buck, and he’s unreadable. there’s a call, and this time eddie deliberately puts himself in danger. it’s fine, but buck and eddie quibble the entire time, and then. And Then. eddie says he has a date. buck blinks. eddie tells him the day, time, and location. buck frowns, and eddie just looks at him.

the main call is over, and there’s some sort of party bc there often is, and eddie begs off early, because he’s got a date. buck manages to make it fifteen minutes before he begs off too, and maddie and chimney share a worried glance, hen and karen frown, and bobby and athena look sad, because it’s clear buck is pining, too. and then. And Then.

eddie’s waiting right where he said he’d be. buck shows up, and eddie looks up at him. they have a conversation that goes like this.

buck: are you waiting for someone? eddie, nodding: yeah, you. buck, smiling sheepishly: i was hoping i got that right. eddie: i wanted to ask you. i thought maybe... with all the work we’ve done, maybe it was time. buck: it is. eddie, grinning: yeah? buck: yeah. i don’t want to waste anymore time. 

and then it fades to black, and then BOOM. s6 opens secret relationship mad lovefest bathena parallels galore.

#grace speaks #wait i kinda went off with this one #clearing out my drafts #911 spec #sorta #do i think this will happen? no #but wouldn't it be cool

[libraryofloveletters]

the 9-1-1 men seeing you in the LAFD sweatshirt and cuddled up to them 😍🥺

Sweaters

Author’s Note: I added Hen too because I couldn't help myself :) also it’s currently the morning of February 8th. Here’s a lil fluff for y’all before we go batshit crazy over the buckley family secret tonight 😌

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Hen 

Laundry day. 

Oh how you despised laundry day. 

You never did the laundry but Hen wasn’t home today and you figured it would be nice for her to come home and not have to worry. So as a good partner would, you tumbled through the house and collected all the dirty clothes, which included the flour covered shirt you were currently wearing and tossed it into the machine. 

Now, if it were up to you, you’d just continue your day without a shirt but it seemed odd to do that, especially since you didn't know if Hen would be bringing any company home with her. Digging through the drawers, there were no clean shirts. 

Are you kidding me right now ? 

Finally spotting a shirt under a stack of pants, you tugged it out of the drawer. The front had the little fire station logo on it and the back read Los Angeles Fire Department. Not giving it a second thought, you pulled it on and went about your day. 

Hen should be on her way home soon and you were sitting on the bed surrounded by clothes, folded and unfolded. You never realized how much work it took to fold laundry, you laid back against the pillows. The last thing you remember was the smell of freshly washed clothes. 

“Babe? I’m home! Where are you ?” Hen calls out as she walks into the house. It was quiet but your car was in the driveway. 

“Y/n ?!” she calls again, walking further into the house. Turning into the bedroom, she smiled at you. You were surrounded by the laundry and fast asleep. She moved some of the clothes over to the drawers and sat beside you on the bed. The bed shifted as Hen pulled the blanket over you. 

“Hey” you give her a sleepy smile, “hey you, how was your day ?” she asks as you shift closer to her. 

“Good, I did the laundry” you mumbled, your eyes shutting again. 

“I like your shirt” she chuckles

You mumbled an answer, “yeah it looks better on you” 

“I think I like this one better on you” her arm wraps around you as you fall back to sleep. 

Eddie 

“What colour should we do ? We got blue and red and uhhh-” you reached into the cupboard for the little bottle of food colouring “yellow” you turned to Christoper who was beside you. The two of you were baking cupcakes for the team. 

“Green!” he shouted and you nod. “Sounds like a plan, now my little scientist, what do we mix to make green ?” “blue and yellow” he said, you take the lid off the little blue bottle and hand it to him, you do the same with the yellow. The two of you pour a ridiculous amount of food colouring in the frosting. Plugging in the mixer, you began mixing the frosting. After a few minutes, the two of you looking into the bowl. 

“Well, that doesn't look right” The frosting a mucky green, almost brown colour rather than just the normal, light green colour you were going for. 

“We should buy frosting instead” Chris says, sticking a finger into the bowl and tasting the frosting. “Does it taste good at least?” he gives you a smile, you take that as a yes. You were looking up grocery stores that were still opened and Chris was washing the frosting off his hands. You moved so that he could be the paper towel and accidentally hit the on button on the mixer.

Frosting ended up everywhere. 

“Well that’s not good” You and Chris laugh. You wipe the frosting off his face and send him off to change his shirt as you clean up the kitchen. Looking down at your own shirt, you too, were covered in frosting. You walked to Eddie’s room and found one of his LAFD shirts laying on his bed. Pulling off your own, you pulled on his instead. 

“Maybe we should just buy cupcakes instead ? We can just eat these later ?” 

“Yeah!” 

The two of you headed out to find a store that sold cupcakes and was still open. it was currently 10:30 at night and technically, Eddie told you to have Chris in bed by 9:30 but you could never say no to Chris, especially when he asked to bake with you. Arriving at the station, you headed in together. Bobby was the first one to see the two of you. He walked you two up to the kitchen where the team was. 

“Dad!” Chris shouted, getting his father's attention. He looked surprised to see you two there. “Hey buddy!” he gave Chris a hug, “What are you guys doing here?” 

“We have cupcakes” he told his dad, Eddie smiled and let him go. Chris went off to see Buck and Chim. “Hey you” you smiled at Eddie, walking over and setting the box of cupcakes on the counter. “Is that my shirt?” he asks, you settle yourself between his legs, leaning onto his thigh as he sat on the stool by the counter. “Yeah. We attempted to make cupcakes but the frosting part was a bit of a disaster so I just borrowed this” 

His arms wrapped around your waist, “that’s okay, it looks better on you anyways” 

Chim 

These back to back shifts were kicking your ass. You hadn't had a proper night’s sleep in over a week and you were running��purely on the fact that coffee exists. You finally had a night off and thought it would be nice to spend a night with your boyfriend. You arrived at his place a few hours before his shift ended. 

His fridge was stocked for once and you decide you’d make dinner. You weren’t the best cook in the world but you knew enough to make a decent meal and not burn the place down. It didn't take long to make dinner and you still had half an hour before he got home so to the shower you went. 

The shower felt like heaven on earth considering that you had been living off coffee and mini naps in the break room at work. You managed to find a pair of pants you left there after spending a night, as for your shirt, you couldn't find any of your shirts. 

What kind of person leaves pants but no shirt ? 

You pick up the one you had on before only to find a stain on it. Tossing it in the laundry basket, you turn to the closet to find something. There had to be something in here that you could wear. Not that he’d mind coming home to dinner and a shirtless you but you rather eat with your shirt on. You pulled out a t-shirt from his closet, it was his LAFD shirt but it didn't seem to make a difference to you, you’d leave it before you went back to your place. 

“Honey I'm home!” Chim laughed as he shut the front door. You practically skipped out of the bedroom, it had been way too long since you last saw him. “Hi, I missed you” you pull him into a hug, “I missed you too” he smiled. 

He looked over at the kitchen, “you cooked too?” 

“Yeah, I had some time” 

“Can I take a shower or is dinner gonna get cold ?” 

“That’s fine, it’s probably already cold,” you laughed, “I'll heat it up, go take your shower” you push him off to the bathroom before going to the kitchen. You tidy up a bit as he’s in the shower. 

“Babe?” he calls as he walks into the kitchen, “have you seen my- there it is” he points to the shirt, you look down. 

“Sorry” you give him a smile, making him chuckle. “It’s okay, I'll wear the other one.” 

“Wait, you have more than one?” 

“Yeah, obviously,” he laughs, “why would I only have one?”

“Well then, I'm keeping this one” 

Buck 

Opposite shifts sucks. 

Although the two of you live together, you kept missing each other. Whenever he was coming in, you were leaving and when you were leaving, he was coming in. For the last 2 months, your relationship consisted of “good morning, have a good day at work” and “good night, sleep well” as you pass by each other on the way out. 

You finally just gave in one day and called in sick. Were you sick ? No, but you were exhausted. You were working morning shifts and Buck was working nights, so you’d be home when he got home today but he didn't know that. Seeing that you were already up, you made you way over to the closet to get a hoodie because for some reason, it was freezing in the apartment although it was probably warm outside. You spotted Buck’s black LAFD sweater in the closet, it was your favourite of his but it looked better on you, or so you thought. 

Walking down to the stairs and to the kitchen, you find the stale coffee that Buck left in the machine on the counter. Dumping it in the sink and putting on a fresh pot. The fridge was empty, for the most part, there was milk, eggs, cheese and what looked like leftover takeout. You managed to find pancake mix in the cupboard and dumped all the ingredients in a bowl. The door unlocked and Buck’s shoes thudded against the wall by the door. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to kick your shoes off like that ? You’re going to scuff the wall” your back was facing him but you glance over your shoulder to see your boyfriend. He seemed shocked that you were home. 

“I thought you had work ?” he makes his way over to you, hugging you from behind. “Called in sick, thought we could spend the day together ?” 

“Yeah, I like that idea” he kisses your neck, as his arms wrap around your waist. “Maybe we should just go back to bed” he says as he lifts you off the ground. The whisk falls from your hand and falls into the bowl, “Buck! come on, I'm making breakfast for you” you pry at his hands, he just squeezes you tighter. 

“I just wanna cuddle, I miss you” he somehow turns you around, his hands now gripping at your thighs. He mustered up his best puppy dog eyes and gave you a lil pout. “You’re an overgrown baby Evan Buckley, do you know that?” you roll your eyes, he smiles at you. 

“Yeah, I know” he makes his way up the stairs and back into bed. He dropped you on the bed, you shifted back up against the pillow. He joins you in bed after he changes, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into his side. 

“Why do you smell like my cologne ?” he looked down at you, “is that my sweater ?” 

“You mean our sweater ? Yes it is” 

Buck laughed and shook his head, “yeah, our sweater looks cute on you” 

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