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inspired by and as a direct follow up to this post by @strangersteddierthings:

Eddie is horrified. He remembers the day Steve is referring to, though clearly not as well as Steve does. He calls out as Steve raced up the stairs and hears his door slam.

“Fuck.” He stares blankly at the wall in front of him. He can’t believe things went so bad so quickly. He’s been trying to get to know Steve better, get closer and damn if he didn’t just blow the hole thing. He’d shown up early, told Steve he needed to prepare as an excuse to spend some time with him. Despite everything that happened over spring break, Steve had remained guarded, standoffish no matter what Eddie tried. At least now he knew why. He’d fucked things up before he’d known there was something to fuck up.

He feels even worse about calling him a bully. Sure, Steve had looked the other way and even laughed at some of the mean jokes others had made, but he was far from the worst. That dubious award went to Billy Hargrove, but even without him, there was plenty of people who did far worse than Steve did. Especially because Steve is right. He did hit first, metaphorically at least. He can justify it all he wants as trying to protect himself, but that doesn’t make it right. Steve all but admitted that as he said the same thing. He feels nauseous at the realization that maybe he was just as bad as those he decried. That for all his talk about accepting outcasts and defying convention, he was just as prejudiced. Swallowing hard, he heads back to the dining room and looks at the clock. There is no way he is going to be able to run the campaign today. He’s not going to be able to focus or even play without thinking about how things might have been if he hadn’t driven Steve off all those years ago. He grabs the phone and dials Gareth’s number. “Emerson house, Sheryl speaking.” “Hi Mrs. Emerson, it’s Eddie.” Eddie is proud that he manages to keep his voice even. “Is Gareth there?” “Oh, yes! Let me go get him for you.” “Thanks Mrs. Emerson.” Eddie focuses on breathing while he waits. “Eddie? Hey man, what’s up?” Eddie breathes out. “Hey Gareth. Look, I know its last minute, but we’re gonna have to postpone Hellfire. Something came up.” He could hear Gareth’s frown through the phone. “Postpone? What happened, did Harrington do something?” As if he couldn’t feel worse. “Nah. I’ll explain later, but can you call Jeff and Frank, let them know? I gotta call the freshman, too.” “Alright, but I’m going to hold you to that.” “Fair enough. Talk to you tomorrow.” Eddie promises before hanging up. He weighs his options for how to tell the Party. Eventually, he decides on calling Mike, know that the younger teen won’t push too much. He’s dialing the Wheeler home before he can second guess his decision. “This is Mike.” Eddie feels a rush of gratitude that Mike is the one who answered, rather than Nancy or one of their parents. “Hey Mike, it’s Eddie. Listen, Steve’s not feeling great and having Hellfire here isn’t going to help. Can you call the rest of the Party, let them know we’re gonna move it to another day? I’ll keep an eye on Steve.” Eddie knows Mike is a confused, given how adamant he’s been in the past about not canceling or moving Hellfire, but as he expected, Mike accepts what he says at face value. “Sure. Need us to bring anything?” “Nah, I’ve got it. Pretty sure he just needs some peace and quiet so he can rest. But thanks.” They say their goodbyes and Eddie puts the phone back on the hook. With that done, he checks that the door is locked and faces the stairs. Now for the hard part. He’s not sure what he’s going to say, if there is anything he can say that will fix this, but he has to try. Even if doesn’t change things between him and Steve, Steve deserves at least that much. Every step feels like it takes effort, chest heavy with guilt, but it only takes him a few moments to get to Steve’s door. It’s closed, which doesn’t surprise him. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before knocking. Nothing. “Steve?” If it wasn’t for the quiet sound of Steve’s breathing he could hear through the door, Eddie would think he had left. He glad that he at least didn’t drive Steve out of his own home. He rests his forehead on the door. “I’m sorry.” Eddie hopes Steve can hear how much he means it. “You’re right, I fucked up. I made an assumption and took out my anger at other people on you. And that wasn’t fair and it’s not okay. But I want you to know that I’m sorry. Even if it wasn’t you, I shouldn’t have done that.” He lets out a hysterical laugh as he realizes - “And despite that, you still humor the kids when they talk about D&D and agreed to let us play here and didn’t punch me in the face, which makes you a better man than I.” He falls silent, listens as Steve’s breathing slows. He isn’t sure how long he stands there. He wonders how many other people he hurt this way, without even realizing. Knows he wants to do better, be better. He sighs, feeling his shoulders slump. “Anyway, I canceled Hellfire for today. I told everyone something came up, don’t worry about that. I’ll make up some story, make sure they know its not your fault. And uh, let me know if you want to hang out again or something. I know I’ve been around a lot; didn’t realize that I was making you so uncomfortable, which is probably another thing I should apologize for. Anyway. Yeah. I’ll see you around, okay?” He waits a moment for an answer, but when none comes, he backs away from the door and walks downstairs to gather his stuff. It hurts, but he knows Steve deserves space and to be the one to initiate contact. He has some thinking to do, anyway.

#steddie #my writing #fic #legit read that fic like 6 times in a row and had to write a follow up #have a handful of extra pieces as well #or thoughts anyway #like steve telling eddie about christopher #and eddie helping steve make a character and play in the future #after lots of talking and eventually getting together #his character is a dwarf paladin named after christopher #i haven't written in forever this felt so good #barely proofread so apologies for any mistakes

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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the pain of letting you go- e.m (pt 7)

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: eddie and you begin to patch things up a bit, leading to something unexpected happening as you bid him goodnight

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (van sex, oral [f], fingering, p in v sex, praise kink), confessions, some wholesomeness, angst, eddie being an idiot, sad reader, it’s not a nice ending

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: part seven of the series is here! thank you to everyone for the continued support! i was so excited to write this chapter and ngl some of y'all might not like it but oh well ! reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. enjoy! :) -sava

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november, 1990

You watch Eddie scoop a sleeping Christopher in his arms, flashing you a smile as he rounds the corner of the couch and making his way upstairs to tuck him in. You feel a smile of your own creep onto your face, turning and walking into the kitchen to clean the dishes from the family dinner you prepared tonight. For the first time in months, you felt happy that things between you and Eddie were civil, and that his attitude had completely changed from when the two of you started your separation.

It’s been a month since Eddie took you home from your drunken night at the bar, where you let it slip that you and Steve had been intimate and you just emotionally vomited all over him. Luckily for you, things have gotten better since that night, with Eddie reaching out to you more, offering to take Christopher more if you needed more alone time, and being emotionally available for you and your son, without any hostility residing between the two of you when you would child swap. It felt nice to be on better terms with him, finally feeling a breath of fresh air instead of impending dread when he would come over.

You even started having family dinners as of last week, as requested by your son. He was taking notice at the polite and friendly behavior going on between you and Eddie, and you noticed how much happier the young boy was because of it. Things around you were changing, and with Thanksgiving just next week, you were optimistic about having a nice, drama-free family gathering with your parents, Eddie, and Uncle Wayne, not letting the separation and drama from the year ruin the mood of the holidays.

Lathering up the dishes, you scrub away any food residue and remnants of the meatloaf you prepared for the night. The weekly dinners also gave you an excuse to cook again, usually opting for something quick so you could have some kind of free time to yourself after getting off a long day at work, then coming home and jumping right into mom duty. Usually you had Eddie here to help with getting Christopher down for bed and doing the other household tasks, but thanks to the separation, it left you to doing all the chores and being full time mommy.

Putting the dishes in the drying rack, you pat your hands dry and exit the kitchen, rounding the corner to see Eddie plopping down the stairs with a smile on his face. He always had a gift with getting Christopher back to sleep so fast, something you always wanted to pick his brain about and learn all the tips he had to share.

“He’s down for the count. No big deal or anything,” he tells you, a smirk dancing on his lips as he leans against the banister. You chuckle to yourself and cross your arms, looking up at him with a genuine smile. He missed seeing that smile, it was always one of his favorite features about you, and seeing you so down these past few months made his heart twinge.

A comfortable silence falls between you for a moment, just exchanging looks between one another and then with the ground or ceiling. It was finally the time in the night where you two parted ways, and it was your least favorite part of the night. There was the part of you that was still mad at him for everything that’s gone down, but every other inch of you was wanting to scream for him to stay. The couch was comfy enough for a full nights rest, and Christopher would love to spend the mornings with him again. Plus he always made the best coffee, and that was another part of having him around you enjoyed.

The two of you walk towards the door, Eddie grabbing his jacket from the rack that sat next to the exit. He slings the leather over his shoulders and loops his arms in the holes, smiling at you as his hair flips from the inside and rests against his shoulders. You bite your lip and cross your legs before extending your arms and wrapping them around him, taking in his musk as he returns the gesture.

“Well I better not keep you from Shirley any longer,” you tell him, digging your hands deep in your pockets as you pull away. Eddie bites his lip for a moment and looks away from you, his brows furrowed a bit. You knew him well enough to know when there was something going on in his mind, wanting to say something but not sure how, or even if he should. “Eddie? Everything okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just, um…Shirley is a non-issue now,” he reveals, turning back to you slowly. You open your mouth to speak, but feel nothing come out as your brain stops momentarily. They broke up?

They broke up.

“W-Why’s that?” you finally muster out, taking your hands out of your pockets and crossing them in front of you.

“Well, for one, she was using me for my ‘status’, and apparently thought my life outside of Corroded Coffin was boring and not worth her time,” he explains, using air quotes and gesturing his hands as he spoke. You mentally laugh a little, knowing she was not fond of the idea that Eddie had a kid and wasn’t always in rockstar mode. “And also…I’m a complete idiot for letting you go.”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat as Eddie’s words leave his mouth, his eyes staring deeply into yours as the sincerity and depth of his words hit you. Months of heartbreak and sadness, night after night of crying your eyes out into the pillow that he used to lay his head on, all came down to regret and jealously on his side? You were truly at a loss for words.

“Eddie-“ you let out, shaking your head as you shift your weight from one foot to another, still trying to wrap your head around the whole scene that was playing before you.

“No, Y/N, I just need to get this off my chest. I’ve been a complete asshat to you and Chris for months, and that night you slapped me was a real wake up call for me.”

“Sorry about that,” you butt in, kind of lying. It was pretty freeing to lay the hit down.

“No, don’t be. I totally deserved it, I really don’t blame you, it knocked some sense into me. Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinking when I asked for the separation. I had a good thing going for me and I can’t believe I let my own idiotic reasons keep me from seeing that. I know I was completely out of line when I said those things about you moving on with Steve, and I’m not sure where you stand with him currently, but I still love you with my whole heart. I’ve been trying to find the right time to tell you within the past few weeks we’ve been seeing more of each other, so I’m putting my heart out there for you.”

You sigh, running a hand over your face and looking at him with confusion seeped into your expression. Eddie’s chocolate brown eyes were looking deep into yours, his brows furrowed and lip jutting out ever so slightly. You knew the words he spoke were genuine, you always knew when he was being sincere. It doesn’t help the fuzziness in your head.

“I don’t understand why you need to say this all now. Why now Eddie?” You question, crossing your arms and shifting all your weight onto one leg.

“Because I saw how close I was to losing you for good, and I know it is stupid as shit to say I was jealous when I have no right to be, but I was. You were the only person to ever truly love me, and letting a momentarily lapse in judgement get in the way of the most pure and beautiful thing I’ve ever known was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done,” he continues to explain, taking your hands in his and sending you a pleading look with his eyes. You feel a frown form on your lips, your eyes darting to the floor as the intensity of his gaze becomes too much for you all of a sudden. He lets out a sigh, breaking free of your grasp after a few minutes of silence. “I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, but if I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you and showing you that you’re worth any kind of hurt I deserve, I will do it and take it with a smile.”

You turn your attention as you watch the door open, Eddie’s figure slinking out and closing it lightly, catching the sad expression on his face as he makes his exit. Even his body language was sending a stabbing pain through your heart, shoulders slumped and tears on the brink of spillage from his lash line. You stand there for a second, letting his words sink in. Eddie's attitude towards you was so sour at the start of this whole new situation between you, and now it’s completely changed. Did he really mean what he said, about wanting to make it up to you? Did he really regret calling the whole thing off?

You open the front door of your house and see Eddie opening the driver’s door to his van. Stepping out into the cold November air, you speed walk to him, watching him turn to you. You let out a sigh as you finally approach him, inches away and looking him deep in the eyes.

“Did you mean everything that you said back there? You’re not fucking with me or anything? You want…you want to try this again?” You ask timidly, the vulnerability in your voice evident. Eddie’s soft eyes leave yours momentarily, looking at your hands as he takes them back in his and giving them a squeeze.

“I’m not messing around this time. I love you Y/N, you’re it for me sweetheart. I know I have a shit ton of making up to do, but I really want to try it again,” he answers, a soft smile etched onto his face.

You waste no time closing the gap between you, your lips pressing against his. The familiar taste of stale cigarettes and minty fresh gum flood your senses, the two things you didn’t think you’d ever long to inhale the scent of again. You feel Eddie’s hands pull you closer, snaking around your waist and holding your back firmly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you press yourself to him as close as possible, throwing caution to the wind and feeling overcome with the need to just be on him

“Eddie-“ you whimper out, feeling his lips move from yours to your neck. You feel heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks as you take in your very public surrounding, thinking of what your neighbors would be getting a show to if you stayed here. “Eddie, stop.”

He breaks away from you and search your face with concern. Did he hurt you on accident? Did you change your mind about wanting to start over? “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is great! I just…I just don’t think the neighbors want a front row seat to, um…this,” you say, hiding your face in his chest, nose brushing against the patches that accompanied his vest. He leans back and takes your hand, walking you towards the back of his van and opening the door for you.

You felt like a teenager again. Sure, your teenage years weren’t so long ago, but the fact that you were sitting in Eddie’s van with a wet spot growing in your panties really brought you back. Eddie shuts the door and crawls his way to you, slotting himself between your legs and presses himself against you, running a hand along your face and biting his bottom lip.

“This work better for you sweetheart?” He questions, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. You nod, grabbing the lapels of his vest and pulling him down. You lips connect once again, lips melting into one another as you feel his chapped lips glide against yours. The man always had an issue with keeping up with the consistency that was chapstick.

You worm your hands under his vest, attempting to tug it off his figure. He gets the message and helps you guide the denim off his body, tossing it towards the doors of the van. You tug at the hem of your shirt and throw it on top of the vest. Eddie’s hand immediately fly to your breasts, kneading the lumps and eliciting a moan from you. His dexterous fingers slide to your upper back, unclasping your bra in an instant and freeing you from the restrictive confines.

Eddie lets out a low moan, taking the pert nubs between his calloused digits and rolling them gently. A long low whine leaves your lips, hands rubbing his exposed biceps. The lack of physical contact you’ve desperately been craving over the past few months had been killing you, so being this close with Eddie again, your hands exploring each other like you’ve been touch starved your entire lives, erupting a fire deep inside you that you didn’t know resided there.

Your hands fly to his belt, unbuckling it in a flash and guiding the black denim off his body. He lays next to you for a moment, kicking the pants from his ankles and allowing them to pool at his feet, softly kicking it towards the growing pile of clothes. You take the opportunity to unbutton your own jeans, lifting your hips and sliding the fabric off your body. Eddie’s eyes linger on your bare thighs, traveling down as you slide the rest of your pants off of you and flying towards the rest of your clothes.

Eddie slots himself between your legs once again, his calloused hands running up your soft legs and resting on your hips as his lips make contact with your neck. You were mentally thanking yourself for the shower you took this morning, and all the preparation you did. Not that you had planned on jumping Eddie’s bones after family dinner tonight. It just felt nice to feel nice.

Your back arches at the feeling of Eddie’s lips traveling further south, brushing your collarbone and working his way down to the valley of your breasts. His hands caress your sides, the cool metal of his rings coming in contact with your hot skin, making you shiver at the touch. You feel the wet sensation of his tongue circle around your harden nipple, latching onto the bud and suckling it. Your hands fly to his hair, playing with the frizzy curls as you moan softly at the delightful feeling.

He readjusts himself and starts moving lower along you body, pressing kisses as he makes the journey. You feel a fluttering feeling in your tummy when he kisses your belly button, Eddie sending a smirk your way before moving to kiss your hips. He presses his nose into your mound, kissing your clothed heat and making you jolt.

“Eddie,” you whine, shifting a little as the cool metal brushes against your inner thigh. He shushes you softly, dragging out the sound as his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs as you lift your ass just enough for the fabric to travel pass the curve. He takes the panties in his hands for a moment, sniffing them briefly before tossing them behind him, making you giggle at his silly behavior.

A trail of wet kisses are pressed along your thighs, the soft ends of Eddie’s long curls tickling you and enhancing the wonderful feelings he was pulling from you. Rubbing at your thighs, his tongue dives in, unable to resist your dripping cunt anymore. You bite back a loud moan, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you feel his tongue lick a broad stripe from your wanting hole to your swollen clit. You tangle your fingers in his long locks, tugging at the brown strands as his lips close around your pulsing bundle of nerves.

“Fuck you’re so soaked baby,” he lets out, the words sending vibrations through your cunt. You throw your head back as he continues his assault on your needy cunt, wrapping your legs around his face and all but crushing him between your legs. He moans into you, snaking his ring clad hand up your thigh and circling two fingers around your hole, probing ever so slightly.

“Need your fingers Eds. Please,” you whine, biting your lips and looking down at him. His eyes meet yours, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he sinks the digits into your dripping pussy, the squelching sound of your juices filling the entire van, the lewd sounds down-right pornographic. There was something so erotic about Eddie’s head between your thighs that made you more wet that you ever thought. The long hair, his big brown doe eyes looking up at you as you fell apart at his tongue, it all just made your senses dialed up to 11.

“Takin’ my fingers so well baby. Let me hear your moans pretty girl,” he tells you, his lips latching to your clit once more and suckling the bundle of nerves as he begins thrusting his thick fingers in and out of you slowly. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the rough material of his van floor, letting the pleasure overcome you and moaning at the sensation.

He curls his fingers up and begins pressing against the special spot inside you, eliciting more squeals and moans from your lips as that familiar white hot feeling of bliss starts coiling in your tummy. Your eyes roll back into your head, small mutters of curses tumbling from your lips as the fastening pace of Eddie’s fingers moving in and out of you. The bubbling feeling of your orgasms is quick to dissipate however, letting out a frustrated groan as you look down at Eddie’s fleeting figure, smirking at you as he climbs up your body and planting a kiss on your lips, the taste of your slick coming in contact on your tongue.

“You’re not coming until my cock’s inside you sweetheart. That bit still hasn’t changed,” he whispers, taking your lips in his again. You melt into the kiss, feeling his tongue dance with yours and his hand finds purchase on your hips. You feel his leaking tip rubbing against your slick covered lips, one of Eddie’s hands snaking down to pump his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance. Pulling away, you shake your head and bring your hand up to comb through his hair.

“Do you happen to have a condom babe?” You ask timidly.

“Thought you were on the pill?” He questions, dipping down to latch his lips to your neck and beginning to leave a mark.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p as you spoke, tilting his head up so he could look at you. “I, um…haven’t really needed to be on it for the past few months.”

He nods, separating himself from your grasp and turning towards the pile of clothes resting at your feet, giving you a nice few of his ass. It was so round and pale, the view making you bite your lip. Leaning up a bit, you reach your hand out and give his bum a nice slap, earning an exaggerated moan from Eddie and a giggle falling from your lips. He turns back to you and slots himself between you again, his classic smirk plastered on his face as he holds the foil packet up to you.

He tears the packaging open with his teeth carefully, knowing one of the last time he did so, your son was brought into the world. He throws the packaging to side and glides the rubber onto his painfully hard cock. You rest your arms around his neck as he lines up with you again. His big brown eyes meet your own as he begins his descent into your waiting heat, low moans filling the van coming from both of you. His thick dick stretches you so good, hugging your gummy walls with every inch he continues to sink inside you.

“Fuck you feel so good baby,” he moans out, hand coming up to rest on one of your breasts and kneading the fleshy mound. Your hands cup his face as he bottoms out, pressing your lips to his as the two of you lay there for a moment so your pussy readjusts to his length.

“Forgot how good you stretch me Eds,” you let out, letting your hands fall to his chest before snaking them around to his back and giving it a scratch as he begins to thrust in and out of you. His mushroom tip dragging along your velvet walls felt as through you were on a cloud in heaven, if there was even a heaven to begin with. You almost forgot how good sex between the two of you was, even if months a part isn’t that long, but it was long for you.

The two of you were used to fucking like rabbits, which is probably how you ended up being a teenage mother in the first place. It was a constant need between the two of you, never stopping from keeping your hands off each other and the two of you even considered soundproofing your bedroom so you could spare your son any trauma from the lewd noises that would echo down the hall and spare his curiosity from causing him to see something he would later regret. You should’ve seen it coming when the touches became less frequent, and the sex becoming non-existent. But that was not what was happening right now.

His ring clad hand comes to rest on your cheek as the other pulls your leg up and wraps it around his waist, reaching deeper inside you and tickling the special spot that had you turning into a moaning mess every time. You weren’t able to form words, the only things coming from your supple lips were incoherent phrases and broken moans. Eddie’s lips dip down and bite at yours, little nibbles mixed with soft kisses as his spare hand reaches between where your bodies connected to circle your clit.

Bucking your hips against his, the pace Eddie previously set was becoming quicker, his cock barely leaving your cunt as he plows into you. The fiery feeling was bubbling in your stomach once again, the coil you knew all too well building and wanting to be snapped at any moment. Your nails dig into Eddie’s back as you match his thrusts, his hot breath fanning over you as he begins to chase his own high. You knew all the signs of when Eddie was going to finish, spending the better part of 8 years memorizing all the time you spent with one another.

“Fuck sweetheart, I’m not gonna last m-much longer,” he chokes out, his breath uneven and bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. You nod, your mouth hung open as the pace on your clit gets faster, the swollen nub pulsing under his touch as you feel the tingling euphoria you loved begin spreading throughout your body. “You’re doing so g-good for me baby. Come for me, cover my cock in your sweet cum.”

That was enough for your body to be sent hurdling over the edge, a loud moan ripping through your body as you shake under Eddie’s form. He’s chuckling above you, proud of himself for allowing you to feel as good as you do. His pace remains the same, although his thrusts are becoming sloppier with every buck of his hips. You rub his back as you continue coming down from your high, feeling him still above you and empty his load into the condom, head buried in the crook of your neck as he moans your name in the prettiest pitch of his beautiful voice you’ve ever heard from him.

After a few moments of just laying on top of you, he pulls out of you with a sigh, the feeling of him leaving your cunt making a whine tumble from your lips. You can already feel the ache beginning to spread between your thighs, your spent pussy not having been through that kind of activity in so many months. But it was a nice kind of pain the resided within you, a familiar feeling you didn’t know you missed as much as you did.

Rolling over, Eddie lays next to you, clutching his vest as he rummages through it, fishing out a joint he pre-rolled before the dinner. He grabs his lighter and flicks a flame against the end, inhaling the drug with a content sigh. He offers you the joint, but you shake your head.

“I’ll pass, but thank you,” you say, curling up against him and running your fingers along his bare chest, twirling your index finger within one of his few chest hairs. You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face as you take in your situation. The old habit of Eddie’s post-sex smoke just really hit home for you, allowing you to take in the events that just occurred. Not being with Eddie for these past few months felt awful and you longed for the embrace that you were soaking up right now. Eddie’s hand runs up and down your arm as he pulls you in more.

It felt right laying here with Eddie. The guilt that resided deep in your stomach after your foreplay adventures with Steve ate you alive for days, scared that the love between you and Eddie was official dead and put to rest six feet under. But maybe everything happens for a reason. Not sealing the deal with Steve allowed you to rekindle things with Eddie and have a new outlook on your marriage, trying again and finally allowing yourselves to be happy like you once were.

“Fuck I missed this,” he says after taking another puff of the joint, let out a low laugh which you knew was his tell of the drug already taking effect. You look up at him and see the glaze in his eyes, the whites turning to a light pink as he takes another puff, blowing it away from your face before leaning down to take your lips in his. “Can’t believe I ever doubted this.”

You pause for a moment, leaning back with your eyebrows twisted in confusion. “What do you mean?” You chuckle out.

“It’s soo stupid, really. Probably shouldn’t even tell you,” he says, bopping you on the nose with his finger. You sit up and pull away from his grasp, digging around for your bra and panties and pulling them on. You turn back to him, giving him a serious look. Eddie had a habit of not being serious when he was high, hell, you couldn’t blame him. But he also spoke his truth and his words already peaked your interest.

“Enlighten me Eds. Please?” You ask, a half hearted smile working its way onto your face. He rolls his eyes and sits up as well, throwing on his underwear to cover his softened cock.

“Okay, fine. So,” he begins, before taking another puff of his joint and blowing it out in the opposite direction of you. “Gareth, you know Gareth? Course you do. Anyway, right before summer began, he got it in my head that it wasn’t very ‘rockstar’ of me to already be married with a kid. On top of that, he thought it wasn’t ‘rockstar’ of me to have only been with one girl ever in my life. And so…I guess I thought I should be a rockstar,” he explains.

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

“I’m sorry?” You question as you cross your arms at him. He freezes for a moment before directing his attention back to you, a coy smile on his face.

“Yeah BUT it didn’t feel right after a while, not even with Shirley I felt 100% of the kind of feelings I have for you. Like I said, it was a stupid explanation and I’m so glad we’re back together-“

“I never said we were back together, Eddie,” you hiss out, rummaging for your shirt and pants and throwing them on your body. He sits back and now has his own eyebrows twisted in confusion. The gears in Eddie’s head were only working on half capacity, but he sensed such hostility coming from your end, leaving him a little speechless. Things had started to look up for you two, so why the sudden cold shoulder?

Then it clicks in his head, the haziness that was clogging his mind momentarily parted and he saw it as clear as day: he word vomited and told you the thing was trying to spare your feelings from.

“Y/N, wait I can explain what I meant,” he rushes out, stomping out the rest of his joint and reaching his arms out for you, but you put your hand out as you back yourself into the corner of his van near one of the double doors. Hot tears were filling your eyes as his words sank deep within you, the clarity of why he didn't want to be with you anymore finally coming to light, the thing you’d been begging for for almost 6 months.

“No Eddie, don't bother trying to 'charm' your way out of this one. I should have never even thought that you could change. Not back in high school, and not over these past few weeks. You risked tearing our family apart, so you could keep that bad boy reputation that you tried so hard to have in high school? Eddie, grow the fuck up. You can have a successful music career and have a fucking family, plenty of fucking rockstars now have that. You’re just a dick,” you scream at him, opening the door to the van and hopping out, slamming the door shut behind you.

You felt miserable, more miserable than you did when he told you he wanted the stupid separation in the first place. All so he could get his dick wet and have some more experience under his belt for the sake of a rockstar persona? The Eddie that helped you welcome your son into the world or the one you said ‘I do’ with would have never given up on you for some silly comment coming from Gareth that didn't even have any backbone to it.

Even you knew that Gareth was joking about the comment, because he always loved your and Eddie’s relationship. He’d tell you that constantly. You just can’t believe that Eddie was so insecure about his reputation and your relationship that he’d do something like this. Now you felt like a huge idiot, trying to jump back into things and sleeping with the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

“Y/N wait!” Eddie shouts as he comes tumbling out of the van. His shirt was stuck over his shirt as you kept walking towards the front door. You almost made it through the threshold of your home and nearly had the door closed before his foot comes in between to stop it, a yelp coming from his lips. “Y/N please just hear me out.”

“I really think you’ve said enough Edward. You need to leave and just…you know what? Maybe you should go back to Shirley or whatever other girls you’ve been with instead of being here with me and Christopher. I’m done trying to think I was ever enough for you,” you tell him. You kick his foot from between the door and the doorway, sweeping the door to a close and locking both latches before sinking to the floor and letting the sob you kept in your chest nearly rip you in half.

You should’ve never given that freak a second chance.

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strangersteddierthings · 10 months

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What's Eight Plus Seven?

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five

"Did you ask about my sandwich?" is the first thing Robin asks him when he falls through her window. Only after the question has been asked does Robin turn on the lamp beside her bed.

"Ow," he replies, because he's landed on her shoes. One is digging into the center of his back and the other his buttcheek.

"I'll take that as a no," she swings her legs off the side of the bed, sitting up to look down at him. "You know, with the amount of noise you just made, you might as well have used the front door."

"We both know your parent's know I'm here, anyway. The use of your window is to avoid conversation with your mom. She always asks if I'm planning to propose before you go to college, or after you graduate."

Robin gags. "Don't remind me. Now get off the floor and tell me when I'm to expect lunch delivered by Eddie to Family Video?"

Steve does haul himself off the floor, then, because the shoes are painful. He joins Robin on the bed, shoulder to shoulder, and leans against her. "Sorry. I forgot to ask about your sandwich."

"I forgive you. Now, to the secondary issue of the night. Show me your knuckles."

"What!?" Steve usually prides himself at being able to keep up with Robin and her random thoughts, but this is so out of left field.

Robin just grabs the hand closest to her for inspection. It doesn't take her long to drop it and reach across him to grab his other hand. "Hmm. No signs of physical damage. Did you smother him to death with a pillow instead?"

Ah. "Har har. No. There was no violence of any kind. There was some yelling, at first, and I got the last word in-" "the most important part of any argument." "-because I screamed fuck you and then ran to my room but then... then he looked so sad about it. I even tried to a pick a fight, twice!-" "Yes, yes, your self-destructive tendencies." "-but Eddie really seemed upset by it all, which, he should. If he hadn't been a dick then I wouldn't be holding a grudge. But..."

"But you were also a dick back the rest of high school, so maybe the hurts can like... even out and go away?"

"Well, we didn't word it like that but that was the, like, ending we came to, yeah. Dustin was right. He's a dick, but like, in the same way I am, I guess."

Robin leans away from him so she can sway her body back, bumping her shoulder against his. "So, to summarize...?"

Steve shrugs. "We talked it out, I told him about Christopher and like, glossed over my parents leaving me alone all the time but I think he picked up on it. Especially after I told him your theory about why I was so attached to a cousin I saw for three to four weeks once a year."

"Hey, don't do that. Don't downplay how you're feeling or smack talk your own emotions. Those are my jobs and I'll not have you leaving me unemployed. Now come on. Let's lay down, and you can be the little spoon, and tell me all about it."

"You just don't want to see my ugly cry face."

"I don't want to see your ugly cry face," Robin parrots back as she clicks off the lamp before they lay down and do exactly as promised. Steve retells the whole night in as much detail as he can remember and Robin does spoon him, patting at his head and giving his stomach a little squeeze every time his voice goes watery.

Eddie left Steve's house with his entire worldview shifted. He hasn't felt this rocked about events since learning monsters were real. And the thing that has rocked him the most isn't learning that Steve had essentially been abandoned by his parents when he was fourteen, or even learning about the tangled web inside Steve that consists of his love for fantasy, curiosity for DnD, and grief for the loss of his cousin.

No, what has rocked Eddie, what worldview has shifted, is his perception of himself and how he has been viewing the world. Him and his fucking Munson Doctrine.

It had served him well, back when he'd first learned the word 'doctrine' in sixth grade and made his own then and there. It let him draw clean and clear lines between what hurts and what doesn't, what keeps him safe and what didn't. Befriend the lost sheep, avoid the jocks. Flight was the superior fight or flight response.

And he had made changes over the years; as a rule, don't tell the cops shit about anything, ever. Make yourself the target to help the little guy (if you're the weirdest kid in school, the others might get overlooked). Slash the tires of everyone who dunks your head in a toilet.

Those kinds of changes.

Around junior year, Eddie started selling because they needed a second income. He'd put in application around town, first, but hadn't received a single call back. Hell, four the places he applied straight up told him they wouldn't hire him so he could quit checking in on his application. He knew Reefer Rick wouldn't turn him away. Not when Eddie could get to the high-schoolers Rick knew would pay too much for too little a hell of a lot easier than Rick could.

It came with the added bonus of bullying ending for him, when the same people who used to shove him around or knock things out of his hands ended up wanting to buy some drug or another, and instead of finding Reefer Rick waiting at the picnic table in the trees out of view, they found Eddie.

This added a new point to the doctrine: charge jocks double. He'd held to that until Chrissy, who had seemed so much more like one of his sheep than a jock.

And, well, everything after Chrissy should have ended the Munson Doctrine completely. Because he'd used it to put people in nice, little boxes that made sense in his mind and that was fucking blown to pieces.

Nancy Wheeler, badass gun-owner who he watched make a sawed-off shotgun? She'd in a box labeled 'Priss, Prim, and Proper' and wasn't that a fucking lie.

Robin Buckley, who he knew withstood Russian torture and willing walked into Hell to save the world? He hadn't ever even given her a second thought. She wasn't a jock, a nerd, or a customer, so she just didn't really exist. Which is so shitty of him to realize.

And Steve. Steve fucking Harrington, who ripped a goddamn giant bat demon apart with his bare hands after biting it and then spit the blood out like every horror movie fans wet dream? Like Eddie's wet dream. Well, he'd been a real dick most of high school. That was a fair box to place him in, at the time.

But because of that goddamned Munson Doctrine, he'd been a dick to Steve first. He'd ruined any chance at even being Steve's friend.

Or he had, before tonight.

It's a really fucking humbling thing, to have your own biases thrown in your face. Don't get him wrong, at first it absolutely made him livid. It hurt, and made him defensive, when Steve didn't just accept his apology. He'd instead shot back, something about him not being wrong about who Steve turned out to be and then Steve... Steve had said 'lashing out at me first, at my reading ability, and mocking me for not being quick at math' and Eddie had felt his stomach drop.

He hadn't remembered that day, not nearly as clearly as Steve did, but Steve's words had brought the moment back to him. He couldn't recall exactly what he'd said but he remembered the feeling of satisfaction at humiliating Steve some random jock that day. Satisfaction at flipping the script and getting to be the one who wasn't hurt. He'd laughed at Steve with the other people who had gathered to watch Steve struggle to do simple addition. He'd retold the story to everyone in Hellfire after school and they'd all cheered about it, told Eddie he was right to do what he'd done.

What he remembers even more, though, is coming home to Wayne and bragging about it. Thinking of the responses he got from his friends. But Wayne didn't congratulate him. Wayne had nodded softly along with the story and then said, 'you can't be the one to hit first, Edward. You throw one to many punches and soon enough yer knuckles don't feel the pain anymore.'

Eddie had puffed up, defended himself, yelled at his uncle for defending a jock and Wayne had interrupted him there.

"He mighta been the jock, but you were the bully."

That had hurt almost as much as every punch his father had ever thrown at him. And did Eddie even learn from it?

No. He doesn't think so.

Eddie had a shit life until his Uncle stepped in, stepped up, and showed him that love was unconditional.

And he's just spent the whole evening learning about Steve, and how the love of his parents had always been conditional. (And never in a way Steve could achieve. Not that Steve had said their love was conditional, but you don't abandon a kid you love at fourteen.)

Steve's every decision until the Upside Down had happened was based on what his parents would think or want. Trying to earn his dad's respect or some shit.

Steve's dad might not have hit him, but Eddie knows an unloving father.

Jesus, all this thinking makes Eddie want a cigarette. He drags himself off his bed and to the window, which he yanks open and leans half out to smoke because this is a new trailer and Wayne asked him to smoke outside when they moved into it.

He left Steve's house feeling like they could be friends, which is great. Way more than Eddie expected. It was just also... a lot to process. A lot to take in.

Jesus. He'd never expected Steve to really be willing to play 20 questions to get to know him, either; that he was willing to set his grudge aside and try, even with his anger at Eddie wrapped up in grief for Christopher. Eddie wouldn't have been able to do it.

Not with his Doctrine in the way.

He doesn't need to change everything about himself, but he definitely needs a deep dive into who he is verses who he wants to be, or has thought himself to be. Steve admitted to bettering himself and Eddie wants to be a person worthy of being around Steve.

And being honest with himself in the quiet of his room, Eddie wants be a person worthy of being with Steve.

He's allowed to be a little delusional about it all, he thinks.

#steddie #my fic #what's eight plus seven?#a little pov flip so we can get some insight on Eddie

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neverevan · 4 months

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2023 Writing Round-Up 💫

• 15 fics / 138.6k words posted; out of which 8 fics / 67.8k were buddie

Phew, it's been such a productive year, especially the second half, thank you for everyone who tagged along for the ride!! 🤗

(also I'm doing it in reverse order because... well if you know, you know 😪)

•December•

we’ve got something permanent (i mean in the way we care) [buddie, 7.1k, Explicit]

Buck has baby fever and it’s Eddie’s job to give him what he wants. Kind of.

Keep My Heart Warm In Yours [buddie, 18.5k, Mature]

Christopher decides that he wants to go skiing, Buck makes it happen and the cabin at the foot of the mountains turns out to be quite the romantic backdrop for their little getaway.

Of Love, Hospital Jitters And Christmas Lights [buddie, 6.3k, Teen + Up]

Eddie and Buck end up in the hospital waiting room a few days before Christmas.

You Ring, I Drool [buddie, 8.6k, Explicit]

5+1 times Buck reminds Eddie of a dog // alternatively; the one in which Eddie accidentally conditions Buck to beg for treats

If This Is What The Season Is Bringing [buddie, 2k, Teen + Up]

Buck and Eddie made a promise after Eddie decided to leave the 118 and they finally make good on it this Christmas.

•November•

Out Of Order, Still In Line [buddie, 6.2k, Explicit]

When Buck finally gets to the Clinic, the long awaited release doesn’t seem to come; cue Eddie to the rescue.

'Cause I'm still seeing colours that are red (If I close my chest and let it take me) [steddie, 11.4k, Explicit]

Ever since they came back from the Upside Down, Steve has been struggling on rainy days, but Eddie’s there to provide support and a maybe even a little more than that. - Project #182 of Steddie Bigbang 2023

How It Was Meant To Be [steddie, <1k, Gen]

Steve's casually calling Eddie 'baby' all the time, without even registering what he’s doing.

•October•

I Was Betting On Forever (But Forever Comes And Goes) [buddie, 4k, Teen + Up]

Eddie gets a call from Buck in the middle of the night and it’s about as bad as one would expect.

It gets better, it gets worse [steddie, 52.7k, Explicit]

Steve tried to tell Eddie how he felt, only to get shut down immediately. Now meeting for the first time in a year, they have to figure out how to be around each other.

Coming On Ever So Strong / Coming Off Ever So Soft [buddie, 14.7k, Explicit]

They get drunk, Eddie makes a move and then there is the next morning.

•July•

But where they lay, they cannot stay [radskier, 4.3k, Explicit]

Jaskier comes to Tretogor and meets Radovid for the first time in months, but their reunion is bittersweet given how much everything has changed since they’ve last seen each other.

•May•

Helping hands (are better than praying lips) [steddie, 5.5k, Explicit]

Eddie breaks his arms and Steve is on nurse duty. [cw for watersports]

•February•

Who we are in the dark [steddie, 3.4k, Explicit]

It's their first anniversary and they go to the cinema.

•January•

It might walk like a duck [steddie, 10k, Explicit]

Eddie Munson is a busy man, busy enough to have a planner. Steve misses his friend so he hijacks said planner, learning something unexpected in the process.

Aaand that's all, folks! 💛 Now, here are some tags:

I was tagged by the lovely @wikiangela and @jamespearce9-1-1 thank you~ 💛

(these guys went in so early and I left it for the last minute lmao but just in case you missed their round-ups, you can read them: here and here)

✨tagging (if you've already done it, no worries and still no pressure otherwise either): @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @nmcggg @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @ladydorian05 @rainbow-nerdss

#what a year fam what a year #buddie #911 #writing round-up #writing round-up 2023 #self fic rec

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allthingssteddie · 2 months

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Christopher’s mom got married and he wasn’t happy. Especially now having to move out his childhood home from Maine to Indiana and having to be forced to share a room with his new step brother who wouldn’t leave him alone and followed him everywhere. He wanted to just disappear but wasn’t expecting to get exactly just that into an old eighties show him and his dad used to watch.

So when seventeen year old Chris was forced to watch his new step brother one night and he was pissed about it. It’s not like he had any plans but he couldn’t stand Teddy he just wouldn’t leave Chris alone he was constantly trying to talk to him and get him to play dnd and followed him around like a lost puppy he wouldn’t take a hint that he wanted nothing to do with him. He blamed him and his father for making him move. But that night he’s watching tv and teddy is talking his ear off he stops on the show Stranger things it was his favorite show as a kid him and his father bonded over it. He immediately went to switch channels but Teddy begged him to turn It back on because it was his favorite show to watch Chris refuses but Teddy rips the controller from his hand and they both end up breaking the controller trying to get it from each other. But right after that it was like a flash he was waking up in a bed room he wasn’t familiar with the first thing he noticed was the striped walls and at this point he’s freaked out and try’s to call out teddy but then he realizes his voice isn’t his voice and he’s like having a full blown panic attack at this point and heads to a mirror to look at him self but his reflection isn’t his own it’s Steve Harrington the Steve Harrington from stranger things.

Side note so it would be like him and his step brother are transported into the old eighties show stranger things and Chris is Steve Harrington and Teddy is Dustin which he learns later. Teddy tells Chris they should just play their characters and maybe after they will be able to go home when the show ends. So they play along but when he sees Eddie he cant stick to his character because when he was a kid Eddie Munson was his first crush and here he was looking at him. ( Basically like the movie Pleasantville)

Also they would chose to stay in the show because their life isn’t all that great at home both of their parents don’t really pay attention to them.

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rainbow-nerdss · 4 months

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Fic Writing review 2023!

I was tagged by: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @aidaronan @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley @aspecbuddie @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 (And possibly others, i may have missed one or two, sorry if i did!)

I can't believe 2023 is over, honestly. This year has had some ups and downs for sure but overall I'm so proud of what I've achieved. I started the year mainly writing Stranger Things fics, and while I still love that fandom and all of the wonderful people I met there, my inspiration for writing it was beginning to fade.

And along came 9-1-1. I am so happy with where I've ended up, and for all the new friends I've made since I found this show back in April!

Here's an overview of my year in fic:

Words posted to ao3: 235,060

Words written: 250,465

Works posted: 38

Fandoms posted for: 3 (Stranger Things, 9-1-1, MCU/Captain America)

Specifics and tags are under the cut!

Longest fic:

Crawling on Back to You 109k words, 30 chapters Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated E

Shortest fic:

Keep on Walkin' and don't look back 521 words Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated T

Top 5 by kudos:

1. Right in front of your eyes

9-1-1, Buddie, 15k

He and Chris, and Buck. They work, they’re a unit. Why should it matter that he’s single? Buck is watching him, like he’s reading every thought on his face. “You’re already planning to lie about the date. Why don’t you just tell her you met someone yourself?” Eddie shrugs and tilts his head to the side, squinting in thought. “She won’t set me up on dates if she thinks I’ve got someone,” he muses. “But she’ll want to meet whoever it is.” “So... Introduce them?” Or: Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.

2. Pinky Promise

9-1-1, Buddie, 1k

Christopher Diaz doesn't mind that his dad's dating someone new. He's not dumb, he knows there's someone. The way his dad has been smiling lately, the way Chris catches him staring at his coffee, daydreaming like he isn't a grown man. The sleepovers Chris is suddenly allowed to go to on almost a weekly basis. Chris is happy for him, really he is. He’s just not planning to let himself get attached to whoever it turns out to be, just in case. He doesn't need a step-parent, because he has Dad, and he has Buck, and that’s enough. Whoever his dad dates, well. They'll probably leave, eventually. Chris doesn’t need to worry about them. Or: Eddie and Buck come to Chris with some news, and he doesn't take it very well at all.

3. Peek-A-Boo

Stranger Things, Steddie, 1k

Eddie tried not to stare. He really tried. He didn't notice at first, too preoccupied with the tub of pringles he'd been making his way through while talking about Corroded Coffin's last gig. Sure, he'd noticed the shorts. The ridiculous amount of leg Steve was showing, the way they hugged his ass, but it wasn't until Steve moved, lifted one foot to rest on the cushion, knees spread, that Eddie noticed another feature of the shorts. Or: Steve puts on a bit of an accidental show.

4. Definition

9-1-1, Buddie, 2k

It keeps happening, time and time again. People get it wrong. Whatever people say, it feels wrong and they don't know how to set the record straight, until Chris takes it into his own hands. or: 5 times people get Buck's role in Chris's life wrong, and 1 time they set the record straight

5. take my hand (knot your fingers through mine)

9-1-1, Buddie, 4k, written with @pock-o-pea

At least Buck’s okay. He’s outside, safe, doing his job. Buck’s okay, which means no matter what happens inside this van, If the crushing weight of the fridge takes him before Buck can get to him, if the van pancakes or flips or any number of likely disasters occur, if Eddie dies in here, alone, and in pain, then… He thinks of Mallory, of Jo. How they’d called out for each other. His eyes shut briefly as Mallory’s words echo in his head. “She’s not my daughter. Jo’s mother was my best friend… she saved me so many times.” Or: what 6x18 could've been

2023 Events I've participated in: AUgust, Fandom Trumps Hate

Current works in progress:

The bodyguard fic (somebody to someone) -One chapter posted, 3 more written and (almost) ready to post!

Steve time travelling in the upside down (of moments and unmoments (of time lost)) -One posted, two more in the drafts 😁

The break-up fic (you were my town) - Two posted, the third almost ready to post

Season 7 fic: 10 chapters, currently being edited to post

and then a bunch of isolated oneshots I've yet to figure out an ending for: 5+1 times Eddie sees buck with kids that aren't his, friends with benefits, secret relationship, Teacher!Buck, Buckley siblings kiss of death, Buck in the stairs (just started this one last night!)

Goals for 2024:

I want to finish posting all of the WIPs which are already on ao3, post my s7 fic before March 14, keep working on all the WIPs I have in my docs and of course write more and keep sharing!

Most of all I want to keep participating in this wonderful fandom I've found on here, I have had *such* a good time over the past year in fandom 🥰🥰

No pressure tags (sorry if you've already done this and I missed it!)

@hellwrites @the-emdash @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @911-on-abc @bittersweet-in-boston @kwills91 @trenchcoatsandtimetravel @spotsandsocks @devirnis @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @mojowitchcraft @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunflowerdiaiz @cardamomsage @velvetjinx

Also tagging anyone else who might want to look back at the year and I've accidentally missed!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

#fanfic writing #2023 writing

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very-feral-lesbian · 2 years

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when eddie had pictured himself in relationships when he was kid, it was always just kinda boring.

obviously growing up in indiana, it wasn’t like there was any representation of gay people so eddie just asssumed he had to be with a woman. pictured going on dates with a nice girl and probably marrying her one day. there was never any thought of the little moments, it just hadnt seemed that important. then he got that sixth grade crush on christopher, the star player on the bloomington middle school soccer team. he didn’t know that boys liked boys, that it was possible.

then his dad got taken to jail so he was sent to live with his uncle wayne in hawkins. and if bloomington was small town, hawkins was microscopic.

he knew he couldn’t tell anyone, he knew that that would make him even more of a target than he already was. he was sure some people suspected, but he kept it hush hush. then hawkins turned out to not only have an alternate dimension and a bunch of kids with superpowers, but most surprisingly, there was more fucking queer people here.

eddie had found out about robin first. until her, he hadn’t realized that gay people just kinda get each other. like not friendship wise, but there is just this unspoken understanding that he had with her. it had brought him comfort, knowing that even in a small place like hawkins, there were people like him.

and just as he thought hawkins couldn’t throw him anymore surprises, turns out steve harrington was queer too, and into him none the less. but here he was, laying on steve’s couch with him, robin, and nancy, all curled up together watching footloose (per nancy’s request (steve’s too)) for their weekly movie nights.

when he was a kid, he never could have imagined this. couldn’t picture being in a relationship with a guy. much less one who loved him so deeply. one who would go to the concerts that eddie wanted to even if he didn’t know a single song from the band. a guy who would drop anything for him and their friends. a guy who would let eddie fully be himself.

if only baby eddie knew what was coming his way.

#eddie having a queer community is so important to me #he deserves it #stranger things #st #st4 #steddie #steddie headcanons #steddie fic #fruity four #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #text #text post

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thatsadroleplayer · 1 year

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Roleplay information

About me!

Kia Ora! My name is Roman. I am genderfluid and use any pronouns. I enjoy roleplaying, of course, writing, art, reading and a whole bunch of other new stuff. I am open to friends outside of roleplaying, if that is something you'd want. I am from New Zealand! This is just a post about information when it comes to roleplaying that I find important!

Fandoms

(This will go in order of current hyperfixations, etc, although that is subject to change and will be edited when necessary)

The last of us (will base it more around the show but I've also seen playthroughs of both games)

9-1-1

Criminal minds

Sanders sides

Stranger things

Marvel

Buddy daddies

Banana fish

Sk8

Characters

(This will go in order of favourites to least favourites to play as, if the character isn't listed but is a main character in the show it means I likely won't play them)

The last of us

Ellie Williams

Joel Miller

9-1-1

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

Bobby Nash-Grant

Maddie Buckley

Christopher Diaz

Athena Grant-Nash

Hen Wilson

May Grant

Chim Han

Criminal minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer Jareau

Derek Morgan

Tara Lewis

David Rossi

Aaron Hotchner

Sanders sides

Roman

Patton

Virgil

Janus

Logan

Remus

Stranger things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Max Mayfield

Eleven/El/Jane

Will Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Marvel

Peter Parker

Yelena Belova

Clint Barton

Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff

America Chavez

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Tony Stark

Wade Wilson

Steve Rogers

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Wally West

Roy Harper

Donna Troy

Garth

Kon Kent

Jon Kent

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Diana Prince

Buddy Daddies

Kazuki Kurusu

Rei Suwa

Miri Unasaka

Kyutaro Kugi

Banana fish

Yut Lung Lee

Ash Lynx

Shorter Wong

Sing Soo-Ling

Eiji Okumura

Blanca

Sk8

Tadashi Kikuchi

Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Cherry)

Kojiro Nanjo (Joe)

Reki Kyan

Langa Hasegawa

Miya Chinen

Rules

Do not spam me, I have to sleep, go to school, spend time with friends, etc. If I do not respond within twelve hours, then you are welcome to begin to send me reminders.

I will only rp NSFW if it is something the roleplay is leading up to, I will not do a lot of it and it cannot be the main point of the roleplay.

Do not take control of my characters, if you want something to happen then you can speak tome about it and we can figure it out together.

Respect my boundaries, if I tell you something makes me uncomfortable or I don't want to do it do not push me.

My dms are open! If you have ideas and want to do them with me feel free to reach out! I am open to trying other fandoms other than what I have listed, so feel free to suggest things. If I don't know the fandom/haven't finished whatever it is then I will let you know. If is your decision from there whether you wish to continue or find someone better suited.

Communicate with me! I will not know what is going on if you don't communicate. If there's a scene you want to do, if you have to be offline for a while, etc don't be afraid to talk to me! I will do the same.

I welcome any and all identity headcanons except if you make gay characters straight. I often headcanon characters as trans myself.

I am open to ship suggestions, I will tell you if it makes me uncomfortable but if you suggest an obviously problematic ship I will simply block you.

I prefer long responses, but I will try my best to match whatever length you use.

I will not play abusive characters if they are a main character. If they're a side character that is fine, but if they are a main character I won't do it.

I do not have triggers but if you're going to include something that could be triggering please warn me first, it makes me uncomfortable when those kinds of things are suddenly sprung on me.

If you do not follow these rules you will be given a max of three warnings before I will just block you and/or stop replying.

If you think any of this fits you feel free to reach out! Whether you have an idea already or would like to come up with one together!

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fic stats!

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Thank you @ladydorian05 & @your-catfish-friend for the tag!

And thank you to everyone else who keeps tagging me in things, I haven't been doing many of them because the baldurs gate 3 brainrot has fully taken over and I haven't been writing.

Hopefully that will change soon, but please keep tagging me I love seeing what you're all working on!

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Most hits: When life tears you assunder (but you are not alone), Stranger things, Max & Eddie sibling dynamic, co-written with @ladydorian05

Billy was a pretty shitty brother, there was no denying it, but Max still finds herself mourning for the sibling relationship they never got to have. With him gone she thinks so are her chances of ever having the big brother figure she’s always wanted. Then in a turn of events that she never saw coming, Eddie Munson waltzes into her life. Or more like, almost runs her over.

Second most kudos: Just go with it, 9-1-1, Buddie

The first time it happens it's a few days before Christmas and they're taking Chris to see Santa when a cheery woman in an elf costume tells Buck he and Eddie have an adorable son. He thanks her and doesn't think much of the interaction. Until it keeps happening. It's an honest mistake, and Eddie doesn't seem to mind all that much, the opposite actually. So, most of the time they just go with it. Eventually, Buck is forced to admit that maybe these people have a point and he has been co-parenting his best friend's son all along. OR- The 5 times someone thinks Buck is Christopher's dad + the 1 time it's official

Third most comments: I built a home (for me, for you), 9-1-1, Buddie

Their friendship has always been unconventional in some ways, so an occasionally shared wardrobe? Well, it’s not that big of a deal. Not to Eddie at least, and seemingly not to Buck either. Hen and Chimney would disagree. OR- Eddie shows up to work wearing one of Buck's shirts. Assumptions are made and revelations are had.

Fourth most bookmarks: What's up with A shift?, 9-1-1, gen (mostly)

Working for the LAFD comes with its fair share of tough days and crazy calls. None quite so tough or quite so crazy as the stories exchanged during shift change between A and B shift. A shift knows no peace. B shift live in fear of the day they have to cover for them. OR- 5 times a member of B shift hears about the wild calls A shift deal with + the 1 time they get to experience them firsthand.

Fifth most words: What's up with A shift?, see above ^

Least words: They shine for you, Stranger things, Steddie

Eddie never expected that Steve Harrington would ever be someone he called a friend, much less that he'd become an unofficial lodger in the guy's house. But, if there was anything the past few months had taught him it was that nothing was impossible. A late-night encounter by the pool leads to a shift in their relationship.

Tagging (this has been on my dash a lot lately, so I'm not sure who has already been tagged apologies if you have):

@forthewolves @the-amber-raven @nmcggg @daniwib

#tag game #fic stats game

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they-reap-what-we-sow · 2 years

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"Buck, what are you doing here- are you drunk?"

"i- maybe a little bit, yeah. but this was important"

"buck there's nothing important enough for you to risk your life. You know I would have come gotten you, you just had to call me"

"you know, you keep doing this to me."

"doing what?"

"promising things to me that I can never really have."

"what are you talking about, Buck?"

"my friends asked me to be a sperm donor."

"to be- what, are you serious?"

"I was actually thinking about it. I love kids, you know."

"I know, Buck"

"but then Hen told me- she said that I would have to step away. That I'd be a father who would have to be able to leave, to watch from a distance and be okay with only that much"

"...Buck"

"But I can't do that, Eds. I've tried. I've tried every for the last two years- to be okay with seeing Chris on the weekends, to hearing from him when we can find time to get together, to working around each other's schedules-"

"but you -"

"And god, trying so hard not to become a desperate leech that hangs onto your family all the time, because you didn't ask me to be a parent, you asked me to be backup, in case the worst happened, in case my world shattered around me all over again. but I can't do this anymore."

"Wait, are you saying-"

"I'm saying- I'm asking you-"

"Buck,"

"Yeah?"

"Will you continue to be the amazing parent that you have been to Christopher since you've known him? Will you show up to every school play and science fair and PTA meeting like you always do? Will you love him more than life itself?"

"Of course, Eddie, always."

"So, just so you're aware, those are all full time dad duties. You've been his other parent Buck, for a while now.

I was just- I was just too scared to ask you to stay."

"Ask."

"What?"

"Ask me to stay, Eddie, and I will. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, I'll be right next to you until you tell me to go."

"I'd never."

"Then I guess Chris is stuck with me forever."

"Just Christopher?"

"Do- do you wanna be stuck with me forever?"

"more than anything"

"then I guess it's you and me and Chris to the end of the line"

"I guess it is"

"buck did you just quote captain America?"

"that depends on whether or not you think Bucky and Steve are endgame"

"you're lucky I love you"

"you- w h a t?"

"o shit"

#911 show #911 on fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 s6 speculation #911 s6 #buddie fic #krowabbey

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wip wednesday

Still avoiding Sleepless in LA but got some unexpected writing time today (in a not fun way but i’m now relegated to the couch all day so nothing better to do….)

Title: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 10: FUBAR, Buck’s PO

Fandom: 911, SWAT, H50

Parings: endgame Buddie and McDanno

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.

Warnings/tags: first draft, abduction/kidnapping, Buck is NOT happy. Offscreen Eddie whump. Navyseal!buck

Buck was surprised to see the number calling him. It was Christopher’s school. Fumbling, he answered the call, juggling his lunch. “Hello?

“Is this Evan Buckley?”

“This is he—but I go by Buck.”

“Okay.. Buck. I’m Sophia Baxter the administrative assistant at Durand. You’re listed as the second contact number for Christopher Diaz.”

Buck halted in the middle of the doorway where he could see the clock above the computer worktable—it was about a half hour after school dismissal for Christopher. “Is Christopher okay?”

“Christopher is fine. It’s just no one has come to pick him up today. He said it was supposed to be his father but I’ve been unable to get Eddie Diaz on the phone number we have on file.”

“He was off today,” Buck said absently, already running through his last conversation with Eddie yesterday about his plans for today and he should have been able to pick up Chris as it was Carla’s day off since Eddie was going into his weekend off. “I’m out of town but I will get a hold of someone to come pick him up. Can I call you back at this number?”

“Yes. I can stay but I’m concerned that no one called.”

“Yeah that’s weird for Eddie. I will be calling his family and I will call you back with a plan.” Buck’s thoughts took on more worry. It wasn’t like Eddie to not have Christopher’s schedule planned in detail.

Making the appropriate noises to end the call, he immediately called Eddie as soon as the secretary hung up. Eddie’s phone rang and rang but it went to voicemail. He dialed a second time—no answer. His worry mounting, Buck texted Eddie a terse, call me now which just showed as delivered.

Switching to the location app that showed where someone was if they had authorized you—which Eddie and Buck had mutually done long ago because of shared trips with Christopher and one too many times getting separated at the zoo his worry skyrocketed when it showed no current location for Eddie.

The only time it showed that was if you were out of cell phone range or if they turned off their phone.

Buck pulled up Pepa’s number and hit dial perhaps a bit harder than necessary. Pepa answered on the fourth ring. “Buck? Is something wrong? I’m at work.”

Buck skipped to the point. “Eddie hasn’t picked up Christopher and the school called me…. I guess I’m his second contact?”

“Yes he mentioned that,” Pepa hummed.

“What?”

“With the paperwork and all,” Pepa sounded distracted and there was background noise of her walking into a quieter area.

“What paperwork?”

“He didn’t tell you?

“Tell me what?” Buck’s anxiety was climbing. What paperwork? Where was Eddie?

Pepa huffed into the phone as she closed a door with a quiet click. “I’m sure he meant to tell you.”

“Tell me what Tia?” That came out a bit harsh and out of the corner of Buck’s eye he could see Danny and Steve coming out of their offices.

“It’s really something you need to discuss with Eddito,” Pepa hedged, “but he made sure Mama and myself knew about it.”

“Pepa,” Buck was begging for her to get to the point. “What paperwork?”

“If something were to happen to Eddito you would be the person to care for Christopher—and Buck you need to discuss this with Eddito not me.”

Buck was floundering. Eddie had done what? “What?”

Pepa’s sigh was loud and frustrated but she changed the subject. “You said Eddito didn’t pick up Christopher?”

“No. And I’m out of… state.”

“Eddito did mention you were in Hawaii. He didn’t say what you were doing there…”

“Pepa!”

Silence.

“Pinching the bridge of his nose, Buck started pacing in agitation. “Someone needs to pick up Chris.”

“I can… well… it will be at least a half hour?”

“I will let the school know. Can you keep him until…”

“Sure nene,” Pepa paused but her voice was gentle as she continued speaking. “Eddito meant to tell you… I think he was waiting for you to come back from your trip.”

“How long?”

Another sigh. “He told Mama and me oh… last week? But I got the impression he did it a while ago.”

Eddie had made this decision when? And over Pepa? Over Abuela? Buck understood why it wouldn’t be Eddie’s parents but there was Adriana or Sophia. Why him? He’d… god damnit Eddie! This was another one of his gestures wasn’t it? Like giving him Christopher to help cheer him up after being relegated to being a fire marshall or trusting him after the tsunami?

Why couldn’t Eddie just say things like a normal person? He was going to give Buck a heart attack before his thirtieth birthday next year it was pounding so hard in his chest.

“Buck? You there nene?”

“I need to talk to Eddie. If you hear from him… can you tell him to call me?”

“I will nene.”

“Thanks Pepa.”

“I will take care of Christopher. I am sure Eddie is fine.”

Buck could tell that Pepa was concerned but trying for his sake to act like it was fine. Eddie never dropped the ball with Christopher like this. Something had to have happened if he hadn’t picked him up.

Saying goodbye to Pepa, his pacing was interrupted by Steve stepping into his way. “Buck? What’s going on?”

“Eddie didn’t show up to pick up Christopher and he isn’t answering his phone.”

“What’s his cellphone number?” Chin asked, activating the tracing software.

Buck gave Chin the number.

“His phone last pinged this tower,” Chin’s fingers flew across the digital keyboard. “That was almost two hours ago. Triangulating.”

Anxiously watching, Buck clutched his biceps hard enough to bruise. With everything that had been going on he hadn’t thought he’d have to worry about Eddie too. Eddie had said he was thinking about taking Chris to the zoo this weekend without him and he’d made that dumb joke about saying hi to all the animals for him and—

“Last location is the Mobil gas station on Santa Monica and Highland.”

“That’s not too far from Bobby and Athena’s…”

Chin’s fingers froze on the keyboard. “Buck….”

“What?” Dread flooded him. Chin wasn’t looking at him.

“There was a 911 call from that gas station about an hour and half ago.”

It felt like his heart was beating out of his chest that was suddenly three sizes too small. “What?” Danny’s arm snaked around him to pull him in close, his fingers trying to pry Buck’s off his own arm.

“Tell us Chin,” Danny said calmly making Buck look at him. The shorter man was completely focused on Chin, expression icy. Steve was at Danny’s shoulder, his facial expression just as stony.

Clearing his throat, Chin’s eyes finally met his. There was a shared sadness in his gaze. “They reported an abandoned pickup truck with fuel leaking from the tank. Station cameras show a possible abduction of the male driver.”are

Everything just stopped.

Eddie was….

Eddie…

No…

Who would….

No…

Nononnononononononononononononononononononn!

“Buck! Buck! Kid! Evan!”

He was distantly aware of Steve calling his name.

Eddie was… someone had grabbed Eddie.

Eddie had been taken.

There was this high pitched ringing noise. It was so loud it hurt his ears but he couldn't’ do anything—he was just frozen in place.

“Hondo, yeah I need a favor. I need you to take over a case. Edmundo Díaz was kidnapped from a Mobil gas station on Santa Monica and Highland about two hours ago. There was a 911 call from the station but the report we can see says there was a man kidnapped and Eddie’s cell phone goes silent there at the same time.”

“C’mon kid, snap out of it,” that was Danny. Danny who was shaking him slightly and still holding him. “Buck? Kid?”

#wip wednesday #first draft #Family familia ‘ohana #buddie #mcdanno #navy seal Evan “Buck” Buckley #eddie whump

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deluweil · 1 year

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So I’m just a spectator for your fandom. I don’t watch the show nor care too not really my taste. And a part of me honestly thinks you’re still being baited by the show. Be that as it may I still think you all have a very good chance of going canon and it’s based on one fact, Buck and Eddie have not had a true serious love interest since in bucks case when the show started and in Eddie’s case 5 years ago.

I’m going to cite three examples of popular “queerbait” ships that were never going to happen because of what I pointed out above.

Swan Queen - a fanon ship between Emma swan and the evil queen regina. Emma’s actual love interest Captain Hook was introduced in s2 and you can tell that was the route they were going on so they never truly made any remarks or showed in the show that SQ ever had a chance.

Merthur - now for this one I personally do absolutely believe they were queerbaited especially cause the endgame romance didn’t hold a candle to merthur. Be that as it may the character that ended married to one part of the ship was introduced in the first season and was a main character. The actual romance did not start till season two.

Mcdonno - the one that buddie is compared to. The best friends from Hawaii 5-0 that much like buddie were always there for each other and were each others deepest relationships. However one half of McDanno was involved in a will they won’t they romance with a character named Catherine since season 1. And this relationship was up and down for 10 seasons until they got together in the end. This was another thing of shippers getting their hopes knowing full well who someone was gonna be paired with but they got their hopes up and dashed. McDonno never stood a chance because of Catherine.

now notice the trend all these have that buddie does not? A serious love interest introduced in the first seasons of a show. Has not happened to buddie and right now we are in the middle of season 6. It is way too late to introduce a serious love interest for either one of these men and the audience just accept it. It would be poorly written, forced and unnecessary and there will be huge backlash. They had three seasons at least to introduce buck and Eddie with serious endgame love interests. Hell they both had relationships I believe in s4 and by s5 both relationships ended so again I ask…it’s way too late to do anything but buddie.

Look, I'm not particularly fond of the term queerbaiting, but your ask is interesting so I had to respond.

I personally never watched once upon a time, so I can't comment on that.

But I have watched Merlin, and it was pretty clear from the beginning that merthur will stay a fanon only thing. We all knew where this will end and there was no real chance for merthur to begin with.

Mcdanno, God, they fit so well. They were the very definition of old married couple. But this would never have turned canon either, because Steve right off the bat was introduced as "Uncle Steve." And the amount of "pal" and "Brother" were used so often that it was clear that this was going to stay fanon too. (So sad though)

Especially with the amount of times we saw both Steve and Danny have serious LIs throughout the show, not to mention the mythological significant others (Rachel and Catherine) that kept popping up. - I am still unbelievably upset with the fact that after all the times Cath screwed Steve over, the writers decided to bring her back for that last scene. So no "queerbaiting" there either.

Now, as for buddie, I agree with you that at this point, their only play is buddie endgame, for all the reasons you listed and more. Buck was never uncle Buck, brother was uttered one time only, and that was at the very beginning, and Buck is somehow "his Buck" (Eddie’s words when referring to Christopher’s presence at Buck’s loft). - Not to mention that unlike Steve and Danny, they very rarely talked to each other about their current gfs.

They indeed both had LIs but it was weak at most, no real connection, no smile inducing build up to a good relationship scenes, nothing. - I get my hetero "I believe in young love" thrill from other shows lol

I mean in both Station 19 and Chicago fire, even when I shipped a character with someone else, the writers made us like the current relationship, by endearing it to us.

It doesn't happen in 911. All women were a poor imitation of the real deal.

So is there a chance showrunners are screwing us over? Maybe.

Is it going to make me stop believing that buddie can and will happen? Absolutely not.

A little anecdote: I was watching 3x09, the famous kitchen scene, and my younger cousin, who never in his life watched that show, turned to me and asked: "Are they together?"

So, if a complete stranger can make that immediate deduction based on one scene, I'd say I like our odds.

#stop using the term queerbaiting #please #ppl can't queerbait #but this was an interesting ask all the same thank you for sharing your opinion with me #911 asks #911 s6b speculations #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #it is the only endgame #911 spoilers #911 speculations #911 on fox #deluweil answers

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>> tear myself apart by tate mcrae

task003 - pt.01

tw: depression, guilt, anxiety, impending doom, slight suicidal thoughts, death mention

the day of christopher nash’s memorial... robin couldn’t bring herself to go, opting to sit in her room, lights never turned on. her heart was with the family, but a gnawing feeling of responsibility was clawing its way up her throat. it felt as though she needed to cry but physically couldn’t, so it traveled through her body in shivers. after everything they had lost, after everything they had been through, witnessed, done.

this wasn’t the path she expected to find herself down, surrounded by people who understood yet feeling oh so alone. what would happen next was up in the air, a guess to anyone, and robin felt something in the pit of her stomach that insisted it would be bad, and there was a lot she wanted to get out before it was her time. so much she needed to say that she could never really say out loud, or simply wouldn’t allow herself.

so she grabbed a pen and paper. first ammends: herself - the child that had everything and then had it taken away.

hi,

i was going to write "dear robin" but that just feels stupid, doesn't it? i wish i had your ignorance right about now. if i told you what was going on, you would think i was lying anyway, that it was just another crazy movie plot that mom was going to yell at us for. but just listen, okay?

why am i writing now? well... it’s hard to explain. i’ve thought about you; missed you. after trying so hard to forget all those bad times, i feel like i can’t anymore. i can’t run anymore. to be who i need to be, i need to be you too.

there’s a memorial today for a kid that... probably went through hell, if i’m being honest. i should’ve done something; i could’ve done more. am i to blame? maybe if i hadn’t tried to bury it like everything else in our life, if i didn’t want our life to be normal so bad, maybe i could’ve looked harder, talked to the right people, actually helped and not hid like a fucking coward.

i’m selfish. maybe it should’ve been me. not you, but me, because we are not the same anymore, and i don’t know when exactly that happened.

i tried so hard to stay true to you, but maybe i am just like mom and dad. i just go along with what people tell me, what’s easy, go where they tell me, and then i’m left with the fallout when things go bad. i know there’s nothing i logically could’ve done, but it doesn’t feel like it. there’s the shape of a dead kid in my heart that will never be filled because of what i failed to stop!

fuck this isn’t what i wanted, any of it, but i have to remember, it’s not all bad. you’ve found a family of sorts; of misfits that make you feel like maybe, somehow, you do belong in this big, strange world. there’s this guy named steve who completely ignored us in high school, but actually turned out to be really cool. we’ve gone through some really awful situations, but he’s always with you at the end of it. he’s our best friend, and we feel so safe with him, i wish you could’ve met him. eddie is like looking in a mirror, you would’ve loved him. everyone calls him a freak, and every time it kills you a little inside. you want to protect him, but all you can do is make him smile when you get the chance. and max is the best little sister who you silently vow to always watch over. she’s feisty and reminds me a lot of us to be honest, before... before everything got so bad.

i'm sorry, rob. truly. i had hoped to have better news for us by now. you deserve so much better, and if i do make it through this, all of this, i promise to do right by you.

even if it kills me, she wants to add, but doesn’t. there are wet spots on the paper, but she doesn’t think about them. she wants to burn it, but she’s tired, so she tosses it in a drawer and forgets about it.

#hawkinstm.task003 #{ i'm not bad I'm just drawn that way | headcanons ;

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panicatthediaz · 1 year

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I posted 2,485 times in 2022

114 posts created (5%)

2,371 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@swiftiebuckleys

@gretchenzellerbarnes

@clusterbuck

@paranoidbean

@sparkly-angell

I tagged 1,932 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#0 - 698 posts

#eddie diaz - 466 posts

#evan buckley - 286 posts

#stranger things - 272 posts

#eddie munson - 203 posts

#911 spoilers - 179 posts

#steve harrington - 139 posts

#kiwi queue - 117 posts

#pokemon - 58 posts

#cat - 53 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#it was the fact that buck came back — had been trying to come back with the lawsuit — plus that near-death experience that made eddie say

My Top Posts in 2022:

11 and 56 for the mash up? ☺️

11. Neighbour AU + 56. Awful First Meeting

Oh goodness, Lorna. Neither of these is my usual thing, so let's see 😂

A few months ago, Buck had moved into this apartment — about the size of what Abby's had been, but properly his — and his neighbors knew he kept weird hours, sometimes (most of the time), what with being a firefighter and all.

They also found him mostly approachable, which was pretty nice. Less nice, however, was no one telling any of that to his new downstairs neighbor, who'd just finished moving in, if he heard some other neighbor right.

(He'd have offered to help, but everything seemed to have happened either when he was on shift, or too early for him to actually be of any use.)

And, listen, he'd just gotten home from a long shift (long, not particularly difficult. Lots of calls and not much to distract him between them), and he's tired, and, sure, he knew the building was slowly being renovated, but he couldn't possibly be blamed for the burst pipe; he was just taking a shower, nothing fancy.

Okay, not gonna lie, I have no idea what I'm doing. Eddie's just moved in, he's stressed beyond belief, and Buck's dead on his feet, barely computing half of what Eddie's telling him.

But I do like the mental picture of like, Buck immediately going downstairs to warn Eddie to not go into his bathroom (idk, I imagine he might have heard it?), and Eddie going upstairs because what the fuck, and them just missing each other, but then spotting each other again going back to their respective floors and just a "wait" moment where Eddie's whole stress rant happens and Buck's just... "I'd offer my bathroom, but I don't actually think that will help".

21 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Firehouse 118 Crew (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: U.S. Navy SEAL Evan "Buck" Buckley, Army Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, (from friendship to romance over the years), Alternate Universe - No Lawsuit (9-1-1 TV) Summary: Something that the 118 didn't realize was that Buck and Eddie knew each other before they met at the station. This is the story of their evolving relationship since they met, told through their pain and comfort found in each other.

Well. There is one more chapter. Did I expect that? No. Am I surprised? Also no.

This is now my longest fic ever and I have no idea where it will end up, length-wise.

But either way!! Enjoy this new chapter :)

Tagging the giftee @klairwritesthings, of course!

27 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Firehouse 118 Crew (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: U.S. Navy SEAL Evan “Buck” Buckley, Army Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, (from friendship to romance over the years), Alternate Universe - No Lawsuit (9-1-1 TV) Summary: Something that the 118 didn’t realize was that Buck and Eddie knew each other before they met at the station. This is the story of their evolving relationship since they met, told through their pain and comfort found in each other.

It is 12:30 am on Easter Sunday. But the final chapter is up!! This fic has been the fruit of a lot of work, plenty of writer blocks along the way, and also a lot of love. It's been a very fun one to write!!

I hope you enjoy the last chapter of your gift, @klairwritesthings!!!

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My #1 post of 2022

This is stuck in my head now but

I'd like to once again urge people to just talk about asexuality.

And do it in a way that sexless relationships become just one other way a good, healthy relationship can take shape.

No "you haven't found the right person", no "your partner will want sex".

Get used to the idea that a relationship doesn't need sex to thrive.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false #what was I even talking about in that longest tag??#But also. Of course my top post is asexuality-related

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because-i-am-barely-even-human · 2 years

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I've seen a lot of fics where Buck is an honorary little brother/son of Steve McGrarrett, but I don't really see any resemblance between them except that both of them were SEALs (or in Buck's case, almost SEAL) and they have a tendency to dive into the danger, because they know they have needed skillset (much to Danny's and Eddie's chagrin).

So, I would really love to see the story where Buck is actually related to Danny.

Danny be like 44 years old, if Buck is 28.

Buck is not a Buckley, but a Williams in this one.

Buck and Maddie don't have big age gap.

AU: Buck is Danny Williams' biological son

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Buck is actually Danny Williams' son. He was born when Danny was in high school (16-17 years old). Buck did not grew up with Buckleys, they are just his distant relatives, but he was close with Maddie like she was his sister, so that's what he was telling everyone when people asked about her.

Buck despises Phillip and Margaret after seeing the way they treated Maddie (basically ignored her) during the years she still lived with them. And because they looked at him weird and sometimes tried a little bit too much to make him stay in their house and often call him Danny. He thought they were confusing him with his dad, but that wasn't the case here. Maddie told him what really was going on when she heard about this.

And then they told Danno about this clownery, he gave Phil and Marge a signature Williams lecture (everyone and their neighbour heard his yelling), and from then on Buck and Maddie only saw each other at Williams' house or in public places, never at Buckleys' again. Then Danny and Buck moved to New Jersey and Maddie ran away to live with them. So no Doug happened under Danno's watchful cop eye.

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The 118 never had a chance to cross paths with Danny despite Buck's numerous hospital visits, they were always too late to catch him. Evan never really talked about his dad, so the only thing they know is that he grew up with a single parent and that he's from New Jersey.

Buck just likes to keep some things close to chest.

They assumed that he had a strained relationship with his father.

Imagine the team's surprise when they see an explosive short blond with a tall military like guy in Buck's hospital room caringly yelling at Buck with Eddie and Christopher sitting in the background watching them like a ping-pong match.

So, Buck's life wasn't tragic like in canon, which means he doesn't have abandonment issues at all, 'cuz Danno is a kick-ass dad 🔥

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This is a ficlet but I don't mind if someone wanted to expand it into a full-fledged fic, with dialogues and lots of funny scenes. Just give me credit for the idea and link to this post.

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If someone's interested in writing this, please tag me when you're done.

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inspired by @magneticghouls and @mellaithwen post abt the mcu/911 crossover. listen i am such a marvel fan and my hand slipped (and kept slipping for like 1.1k)-

so here’s a not so mini little drabble about sam and bucky meeting the firefam

“No fucking way.”

“What? Buck what is it?” Eddie comes to stand with him at the railing, looking down at the first floor of the station from the loft.

There are two figures making their way through the station, an air of confidence surrounds them, and normally someone would question a random outsider entering the station, but no one seems to think twice about letting the two men walk in.

“Sam!” Hen says from where she was sorting through her duffle in the locker room looking for one of her medical textbooks, but the task is abandoned as soon as she spots her cousin.

She walks over and hugs him- Captain America- before turning and extending a hand, introducing herself to Bucky Barnes.

Y’know, The Winter Soldier. Casual.

Buck is being completely normal about all of it. His grip does not tighten around the railing. Absolutely not. Evan Buckley is handling two superheroes walking into their firestation like it’s just another Tuesday.

Eddie, beside him, breaks out into an excited grin.

“Christopher is gonna be so stoked when I tell him who showed up at work today.” He takes off down the stairs faster than Buck can blink.

Chimney seems to have made his way over to them as well, hugging Bucky Barnes who grins at him good naturedly. Buck remembers Chim mentioning that his great-great uncle knew him pretty well, or something like that.

He makes his way down the stairs and to the little group last. He doesn’t know why he’s being so hesitant about it. When Hen mentioned who her cousin was, Buck was in shock, but when he recovered he asked, probably about a dozen times, if she could ever try and convince him to come by the station.

Is this what being starstruck feels like? Because Buck feels like running back up to the loft where he can safely not say anything stupid in front of Captain America. Maybe it’s not too late to turn around and run back, maybe he fake being sick and leave the station entirely, maybe-

“Buck! Come here, this is my cousin, Sam.”

Maybe not. Play it cool, Buckley.

He walks over, but once Sam smiles in his direction, all hopes of playing it cool fly out the window. The falcon is pun intended.

“Man, it is so cool to meet you. I’ve been reading Chris comics since I met him. Did Eddie already show you the poster I got Christopher for his birthday?” Buck pulls out his phone, ready to show him the pictures even if Eddie already did.

He swipes through his camera roll, showing the pictures to Sam and Bucky.

Sam smiles.

“Cute kid, man.” Both Buck and Eddie beam.

“He’s always saying he wants to be a superhero. He’s gonna have to bulk up a bit first, though, I think.”

“Not necessarily. Steve was the scrawniest punk in all of Brooklyn before the serum,” Barnes says, looking at Buck and Eddie like it’s completely normal to suggest that they give an eleven year old super soldier serum.

Eddie turns to Sam.

“Please keep him away from my kid.”

Sam chuckles, “I’ll do my best.” He looks at Buck. “Your name’s Buck, right?” Captain America doesn’t wait for a response before turning back to Eddie. “He’s already got one Buck, man, and trust me when I say he does not need two.”

Bucky Barnes makes an afronted expression. Buck is pretty sure his expression looks the same.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Buck asks.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to side with him on this one,” Bucky agrees.

Sam rolls his eyes and doesn’t answer either of them, instead looking at Eddie amused.

“Diaz, right?”

“Everyone calls me Eddie.”

“How much trouble does your Buck get into?” Buck feels his face flush at Sam calling him Eddie’s Buck. He looks at the ground in a weak attempt to hide his pleased smile.

Eddie’s face breaks out in a devilish grin. Buck absolutely does not like where this is going.

“A few years back, him and Chris were at the park, and Chris accidentally threw his frisbee too high and it got caught in the top of a tree-”

“Oh god,” Buck groans. Eddie keeps going.

“Instead of leaving the frisbee in the tree, he decides to climb it. Keep in mind his leg got crushed by one of the ladder trucks seven months earlier. He gets stuck. Chris calls the fire department, naturally the 118 shows up. All for a frisbee.”

“In my defense, Christopher and I were not done with our frisbee game. And I didn’t know you guys would be the one to show up!”

Eddie looks over at Sam, the see what I have to deal with? expression clear on his face.

“I think I have you beat, man. Mr. Winter Soldier over here went to war, got kidnapped, got rescued, became buddy-buddy with this one’s-” he motions to Chimney “great uncle-”

“You look just like him, by the way.” Bucky says. Staring at Chimney half-confused, most certainly seeing his old friend in Chim’s features.

“-thanks to Steve, who formed The Howling Commandos. Anyway, they go on a mission, Buck falls off a train, almost dies, gets taken by Hydra, gets turned into the Winter Soldier, fast forward a few decades and now he’s here, and a pain in my ass.”

“You didn’t even know me back then, and in my defense,” Bucky says, the same way Buck did. “It was World War two.”

“Right, and you’re not that stupid otherwise?”

Both Buck’s huff indignantly at the same time. The rest of the squad bursts out laughing.

“Must be a Buck curse, then. Being the way you two are,” Chimney says.

“A bother?” Hen adds, her smile big on her face and effectively canceling out any possible bite from the words.

“Oh fuck you,” Barnes says.

“My name’s not even Buck! That’s just a nickname,” Buck tries to tell her, as if that technicality will make her change her mind.

“Hey, Buck isn’t my name either,” Bucky pipes up. “What’s yours short for?” He asks, nodding at Buck.

“My last name, Buckley. Yours?”

“My middle name, Buchanan.”

Buck blinks.

“Like-”

“Yes, like the president.”

They stand there for a second, Buck humming in acknowledgement at Bucky’s name, while the rest of their friends are still laughing at their expense, when the alarm goes off.

The firefighters look apologetic, especially when it makes both superheroes jump. They all say their goodbye’s, and it-was-nice-to-meet-you’s, and get into the truck.

Hen stays back for a second, hugging her cousin easily before pulling Bucky in for one against his will. Eventually she joins the rest of the team, and the firefighters and superheroes go their separate ways.

They’re not even in the truck for an entire five minutes before Buck speaks up.

“For the record- I’m the better Buck.”

#this is so dumb but! i saw that post and immediately needed some buck x buck interaction for the sake of my health and wellbeing #evan buckley #eddie diaz #hen wilson #chimney han #911 #911 fox #sam wilson #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #mcu #911 fic #i guess right ????

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